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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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AN: I apparently forgot to add chapter 10 to this sight, so please go back and read chapter 10, you may have already read this chapter...
Chapter Eleven
October 1998
Minerva McGonagall couldn’t remember a time since she met Severus Snape where the man had been anything less than serious and dour. That being said, she was positive something was going on. They often were the first in the staff room in the early mornings, especially after the last year. While they never spoke about it, she was certain he suffered from the same nighttime awakenings she did, dawn was always a relief. Her hawk-like eyes watched him as he made a morning cup of tea. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he’d met a woman. She stifled an uncharacteristic chuckle at this observation, Snape with some women seemed ... well it seemed out of character. All though she was sure there had been at least a few in his life. At some point. Maybe.
“Good morning, Headmistress.” Snape nodded as he settled across the table from her, flicking the paper open with a delicate twitch of his writs.
“Good morning, Severus,” McGonagall answered. Snape did not miss the questioning infliction in her tone. He groaned inwardly.
“Yes, Minerva?” He asked her.
“Why, Severus. I said nothing.”
“Minerva, your tone said everything,” he stated dryly. “You have a question for me?”
“Well, more of an observation, really.” McGonagall wasn’t one to beat around the proverbial bush. The brooding man before her just raised an arched ebony brow inquisitively. “Well, my boy, there’s really no preamble for my question, so I’ll just come out and say it. Are you seeing someone?”
If he had been surprised by her question, she couldn’t tell. His expression did not change from the bored curiosity with her highly personal question. “I am not,” he clipped. “Why in the world would you ask such a foolish thing?” Inside his mind was reeling. What had he done to prompt such an inquiry?
“You just seem…lighter as of late.” She cocked her head and Snape snapped the paper into place again, schooling his features into a mask of stone. “Dare I say you appear happy?”
Snape pushed aside the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He bloody well was happy, but he didn’t need her commenting on it. “Minerva, I mean this in the most inoffensive way possible. Please mind your own business. If anything has changed in my personal life, I will bring it to your attention only if it will affect my work.”
McGonagall hid her smile with her coffee cup. His dismissal just made her all the more certain. “As you wish, Severus.”
Severus Snape knew she would be here any moment for their Friday appointment. She was frequently over a half an hour early on their meetings nights. After a few weeks of this, he had asked her why she kept coming so early when she knew he would have work to finish before they could get started.

“I like to be in the same room as you,” she had answered sweetly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She was often saying things like this and it continued to make him squirm.
The last seven weeks had been some of the most pleasant of his life. Pessimist as he was, though, he was sure the other boot was going to drop any second. She’d get sick of him or realize he was an unattractive old man with little to offer her. He breathed a quiet sigh and glanced at his time piece: 6:20. He turned his attentions back to his marking.
After only two weeks, they increased her extra potion lessons to two nights per week, and started them an hour earlier than originally planned; both realizing one evening a week would never suffice. The routine they had effortlessly established became the paramount of his existence. They performed the perfunctory tasks of maintaining her schedule and having her extra lesson, but by nine-thirty they were done with the obligations and could move to more pungent tasks. And it wasn’t always sex – which had surprised him.
He found Hermione to be more intellectually enticing then he first realized, which he would have never thought possible. He had always known she was more than intelligent, but when he truly grasped her ability to dissect and comprehend the intricacies of potion making, he was elated. Because of this, he probably unintentionally added mountains of work to her already overflowing goblet, but she had yet to complain. He would shower her with journal articles to read and set problems to her that were difficult for even some of his peers. While she struggled occasionally, with a little of his guidance and a few well-placed questions, she would always find the correct answers, sometimes coming up with scenarios he, himself, hadn’t considered.
Sometimes they would work on the extra tasks he set for her. Sometimes they would stretch out on the davenport in his office in front of a blazing fire; he in the corner with her on her back, head propped against his thigh. She liked it when he read aloud to her, which he found amusing. When asked why, she told him his voice was sexy and soothing and helped keep her mind calm. Many times, however, they would end up in bed. A tangle of naked limbs and exploring hands and mouths. The more time he spent with her, the more he began to realize it was not enough.
