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Severus glanced the clock on the wall then back to his drink. He'd arranged to meet Hermione at a pub in Muggle London, somewhere far away from Diagon Alley. He felt almost guilty that he had to sneak around to see her, as if he were somehow ashamed to be seen with her. But it was for her safety and his own that it be this way, they both had roles that still needed to be played. But with Dumbledore gone he truly had no one who cared for him, cared whether he lived or died. To find someone who genuinely did was both amazing and terrifying.
He blew out a breath of air shaking his head. He'd been distracted, thinking about her, of what could be and that wasn't good. If he was going to do this, to be friends with the girl -- woman, then he needed to compartmentalize her, keep her away from the darkness. Now he glanced at the door, almost willing her to walk through it.
He blew out a breath of air shaking his head. He'd been distracted, thinking about her, of what could be and that wasn't good. If he was going to do this, to be friends with the girl -- woman, then he needed to compartmentalize her, keep her away from the darkness. Now he glanced at the door, almost willing her to walk through it.
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It was odd, having another person so close in his personal space. It was something he would have to grow accustomed to, for now it was somewhat awkward.
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She had a feeling that Severus had little experience with displays of affection.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?"
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"I have a tough enough time hiding my emotions from those people I want to be close to... that when I have that connection, I express myself frequently."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders slightly with a small smile. "It is important to let those people know how I feel. That they are important to me."
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"Do you find it so easy, then?" he asked, curious. "I find it most difficult."
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He cleared his throat and his voice was hoarse. "What is it you wish to do?"
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Every doubt in her mind is telling her not to answer in the way she is about to... but she ignores it all.
Instead, her other hand moves to his face too. And she rocks onto her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips.
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Her hands moved to around his neck. Letting the kiss become a little more intimate. A little more passionate.
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Her whole body felt like it was afire with sensations. And after the deeper kiss was exchanged, she had to breath. And let her mind catch up.
"I have wanted to do that for quite some time."
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"You have?" he asked, surprised. "But...you hated me."
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"It was more anger due to frustration because... of what I thought I knew."
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Not allowing himself to think, he bent down to kiss her again, pulling her to him, wanting to feel the warmth of her.
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"We shouldn't be doing this in public," he sighed, still searching faces. "It's not safe to be so unaware of my surroundings."
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Sorry, been sick as hell
sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better now