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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21947 -:- 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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“It’s bloody cold out here,” Hermione said as they picked Wolfsbane in a field by the coast. The cloak he had given her billowed as the wind whirled around them.
“I told McGonagall to tell you to dress warmly,” he said.
“Well she left that bit out,” she replied, pulling the cowl tightly around her neck. Severus calmly walked over to her and, raising his wand, he cast a slight warming charm over Hermione. Instantly, as if she were suddenly seated by a radiator, the cold wind seemed not to nip and bite so profoundly. She released her hold on the cloak.
“Thank you,” she said and he nodded in reply before he returned to plucking the purple plant. Hermione watched him work momentarily.
“You can identify the plants with a significantly higher percentage of magical properties by the level of translucent in the flower. We don’t want the ones that are papery and thin. The deeper the purple, the better the potion will work,” he explained. Hermione looked at the plants around her and picked the richest ones she could find. “That should be enough.”
“That’s it?” She asked.
“We don’t need very much per batch, and we have to pick it fresh. There is no sense in holding this in our stores,” he explained as he took Hermione’s bundle and combined it with his own. “These look very nice,” he said and he bound the bundle with a length of twine before wrapping it all in a leather pouch. Severus placed the pouch in an inner pocket of his frock coat.
Hermione took several steps towards him. Her eyes shimmered in the light of the rising moon. She removed her hood as she came forward and her hair was let free. Caught up by the wind, it moved behind her like a wave. She glanced up at the moon. “So we brew tomorrow?”
He nodded as he drank in the sight of her. “Yes,” was his simple reply. Their eyes were locked on one another’s as she waited for instructions. He reached up to tuck a rogue curl behind her ear and he let his hand caress her cheek as he willed himself to stop touching her.
“Are you hungry?” His voice was barely above a whisper when he asked. Hermione nodded.
“Transfigure your clothes,” he said as he pointed his wand at himself.
“We aren’t going back to Hogwarts?” Hermione asked, confused.
“Not yet. Muggle clothes,” he said with a gestured nod of the head, encouraging her to change. His frock coat transformed to a smart, casual black jacket over a white shirt. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Hermione was pretty sure he was wearing dark denim. Taking a cue from his ensemble, she changed her cloak into a beige cropped trench, fitted black jeans, and low heels.
“Stunning,” he muttered as he took her hand. “Let’s go.”
They walked hand in hand down a windswept path towards the shore. As they entered the little seaside village, the pair followed a winding, cobblestone street towards the docks. The scent of salt was heavy in the air as the breeze came in off the bay. The street wasn’t busy, but a few couples nodded and smiled as their path’s crossed. As they made their way onto the dock, a group of fishermen boisterously laughed as they hauled their catch towards a small restaurant on the pier.
“That’s where were going,” he said. “Le Poisson.”
They walked up onto the dock and Hermione watched the fishermen toss their catch onto a butcher block beside the boat slip. A man systemically cleaned the fish and passed the fresh filets inside. Hermione had never been much of a seafood lover, but the smell of the fresh salt coupled with the lure of the fresh preparation, made her mouth water. Severus let his hand fall to the small of her back as they watched.
“Table for two, Mr. Snape?” Hermione and Severus turned to see an older man that had come up behind them. Severus let his hand fall from her back and extended it to shake the man’s hand.
“Henry,” Snape said in greeting, “it’s very good to see you. Yes, we would love a table. What are they bringing in now?”
“Sea Bass. Big and beautiful,” he said.
“Sounds delicious.”
“Right this way,” Henry replied. Hermione and Severus followed him around the front of the restaurant to an open-air patio. As they rounded the corner, the night erupted with the sounds of riotous laughter, conversation, and clinking glasses from the other patrons. The night sky was dotted with twinkling string lights that reflected off of the ocean. Hermione took her seat and shrugged of her jacket as Henry filled their glasses with sparking water.
“Thank you,” Snape indicated as the man walked away.
