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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10439 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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
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- 5-Five
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- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
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The following day, as she walked up the steps outside of JD Witkins’ medical research facility, Hermione felt powerful. That was the only word that could possibly describe her current state. She walked with an attitude of comfort and familiarity.
Severus was keeping stride with her, dragging a large, rolling briefcase behind him. He looked incredibly handsome in his back suit and Hermione inwardly marveled at how professional and polished he looked.
Severus felt nothing but pride as he walked towards the building; rolling the case of potions behind him. His eyes followed Hermione and he could definitely tell she was walking with purpose. He loved the way her navy blue dress clung to her frame and highlighted each curve of her body. When she had dressed in it that morning he had to quickly compose himself so that she wouldn’t catch him drooling.
The night before, the little bit of time that remained to them after their shared bath was mostly spent in his bed. Hermione had dressed in just her knickers and one of his T-shirts while Severus has slept in his boxers and a T-shirt. The pair had climbed into bed and Hermione placed her head on his shoulder as his arm moved to encircle her waist. As they drifted to sleep, they both felt peace that they had never truly known before.
When they awoke the next morning, Severus was pleased to realize he had not had any dreams during the night. He turned to see a gorgeous woman asleep next to him; her riotous hair spread across the pillow as she snored quietly.
He thought for a moment as he watched her sleeping. Maybe this is the dream.
Later, as they got ready side by side, Severus marveled at the way they seemed to co-exist. Hermione was smiling, but a nervous blush had crept into her cheeks. She looked radiant. He decided to tell her so.
“You look positively radiant.”
A small chuckle escaped her. “Why thank you, Mr. Darcy.”
As they descended the stairs into the living room, they gave each other a final look over. Hermione reached up to brush a piece of lint from his shoulder. She let her hand slide down his chest and reveled in the feeling of his strong body. In return, he loosely ran his hand across the column of her neck before straightening the neckline on her dress. He let his fingertips run across the top of her bra and then allowed one to dip beneath the cup to touch her soft, pink flesh.
Hermione bit her lip. In a low voice, she said, “we better be going.” He gave her a final, quick peck and they departed.
When they finally reached the entrance to JD Witkins’ building, Hermione took a steadying breath and Severus placed his hand conspicuously on the small of her back.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
Hermione nodded and took a step over the threshold.
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Several hours later, Hermione and Severus were in full celebration mode. When they arrived back at Snape’s home, she was overjoyed by the success of the day. Severus had picked her up in his arms and held her close the moment they returned. As he engulfed her in a wild embrace, Severus realized just how much he had missed being close to her over the last few hours. When he finally broke away, it was only because being close to her felt too incredibly good. She strode to the kitchen and started opening the cabinets.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m making a cake.”
“A cake? Why?” He questioned.
“Because we’re celebrating.” She looked at him. “Also, who asks why when someone says they’re making cake?”
Snape chuckled. He could not make sense of how she could look so beautiful; so full of light and happiness. She stood before him, barefoot and in her blue, jewel colored dress. She looked as if she’d walked out of a Rembrandt and into his kitchen. He made to close the space between them. Severus looked at the clock.
“It’ll be getting pretty late by the time it’s done” he observed.
“Have you never had cake in bed before?” She smiled up at him.
“What?” He looked at her confused. “One does not eat cake in bed.”
“Why not?”
Severus thought for a moment and, after not being able to find a good reason to contradict her, he asked “does that mean you’re staying tonight?”
“If you’ll have me.”
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As promised, the pair ate their celebratory chocolate cake in Severus’ bed. Hermione vanished the plates and silverware down to the kitchen before realizing she should pen a note to her friends.
Dear Harry,
Our meeting today went beautifully. JD Witkins’ is beginning trials next week and is very excited to put the potion into production. Apparently Professor Snape has worked with Mr. Witkins for years, and Severus agreed to help me demonstrate for the lab staff how to brew the potion. I really enjoy working with him, Harry.
Give my love to Ginny and Ron. I am exhausted from today and need to get some rest. Thank you for all of your encouragement and support.
Love,
Hermione
Hermione sent the letter using Snape’s black owl. When she came back to bed, Severus turned down her side of the blankets to usher her back in.
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Harry and Ginny were reading in bed when they looked up from their books to see a large black owl tapping at the window. Harry let the bird inside. He offered him a plate of muffin crumbs before untying the letter from his leg.
“Is it from Hermione?” Ginny asked.
Harry nodded as he read. “The meeting went well. She sounds very excited.” He gave to letter to Ginny so she could read it.
Ginny looked up at him. “She really enjoys working with him, huh.” Ginny smirked. Harry looked at her questioningly and unsure of what she was getting at.
“And she’s sending late night owls with his bird” Ginny added.
Harry spun around to watch the inky black bird eating the muffin crumbs from the plate. Realization bloomed on his face.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, “she’s still with him. Right now. It’s almost the middle of the night. What on earth is she...”
Ginny rose from her spot and took out a piece of parchment from the desk where the bird was eating to write a quick reply. Harry looked dumbfounded as he tried to piece together what his other half had already figured out.
“Don’t you see, Harry, they make each other happy. And they have common interests, too. Snape is different now and I think that being together makes them happy.”
