It has been three months since Severus ended things with me. Three months since he told me that I was better off without him, and three months since I've even seen him – so why is he all of a sudden sending me owls and asking me out to dinner? -- I don't know and don't care.
You see, our relationship started shortly after I graduated. I wanted to become a Potions mistress and I needed someone who knew what the hell they were doing to help me get there. I had plenty of offers for an apprenticeship, but I only wanted one Potions Master to teach me and he was being a git about it.
I begged him, pleaded with him and after he sent me away, time and time again, I always came back with more to offer, more of my life I was willing to give up just for his wisdom and experience, and after I finally managed to make him an offer he couldn't refuse, he finally accepted me and took me on as his apprentice, his only one since he started teaching at Hogwarts.
The conditions upon my acceptance were dirty, nasty jobs, I had to pretty much dedicate the next three years of my life to him and obey his every whim and command – but I was willing, I needed him to take me and I was willing to do anything at that point.
The first six months were miserable. I hardly left the dungeons, I hardy spent any time with anyone other then the snarky bastard, but I managed to get through it with only giving him a few insults here and there and one well aimed hex that turned his hair pink. We argued a lot, disagreed on almost everything but somewhere in between the heated arguments and inappropriate hand gestures, we somehow made a connection and I soon found myself pinned against the lab wall, my skirt around my waist and my legs wrapped around his hips, holding on for dear life as he had his way with me – better then Ron ever had.
We were both adults, both mature and over the next two and a half years he became not only my boss but my lover as well – even to the point of talking about marriage. Life was good.
Three weeks after my apprentice ended, we were walking through Diagon Alley, minding our own business, when a man about the age of 30 approached us. The man seemed friendly at first, but then he asked why I was out with my father when I could be out with him and for some reason, it hit Severus like a ton of bricks.
Two weeks after the incident, he came to me in our shared chambers and sat down on the couch next to me with a bottle of fire whiskey in hand. He had been acting off since that day but I figured he would get over it and move on – how wrong I was.
He poured himself a glass of Whiskey, swallowed it in one gulp and finally turned to me, telling me I needed to leave and find someone younger, someone who could give me more then what he could. I protested of course, but when the man had made up his mind there was no changing it.
We argued for close to three hours before he practically packed up my belongings and tossed me from his chambers, closing the door none to gently behind him.
I dried up my tears, sucked up my pride and went straight to Harry's flat where I live to this day. Harry and Ginny didn't work out so he was single, had an extra bedroom and was more then happy to have a roommate.
Three months had passed and I hadn't heard a word from Severus, not a single one and I was finally starting to get over him – thanks to Harry's brotherly advice and friendship, I received an owl from the devil himself, wanting to go out to dinner and rethink our relationship.
I declined of course, but Severus was a man on a mission and I knew he wouldn't give up easily. I was in for the ride of my life trying to avoid him and we both knew it.
A/N; This is the prologue of the story to come. Join me in an adventure full of humor and romance as Severus tries to get his Hermione back. I hope you like it, let me know.