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Patience on Sunday	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14135 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- 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-Epilogue
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The sky was still dark when Hermione began twisting beneath the sheets. She stretched in a bed larger than her own and wrapped her arms around the pillow. She drank in the scent of honeysuckle and thyme. She felt comfortable. She felt content.

A thin moonbeam fell on the room through a high window and Hermione suddenly opened one eye. These weren’t her sheets. This wasn’t her bed. She breathed in the scent on the pillow again as if she were a starving woman and suddenly realized exactly where she was.

She sat up abruptly and looked around the room. It was dark save for the light from the window. There was a wardrobe and a dressing chair on the opposite wall and several books stacked neatly on the nightstand. The bed was large and the other half remained completely made. She was alone.

She fought the chill in the air and stepped out of bed. Hermione draped the duvet over her shoulders before padding across the room and through the open door to the sitting room.

Severus’ too large frame was draped across the sitting room sofa. She cocked her head to one side and couldn’t imagine he was the least bit comfortable. One bare foot was on the floor and his head was positioned at an awkward angle on the armrest. She was certain his neck would be sore when he woke.

His quilt was half on the floor and hung limply across his waist while his left arm was tucked beneath his head. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on his forearm. The faded and blurred remnants of his dark mark were visible and the sight of it made her uneasy. At the same time she wanted to crawl into his arms and hug him.

His body was more muscular than she had realized. She couldn’t help but notice how strong his arms looked. Even lying there asleep on the too small sofa he looked powerful. She thought of how nice his arms would feel wrapped around her...

“Severus,” she whispered exaggeratedly from across the room. He stirred slightly but didn’t show signs of waking.

“Severus!” She pitched forward this time and said his name a little louder.

He opened one eye and sat up abruptly. Sleep and disillusion flitted across his face before he rushed to compose himself. He tossed the blanket aside and stood quickly.

“Hermione! Merlin you scared me,” he combed his fingers through his hair and down his long face.

“I’m sorry. It’s so cold.” Her voice was still quiet.

Severus reached beneath the pillow for his wand and cast it in the direction of the fireplace, reviving the smoldering embers. Then he looked at her, and this time he really looked at her. Hermione could feel the pierce of his gaze. Her frame way covered in his duvet and he liked the sight of her wrapped up in it. The only sign that she was not just a floating head was the one hand that clutched the blanket at her chest. Her face looked so soft and her eyes were a bit groggy. It was her curls, however, that entranced him. They were voluminous and wild, cascading down her back in auburn waves.

She took the silence as an opportunity to drink him in as well. She’d never seen him nearly this casual. His trousers were hiked up slightly from his rough sleep and she could see his bare feet and ankles, and the bunching of fabric through his thighs. After so many years of seeing him in formalwear she relished the slight of his fitted cotton shirt. Scars wound their way up the side of his neck and while she found them sad to look at, she didn’t find them the least bit unattractive.

“Thank you,” she said meekly long after the appropriate time for that response had passed. She came to sit on the sofa and after a moment of uncertainty he sat back down beside her.

“I don’t remember falling asleep,” she said.

“I’m not surprised. You were out like a snuffed candle,” he said and she chuckled.

Unfolding herself from the blanket, she twisted it around herself and draped it over her lap as well as his, accidentally brushing her hand across his lap as she situated it.

“Sorry,” she said with slight panic in her eyes.

“It’s fine,” he replied calmly before averting his gaze to look out the window. “It’s so early- maybe about five?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed in agreement and she let her head fall on his shoulder just as she had the night before. She tucked her feet beneath her and felt warmer from the duvet and his body heat. In that moment she realized she could stay like that for a very long time.

“I need to get myself back so I can bathe before breakfast,” she said. There was a heavy quality to her voice.

He nodded. “I’ll see you again soon, then.”

“Yes,” she replied but made no effort to move from the sofa.

“Hermione,” he began with a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth and a false scold in his tone, “did you sleep well, at least?”

“Very well, thank you. I’m sorry that you surely can’t say the same,” she replied.

“I’m fine,” he said as he twisted his neck.

She stood suddenly and he did not like the abrupt loss of contact. “Well then, this is a bit awkward. I do need to be going,” she said hastily and he stood to match her.

“Yes, you do.” His voice was gentle. Severus took a step and closed the small space between them so he could nearly feel the rise and fall of her chest against his stomach. He also noted when her breathing hitched at his proximity. “I will come find you between classes.”

