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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Again I apologise for the terrible delay in updating, but I do feel this story drawing near it's natural end. Not to worry, there are at least another few chapters before it concludes. ;-)

Glimmering streaks of warm orange light danced against her eyelids. Sunlight filtered through the makeshift window just opposite the bed, peaking through the gap in the curtain just enough to illuminate her face. Hermione’s eyes flew open in a panic. Sunlight meant dawn. She blinked before her eyes began to wander frantically. They met his glittering black orbs and her heart sank. But there were no words. He was simply watching her; studying her. She stayed silent, trying to read what was playing across his face as she laid there. They had fallen asleep, or at least she had fallen asleep. She wasn’t certain as to whether or not he had slept.

            Severus waited. The words were there in his mind, practically on the tip of his tongue. The words he should have used months ago when the whole sordid affair began. And yet he could not bring himself to say them. And there she was, naked in all her glory, if covered by his duvet, nestled in his bed the morning after an encounter. It had been one of the rules; it was supposed to end the game. But there she was and he waited as if needing her to try and justify herself so that he could talk himself out of dismissing her permanently.

            Hermione stayed still. Like a wounded gazelle laid bare before the lion, she waited. Making a move could offset the delicate balance of things. Why couldn’t she just close her eyes and go back to sleep? She had been warm and safe there. They had fucked, but it had been so much more than fucking. The images played in her mind as if it had been moments and not hours since their occurrence. Her lungs had stung with exhaustion when she’d come, his legs still tightly gripping hers. And the last thing she had remembered was being nestled in his arms, her heart beginning to slow.

            His eyes did not leave hers as she gazed at him, her eyes tracing the line where the duvet met his torso, hiding his delicious body from her view. But the silence remained, hanging between them like a dangerous knife waiting to fall. She longed to lean forward and press a gentle kiss against his lips, or touch his arm, but she dared not move, partially for fear of rejection. She continued to wait.

            It felt like hours, he was certain the sun would rise fully, set, and then rise again before she would speak or move. He allowed his eyes to fall closed for the briefest of moments before gazing into hers once more. “You slept over…” he said.

            His words were soft, echoing in her ear almost sadly. Hermione let her gaze fall to his chest. It was coming, she could feel it. The gentle but fatal blow that would all but crush her spirit. Her lower lip trembled as she released a ragged breath and held her tongue, waiting for him to continue.

            “It was against the rules…” Severus swallowed hard. “But try as I might, I find myself unable to enforce these rules…despite numerous efforts on my own behalf…” Hermione parted her lips to speak but his gaze quelled her into silence. “Breaking rules comes with repercussions…Her— Miss Granger…” he corrected himself though to what end he was uncertain.

            Hermione did not speak. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. She expected him to pull back, or to place his finger against her lips, but he welcomed her kiss, and Hermione nearly sobbed. She was in way over her head but he hadn’t completely dismissed her, at least not yet. His tongue was warm against hers, his mouth inviting and for a moment she felt as if she had drowned in his kiss.

            But it faded all too quickly as he pulled back and searched her eyes. “This is wrong,” he muttered. But before she could protest he pressed his lips to hers once more. “So very wrong…” his lips held hers, a deep, sweet kiss so sensual that her whole body was on fire. He pulled back once more from the kiss and gazed into her eyes. But words failed him. Emotions and feelings were not his forte as he’d spent his life rejecting and suppressing them, destroying the ability to possess them.

            Hermione blinked slowly, letting the sleepy feeling melt from her body before pressing a kiss against his cheek and whispering in his ear. “I don’t always have to be right, sir.”

            Once again her words struck him. He crumbled before her, taking her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes. Her lips trembled as he kissed her, and for a moment Hermione felt as if she might cry, but she kept herself composed and returned his kiss, her tongue eager to feel his. There was something deliciously carnal about the forbidden notion of their entanglement and she felt it with every breath she drew as they kissed, his hands moving over her body, caressing her skin, learning her shape.

            It took only moments before they were tangled together once more and the morning seemed to fade away from them as they lost themselves in each other’s arms.

            To say that Ginny was worried was an understatement when Hermione finally arrived in Gryffindor tower midway through the afternoon.

            “Where have you been?” she asked and rushed toward her friend.

            Hermione tried not to blush. “Come on, up to my room and we’ll talk…” she said.

            Ginny could hardly believe her ears as Hermione relayed the night to her, omitting of course the tiny detail of his name. “So you really are serious with him then? All rules aside?”

            “Yes, Ginny. I am. I think— I didn’t mean to, and I certainly don’t think he meant to…but I think we’ve developed feelings…for each other, more than just sexually.” It felt funny to say and even more so to accept. It wasn’t that she had feelings for him, though she supposed she must have felt something. The sex was phenomenal but if it was solely based on the sex her stomach wouldn’t have turned over backwards threatening to make her sick every time she thought she might lose her interactions with him. And waking up in his arms had certainly been pleasant, despite the initial panic.

