I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

A/N: Hello! new chapter! Hope you enjoy! This one went a bit a dark but I hope its still enjoyable to read.Thank you to everyone who has followed and reviewed, I appreciate them greatly! I know, from what I have read, that people hope this fict is long... ME TOO! Although I am ready to bring Hermione back soon, but it wont be done once she is back I have plans! Please Enjoy and tell me what you think!!

Chapter 11

The only word that came to Severus's head when he saw the students, HIS students, of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Marching emotionless across the grounds was soldiers.

A word that should definitely not describe a whole school full of children. And that's what they remain to be, even under that soldier facade, they were are still children.

It made Severus feel physically sick.

This war had poisoned their minds, moulded them into something no child should ever experience...

Yet here they were.

His hawk like vision honed into the Carrows, who were galavanting carefreely, running rings around the students. It revolted him to the core, the reasoning?

They had the same mindset as Bellatrix. Ruthless, heartless and cold. And not to mention how she seemed to get off on other peoples pain...

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Bella mildly concerned him, not because of her power, or position with the dark lord. No, it was the way she treated him.

In the past, during revels, it was a known thing that death eaters liked to enjoy themselves, and partake in certain... Activities. Bella in particular, she, from very early on had taken a shining towards the potions master, although he had no interest what so ever in return.

She would always sit next to him during important meetings, but it would be very clear to Severus that her focus would not always be on the meeting. She basked in the glory of sexually embarrassing her victims, she really did have no mercy.

That's what is was, Mercy... Neither the Carrows or Lestrange had Mercy.

"I'm surprised I'm not gray yet..." Severus grumbled as he sat in his armchair by the fire. "Who was it this time?" Hermione asked, although her attention wasn't wholly on him.

"Who wasn't it?!" He snapped.

"Bloody Gryffindors, first having to deliver that fucking Sword last night, and Longbottom being an utter dunderhead, I'm sure they will all be the death of me I swear."

Hermione looked up at him from the book that occupied her lap, and smiled.

"Hopefully not Severus, that's the aim... Hey, come sit with me."

He raised he signature eyebrow.

"Stop being a spoil sport and come here, sit with me."

Hermione still found it difficult to sometimes touch Severus. Although she knew that they had acknowledged that there was mutual attraction from both parties, it was never spoken about.

It just reminded her that Severus was still healing, and sometimes she had to be patient.

Eventually of his own accord, he joined her. Silently he slowly relaxed into the back of the sofa. To Hermione's surprise she suddenly felt his head rest on he shoulder.

Even just this small act of tenderness made Hermione's heart swell, she knew that opening up to people was an incredibly difficult task to undertake, especially when your name is Severus Snape.

"Believe it or not Hermione, I dispise this situation... However I find your presence to be a welcoming light... To me."

She didn't reply, however she did bring one arm around him and hugged him.

"Hermione?" He whispered.

"Yes?"

Severus paused to turn to look into her deep brown eyes.

"Forgive me if I am too forward when I say this."

Hermione could see a pained look in his eyes, obviously it was difficult for him to bear his soul to her.

He shifted around on the sofa, clearly feeling awkward.

He stopped and grabbed her hands. Placing his larger hands around hers, her hands felt incredibly soft and warm in his, which calmed Severus down.

"You are beautiful... I think you are beautiful."

Hermione looked into his ebony orbs, sincerity, that's what she saw. As much as her heart pounded at that statement, a small section of her brain wanted to giggle at how cute and awkward Severus Snape was at flirting.

Her breath hitched as words, ironically, failed her.

"I am not one to expose ones self like this. You may not know this information, but I am not overly well versed when it comes to the opposite gender, as you can tell I was not blessed in the looks department, but..."

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up and kiss me?"

"Gladly."

His lips brushed against hers igniting a fire in Hermione's body, which she never knew existed.

As he felt her reciprocate he deepened his actions. My god, he had not felt like this for another woman for a very long time.

Eventually they both briefly paused for air. Severus felt heady with emotion, so distracted that he almost forgot about the searing pain that suddenly came from his mark.

"Fuck!" He panted.

Severus wanted nothing more than to stay in the arms of his angel.

"Don't wait up for me Hermione... This could be long."

