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Chapter 4

Hermione smiled as she watched the rest of her students file out of the classroom. It had been two weeks since Severus and her had gone on their date, and things were progressing nicely. They often met up in the library or Great Hall, or sometimes even their chambers. The two of them talked for hours about different topics, but mostly about Potions. Hermione was incredibly fascinated with the subject, and if it wasn't for the fact she had gone into Defense, she would have done Potions.

Glancing at her watch, she saw she had a half hour before dinner. They agreed they'd meet in the Room of Requirement for a "date." Hermione felt so happy. Things were going perfect, and honestly, she couldn't believe it.

She was sure that any moment, bad news would come into her life, shattering every bit of peace that she had. But so far, things were good, and she was hoping they would stay that way.

Changing into some new robes she had purchased, Hermione freshened up. With a deep breath, she decided it was time to make her way there.

Hermione smiled when she saw Severus standing outside in the hall. He had tied his hair back with a clip and was wearing a new set of robes. Dark blue robes. Her eyebrows reached her hairline. The dungeon master was wearing a color other than black? Who would have thought, she silently chuckled to herself.

"Hermione," he said, taking in every inch of her appearance. She looked beautiful, as always. Hermione approached him, a huge smile on her face. "You look lovely," he said, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss.

Honestly, she had no idea this sweet side of Severus existed, but now that she did, she didn't ever want it to leave.

Holding his hand, the two of them went inside the Room of Requirement, unsure of what to expect.

Hermione let out a small gasp, surprised by what she was seeing. "Oh my, Severus, it's absolutely perfect."

Severus grinned. "You think so?"

Hermione nodded. "It's beautiful."

The room was darkly lit with a roaring fire against the wall. The sky and walls were charmed to appear like the night sky, with stars twinkling all around them. Soft music was playing in the background, causing Hermione to resist the urge to dance. And there was a small table, with candles and flowers, and a meal set out for them both. It was just so romantic.

Severus stood behind her, putting his hand on her shoulders. "I'm glad you like it."

Hermione turned so she was now in his arms facing him. "Severus, you are the most romantic man I have ever met," she told him, complete honesty in her eyes.

Severus chuckled, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yes, well, only for you Hermione, and if you ever tell anyone, I'll thoroughly deny it."

Hermione chuckled, but nodded her head. "I wouldn't tell anyone, because then I'd have to compete for your affection, and I'd rather keep you all to myself."

"You daft woman, I doubt you'll ever have to compete for me."

Hermione slapped him lightly in the chest. "Don't do that Severus, don't sell yourself short."

A pain look crossed his face as he pressed his palm against her cheek. "You know I'm not used to anyone caring for me Hermione. I've had low self-esteem for years and it's just how I am."

"Well, we'll have to work on that," she said, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Severus smiled, and led her towards the table. He pulled out the chair for her and helped her become situated before taking his own seat. He was a true gentleman.

Hermione and him ate dinner in silence, each enjoying each other's company.

Finishing the delicious food, Hermione and Severus found each other on the couch near the fire. Hermione was lying across Severus' chest as he played with her hair. Every once in a while, his finger would get caught on a snarl, causing him to chuckle, yanking his finger free.

Hermione laughed. "My hair just has a mind of its own."

Severus chuckled. "It just doesn't ever want to let me go."

Hermione turned, grinning at him cheekily. "Perhaps."

He continued to twirl her hair around his long fingers. The motion was relaxing. Hermione's eyes fluttered close, enjoying the small ministrations.

"You look comfortable," he commented, taking in her peaceful appearance.

She turned and looked up at him. "I feel comfortable with you Severus."

"Really?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

Hermione nodded. "You make me feel safe Severus, and after spending so much time in the dark, afraid of what was to come, this comfort is nice."

"I'm glad you feel comfortable."

"Like I said, you're a good person Severus. You've given me so much joy and happiness, and I know I'll never be able to put into words how good that makes me feel."

His eyes met hers and he was surprised by the amount of raw honesty he saw in them. She meant every word she said. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Looking up, she reached and pulled him into her embrace. The two of them kissed, his lips moving against hers gently. Hermione moaned, losing herself in the kiss. It was pure perfection.

Pulling away, Hermione heard the music in the background. "Let's dance."

Severus let out a small groan. "Hermione, I'm not really a good dancer."

She shook her head. "Nonsense, come on," she stood, holding out her hand.

Severus couldn't resist. He took her hand, allowing her to guide him towards the center of the room. The music became louder, as if the room was sensing what was going on.

He placed his hand on her waist, swaying to the music. Within moments, he was twirling her around the room, her laugh echoing out.

He grinned, as he dipped her small frame, before pulling her up close.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance?" Hermione asked, her eyes alight with mirth.

He chuckled. "I lied," he whispered in her ear, before twirling her across the room once more.