“Severus,” she muttered; her whisper was almost a giggle. “What is this place?”
He smiled as he opened his menu. “I told you, my love, this is Le Poisson. It’s dinner.” He opened the bifold menu and hid his face behind it. Hermione shook her head.
“Le Poisson? My love? Severus, this is..”
“Exactly what I should have done a long time ago,” he finished and he closed the menu. Taking a sip from his glass, he said, “Hermione I, love you.”
Hermione stared at him with surprise, but tried to smooth out the moment by grazing her foot against his leg in a gesture of comfort and affection. She wasn’t shocked by his feelings, but she was shocked that he had said it out loud. She knew that he had feelings for her, and she had feelings for him, she just didn’t realize they were going to talk about it tonight.
“Severus” she began gently, “...Professor Snape; oh I don’t fucking know what to say.” She rubbed her temple.
He reached across the table to take her hand. “It doesn’t matter if I’m sometimes Severus or Professor Snape or just That Git. Hermione, I don’t care what you call me.” He stared intently at her and she could feel blush creeping over her face. Henry returned to fill their wine glasses and Hermione suddenly looked shy.
Once he’d left, Hermione took a deep swig from her wine glass and broke the silence. “I love you too,” she muttered as she took a second sip.
Severus stared at her. She took another sip.
“Did you hear me?” She asked. “I said I love you.”
Severus continued to stare at her intently for a long time. Hermione stared deeply into his eyes, too. Before long, however, he smiled and raised his glass in a toast. Hermione smiled back and brought her glass to chime against his.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
“That was absolutely divine,” Hermione said as they walked up the main road toward a safe apparition point.
Severus squeezed her hand. “Yes; Is it alright if I apparate us to my chambers?”
“Of course,” she replied without hesitation, and squeezed his hand a bit more firmly. They rounded the corner into an ally and Severus enveloped her into his arms. She let herself fall into his embrace. After several moments they separated and she took hold of his arm for apparition.
When they arrived in his chambers, Hermione let herself fall back onto his bed.
“That was magnificent,” she said as she rolled about like a happy cat. She toed off her shoes and hugged a pillow. Severus chuckled and removed the leather pouch of Wolfsbane from his coat. He placed it on the desk, hung his coat on the chair, and walked toward her. As he came near he unbuttoned the cuffs on his white shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Hermione rolled onto her back and smiled up at him.
“I smell like the ocean and my body is coated in a layer of salt,” she said.
“I figured as much.” As he spoke he swiftly unbuttoned her jeans and let the zipper fall open, then pushed up the front of her shirt to expose the plane of her stomach. Without preamble, he began licking the exposed skin there. The contact made Hermione giggle.
“Salty as the ocean,” he said as he pulled her jeans completely off. “Come shower with me before I put you to bed.”
Hermione sat up. “To bed in your bed, I hope.”
Severus smiled. “I’m trying to get you into my bed more, not less. I just can’t think of a sensible way to do it. But yes, tonight you are mine.”
Hermione followed him into the bathroom where Severus magically started the tap. Warm water cascaded down as she removed the rest of her clothes and stepped inside. She watched him unfastening his buttons through the fogging glass. Soon he was naked and stepped in behind her. Hermione closed her eyes and let her head roll back against his chest as his hands caressed her hips and encircled her waist.
Severus’ voice cut through the silence. “Hermione, I have a question,” he said.
“You’ve had an awful lot on your mind tonight, haven’t you Severus?” Hermione did not open her eyes or move from her comfortable position.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “You could say that. I just, I need to know, where do you see yourself?”
“Right here,” she said without hesitation.
“No, I mean when the semester is over. Or when you leave Hogwarts to go to Uni or whatever it is you choose to do,” he clarified.
Hermione sighed and turned around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his back and rested her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. Her breasts were smashed against his body and there was no space between them.
“I can only see myself right here,” she whispered. He kissed her lips gently. “I want to be wherever you are.”
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