            It didn’t take long for the weeks to slip past her and before she knew it her N.E.W.T.’s had come and gone and her last night at Hogwarts was upon her. Hermione found herself standing in his sitting room, frowning as he paced in front of the fireplace.

            “I won’t have it.” He muttered and shook his head slowly. “I’ve thought it over, as you asked, and considered it heavily, but it simply will not be possible.”

            “But, sir!” she protested.

            “Hermione, please…we’re a bit past that title…” he shook his head and turned his gaze to the empty hearth. It hadn’t been an unreasonable request but something he was not ready to consider. She had only mentioned it a fortnight prior, though he supposed it had been more than enough time to consider it.

            Staying at Hogwarts for the summer was out of the question. While the castle would be free of the loathsome little urchins that irked his nerves to their breaking point he needed his time away. Every summer he retreated to a property near the shore that he had inherited from a crazed old relative that he’d never met some years ago. She would be unable to explain her absence for the summer if she were to stay with him there, not that he had offered it up as an option, and there would be no way to accommodate him at her muggle home or the Burrow, where she spent most of her summer holidays. There would no way of explaining her entanglement to her parents and especially not to the Weasley clan. She had said that by the end of the summer she would have saved nearly enough money by working as an apprentice in the apothecary at Diagon Ally to afford her own flat and would be able to have him visit there.

            He sighed and leaned his arms against the mantle. Hermione stepped up behind him and placed a hand on the back of his shoulder. “So, this is it then?”

            Severus spun around and gazed harshly upon her but his face fell as he looked into her eyes. Once again she had broken him. Another sigh slipped from his lips. “What do you want from me, woman?”

            “To be with you…” she said. Hermione hesitated. “To know that there might be something more to this that just…this…”

            He took her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze but then took a step back and let his hands fall to his side. “This…” he muttered. “This…that never should have become…this— this that shouldn’t be…”

            “Do you regret it, sir?” she asked.

            Her innocent attempt at naiveté caught him off-guard and he found himself speaking before he could censor his thoughts. “Only in so much as I can no longer put a stop to it not even if I wanted to.”

            “And do you want to?”

            He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. “No.”

            The tiniest of smiles crossed her lips but it lit her face like a field filled with fireflies. She turned around and disappeared into the depths of his chambers. Before he could call after her and ask where she was going he heard the water in the bathroom and he sighed. She was wildly out of hand but he was unable to resist and wouldn’t trade a moment of it, despite his better judgment.

            Steam filled the room as he entered. Her clothes were piled in the corner and the water was running full blast. He could see the silhouette of her figure against the glass door. Too many nights he had claimed her in the shower, too many nights their carnal lust had marked the room, but like a siren’s call he was drawn to her and he found himself undressing and stepping into the hot spray of the showerhead before he could help himself.

            Her lips were crushed against his as she eagerly pushed forward, her wet body wriggling against him. Hermione was panting as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her back against the wall. He wasted no time in gripping her leg and pulling her up against him before pushing into her. She cried out, squeezing her legs tight around his hips as he pumped into her, growling as he did.

            “Stay here with me…” she moaned.

            “I won’t do it…” he growled. Severus bucked his hips hard against hers. She would be the death of him, living all summer cooped up in the castle where there would be little else to do but shag and stay hidden.

            “Please…” she pleaded, letting her eyes roll back into her head as she did. “Oh…” she whimpered, feeling his hand slip between them, fingering her nub.

            “No…” he growled again, the water spraying so hard against his back that it stung.

            “Sir…please—” but her words died as he claimed her lips and growled against their kiss.

            “Use my name,” he hissed. Never once in their time together, despite several of his own slip-ups, had she ever called him by his given name. It drove him mad. “Say my name, Hermione…” he breathed against her ear, throttling full force into her.

            “Stay with me…” she whimpered, her back arching against the wall, her legs beginning to tremble. “Please…please…sir, please…”

            “Say my name,” he growled louder, tangling his other hand into her hair, pulling her head back. He grazed his teeth against her flesh, nipping and suckling her as the water sprayed them both and she whimpered and writhed against him.

            “Please…” she was panting, her whole body trembling as she felt herself nearing her climax. He was thrusting harder and faster and Hermione was seeing shocks of white stars swimming behind her eyelids. “Please…Severus…” she whimpered and cried out as he pressed hard against her nub and slammed fiercely into her. “Oh!”

            Her body shook, her climax peaked and a wave of pleasure like no other ripped through her. Hermione was quaking as she felt his release inside of her. Severus was panting, his chest heaving as he tried to remain standing supporting them both as he rode out the pleasures of his own orgasm mixed with her release. He leaned against her, pressing her hard against the wall, taking a moment to allow his heart to settle.

            “You will go with me to my summer home…” he muttered. She had won again. The rules be damned.

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