Harry shook his head as if he was trying to get all the jumbled thoughts to line up in his brain. “Wait, so you think they’re together?” He said with shock and indignation.
Ginny rolled up the piece of parchment and the bird lifted his leg to accept the note. “I don’t know if they’re together together, but they’re certainly spending time together. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re spending the night together.” Ginny chuckled at the look of shock on her partner’s face. She rubbed his arm. “Relax, Harry. Everyone deserves happiness, especially our Hermione. And if he makes her happy, who are we to question that? She says he’s different, and I believe her. I know she wouldn’t be spending all this time with him unless something had changed.” She opened the window and allowed the bird to soar off into the night. He was invisible against the dark sky.
“I suppose” Harry offered reluctantly. Ginny pulled Harry back towards the bed and they pulled the duvet up over themselves. Harry wrapped his arm around her and she settled into the crook of his arm.
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As the pair lay in bed, Severus could not help but let his hands explore Hermione’s body. He had pulled up her T-shirt at the back to expose the arch of her spine to his caress. He let his touch meander over the exposed skin and up her shoulder-blade, then back down over the curve of her hip. His ministrations were making her feel sleepy.
“Severus,” she began, “that feels so nice but you’re going to make me fall asleep.”
“Then go to sleep, sweet girl. No one said you needed to fight it.” He continued his gentle caresses.
“Yes, I know, but I don’t want to sleep yet.” She moved to prop herself up on one elbow and looked at him. His hand rested idly on her hip.
“What is it you would like then” he asked.
Without hesitation, Hermione answered “to be closer to you.”
“We’re pretty damn close right now, Hermione” he replied as he attempted to close the small gap between their bodies.
Hermione chuckled. “That isn’t what I mean.”
Snape now propped himself up on his elbow, waiting for her to continue. Suddenly Hermione felt unsure of how to speak.
“Well, I’d like...I need...I, I really like spending time with you. And working with you. And, and I like sharing a bed with you.” She stammered the sentence out in broken pieces. Her tongue suddenly felt heavy in her mouth.
“Hermione, I love having you in my bed. You have no idea how much I love it. I didn’t think I’d ever share a bed with someone, let alone someone I want so much to be around.” He tucked a curl that had fallen out of place behind her ear. “And as far as working with you goes, I don’t know if this is the right time to bring this up but I guess I’m going to anyway. Hermione, there is something I was wondering.”
Hermione looked at him confused and waited for him to continue.
“I have been doing commission work and private research ever since leaving Hogwarts. I have immensely enjoyed this because it gives me some autonomy in the lab. I don’t mean to be self-indulgent but people want me to brew for them. I have a good reputation, as far as potion making goes at least” he smiled and Hermione waited for him to continue.
“I have always worked in the lab alone. You are the only other person who has seen my lab, let alone worked in it. And you’re a brilliant potion maker, Hermione. Absolutely brilliant.”
Hermione blushed as the compliment. She was unsure of where he was going with this, but the way he was showering her with praise felt incredible.
“Working with you lately has changed my philosophy quite a bit. I don’t want to brew alone anymore, Hermione. I want to brew with you.” Her breathing nearly stopped and her eyes went wide as she listened. He could feel his heart pounding and took a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “I want to research and take commissions and experiment with you. I never thought I’d want a partner but, Hermione, I want to partner with you.”
She stared at him for a long, long time, unable to overcome the shock that had enveloped her. When she finally spoke, her voice was a whisper. “You want to brew with me? All of the time? You want to be partners?”
“Yes, Hermione. Yes, I do. I am good at this on my own but together we would be incredible. You are bloody brilliant. I enjoy brewing with you. I enjoyed being at that appointment today with you. You have no idea how much better you were at that part than I’ve even been. You looked beautiful. You were so confident. Witkins loves you. I could have done that without you, with a different potion, and I have many times. But it was so much better having you there.”
At that Hermione could hold back no more. She felt the happiest tears she’d ever cried before stinging the back of her eyelids. Severus reached out to brush them away. “Will you,” he probed, “Hermione, will you partner with me.”
She nodded in response, “I want to but what about my job at the ministry?”
“Kingsley will let you on part time I’m sure. A day or two a week, maybe working out of the office at times. I may have already asked him” Severus smirked nervously.
Hermione laughed out loud. Without warning she pushed Severus to lie back in the bed and she climbed over him to straddle his waist. What was meant to be a playful gesture, suddenly became more intense, however. She stared down in to his deep, onyx eyes. Her riotous curls hung around her like a lion’s mane. He let his fingers brush up and down the sides of her arms. Finally his hands made their way into her hair, pushing it back and massaging her scalp. She let out a quiet moan and Hermione felt his cock jump against her thigh.
“Severus,” she cooed, “are business partners allowed to be intimate with one another, or will HR need to be notified?” A smile played at the corners of her lips.
Severus laughed out loud and pulled her down on top of him; quickly rolling to the side the flip her beneath him. She felt his erection strategically pressing against the bare skin of her inner thigh, right beside her entrance.
“You can be HR if you’d like, and I’ll send any and all complaints your way.” He buried his face against the nape of her neck and began pressing breathtaking kisses all over her.

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