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Severus sat at his desk, he had sent the owl back with a short note thanking her again for her help. Now he was working on the last of his study plans for the school year. He laid his quill down standing to stretch, he had been at this since he came back from breakfast it was now afternoon. He wanted to finish these so he would have time to devote to a letter from Hermione, though it had been several days and he hadn't heard from her.

His hand went to his lower back as he walked into the classroom to find a bottle of anti-inflammatory potion, he was getting old and being bent over a desk for hours did not do his back any good at all. He walked around the classroom until the potion took effect as he went to his desk his mind traveled back in time as he turned around to see a young Hermione sitting in his class always with her hand raised. It had irritated him to no end that she knew the answer when he couldn't get his Slytherin's to try to best her. Well that and she could spout any text verbatim to any question he asked, but didn't understand that there was more to potions than just knowing the ingredients and effects.

An owl swooping into the room made him look up, well she finally wrote. The owl landed on the desk holding out its leg to him, he took the rolled parchment from her before finding a treat for her before saying,

"Go on visit your friends, it will be a while."

The owl hooted at him before taking off again, Severus took the letter to his private quarters before daring to look at it. Taking off his coat he sat in his chair with her letter, he didn't know if he wanted to open it now or not. His hands started to shake at what it could contain, it might be the same as her journal but this would require a response from him.

Finally he opened it,

Severus,

The owls name is Morgan, yes as in Morgan La Fey but I have always liked the name.

I know I am the one who asked for this, but now that I am at the task I really don't know where to start knowing that we were both lied to by Kaseload. Maybe that would be a good place to start, at the beginning. I know I held my tongue enough as that was how I was raised, I had seen my mother do it enough times with dad and when I'd ask she would always say, 'to keep a happy marriage I bite my tongue count to ten then later once I'm not so upset we talk about it like adults.' I followed this advice, the only problem was that when later came you were never there to talk things out calmly.

I know there were times when my feelings wouldn't have been wounded so bad if I had been able to voice the hurt later, calmly instead of holding it in letting it fester. Yes I will take part of the blame for that, but I also lay it at your feet as you were the one who refused to speak to me unless you deemed it needed. If I approached you about anything you either took one of two stances with me, either you ignored me altogether or bit my head off for speaking at all. And yes I know that only went on for the first couple of years, but by then I didn't know how to approach you any longer about it, head on never worked and I know how you despised that approach.

I didn't deserve to be treated like that, even if you thought that I went behind your back though I don't see how you thought that. Oh I know you painted all Griffendors as being the Marauders and wouldn't see past that. Though from what I understand from Harry they made your school life hell, honestly was I ever like that? I just keep thinking that if you had not closed your mind to any other explanation other than what I was trying to gain, which by the way was only your freedom, you might have known sooner than almost ten years later that I never wanted to be your master…. Well I guess it would be mistress.

You never bothered to ask what I wanted, you just assumed.

That's all I can write at the moment.

Hermione

Severus laid the letter on his lap looking into the fire place, he knew this venture was not going to be easy. She had been right on several counts. He never gave her much of an opportunity to speak her mind to him. He really hadn't given her any room in the first couple of years to even voice her opinions let alone tell him how he had done something to hurt her.

Severus finally walked over to the desk sitting down writing his letter to her, though he thought that it would not go over well he still wrote what he felt.

~~^~~SSHG~~^~~

Hermione was dead tired, she knew these new hours would get to her until she got accustomed to them. She was just glad that she had the next almost four days to prepare for Monday night, she thought that she was going to need all her mental strength to deal with Severus.

The owl pecking at her window the next morning drew her attention, she let Morgan in then went to sit down when she had a pain race across her lower abdomen sending her to her knees as she curled up on herself.

Finally the pain passed, she stood up shakily with the help of the table getting herself into a chair before she said to Morgan.

"Maybe I should go to the doctor."

The owl looked at her as if to say, 'well of course.' In that moment she missed Crookshanks.

"Well let's see what you have brought me today shall we?"

She untied the letter reaching for a treat for the owl but Morgan flew out the window again before she could even stand up.

"Hum, well may she knows that it takes a little to get over those flashes of pain."

She laid the letter on the table in front of her and began to read.

Author's Note: Comments really do make me smile and brighten my day.

Also I wanted to let you know that I have a couple of Severus/Hermione videos on youtube, the link is in my profile.