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"Unanswered Prayers"	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26252 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, nor the characters from it. I don't make squat from the writing of this story. I do lose sleep, tho'...

Chapter List
- 1-"Unanswered Prayers"
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11a
- 14-11b
- 15-11c
- 16-11d
- 17-11e
- 18-11f
- 19-11g
- 20-12
- 21-13
- 22-14
- 23-15
- 24-16
- 25-17
- 26-18
- 27-19
- 28-20
- 11
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“Hermione! Wait up!”
“Hello, Ron.”
She’d been avoiding this encounter since her return three days ago. The Ministry tapped Hogwarts to host an aurors' information exchange and tactics conference during the three-week Easter break in late February.
“Harry tell you we’re here — at the meeting?”
“He mentioned you both might attend.”
“We’re bloody celebrities — more experience fighting dark wizards than the sorry lot of them Ministry aurors combined. You’re on the agenda for next week.”
McGonagall informed her of this unwanted responsibility while Hermione helped Severus resettle in the dungeons. Patient and nurse hadn’t seen each other except in passing since that day. She’d been consumed by press events, Wizengamot testimony, charity visits to survivors at St. Mungo’s and Ministry debriefs. The debriefs often touched on her disappearance and her “secret” research into cures for cursed injuries. Any question seeking the names of her patients or colleagues met with polite but firm evasion; Hermione would not sacrifice Severus’ safety to assuage the Ministry’s paranoia and avarice. After hours of questioning by a number of departments over days and days, Kingsley Shacklebolt “took over” her debriefs; unfortunately, the kinder, gentler "conversations" consumed weeks and weeks of her rime.
“I’ll be discussing protective charms.” she explained, shaking herself from reverie.
“Yeah, you did a brilliant job with those. Until those snatchers caught us — but nobody’s perfect, eh?”
“If you’ll excuse me, Ron, I have N.E.W.Ts to study for.”
“You’re living here?”
She hadn’t meant to reveal that.
“Yes. Where are you staying?”
“Harry and I got assigned the Gryffindor Head Girl’s and Boy’s quarters.”
Hermione made a mental note to avoid all corridors that passed by that hallway. She’d apologize to Harry later.
“Haven’t seen you in the Great Hall.”
“I normally take my meals in my quarters. I’m still getting used to all the commotion and noise.”
“Let’s have dinner together — you, me, Harry and Ginny — in our place. I’ll get the house elves to set us up. It’s Friday; no working tomorrow.”
She’d trapped herself. Knowing they needed to talk hadn’t reduced her anxiety about being around him.
Maybe I can do this with Harry and Ginny there… she hoped.
“Alright. What time?”
“Say, 7?”
“See you then.”
Her departure met with resistance. Ron grabbed her roughly and pressed a kiss on her. She ached where his arms held her too tightly, aggravating her wounds from the torture. Rather than fight, though, she surrendered, reasoning that Ron would relearn her body as they spent time together.
“Blimey, Hermione — you could at least act like you enjoyed it. Don’t be late for dinner.”
Having delivered his final instruction to her he jogged away, hailing someone from the conference.

The absence of Harry and Ginny should have alerted her. A year of listening to her instincts had been dulled by months of healing and peace and sleep without nightmares.
“Hey! Always on time.”
“Thank you. Where’s Harry? I have something for him.”
“He and Gin decided to eat in Hogsmead. That’ll make it perfect for us. Have a sit down.”
In front of the couch in the Commons area a table had been arrayed with two place settings for expected guest.
Dinner came with snaps of Ron’s fingers and brusque instructions to the house elves. Glass after glass of butter beer and sparkling wine were poured as Ron recounted his exploits and conquests during her absence. After the table disappeared, Ron conjured a fire — after much effort — to knock the chill off the room and began his seduction of the woman he considered his.
Small talk gave way fairly quickly to kisses initiated by Ron.
“Ron, we’ve been separated almost a year. We have a great deal to discuss.”
“Like what, Hermione? You’ve been stuck in the woods with Professor Bat for nigh on a year. Nothing worth talking about there.”
“Don’t call him that, please. At least respect what he did for the Order.”
“I guess the old Death Eater did some pretty dicey things to keep himself alive after he switched to the proper side. But if he hadn’t been barking mad dark in the first place he’d never had to switch. I mean, it wasn’t like Harry’s mother would ever give Old Hooked Nose the time of day anyway.”
“Ron, that’s unkind and I won’t listen to any more of it!”
“I’m sorry, ‘Mione, I’m sorry,” came tumbling out of his mouth, “It’s just hard thinking about you stuck up there fixing him up when we should have been getting on.”
The kissing started again in earnest, accompanied by apologies and revelations about seizing the moment after the war. His insistence that no day was promised battered at her reserve until she found herself kissing him back.
More experienced than Hermione, Ron took liberties with her body. His rough handling of her breast triggered small yelps of discomfort which Ron mistook for arousal. Hermione separated them when Ron reached inside her blouse and released the clasp on her bra.
“I’m not ready…”
“Come on, Hermione. It’s been two years. I know you love me and I’m trying to show you that I love you.”
“I’m… It still hurts… Where Bellatrix tortured me, the skin is very sensitive.”
The memory of torture stayed his escalating efforts.
“I’m sorry. Let me put this back —” he said, reaching under her blouse again in hopes of persuading her.
“I need to use the loo. I’ll take care of it.”
With a quick move Hermione rose and ascended the stairs into what she hoped was Harry’s room. Ron met her just outside the door when she exited, satisfying himself with slobbering over her as he pinned her against the wall. Harry’s return saved her.
She said hasty goodbyes to both wizards and strode briskly towards the exit. As she left for her own quarters she overheard the brief interchange between Harry and Ron.
“Hey, mate — I thought you and Gin were settled elsewhere for the night.”
“Ginny’s not feeling well so we packed it in early.”
“Next time give some warning. Hermione and I were getting reacquainted, if you get my meaning.”
“Ron, don’t be a git. Talk to her; she’s been through a lot.
“Bloody easy for you to say, mate. You’re shagging my sister every chance you get. It’s been two years with us and I haven’t been close to getting in her pants. I’d be blue all over right now without those shagging angels of mercy out there in the world.”
Neither heard the painting close behind her.
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