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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22043 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Hermione momentarily forgot where she was when Severus’ hands frantically grabbed at the hem of her T-shirt in the middle of the night. Her eyes shot open and she pulled away from him. Realizing that he was thrashing about in his sleep and attempting to grab hold of her, Hermione quickly turned over in bed to face him, which caused her shirt to ride up on her bare thigh. She slid her thigh between his legs and pressed the entire length of the front of her body flush against him. She wrapped her arms through his and she listened as his heartbeat calmed. Finally, his breathing began to slow. She planted a soft kiss on his pulsing throat. Severus let out a murmured noise in response.
“It’s ok,” she whispered softly; her voice sounding etherial as it snaked it’s way into his ear. He groaned as he pulled away slightly. “It’s ok,” she whispered again.
After a few minutes, Severus cleated his throat. “I’m sorry,” he said simply, albeit the scratch in his throat and the fact that he knew the way that he clung to her made him look like a needy child.
“Don’t be sorry,” she whispered as they held each other. “That’s been the first one in a while, hasn’t it?” Her question was gentle, but he still felt uncomfortable.
“Yes,” he whispered in reply. “I haven’t had a nightmare since last time... when you made me tea.”
“Would you like some tea?” Her voice was sweet and comforting. Truthfully, tea sounded lovely, but he declined.
“No.”
“Rosé, then?” She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice. Severus smiled weakly.
“Maybe, yes. But I don’t want you to go.” He pulled her closer.
Hermione was quiet for a moment as he held her. Then, he felt her lean over to pluck her wand from the bedside table and heard her mutter “Accio wine...and glasses. Accio wine glasses.”
Severus gingerly sat up against the headboard as Hermione redirected her wand to the fireplace and reignited the flame. The wine and glasses landed on the table beside her. She put her wand down and poured them each a half-measure.
They both took a sip and then drained the glasses. Severus rested on his pillow and shut his eyes while releasing a contented sigh. She leaned over to kiss him before settling into bed alongside him. They cuddled for a long while before she spoke.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He was silent a moment. “No, I just want to remind myself how wise I was to keep you in my bed tonight.”
Hermione smiled and settled a bit more comfortably against him. Slowly the pair drifted back to sleep, entwined in the warmth of his bed.
The following morning Snape reluctantly smuggled Hermione back to Gryffindor Tower with a promise that he’d see her this weekend.
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Saturday morning Hermione was curled up in her warm four poster in Gryffindor Tower. She decided to have a bit of a lie in and, rather than going to breakfast, she decided to finish some reading and have her tea in bed. During late morning, Harry found her lounging, still in her pajamas, in the Gryffindor common room. She was alone and he sat down on the rug before her. He sank to the ground and let his head fall back against the furniture.
Harry’s voice finally cut through the quiet. “How are you?”
“Good,” she quickly replied.
“How’s Snape?” Harry’s tone didn’t bite, but there was an air of concern in his voice that didn’t help her to feel comfortable.
“Fine. I suppose. Why?” Her reply caused him to sigh deeply.
“You’ve spent time alone with him, haven’t you? Since we’ve been back at school?” He asked a question, but his voice made it obvious that he knew the answer. Hermione stared blankly into the fire.
“You don’t need to be shy about it. Not with me anyhow. I get it,” he continued. “I knew when I asked you to come here that it would be hard, and that you would miss him.”
Hermione nearly spat. “I don’t miss him.”
“Oh Hermione don’t be ridiculous. One doesn’t go from spending as much time together as you two did to just...disintegration. To nothing. I’m not a bloody idiot. Half the time you aren’t paying attention to what anyone says and the other half we can’t find you because you’re most likely with him and, honestly Hermione, it’s ok. Just don’t lie about it.” Harry looked up at her with soft, encouraging eyes.
Hermione finally sucked in her breath. “I don’t even know what happened, Harry, I just, I,” and her voice trailed off.
“You what?” Harry’s probe made her look as if she’d cry from frustration or deck him for not dropping the topic simultaneously. “You love him?”
She thought she might bite off her own tongue at the sound of Harry uttering the L word in regards to Professor Snape. Harry stared up at her for a long time. She took a deep breath.
“I need him,” she whispered.
“I know.”
Hermione brushed her hair back from her face.
“Because you love him,” Harry finished.
Hermione crinkled her nose at the thought. “Do I?” She asked.
Harry laughed. “Please add this in your log of ‘times the chosen one bested girl know-it-all with... facts.’”
“I can’t,” Hermione replied. “This would be the first entry.”
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Severus stalked the hallways Saturday morning after breakfast. At first, he didn’t realize he’d been looking for Hermione, but the notion dawned on him as he got more and more pissed off when he didn’t see her. She wasn’t in The Great Hall at breakfast and he needed to find her to see if she’d help him collect the Wolfsbane plant before brewing the potion during the next moon cycle.
He found himself pacing the corridor in front of the staff lounge. Headmistress McGonagall rounded the corner and came into his line of sight.
“Good Morning, Professor Snape,” she said as she walked by him. Snape offered a small nod in reply.
“Oh, I nearly forgot,” she stopped suddenly and took a step backwards to speak with him. “Have you begun your private lessons with Miss Granger?”
Severus felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Yes,” he replied slowly. “I am currently looking for her actually. I would like to take her to pick Wolfsbane this evening in preparation for the new moon cycle.”
The headmistress nodded. “I’m heading to Gryffindor Tower now. I’ll make sure the message gets to her.”
“Thank you. Tell her to meet me at 6:00 in the Potion’s classroom. And to dress warm,” he said.
“Yes, well,” she said with another nod, “I’m thrilled to know that you two are getting on well, and Severus,” she added as she turned to walk away, “please let me know if there is anything you two need.”
“Thank you,” he replied as she patted his arm, turned, and walked away.
Severus let out the breath he was holding and raked his fingers through his hair.
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“Ah, Hermione. And Harry. Just the people I was looking for,” Headmistress McGonagall said as she entered the Gryffindor common room. Hermione sat up on the couch to greet her. The headmistress saw Harry sitting on the floor beside the couch and he greeted her as well. “Having a bit of a lie in today, I see?”
“Yes, Headmistress. We’ve just been chatting. Is there something we can do for you,” Hermione asked.
“No, no. I was coming to talk to you, Harry, about beginning Auror training, but I ran into Professor Snape on the way,” she said. Hermione swallowed nervously.
“He was looking for you, Hermione. He asked if you could join him at 6 in the Potion’s classroom to go collect Wolfsbane. Harry, someone from the ministry will be here this evening. Will you come to my office around 6 as well?” She asked.
They both replied with nods. “Thank you. I will be there there at 6,” Harry replied.
“I must be running along. Enjoy your afternoon, and Hermione, I know this goes without saying but be cautious while apparating off of school grounds at night. I wouldn’t allow it if it weren’t for the fact that I know you’re safe in Professor Snape’s hands,” she said as she turned to leave.
Once the portrait had swung closed behind her, Harry erupted in riotous laughter. Hermione swatted him on the back of his head. Before long Harry was crying with laughter.
“Oh shut up you git,” she said.
“Safe in Snape’s….I’m sorry Hermione, it’s just too…” she swatted him again. “So will you be back in your bed tonight?” Harry asked while wiping the tears from his face.
Hermione smirked. “It’s doubtful.”
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