A Perfect Situation

Cathy smiled at the small string trio that was filling the café with soothing music. Sipping her tea at her little table, she felt a euphoric feeling. Hermione certainly was easy to conquer when you had the right weapon. She let out a chuckle as she remember the tears falling down her face, and the utter failure that oozed from the fragile little woman. She would be easy to take down completely with the right words.



“Happy with yourself?” Cathy looked up into the eyes of a smug young man.



“Healer Longbottom, what a pleasant surprise.” She simply sat where she was, not offering a hand of chair. Neville sat down regardless, not caring about her wishes.



“I suppose you feel you were justified in what you did.” He asked, giving her a reproachful look.



“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” She threw at him. “Shouldn’t you be helping to wipe up someone’s tears?” Her evil laugh gave him chills, but he was no longer the frightened boy of his youth. His confidence in his healing abilities and research abilities gave him strength of character and it showed.



“Does it piss you off that men would rather be wiping her tears than fucking your pussy?” He rarely used language as coarse as this, but the situation warranted it. From what he knew of Cathy, vulgarity was something she understood. He was right, judging from the look she was giving him.



“Fuck you!” She shouted, bringing several looks from other diners their way.



“No thank you, if Severus doesn’t want it, I assume it’s for a very good reason.” Neville stood and gave her a smile as he face filled with tension. “You know something Cathy, you really are ugly when you are angry.” He turned and walked out the door.



Cathy tossed some coins on the table and ran out after him. “Hey, tosser, what business is it of yours who I……” She gave out a yelp as she was yanked roughly by the arm and pulled into a nearby alley.



Neville pushed her against the wall, and pinned her elbows to the bricks in a hard grasp. “Hey, I thought healers were supposed to take an oath not to hurt anyone.”



“I had my fingers crossed.” Neville replied, focusing angry eyes right into her. “Now you listen to me, you absolute nightmarish example of a female. You will not do or say anything more to Hermione. You will forget you even know who she is. You will cease throwing yourself at Severus like a cheap whore. You will find your own lover and leave them alone.”



“Who the fuck do you think you are to give me orders?” She struggled, but Neville had grown strong as well as tall.



“I’m a healer. Which means I have to power to go through your medical records and find a very painful way of attacking, not to mention I also have the power to lock you up in a mental ward and have you force fed potions to make your life retched.” He had never threatened anyone with this and while he knew he would never do it, Cathy didn’t. She also believed it, if the pale white look on her face was anything to go by.



She tried to be brave, but Neville knew she had to force the words out. “Awfully protective of her aren’t you? Or do you protect all your lovers that way? Does Severus know?”



He gave her arms a squeeze and she winced out. “Hermione doesn’t know what I will do for my lovers because she’s never been one. I saw the note you wrote Severus.” Her eyes widened. “Oh yes, he showed me. Did you honestly think you would get him back? He doesn’t want you.”



“Yes he does!” She cried out.



“No he does not!” Neville released her arms and just looked at her. “You are deluding yourself. It’s pathetic and sad.”



“Fuck you.” She said through clenched teeth.



“It is. Are you so desperate to fuck him, that you would try to ruin a marriage? Is a hard shagging worth it? It must be. You must think with nothing but your cunt to pull this type of behavior.” He told her.



“You son of…..” She lifted a hand but Neville caught it midair.



“Enough of that.” He shoved her hand out of his grip, causing her to stumble. “Now go home, I have better things to do then argue with a gutter slut.” He ignored her gasp and walked away. Leaving her alone in the alley.



He felt a little bad about the things he had said to her. He never used language like that with a woman before, but she made it so hard to be a gentleman. She was angry, he could tell, very angry. He wondered what made her so hostile and the healer in him jumped into action.



Neville knew it had to be a sign of something deeper, and giving how she targeted those she felt to be a threat, Hermione, Severus and now himself, he knew that underlying issues made her aggressive. He would have to find out what he could.









Severus tucked the potions Neville had sent him into a small pouch and packed them away from the trip. He wasn’t exposed to gynecological or prenatal potions too often so he had to look up the properties, although it only took him a moment to become familiar with the traits and ingredients.



He had their bags packed and ready to go by the time she woke up. “Feel better? He asked, bringing her a cold drink.



“In a way. What did Neville give me?” She sipped her drink and sat up, leaning against the headboard.



“A hormone stabilizer.” She was calm and he saw no reason to hold back information.



“Why?” He smiled. This was the Hermione he had married. That potion would help her stay this way. He explained Neville’s information and she seemed t understand completely, nodding when he said he had left more.



“Are you ready then?” He asked, standing.



“Ready for what?” She didn’t move from her spot on the bed.



“Our trip, I thought we might leave tonight, and have dinner in the village.” He hoped he sounded anxious enough for her to feel it too.



“Oh Severus, I don’t know if I feel like taking a trip right now.” She took a sip of her drink, but he was ready. He knew she may try to get out of going, but he had plan.



“Is she to succeed then?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.



“Who?”



“Cathy.” At her shocked look, he continued. “Is she to succeed in tossing you ass first into depression and self pity?”



Hermione gave him a smirk. “Ass first?”



“A lovely ass it is, but regardless, she wants to kick you when you are down and while she loved how she hurt you at the hospital, knowing that you would be sitting at home, sulking would give her a joy among joys. So my dear,” he adjusted stood to his full height and looked down at her, “is she to succeed, or do we go to Ireland?”



Hermione just stared at him, then closed her eyes and sighed gently before giving him a small smile. “We go to Ireland.” She rose and stretched, then followed him as he took up their bags and fetched the portkey. One their home was warded, they left.