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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10439 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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
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Hermione woke early Thursday morning to prepare for her and Severus’ meeting with Anastasia Goodrich. She was enjoying a warm shower and feeling incredibly grateful that her conversation with Kingsley that past Monday morning had gone so well. As Severus had said, Kingsley was already aware and supportive of their brewing partnership and business arrangement. Hermione was to remain on staff at The Ministry, but was free to take liberties with her schedule and work from home.
She hadn’t seen Severus since Sunday. They had sent a few owls back in forth regarding their meeting with Mrs. Goodrich and Severus forwarded her a correspondence with JD Wilkins. Overall, Hermione was please with their partnership and the way this arrangement seemed to be gaining traction.
It was not lost on her, however, that Severus’ demeanor had changed on Sunday after their run in with Harry and Ginny at the cafe. Hermione noticed that he had stopped talking as much, and was certainly being less affection. She dismissed this, however, realizing that being called out by Harry had made his visibly uncomfortable. After breakfast they had gone for a stroll in the park and Hermione wasn’t sure how to break down his rigid exterior, so resolved herself to let the whole thing unfold naturally.
Regardless, she was looking forward to seeing him today. As much as she wanted to focus solely on the meeting, she couldn’t help but think back to the love they had made. When she closed her eyes she could feel the way his eyes bore into her during the heat of passion, and the way he grabbed her hips to spur her on as he ground into her. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands always managed to find their way into her hair as he pulled it with hungry need. She was hoping he’d ask her to stay tonight, and was planning to slip back into his bed by any means necessary.
Her lunch with Ginny had been pleasant. Hermione confided in her friend that she really was enjoying spending time with their old Professor.
“Well it certainly seems like he has feelings for you, Hermione,” Ginny chided as she took a gulp from her water glass.
Hermione blushed. “So you really don’t know what he said to Harry?”
“I haven’t the slightest clue. I keep badgering him but he just says to leave it. And when I ask how he feels about you dating Professor Snape he just grumbles and sighs...which is a huge improvement to him flying off the handle at the thought,” Ginny explained.
“Ginny, for the last time, Severus and I aren’t dating.” Frustration was evident in Hermione’s voice.
Ginny took a bite from her fork. “Yea, you know, you keep saying that but I just don’t quite believe it. There is something brewing, that’s obvious.” Ginny chuckled at her unintentional pun. “I’m sorry, Hermione, that was too easy. But in all seriousness it sounds like Professor Snape is really happy when he’s with you. And you seem happy about being with him. You don’t need to call it dating but I think it’s foolish not to acknowledge that it’s something.”
Hermione tumbled that over in her mind. “Maybe you’re right, Gin. If I’m honest with myself there are certainly feelings there.” She looked around nervously. “Can I tell you something without you freaking out or making a big deal of it?”
Ginny looked up at her with a mouth full of food. “What?” She mumbled and then swallowed. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”
At first Hermione didn’t answer and Ginny leaned back in her chair with a smug look across her face. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“How did you know?” Hermione asked.
“It’s obvious, Hermione, that you both care about each other. You defend each other and you enjoy working together. I saw how he was looking at you on Sunday while he was holding your hand before either of you saw us. And I saw the grin on your face, too. I don’t know what he said to Harry but it had to be something big to get him off your trail. He knows something we don’t know, of that I’m certain.”
Hermione thought about Ginny’s comment for the umpteenth time as she exited the shower and began readying herself for the day. She couldn’t help but wonder what Severus had said to Harry, and why both of their demeanors had shifted so drastically.
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As Severus exited the shower on Thursday morning he wrapped a towel around his waist and raked his fingers through his lank hair. He was looking forward to seeing Hermione again, that was for certain, but he was a bit nervous too. Had Potter told her what had slipped out of his mouth at the cafe? He truly didn’t think he would...but one could never quite know.
He had spent the last four days thinking about her from the moment he woke to the moment he went to bed. Truth be told if he had stopped taking her potion at night he’d probably think of her as he slept, too, but he was terrified of any good dream mixing with his typical nightmares to ruin his fantasies of her. He wasn’t sure why he said everything he said in the cafe, but he knew for certain that not seeing her since Sunday had been to bloody long. He suddenly regretted telling her to meet him at Goodrich Industries rather than coming to his house first. Now he wouldn’t be able to steal a moment with her.
