The Wizards Breath

Chapter 7...The Truth Hurts

Hermione walked slowly to her room, still trembling from his touch.
She still had on her clothes from the day before, but she didn\'t care at
the moment. They had woke together in the mid-morning, neither one
feeling the least bit guilty about the events the night had brought. She
had to absolutely force herself out of his strong arms. After all as much as
they had pissed her off, she knew Harry and Ron would be waiting on her
to come back...like she always did.

Severus had apperated them outside of the hotel she had told him she
was staying. For some *unknown* reason Hermione didn\'t mention they
all were sharing the same room. Severus just didn\'t need to know that,
he might think about it too much.

They stood there a moment, shaded by a large tree from the courtyard.
Neither one moving, Snape slowly bringing his arm down, his stare unmoving
from hers. A mournful look in the dark pools of his eyes.

\"Meet me at nine o\'clock at the Dragon\'s Breath. Tell me you\'ll come back
to me tonight, Hermione.\"

Severus delved his head down next to her neck and planted small kisses
on the soft curve with his sinful lips. She pressed against him and cradled
his head with her hand, gasping as he bit tenderly.

\"Yes,\" she groaned softly. \"Tonight, wait for me.\"

Then his touch was taken away, he was stepping back. Hermione moaned
inside from the sudden lack of the pleasure he filled her with. Severus bowed
slightly, \"Always.\" Then he was gone with a loud pop.

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Now her small card key was opening the lock to the room she was sharing
with her two male friends. Harry and Ron, in some ways still the stupid boys
she had met all those years ago. It was eleven o\'clock and they were both
in bed, no doubt sleeping off the hangover from the binge they had went on.

They were both snoring loudly as she snuck inside, trying not to make too
much noise. She wasn\'t in the mood right now to handle their impertinent
questions. Hermione tip-toed by Ron\'s bed to find her travel bag. All
she cared about now was a shower. She hadn\'t thought asking Severus
would be polite, she didn\'t want to impose. But then again she had just
had his dick in her mouth. The time was certainly gone for the formalities
of the past.

The thought of it made her giggle and she slapped a hand over her mouth,
grabbed her bag and ran for the bathroom. She didn\'t think she had woke
them, but she closed the door before she saw Harry stir in the double bed.

Hermione looked at herself in the large mirror. She looked like she had
been rode hard and put away wet, and in a way she had. She peeled her
shirt off, and something fell from her pocket. Hermione picked up the small
red velvet bag and smiled. She could already smell what was in it.

\'Severus must have put it there,\' she smiled and smelled the bag. A
lovely mixture of green buds, and the musky smell of him. He was right,
it was sinful. \'That cheeky devil.\' Hermione blushed, she might need it
to deal with her gruesome twosome when they woke.

She placed the bag on the side of the sink, and finished undressing. Her
body cried out dimly, it had quite a workout last night. All she wanted was a
shower, but somewhere else told her she wanted to hurry to get back to him.

They had a week left here, and she wasn\'t going to spend it being a bother
to Harry and Ron, or them bothering her. She had already made up her mind,
she would be with Severus. If he would have her, and she silently prayed to
Merlin he would.
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\"Where do you think she was?\" Harry had woke Ron, and
they were whispering as she showered. Not wanting
Hermione to hear them, and not to mention anything loud now
would send their heads screaming again.

\"Don\'t know, mate.\" Ron yawned and stretched. \"Where
could she had been, another hotel maybe?\"

\"Doubt it. Maybe she stayed at that bar all night. It\'s open
all the time, it never closes.\" Harry grinned through the haze.
\"Was I just half-drunk, or was Hermione stoned last night?\"

\"Yeah, I *think* she was.\" Ron scratched his head. \"I
can\'t think right now. I drank too much beer last night.\" He moaned and
sank back down into his pillows. \"Merlin, my head hurts.\"

\"Then you shouldn\'t have drank yourself stupid again, Ron!\" A loud
voice from the bathroom door made his snap his head up, causing it
to roll and swim.