He smirked to himself when he heard the door click and lock behind her. Finishing a nasty note on first year theory essay, he looked up. Expecting her to smile at him and make her way to her usual seat to wait him out, his heart jumped into his throat at the sight of her. She looked terrible. Her hair, which she had become much more adept at taming, would quite literally do Medusa proud. It was a nightmare which she was currently trying to shove into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were blood shot and dark circles had formed beneath them. He had just seen her in class yesterday morning, how could she deteriorate this quickly? When they finally made eye contact, she tried to give him a brave smile, but a single tear tumbled down her face. He was on his feet and across the room in moments.
“Hermione!” He exclaimed, pulling her overburdened book bag off her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m being silly.” She tried to brush it off, but her breath started coming in short gasps and another tear slipped down her cheek.
“Tell me.” He insisted, guiding her to a chair. He sat her down, pulling another up for himself.
“I -” But she couldn’t seem to choke out anything more. She was clutching a hand at her chest while the other massaged her temple. Her body started to tremble, he realized in that moment she was having a panic attack.
“Hey.” He cupped her face, smoothing the tears away, trying to calm her down. Without any warning, she was frantically grasping the front of his frock coat, struggling to suck in broken gulps of air. Foregoing any pretense, he crushed her to him in a tight embrace and started rubbing firm, soothing circles between her shoulder blades. “Just get it out, you’re okay.” He kept his voice low and calm even while his own heart thudded at her distress. He continued to stroke her back, pressing kisses to her temple while promising she was safe. It felt like hours, but was more like minutes, when her breathing finally evened out enough that she could relax against him, methodically pulling slow, steady breaths in through her nose. When she was finally still, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her back to look at her.
“You’re all right?”
“Better now,” she answered, she looked drugged.
He frowned. “Does that happen often?”
“Not as much recently, I struggled with them a lot through the summer,” she answered dismissively. “They’ve been better since I’ve been here.”
“What caused this one?”
She averted his gaze, uncomfortable, and shrugged.
“Hermione…” he warned
Her eyes flashed to his and away again. “It’s really nothing. I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed with school work and Head Girl duties.” She was trying to brush it off. He narrowed his eyes.
“Try again,” he snapped. Her shoulders slumped.
“I had a nightmare last night. Please, don’t make me talk about it.” Her eyes were haunted, and he swallowed a lump in his throat at her pain.
She lithely slipped out of her chair and straddled his lap, sinking into him without being pulled forward. She rested her cheek against his heart and curled her fingers into his chest. Not knowing what else to do, he just held her. He held her and listened as her breathing became deep and even. Held her as her heat radiated through him. Held her and knew he was lost. He had never felt so protective of anyone in his life. After a long while she stirred and pulled back from him.
“Thank you,” she said, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. The fire of the simple gesture crackled to his groin.
“What, may I ask, have I done to deserve thanks?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Just by being you.” It was another one of those uncomfortable truths, he brushed it off with a gentle half smirk.
“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Now, how about I get you a draft of Tranquility Drought and Dreamless Sleep and escort you back to your chambers. I think you need a night off and an early bedtime. Up!” He made to help her out of his lap, but she turned large doe eyes on him – looking at him like he was mad.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t need an early night, I just need you.”
He closed his eyes to hide his soul. Her words sliced through him like a wand through the air. He was still struggling to believe his luck – this perfect, angelic girl wanted him when she was upset. He felt a soft thumb on his cheek and opened his eyes to find her just about to rest her forehead against his. She kissed his nose tenderly and then angled her head to press her lips gently to his, her fingers grazing over his stubbled jaw. He allowed her to control the kiss and was surprised to find her leaving his mouth to flutter soft caresses over his chin and cheeks and back to his lips again, where she slid her inquisitive tongue over them, asking him to open for her. He did with no hesitation. A deep sigh of pleasure whooshed through her nose and feathered over his face while her voice hummed in her throat.
