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Patience on Sunday	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14234 -:- 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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“Today we will be reviewing the the properties that differentiate between herbs, flowers, and aromatics,” Professor Granger began as she walked along the center rows of desks in her classroom. “Do recall that this is all review and you will be expected to differentiate between these categories on your mid term exam in just a few weeks. I know it is tempting to tune out, but remember that these classifications are subject to numerous rules, overlap, and inconsistencies.”

A hand shot up at the back of the room.

“Yes, Mr. Norton?” She acknowledged the student sweetly despite the fact that this student could be quite a handful. She knew full well a ridiculous comment or question was coming her way.

“What is the purpose of memorizing classification when the rules are arbitrary? It seems as though...”

Hermione put up one hand, indicating the student should stop. “Mr. Norton, it is not typically my nature to interrupt my students when they are asking a question, but I probe you to please think of the purpose and nature of said questions before you ask.” Her heels clicked against the stone floor as she returned towards the front of the room. Norton chuckled to the friend sitting at his left behind her back, but promptly stopped whispering when she leaned against the large oak desk.

“When preparing potions, and particularly when experimenting with them, it is critical that one knows how the ingredients will behave together. Classifications help us to do this. However, classification is never clean or simple. If it was that would mean everything was the same and there would be no diversity amongst ingredients. And if we didn’t have some system of classification we would need to remember all properties of all things always. Is that something you could do, Mr. Norton?” Her voice dripped like honey. She sounded syrupy, but her words had bite.

The boy swallowed. “No, Professor.”

“That’s right, I didn’t think so. And so, just like in English, when we memorize that i comes before e, except after c, with the exception of countless odd words that don’t follow the rules, we will classify herbs, flowers, and aromatics. Yes?” The tone in her voice was menacingly sweet. The boy nodded his head rapidly and was relieved to find himself out of the woods.

“Very good, Mr. Norton.” Hermione began walking down the aisle again towards the student. “50 points from Gryffindor for wasting our time and I’d like a special essay on my desk tomorrow from you. Two rolls of parchment detailing this classification system and a thorough analysis of its importance. Then you can hopefully answer some of your own questions.” The boy swallowed his frustration as she returned her attention to the other students and her notes on the blackboard.

When the bell rang to dismiss the class she went to the board. She rested one hand on her left hipbone as her wand magically replaced the old notes with the ones needed for her upcoming lesson. Today was feeling particularly taxing for a Monday, and she knew precisely why. Her head was not in her work. Instead, distracting thoughts invaded her brain and as much as she said she wouldn’t, she couldn’t help but wonder when he’d find her again.

Almost as swiftly as the students had filed out she heard the door hinge creak open again. She glanced over her shoulder curiously. The headmaster took two steps into the classroom and she needed to avert her gaze in order to conceal the smile that betrayed her.

“Headmaster,” she said cordially, but with her back to him. His footfalls were heavy as he walked towards her and he stopped with about three meters between them. She was holding her breath.

He didn’t speak for a moment. He hadn’t realized she’d be so tense. He relished in it, quite frankly. He liked seeing her a bit uncomfortable.

“What in the hell did you do to the Norton boy?” His tone was casual and not at all abrasive. General inquisitiveness made his voice sound lighter and Hermione’s shoulders dropped as she laughed. “He looked as if someone dropped a bag of shite on him.”

Hermione turned to face the headmaster. “He was being a prick so he has two rolls of parchment due tomorrow.”

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk as he sat on a nearby stool. “I hope you docked house points as well.”

Hermione nodded as she leaned against the desk adjacent from where he was sitting. “Naturally.”

She crossed one ankle over the other. “So what can I do for you, Headmaster?”

Severus’ lip twitched before he hastily grabbed her left hand so her sleeve would roll back; revealing the bracelet he’d given her the night before. He nearly choked when he saw it. He did not expect she would wear it around school, much less to class. He’d never admit it, but he was happy that she was wearing it. He could feel a lightness in his chest. He wanted to be closer to her.

Suddenly his fingers were lacing between hers. Severus pulled Hermione towards him ever so slightly and she gave into his will. Her heels clicked twice against the stone floor and within moments hers legs were on either side of his knee. This proximity made her feel vulnerable in a way she couldn’t remember feeling before. Her breathing was coming more quickly now. She was one dangerous step away from straddling him and nearly sitting in his lap but as he looked up and into her eyes it suddenly didn’t feel so inappropriate.

“I hadn’t thought you’d be wearing that,” his voice was silky as it cut through the tension between them.

“I like it,” she said simply, but the heady quality of her voice was not lost on either of them.

“What do you like about it?” His eyes were transfixed to hers as he held her left hand in his right.

She swallowed to moisten her mouth. He tongue felt heavy. His question held more weight than he likely realized. Steadying her breath, the words slipped out like a quiet confession.

“That you gave it to me.”

Severus wanted to pull her into his lap completely at her admonition. The fact that she was so close made it even harder to resist. He squeezed her hand in an attempt at restraint.

Hermione had no restraint, however. Her leg brushed against his and it sent shivers through her spine. She bit her lip. She knew it made her look needy, but she didn’t care.

“Don’t...” he warned with a click of his tongue and a much quieter version of his trademark snarl. She smiled when she realized her begging was getting to him. Severus’ couldn’t remember ever feeling so vulnerable.

“Do you recall when last night you asked me what I wanted and I told you that I haven’t wanted anything in a long time?” He rubbed his thumb against her skin affectionately and she replied with an eager nod.

Severus stood up abruptly, forcing her to stumble backwards. There was an expression of concern and confusion on her face as she steadied herself. Just as swiftly as she’d stumbled, he closed the small space that had grown between them.

He swept a loose tendril behind her ear and permitted his fingers the liberty of lingering on her soft cheek. He cupped her face affectionately and, as he held her in his hand, he gently swept the pad of his thumb across her soft lips.

Hermione felt as if she was climbing at a high altitude. She was short of oxygen and was struggling to breathe through the tension between them. She wanted nothing more than to shatter the barrier like a wrecking ball, but all she could do was melt into his touch.

As if apparating from nowhere, the sound of students preparing for their next classes became audible outside the door. Hermione and Severus quickly pulled away from one another in fear that a student would enter. Hermione was panting as if she’d just ran to Hogsmeade and back while Severus stared unblinkingly into her eyes.

“When I said I hadn’t wanted anything in a long time. I was lying.”

The words floated between them and, for a moment, Hermione had forgotten what they’d been talking about. Realization dawned on her face and the headmaster smiled. Looking side to side as if he were crossing the street, Severus swiftly closed the space between them. He tucked the same tendril of hair behind her ear again as his lips parted ever so slightly to capture hers in the gentlest and sweetest kiss she’d ever experienced. It was so tender that she thought her heart would shatter but also deep enough to make her long for more when he quickly pulled away and exited the classroom; sidestepping the students seeping in through the open door as he went.
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