\"Gods, Hermione.\" Ron groaned. \"Not so loud.\"

\"Please, Mione.\" Harry groaned along with him. Rubbing his eyes, and trying
to rid his face of the pesky black hair that fell over them. \"Take pity on us.\"

\"Pity? Know this Harry Potter the last thing I\'m going to do is pity you
two!\" She crossed her arms in a huff in front of her. \"You guys LEFT me
there, by myself for hours, while you drank and fucked yourselves
silly around town!\"

\"It wasn\'t our fault Mione\',\" Ron tried to explain but failed horribly. \"There was
these girls see, and they... they...\" Ron stopped when her eyes flashed. Stupid
thing to say, because now she knew she had been right.

\"Hermione\'s eyes narrowed at them, \"So I was correct in thinking you ditched
me for pussy and beer.\"

Ron mumbled, \"Well not just beer, other stuff too.\"

Harry flashed him a hell freezing stare. \"Your not helping, man.\"

Hermione sat heavily in one of the chairs by the small table. Dressed in
sleep pants and an old Cure t-shirt that was about ready to fall apart. Her
hair was still pulled up in a towel, she almost looked like a swami. She might
have even looked kinda pretty, but her scowl said it all.

Hermione turned over the ashtray in the middle of the table, and pulled out her
red bag. She was far beyond caring now. Fuck them, she needed something
to calm her down a little. She wanted to yell, to scream at them, but knew it
would be no good. It never did, they just seemed to be getting worse. Bloody
immature brats, anyway. She shook her head in frustration.


Hermione could only wallow in satisfaction at the looks of Harry and Ron
when she pulled out a joint and lit it. Turning slowly in the chair to face
them, letting out a huge pull and blowing it their way. Sending gusts of smoke
into their open mouths and unbelieving eyes. The smegging gits anyway,
they should be made to suffer a little.


\"H-Hermione?\" Ron looked wide-eyed. \"What are you doing?\"


\"Don\'t be daft, Ron. What does it look like I\'m doing.\" She glared at him and
puffed harder.

\"You don\'t do...that.\" Harry was giving her a questioning look. \"Do you?\"

\"Let\'s just say an old....friend,\" she smirked. \"Turned me on to the wonders
of smoking it.\"

\"Who? Is that where you stayed last night, with a friend?\" Harry climbed
out of his bed and shuffled over to Ron\'s to be closer. It sure smelled good,
but he wouldn\'t tell her that.

\"Yes, Mister I-seem-to-care-now.\" Hermione pulled her feet up underneath
her, and looked at her so called best friends. Years together, and yet
they would forget her in a minute for their own pleasures. \"And just so
I\'m not in your way any longer I\'ll be staying with *him* for the rest
of our time in Amsterdam.\"

\"HIM?\" Ron was too loud even for himself, and he grabbed his throbbing
head. He continued in a lower voice. \"Him? Who is him?\"

\"Sorry, but it\'s none of your business. I didn\'t ask who you fucked last
night, Ron Weasley.\"

Hermione seared him with the very tone of her voice. Ron turned a
dark shade of red from either anger or embarrassment she couldn\'t
really tell. Hell maybe it was both, and she felt no guilt. It had been
coming for a long time.

Harry was pleading with her, \"Don\'t do that, Mione. We\'re sorry, we
really are. Last night is no reason to leave us alone for the rest of
vacation.\"

\"Oh, I\'m sure you won\'t be alone. Take a spin down the red-light district,
find yourself a friend.\" She giggled, and exhaled again. \"You always have
each other.\"

\"Herm,\" Ron whined. \"Your not being fair.\"

\"Don\'t talk to me about fair. Either one of you.\" She pointed at them.
\"In fact you may as well stop this topic of conversation. Nothing is
changing my mind, and it would do you good to stop asking
questions. I\'m not answering any more.\"

Harry sighed and eyed her joint. \"Won\'t be the same without
you, Mione.\"

\"I\'m sure you two will be just fine.\" She blew a cloud in Harry\'s face.
\"I\'m leaving tonight around eight, and I might see you before we all
leave. Anymore than that, I can\'t say.\"

\"This sucks Malfoy dick!\" Ron was looking pissed off, and Hermione
was sure he had been planning on trying to score with her while they
were here. Fat chance, he had failed so miserably. He laid back down
and threw the blanket back over his head.

\"Have it your way, Mione.\" Harry stood, walked toward the bathroom,
and jerked his towel off the hanger. \"Ron\'s right, this sucks!!\"

Harry slammed the door with a loud bang. Hermione smiled smugly.
\'Good, let them know how it feels for awhile.\'

She sat back and puffed deeply, waiting for the night.

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