He became an active participant then, running his tongue across hers warmly, sucking her pink muscle to his as the passion between them grew. It felt different tonight, though. Not frenzied or hurried, but heavy and methodical. In a show of his impressive strength, he gripped her bum firmly in his hands and walked with her wrapped around him until they entered his bedroom. After warding the doors and starting the fire, they took their time undressing each other. Languidly exploring every surface of each other’s bodies with their hands as garments dropped to puddles on the floor; never breaking their heated melding of mouths.
He carefully urged her into the bed and sank them back into the welcoming pillows and blankets, sliding one knee between her thighs, coaxing her to open for him. She bloomed willingly and beautifully, continuing to engage him in long, deep, sensuous kisses. He slid into her slowly, parting her slick folds with utmost care.
“Ahh,” she breathed, her mouth pulling away from his briefly as the sensation of their connection overtook her. “Severus,” she whispered, before finding his hot orifice with hers again. He felt like he was being scorched by the sun, waves of heat radiated off her and surrounded him in a chrysalis of unfathomable emotion and buzzing wonder. He stayed deep within her hot box, grinding his hips into hers. Relishing the closeness of their bodies. Sweat trickle down his temple and dripped from the tip of his nose, and still he kept his efforts agonizingly slow and deliberate.
Hermione writhed beneath him, barmy with the passionate bond she was experiencing. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, the hair there teasing her nipples. Severus filled her again and again with deep, expansive pressure and feeling.
Their copulation lasted much longer then she was used to. He was taking his sweet, precious time. She had been building for what felt like hours and her body ached with the need to release its desire. When perspiration clung to every inch of her skin and she thought there was no way she could continue without losing her mind, he increased the pace just enough to throw her blindly off the tallest cliff she had ever climbed. “Oh, Serverus,” she breathed, her breath hitching as her orgasm rolled over her like heatwaves from a pyroclastic lava flow. They started in her core and erupted through her being, the tight rupture of the muscles of her inner walls coaxing him to climax with her. He whispered her name in turn and she felt as if she were glowing with her affection for him. His seed poured into her in droves and her body welcomed the life-giving infusion.
When the spasms of their culmination subsided, he rolled to his back, taking her with him to preserve their joining. Her body lay limp as rag doll over him, her cheek pressed against his thundering heart. His hands traced trails of warmth down her spine. She felt safe, and content, and cherished. They must have dozed like that for a while, for when she woke the fire in the grate was burning low. She lifted her head from his rib cage with reluctance before dropping a few delicate kisses through his chest hair. This woke him with a small rumble of pleasure. She tilted her face to his and kissed him warmly before slowly rolling off him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His sleep laden voice protested, as his hands automatically reached for her, trying to pull her back.
“I should get back to my room,” she whispered.
“Oh.” One eye peeked open to take in her upturned nose and freckles. Her wild hair illuminated with the back drop of the brazier while she stared at him sleepily. He wanted her to stay, his bed felt cold and empty when she left. He watched her with regret as she leaned over the side of the mattress to pick her clothing off the floor. He knew that if he just spoke the words aloud she would.
He didn’t though, fearful of being wrong and sounding like a besotted swot if she said no. Instead he pulled himself out of bed and dragged his trousers on so he could walk her to his door. She turned to him with eyes full of glowing heat. She whispered her goodnight as she stretched up on her toes to give him a final kiss. She turned to slip out the door, but he caught her hand, pulling her back.
“Come back tomorrow night, make an excuse.” He all but begged her, dropping yet another kiss on her swollen mouth. She pulled back in surprise and searched his face, a lovely smirk curving her pretty lips.
“I’ll figure it out, it may have to be later, though.” He muttered his agreement and continued to kiss her. She backed away a few moments later with a breathy laugh. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, brushing a lock of dark hair out of his eyes with ink-covered finger tips. He let her go reluctantly and watched her until she disappeared around the bend. Returning to his chambers, he sunk on the bed. He was in far too deep.
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