Before he knew it, he had scooped up Hermione and was battling his tongue against hers, as if it would be their last kiss on earth.

Hermione gripped on to him for dear life, hoping that the moment would never end, but alas, it was over before she knew it.

When he apperated away, she felt cold.

Dispite his instructions she knew she would wait for him.

He fell like a chunck of lead onto the cold hard floor of his private rooms.

He wanted to drift into the realm of unconsciousness, however hearing his name being said roused him.

"Severus? Severus? Can you hear me?"

Hermione was at his side in a flash and began to tend to his wounds.

Light tender touches left a burning feeling of guilt in Severus's gut. His eyes opened and instantly began to cower away from Hermione, pulling his legs to his chest.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He screamed, his lank hair flopping from side to side. Severus wanted to hide, although his current state of pain was utterly unbearable.

Despite his actions he found his face being cupped by hands that were not worthy of such a waste of space as himself.

"Severus, Severus... look at me" her voice panicked.

He looked away.

But hands bought him back again, this time gently stroking his cheek.

"What happened?"

"Please... Dont touch me... I am dirty, I'm in pain."

"Then let me help you, we can get you washed up in..."

Her hands began to open his robes, but before he could stop her, she saw it.

It was pretty easy to see what it was. His trousers had splatterings of off white around his groin.

Hermione backed off.

"Severus is that?"

"Seamen, yes."

"Y...Yours?"

Pause.

"Yes."

Severus looked down, Hermione could see the shame in his eyes. She didnt want to jump into conclusions, although it was hard to fight the jealousy that dwelled, although there was nothing official, she still cared for him deeply.

"Tell me..."

"What?" He spat out.

"Tell me what happened!" She pleaded.

"I... I can't..." his breathing became shallower, he couldn't bare to be in her presence, yet he knew it wasn't her fault, although the pain of it all made it rather difficult to move.

"Then show me..."

The meeting was not overly interesting, although he knew at some point the proverbial pink elephant would be discussed. Yaxly was yabbering away to the dark lord about the ministry, when all of a sudden a cold clammy hand slithered across his thigh. Her hot breath hit his ear when she said, "Don't move... We dont want our dark lord to spoil our fun."

The words felt like ice down his back, and tried to think about potions ingredients, as Bella rubbed her hand across his member.

He could quickly feel the blood rush south. He felt disgusted with himself, although he was practically helpless.

His mind flicked to Hermione, how hurt she would feel if she knew what had occurred.

He felt sick.

He wished his now hard member to deflate... but the rate Bella was rubbing through his trousers, he would not last long.

He could feel an unwanted wave of pleasure wash over him, fighting the urge to shift in his chair.

It was almost over, he could feel the tightness in his balls as his release was coming very shortly.

However just before the moment of truth happened the Dark lord turned to Severus to ask him rise, he came.

Very hard, and very visibly.

It all felt like a blur to Severus. But all he felt was shame, shame he had betrayed Hermione. Even when he was thrashing about on the floor from the crutiatus, he kept his thoughts about his brown haired angel.

"Get up Sseverus, your school needs you. Dont upset me like that again! Bella we need to have words."

"I'll understand if you never wish to speak to me again... You may be released from your obligations and return back to... your time." Those last words hit him the hardest, it was at that moment he knew he loved her.

Hermione couldn't breathe... everything had escalated rather quickly. However she knew what she needed to do.

"Scorgify" she whispered.

His eyes glittered as he didnt see her leave. As the spell washed over him he felt cleaner, yet still tarnished.

She held on to him, her eyes pricked with tears. "Severus Snape... This was not your fault..." she could feel his heartbeat pounding into her. "Please get it into your brilliant brain that I'm not leaving."

She guided him into his bath and gently began to clean his person.

The warm water soothed him as it trickled down his shoulder blades.

Severus was amazed, amazed at how much of a beautiful kind soul could be so forgiving.

He was more than capable to wash and dry himself, yet he allowed her to take care of him.

Once Severus was in his night wear sitting on his bed, he noticed Hermione leaving... yet he couldn't stand the thought of her leaving now. He would never let her leave now.

He stood up and quickly placed his hand on her back.

"Please, Don't leave."

She took his hand and lead him to the bed.

They held on to each other like it was the last day on the earth.

"I... love you."

"I love you more than you would ever know."