After finishing his preparations, Severus warden the house and apparated. When he arrived a block away from Mrs. Goodrich’s offices, he began walking towards the main entrance. A moment later Hermione fell into step beside him.
“Ever so punctual, Professor?” She smiled up at him cheerily. Severus chuckled.
“Would you expect anything less?” He asked sardonically.
Hermione laughed. “Not from either of us.”
He opened the door and ushered her inside, letting his left hand graze the small of her back as she passed. He followed her inside and let his eyes travel up the length of her body as she shrugged off her cloak and draped it over her arm. He was stunned by her womanly frame and silhouette. She was wearing black cigarette pants that tapered at the ankle to reveal black high heeled shoes that showed off her gorgeous calves and ankles. Her turquoise blouse hugged her beautifully and her hair was captured by a small clip that allowed a few wild strands to escape and bounce playfully as she walked. He had to bite back the urge to grab that clip and let it all fall free. He wanted nothing more than to touch her.
They sat side by side in the waiting area. After several minutes, Severus rationalized that no one was near by to hear, and he leaned over to whisper in Hermione’s ear. When he spoke, his voice slid over her like honey; his seductive tone garnering her full attention. Quietly, he said, “Miss Granger I must tell you that I am far too distracted by the shape of your arse in those pants to take the lead in this meeting.”
Hermione bit back the laughter that was threatening to erupt from inside her. Severus flashed her a small smirk and she fought the urge to kiss it from his lips. Hermione was shaken back to reality when Mrs. Goodrich appeared to usher them into her office. Severus upheld his typical decorum and Hermione hastily pulled herself together before following her partner inside.
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After they had successfully secured their contract to research and develop the hybrid strand of Bundimun
Secretion, the pair walked side by side to the apparition point. Hermione grabbed onto Serverus’ arm and he quickly apparated them back to his home. When they arrived on the front porch, pressing slightly against one another, Severus took the opportunity to gaze into her dark eyes before ushering her inside. Severus stayed composed as the door swung closed, but as soon as he heard the latch behind him his arms reached out to grab the hair clip that was containing her curls. Tossing it down on the loveseat, he raked his fingers through her hair. Hermione closed her eyes at the contact and took a small step closer to him. She was placated by his touch.
“Severus,” she sighed as she let her body mold against him.
He was well aware of the fact that he was fighting a loosing battle when trying to keep his composure around her. His hands pulled her hair slightly so that she was looking up at him. His voice rumbled in a low and melodious tone. “I missed you so fucking much. You can’t stay away for so long.” His lips suddenly met hers in a rough and frenzied kiss.
When they finally broke apart, they looked at each other for a long moment. Hermione wanted to ask him about Sunday, about what he had said to Harry, but she restrained. Hermione took a step back and toed off her heels. She flopped down on the loveseat and began massaging the arch of her foot. Severus sat down next to her and gestured for her to extend her foot to him. He took it and began rolling her arch through his fingers.
“Do you think we should begin brewing tonight or tomorrow?” She asked.
He thought for a moment. “I have already sourced everything we need and I think it’d be best if we did some of the ingredient preparation tonight. That way tomorrow will go more smoothly. I think it’s supposed to be a gorgeous day so I’d hate to spend all of it in the lab.”
Hermione nodded in agreement and Severus brought her foot to his mouth to kiss the arch but as he did she pulled away.
“Ew! Severus! They must smell horrid!! Wearing heels without any socks just breeds bad smells.” She tried not to laugh as she tucked her foot beneath her.
“What! You smell fine!” He stared at her with a look of indignation; then she erupted in a fit of laughter.
Finally Hermione took a steadying breath and was able to compose herself. She looked at him longingly. “Oh Severus,” she said on a sigh, “what are we doing here?”
He had learned by now that the question didn’t warrant a literal answer. He stared back at her for a moment. He stood, leaned over to peck her forehead, and replied, “I think I’ll tell you tonight. Right now, I’m famished. Let’s make some lunch” and he walked away toward the kitchen.
Befuddled, Hermione watched him from the sofa as he prepared sandwiches without once looking back at her.
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