Chapter 3
“Fuck”.
His Doe was no more and before him stood the vision of Hermione Grangers bloody cat.
He stood staring at it for a full minute before he heard a quiet “Sir?”.
When he didn’t respond he felt a tug on his sleeve and looking to his left saw a no longer grinning Dean Thomas.
“Sir, I think you should send it to comfort her”.
“Er.. right”.
With a stiff nod and thoughts resounding through his head in a whirlwind of emotion he took a deep breath and sent his Patronus to Hermione watching as the two identical cats nuzzled their faces to hers.
He watched as her breathing evened out and he saw the moment that she recognised what had happened and turned to face the class to see who had done such a thing.
Even without seeing his face of bewilderment and his wand held loosely in his fingers, she knew, perhaps she had always known.
Eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying she slowly stood on shaky legs and walked towards him.
Unable to move he watched her approach and when she raised her hand to cup his cheek he merely leant into her with closed eyes.
“Severus” she breathed, so close he could feel her breath upon his face and when he opened his eyes she was there.
Leaning down he ghosted his lips across hers and when he felt her returning pressure he leant forward and kissed her.