When Hermione Fights

Nightmare

Chapter beta: Livy

Chapter translator: Aivy

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There was a dead silence in the room and, after taking a short time to breathe, I turned my attention to Hermione, whose expression did not bode well.

"I could have handled Severus alone, I didn't need your help for that! Especially not like this!" she hissed coldly, glaring fiercely at me.

I nodded agreeably, not wanting to discuss it, even if I knew that she was right, or maybe because of that. After all, I had to admit that when I came in and saw her nestled against his chest, looking deep into his eyes, I had blown a fuse of my own, at least a little.

Lowering my head very briefly and hardly noticeably, I looked at her slightly from below and realized that she understood the apology and her features relaxed. Did she forgive me, though?

I simply hoped and was pleased how nice it was that we understood each other better and better without words and so I quickly moved on to the next, urgent topic she had bestowed upon us.

Pointing at Weasel, I stepped towards her and was already mildly annoyed by what was now inevitably coming towards me, because I could somehow tolerate Potter, but not slow, choleric, quick-tempered and, in my eyes, stupid Weasel.

"What is he doing here?" I asked less than kindly, but even as I was asking this, something occurred to me.

I lifted a hand as I came to a halt in front of her and she looked at me, just about to answer, then I gently put my index finger on her lips, showing her my trust once again.

"Don't say anything... if you think it's necessary and right, then it's okay," I explained and now I turned my gaze away from her, caught Potter's eye. "But make sure he doesn't annoy me," I instructed him from above. Potter nodded calmly, which was enough of an answer for me.

I turned my attention back to Hermione again and took my finger off her lips, instead cupping her face in both my hands, and breathed a kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you!" I whispered against her skin.

Satisfied, I noticed her soft sigh and detached myself from her, knowing that she had missed me too, even if she did not say so.

Weasel sat in her chair. Just as well, then I would make it clear once again that she belonged to me. With no more words, I took her hand. The others in the room still seemed to be in shock because of the argument and even if I would have liked to ask now what had happened at the Order meeting, unfortunately the weasel had higher priority.

He sat stiff as a post and mute in the armchair. Someone had cursed him, I was sure of it, and my bet was on the Red Devils. Meanwhile, I let myself sink into my armchair, pulling Hermione possessively onto my lap and putting my arm around her, which she perceived with a frown.

"Weasley, you will abide by the rules here, as I'm sure Hermione has already instructed you. Well, Red Devils, I suppose it's your achievement that your brother is such good company right now, so... no point in putting it off," I said.

Fred raised his wand and cast Finite Incantatem, whereupon the fool immediately collapsed, put his face in his hands and groaned desperately.

"Well, keep your promise and make sure he doesn't get on my nerves," I turned with my demand to Potter, who rose in surprising obedience. He seemed to learn really fast and I was glad that he subordinated himself to me here, because we didn't need any solo runs or choleric temperamental outbursts here; that could get dangerous for all of us when it mattered.