He put the quill down slowly, staring at her as she stood in the doorway of his study.
He didn't expect to see her today. He assumed after a week of near constant rows, she would go back to the Ministry and either get him kicked off the case or just carry on researching there leaving him to it at the Manor.
"About yesterday" she began.
He said nothing.
"We really do need to try and get on better." she said, coming into the room and sitting herself the other side of the desk.
"That's what you said yesterday" he said, leaning back in his chair.
"I know" she muttered, looking at her hands in her lap.
"And the day before" he continued.
She said nothing.
"Mother isn't very happy" he smirked. He chose not to tell her he had spent the morning arguing with her in the Blue Room about it and when she mentioned the vases, he had hexed on right in front of her, just to piss her off.
"I am aware" she muttered. She wanted to sort this out, truly she did, but he wasn't exactly making it easier for her.
"She is keeping score" he quirked a brow.
She looked up.
"Four Ming vases now!" he continued.
Hermione glared at him, her anger boiling over
"YOU broke the vases, not me! YOU were throwing hexes every time I went to leave. There is no point me being here if all we are doing is yelling at each other all the time. We are getting nowhere with this case because YOU are insistent there HAS to be more to it than the sectumsempra. I was perfectly happy at the Ministry, YOU insisted we come here, but YOU make it difficult every day. I have tried, Merlin know's I have tried, to concentrate on the case, to apologise, to try and get on, but YOU make it difficult all the time" she yelled, her eyes shining with fury.
He was no longer finding this funny. Surely she was aware how difficult she was being?
"FUCKING HELL GRANGER!" He roared 6 days worth of frustration and anger pouring out. He slammed his fist down on the desk enraged.
She stood up and started yelling obscenities at him, in every language. Just like yesterday and just like the day before. Every word of Ginny's forgotten.
"JUST LISTEN TO ME!" He yelled.
"NO!" she screamed and turning on her heel, she fled the library slamming the door behind her. He went after her as she went running down the staircase.
He pulled out his wand and threw a hex.
She turned around.
"STOP FUCKING HEXING ME! I cannot believe this, I even went to see Ginny the other night after I left here and she told me to go easy on you, to see things from your point of view! But every time I try, you do THIS!" She yelled. He stopped in his tracks.
"You can let go of the past when it comes to Harry, but not when it comes to me. Why not?"
He crossed the atrium in three quick strides, with each stride towards her, she felt herself move back towards the oak panelling that lined the wall.
She was now pressed up against it, his hands braced either side of her head and she glared at him in defiance, not a trace of fear in her. Merlin this woman would be the death of him.
"Don't you see Granger, I have let go of it" he whispered "Don't you even know what you do to me?"
She said nothing, but the look in her eyes softened.
"You don't hate me?" she whispered, her mind racing over the last week's arguments to see if she had misunderstood anything and realised quite possibly she had misunderstood everything.
"Far from it, Granger" he replied, capturing her lips with his.