A smile bloomed across Hermione’s face and he brushed her hair back with his fingers. She leaned into his touch like a contented house cat before they both acknowledged that they needed to part ways. She slipped into the shoes she had discarded last night and with a small, shy wave, she disappeared down the stairs, past his office, and into the corridor.

Severus sat back on the sofa and stared at the floor for a long time while he tried to reconcile the unfamiliar feelings that where moving through him like waves. He pulled the duvet over his lap and could smell the scent of her hair. He inhaled deeply before realizing he could get drunk off her scent and he cast the blanket aside before forcing himself to take a cold shower.

Hermione was grateful that the halls were still quiet as she covertly made her way back to her chambers. She did not pass another person until she was nearly home. She was shocked when a frazzled Harry fell into step beside her.

“Hermione!” There was an angry edge to his voice that surprised her. “Where in the bloody hell have you been all night? I’ve been worried sick!”

She shot him a warning glance. “What do you mean where have I been?”

“You weren’t in your chambers. I looked for you. I’ve been worried sick!” He flailed his arms to emphasize his point. “Why are you wearing your clothes from yesterday?”

Hermione sighed as they approached her door. She beckoned Harry inside and gestured for him to sit at the small table before setting the kettle to boil. Omni jumped onto Harry’s lap and Hermione looked at the animal quizzically before deciding that trying to understand the creature wasn’t worth the effort.

“Why were you looking for me in the middle of the night, Harry? Is everything alright? Did everything go alright at dinner?” She asked.

Harry looked as if he didn’t know what dinner she’d been referring too. Then, remembrance dawned on him. “Yes, dinner was lovely. But this isn’t about that. You didn’t come home.”

“How do you know that I didn’t come home?” She raised and eyebrow at him before beginning to prepare two mugs. “Well, aside from the fact that you just saw me in the hall.”

Harry swallowed. “Don’t get mad?”

Hermione joined him at the table. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

He wrapped his fingers around the warm mug. “The map, Hermione. Sometimes I check it just to make sure everyone is in order. You weren’t in your chambers and I couldn’t find you anywhere else on it.”

Hermione felt her anger flare, but she was also interested in the fact that the map hadn’t worked. After all, she didn’t leave the school grounds.

“You, you follow me on the map?” Her voice conveyed the betrayal.

“Follow you?! Hermione, no. Never. I just...”

“I was not aware that...”

“Hermione stop. Please stop.” Harry grabbed her hand across the table but she resisted. “I’ve lost nearly everything I’ve ever loved.”

Her shoulders dropped at his words. For the first time she saw the torment behind his eyes.

“Harry. I am a grown woman. I appreciate that you care enough to worry about me but I can go wherever whenever I please,” she said in a firm voice. Harry hung is head.

“I’m sorry.”

Hermione nodded and took a sip from her tea. “It is odd though that I wasn’t on the map. I didn’t leave the grounds.”

Harry raised an inquisitive brow. “No? You didn’t leave the grounds?”

She shook her head. “Anyway, Harry, I need to get ready for classes. If you could..”

Harry stood quickly to dismiss himself. “Yes. Sorry.” He took a deep breath. “Hermione, I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon.”

With that she closed the door behind him and began preparing for the day. As she undressed in the bathroom, she looked closely at the shell on her wrist and smiled. Untying the ribbon carefully, she placed it on the vanity so it wouldn’t get wet.

Steam began to fill the room and Hermione relished in how soft it made her feel. The warm heat enveloped her and was more comforting than she could have imagined on this cold morning. She stood beneath the stream of hot water and let it cascade over her face and body. She grabbed her soap and began to wash.

Her thoughts began to wander. The sight of Severus sleeping on the sofa. The feeling of disappointment that flitted at the sight of the half made bed. His forearms. His shoulders. His commanding height…

Hermione’s hand dipped between her thighs. The contact felt exceedingly good. She transferred the soap to her other hand and her fingers slid through the wet patch of cropped pubic hair above her sex. The softness felt exceedingly good.

Laying back in the tub, Hermione closed her eyes and her finger slowly found its way inside of her. She curled her fingers and rubbed the sensitive bud of nerves inside her. She was wound tightly like a jack in the box.

Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly as she brought herself closer to the edge. She couldn’t recall a time where she had ever rubbed herself this earnestly. Several soft moans escaped her before she finally came with his name dripping from her lips.
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