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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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Severus Snape sat in his office and wondered if four in the afternoon was a late enough hour for a drink. He knew full well that indulging would be frowned upon, but he felt as if his body were shaking all over and he wished for a way to steady himself.

The bottle of Ogden’s in his office taunted him as he fingered his quill. Never in his life could he recall feeling as unstable as he did right now. He was completely unhinged. Severus dragged his hand over his long face. He couldn’t understand why he’d kissed her. She was a professor under his authority and a former student for Merlin’s sake. Most importantly, however, he knew that the feelings he was having for her were wrong. It couldn’t continue like this. It was downright inappropriate.

Severus caved to the pressure and accio’d the bottle to his desk. He took one generous swig and felt the liquid heat move through his cold body just as an intrusive knock at his door interrupted his digression. It opened before he could respond.

“Keeping warm, Headmaster?” Harry’s question had a slight hint of sarcasm as the head auror entered the office and sat in the seat opposite the headmaster. Severus thought to hide the bottle beneath his desk, but it was too late and hiding liquor was never a sign of a well adjusted individual.

“Calming my spirit, Mr. Potter,” he replied dryly. “Would you like some?”

Harry put up his hand to refuse the offering while shaking his head. “I would, thank you, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m on night patrol.”

Severus corked the bottle and sent it through the air back to its place on the shelf. Harry didn’t speak, but stared at Severus unblinkingly. It was making him uncomfortable.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?”

Harry swallowed. “Sir, I am not in need of anything. However, there is something we must discuss.”

Reality suddenly settled on Severus. Assuming Harry meant to update him of the status of the school, Severus immediately felt foolish for how distracted he’d allowed himself to become. He was tasked with running one of the most prominent Wizarding schools in the world and here he was indulging in his cups over a woman...

“Headmaster, are you alright?” Harry could see the distraction flitting across the man’s face.

“Yes, apologies,” he said and willed himself to focus on Harry, “I have been somewhat distracted lately. Please, tell me what you’d like to discuss.”

The corner of Harry’s lip twitched when the headmaster acknowledged his current state.

“I was concerned for Hermione last night when she did not return to her quarters. Hermione has not been away for the night in years, except for that time she fell asleep in the library. On that instance, since she turned up on the Marauder’s map, I was able to wake her and send her home, though,” Harry said.

Severus peered at Harry. He spoke carefully. “Well, a woman of her age should be able to do as she pleases. What staff does or where they go in their free time is no concern of mine. And Harry, I told you I didn’t want that map here if it was going to cause trouble. You assured me that it wouldn’t...”

Harry cut him off and continued speaking impatiently. “She wasn’t anywhere on the map all night, Severus. I found her early this morning when she appeared in one of the corridors. She said she had not left the castle so it was odd for her not to be on the map.” Harry looked smug.

Severus bit the inside of his cheek to keep from throwing the insolent little prick from his office. “She’s a grown woman, Har-“

“And you, sir, are well aware of the fact that there is one location that has been erased from the Marauder’s map, yes? In order for me to keep it here, I believe you said something to the effect of ‘Harry, I don’t want you to watch me pace back and forth in my chambers.’ I honored that request and forever since the headmaster’s chambers have been a dark spot on the map.”

Severus steepled his fingers and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. Harry leaned back casually in his chair, clearly satisfied and with no intention to speak further until the headmaster offered something up.

If Severus could have spat fire, he would have seared Harry like a flank steak. The fact that he looked so comfortable in spite of Severus’ obvious state was irksome. Severus decided not to give him the satisfaction...

“If you’re quite finished, Mr. Potter, I have no desire to discuss the personal lives of my staff.” His voice was stern and welcomed no argument. Harry bawked and stood abruptly while he gestured wildly in the headmaster’s direction.

“Headmaster! I know that you’re sleeping with her. Why can’t you admi-”

“Enough!” Severus barked as he stood and leaned across the desk. Harry froze under the man’s brooding presence. This was a side of Snape he had not seen in many years. His tone broached no argument. For the first time in a long time, Harry was genuinely taken aback and fearful of his presence. Anger was boiling off the top and simmering into steam.

