Mrs.Malfoy

Author Notes: HAHA! I knew you guys would love that! I usually don’t do this, but I have to single out a reader… LISA! I LOVE IT! Haha Dora! Yep…kids…anyways, Oh yes… I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it! Oh and don’t worry, I didn’t forget about breakfast…but someone else did. /evil laugh

Severus did his best to calm her down, but it was futile. She was laughing uncontrollably. And it wasn’t a laugh at a joke, or a laugh at herself. It was a maniacal laugh. It gave Severus chills to hear it coming from her soft voice, but he could understand completely. Hermione had a weapon. And in the wizarding world, a very powerful weapon indeed.

“Mrs. Malfoy, please. We must be getting back to the manor. I’m sure you’re getting hungry. I’ll have Dobby prepare you something to eat,” Severus pleaded with her to get up off the floor where she was literally rolling on the floor laughing her arse off.

She tried to sit up and wipe the happy tears from her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Severus. You have no idea what this means to me! I can take this and tell that no good pile of shite M…”

“MRS. MALFOY!” he shouted. Hermione jerked in fear then noticed his eyes looking slightly to the left towards the door. The goblin clerk was still standing in the doorway.

“Forgive me, Mr. Snape. That man has just made my blood boil for far too long and now I can tell him to go straight to hell. Perhaps in front of the Minister of Magic. Perhaps in front of the entire wizarding world. That would be such sweet revenge.”

Severus sighed, thankful she caught her tongue before she blabbed to the goblin her ire for her socialite husband. Goblins aren’t ones to spread gossip, but that won’t stop them. “Women do most delight in revenge,” he said as he helped her to her feet.

“Sir Thomas Browne, Christian Morals, Part Three Section Twelve.”

He looked down at her with his eyebrow perked up. “Know it all,” he mumbled.

“What?”

He cleared his throat to cover his slip. “Now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“Now that you have this information how do you plan on using it?”

She began to straighten her robes, and then stuck her chin in a most defiant, confident manner. “Women do most delight in revenge, Severus. However, it wasn’t he who put me in this situation. There are much bigger wands to burn, and I feel like a bonfire.”

Severus smirked. Oh, yes. He was going to enjoy this.

Once they reached the manor, Hermione freshened up for dinner. They had missed lunch due to Hermione’s incessant need to review all the papers in the boxes. He tried to tell her that she could take them with her, but she was too aware of Lucius’ snooping. He was sure to find the important documents and burn them knowing it could mean the end of his marriage if they went public. Therefore, Hermione convinced Severus to allow her to leave the boxes in the vault.

She entered the kitchen and began to pull the pots and pans from the cupboard. Severus was kind enough to begin preparing the vegetables.

“It seems so weird,” Hermione said as she filled a pot with water.

“What does?”

Hermione placed the pot on to boil and joined him at the table. “Why I’m here knowing what I know, and yet, I’m still…well…here. I should be escaping. I should be looking for a new home. I can leave and I don’t have to look back now.”

“You forget one important thing that you could use to your advantage,” he said as he chopped the potatoes. Hermione fixed him with a perplexed look. “You know you’re pureblood, but he doesn’t.”

Her grin began to grow again. “I could stay here. Keep up the image, and at the most opportune moment, strike him down.”

“I will have to talk with the sorting hat when I return to Hogwarts.”

“Why?”

Severus looked up at her with a smirk. “I daresay, you should have been sorted into Slytherin.”

This was the wrong thing to say, for it only got the wheels in her head turning. “Why is that? Shouldn’t the hat know all? Then it should have realized my blood was pure. So it could have sorted me into Slytherin.”

“But you were raised muggleborn,” was his response. He placed the chopped potatoes into a bowl and began to reach for the carrots while Hermione peeled an onion.

“Everyone would have been surprised and I would have been treated as a muggleborn in the snake pit.”

Severus’ eyebrow perked up again.

“Why do you do that?” she asked him.

“Do what?”

“Raise that eyebrow. Is that some sort of scare tactic? Some strategic ministration to prove your superior intellect?”

He placed the sliced carrots in the bowl with the potatoes. “I will not divulge my secrets.”

“And if I pull my pureblood status?”

“Your pureblood status means nothing to me,” he said as he took the bowl and dumped the white and orange contents into the boiling water.

Hermione felt pulled down a peg or two. Well, of course it meant nothing to him, but it meant everything to Hermione. She had thought that they would have become friends after that kiss that morning. But perhaps he was placing that minor indiscretion as far back in the recesses of his mind as he could in order to do his duties. Who was she to think something more would come of it?

She finished pulling the onion apart, layer by layer and ripping the rings into chunks. Each one plopped into the water and began to bob around. Then something strange happened. While Hermione was lost in thought trying to think of times when they were close, she realized she had lost an entire morning.

Severus was removing the beef from the cooler when he noticed her deep thought; her brow furrowed. “What now?”

“I can’t remember what I did yesterday morning.”

Severus placed the beef on the table and began to cut it into large pieces, then stopped. His eyes seemed to scan the distance in thought. “I can’t seem to think of my actions either.”

“Do you think we were together? Doing some kind of research or just talking?”

“I would presume you were reading and I was attending to a potion like our normal day to day activities. Something so mundane and ordinary that it would have no striking impression on our memories.”

Hermione sighed. It was a logical answer. But something just wasn’t right.