“Harry I‘d have never thought you would walk into my office and disrespect me like this,” his voice was sharp and deliberate. “Even though it is none of your business, Hermione did spend the night in my chambers. She fell asleep on the sofa from her sleeping potion and I saw no reason to wake her.”

Severus’ tone resonated and Harry suddenly looked crestfallen. There was guilt on his face and Harry could see the frustrated anger clearly behind the headmaster’s eyes. Harry’s face fell and he moved to sit back down.

“Headmaster, I apologize-”

Severus put up his hand, indicating he should stop. “Please, don’t. Just go.”

Harry hovered above the chair momentarily before standing back up. He nodded apologetically. “Enjoy your evening, Headmaster. I apologize for overstepping.”

Severus acknowledged him with a gruff noise before Harry removed himself from the office. The moment the door closed, Severus thought he could scream. It was nearly time for dinner, however, and he needed to begin mentally preparing himself to attend. He rubbed the stiff muscles in his neck in an attempt to relax.

After eating dinner and speaking to nearly no one, the headmaster grabbed the remaining paperwork from his office and took it to his chambers. All he wanted was to finish his work and his bottle of Ogden’s without interruptions. To say he felt exhausted was an understatement. He was drained.

Severus made a rule that he would only have one drink while he was working, so he sipped slowly from his tumbler while sitting at the small desk under the window. The chill of the night air was likely the only thing keeping him awake. Even though it was still much earlier than he’d typically go to bed, his head felt heavy and he wanted sleep.

He scrawled his signature across several papers and responded to a half dozen correspondences. The moon was higher in the sky now. Leaning back in his chair slightly, he drained him glass to mark the completion of his day before refilling it once more.

Severus took his drink to the sofa and toed off his shoes. He groaned as he stretched his stiff feet inside his black cotton socks before shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back.

He was pissed at Harry. For as long as he’d known him that boy had been sticking his nose in places it didn’t belong. This wasn’t the first time he’d invaded his privacy.

Severus’ lip twitched as he replayed Harry’s assumptions in his mind. The way he declared that they must have slept together like a smug little dick made Severus’ anger flare.

Then there was the real matter of Hermione, from which Harry’s insolence was only a distraction. He felt heat, like after you take a stiff drink, spread through his chest at the thought of her name.

He had barely looked at her during supper. At one point he saw her looking at him, but Severus made it seem as if he didn’t notice. He was brooding and had accepted that everyone at the staff table likely noticed.

She was beautiful, though, which was how she always seemed to look to him lately. Her hair was tied back loosely with a low clip to keep it out of her face. Her cheeks were pink from laughter as Hagrid told some story and the exposed column of her throat made him feel needy. He forced his attention back to his plate more than once.

Severus was consumed by his thoughts and had nearly fallen asleep on the sofa when he heard faint scratching at his door. The irritating sound was persistent and Severus groaned when he pulled himself off the couch. As soon as he began to open the door, Hermione’s cat snaked between his ankles and made a b-line for his chair by the fire. The animal jumped up quickly and began rolling itself into a tight, warm ball.

“Hey! You can’t be here,” Severus spat at the unwelcome animal. “Go! Now!” The animal did not move. Severus marched over to the chair and plucked the ball of fluff from its cozy spot before depositing it outside his door. “Away with you!”

The moment he slammed the door shut the incessant scratching began again. Severus felt like his jaw might crack and he was ready to kick the cat down the steps when he swung the door open again.

“Omni, come here this instant!” Hermione’s voice carried up the stairs and stopped him in his tracks before he could deal with the intrusive pest. Omni circled his ankles again, as if he weren’t the least bit bothered by nearly getting assaulted, before returning to his spot on the chair.

Severus cocked and eyebrow as Hermione stared up at him with big eyes. She looked panicked. She brushed her hands down over the front of her red and green flannel pajamas to straighten the mussed fabric. “Severus,” she began in an exaggerated whisper, “I am so, so sorry.”

He stared down at her but said nothing.

“I don’t know how he got out. It took me forever to find him and I have no idea what he’s doing coming up here,” she continued.

Severus reluctantly opened the door further and gestured for her to come inside. She went to pick up the animal-

“Have a seat.” His voice cut through the room and she did.

She instantly kicked off her trainers and tucked her feet beneath her. “It’s freezing in here, Severus. Has that window been open all night?”

“I hadn’t been expecting company,” he said while he sat down beside her and pointed his wand to shut the window. He looked her up and down. “Why are you dressed like a Christmas present?” Hermione laughed out loud while looking down at her pajamas.

“They’re cozy,” she said with laughter still heavy on her tongue. “And Severus, I’m sorry, truly I am. I’d never thought he’d get so far away from me.” She gestured toward the sleeping fur ball.

He nodded to acknowledge her; knowing full well that half-kneazles are notorious for having minds of their own. Hermione looked around the room before she noticed his nearly empty glass on the table and helped herself to the final swig. Severus watched her with interest. There was something about her level of comfort that was doing something for him. He liked the way she looked curled up by his fire in her Christmas pajamas, and he liked that she was making herself comfortable. He wanted to touch...

“You can’t be here,” he said shakily as he stood to face her. “I’m sorry, Hermione, but you need to take that thing and go.” He gestured to the snoring Omni.

Hermione was surprised by the change in his demeanor. She watched him calmly before standing before him. His large frame towered over her and he began to tremble as she stared up at him. Her eyes were gentle, but they were piercing.

“I apologize for the intrusion.” Her voice was sweet. “We did not mean to interrupt-“

“You haven’t interrupted anything,” Severus said quickly, then his voice softened. “I just don’t think you should be here.”

Hermione’s face sunk and he couldn’t stand it. He grabbed her chin and the sudden contact surprised her. Severus looked at her as if he were studying some foreign ingredient of which he did not understand the purpose.

“Please don’t look so sad.” He likely didn’t notice the melancholy in his voice.

“Why wouldn’t I be sad Severus?” She pulled away from his grasp as she spoke. Her sentences were clipped and he easily realized her irritation. “Since I’m already here I don’t understand why you’re trying to send me away.”

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered as he looked away.

“What’s a bad idea?” She tried to grab his forearm and pull him back.

“You! You’re a bad idea!” He looked at her squarely as he spat. There was agony in his eyes. “Hermione I can’t think about a single thing other than you! Everyday it’s you and it’s torture because when I see you all I want to do is touch you. When I kissed you it took all of the self control I have to force myself to stop and you-“

In one swift movement Hermione stretched onto the tips of her toes and let her body press against him. Her pajama top lifted slightly as her arms snaked around his neck in order to pull him closer. Before Severus had registered what was happening her lips parted to capture his in a kiss. He kissed her back as she pulled gingerly on his lower lip. Hermione slid her tongue into his mouth and smirked when a small, needy groan escaped from his throat.

Severus’ hand landed on the small of her back. Her skin was soft and warm and he was helpless in fighting the urge to pull her closer. He suddenly wanted to feel every inch of her against him and that was precisely when she pulled away and stumbled backwards out of his arms.

Her lips were slightly plump as she composed herself and pulled down her shirt to cover her exposed midriff. She looked tousled and frustrated and slightly indignant.

“Tell me you want me to go,” her voice was firm.

Severus was confused. He raked his hand through his hair and stared at her.

“Go on. Say you want me to go.” Hermione looked angry and very sexy. The light from the fireplace behind her made her skin glow like warm honey. He wanted to growl at her. He closed the space between them and swept her hair back from her face, forcing her features to soften.

Severus held the silence between them as he watched her cave to his touch. His hand slid along the side of her face and she needed to close her eyes. His other hand found its way into her hair as well and soon he was holding her face in his hands and like putty.

Hermione wasn’t sure how long he’d touched her like that, but she felt calm when his voice enveloped her like fine silk. He swept the pad of his thumb across her lips.

“I don’t know what to do with this feeling,” he said in a sincere whisper.

Hermione opened her eyes to look at him. Her voice was gentle. “I don’t care what you do with it, but please don’t tell me to leave again.”

He was drowning in her and it was impossible to come up for air. He watched her eyes carefully for any deceit but all he saw was genuine. He couldn’t resist her any longer and he had no words left to say. She tasted like warm caramel when he captured her lips in another deep, gentle kiss.
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