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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21947 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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“Miss Granger,” his voice bellowed as the students packed up their things and began funneling out of the Potion’s classroom. “A word, please.”
“Yes, Professor,” Hermione replied and nodded to her companions as they followed the other students out. She stood and approached his desk. Once the door swung closed he let out a deep breath and she saw his features relax. She smiled when she saw the longing in his eyes. She let her hand graze the front of his teaching robes and she could feel his chest rise and fall beneath them.
“I didn’t sleep well last night,” he said honestly.
She leaned against him and kissed him chastely. “I didn’t sleep well either,” she began. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I want to tell McGonagall,” she said without preamble as she reached into the pocket of her robe and took out her wand. Professor Snape eyed her curiously as she pointed it at the chalkboard and erased his notes. She snapped her wrist again and her own handwriting began to appear on the board. Severus read the writing for a moment before turning back to Hermione.
“Is that a T chart?” He asked.
“Yes, for a pro/con list,” she shrugged and he laughed.
“Forever practical, Miss Granger,” He said and she smiled at him.
“Notice which side is longer?” She asked.
“Yes, I do,” he smiled as he read the lists. “Let’s speak with her this afternoon. After lunch.”
Hermione stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned upwards for a kiss but instead he grabbed her waist and lifted her to sit on his desk. He fit himself between her thighs as she opened her legs to accommodate him and he nipped at her lip before engaging her in a deep and passionate kiss.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
“Good afternoon, Severus,” McGonagall began as Severus Snape sat down beside her at the staff table for lunch. “I hope your week is beginning on a bright note,” she said.
“Yes, thank you,” he said casually as he helped himself to some cheese and fruit from the platter. “I’ve been hoping to speak with you,” he said.
“Is everything alright?” Her brows furrowed with concern.
“Yes. Absolutely. Can you recall our previous conversations about splitting my position?” He took a sip from his glass as she looked at him in surprise.
“Of course,” she said as she replaced her silverware on the plate. “You have adamantly expressed your feelings against it.”
“Yes, well, I believe I have accepted that your assessment of its necessity is true. It would be ideal to move forward in this way,” he said.
Minerva kept her composure as surprise and confusion overtook her. “I believe,” she finally said, “that a major reason you have been so opposed is for lack of a suitable person.”
“Precisely,” He said.
Minerva watched him carefully. Severus took a bite from his plate and waited. She cleared her throat before she spoke.
“Would it be wrong of me to presume that this has been prompted by your relationship with Miss Granger?”
Severus was taken aback by her blunt statement, but he hid it well. He spread some butter on a piece of toast.
“You are not wrong. I enjoy her company and there is no need to discuss her aptitude.” He took a deep breath. “She is the only person I’ve ever brewed alongside with in my private lab.”
Minerva looked around nervously. Dropping her voice, she leaned closer to Severus. “Would it be surprising to you if I said it seems that you two have a bit more going on than a working relationship?”
Severus bit his toast and shook his head. Minerva sighed and hung her head slightly.
“Can we discuss this tonight,” he began, “all three of us.”
Minerva rubbed her temple. “Yes. That is wise. 8 pm. My office.”
Severus nodded as he took a second bite. Glancing at Hermione, he smiled and watched her momentarily. After she got up from her place and began walking towards Gryffindor toward, Snape left the table and exited through the staff door. He quickly took the long hallways towards the main entranceway and caught up to her. He swiftly fell into step beside her.
“8 o’clock,” he said as they walked. “She’s expecting us.”
Hermione nodded and the two parted ways.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Hermione was pacing the hall before the Headmistress’ office long before the hour struck 8. She wrung her hands together as she walked the length of the hall, trying to look as casual as possible. When Severus rounded the corner into the hallway, she had to fight to stand before him rather than collapse into his arms with relief. He walked towards her and the two stood a hairsbreadth apart.
“Are you alright? You look like a nervous wreck,” he asked, surveying her up and down.
“I am a nervous wreck. I have no idea what I’m going to say.” She tossed her hand up with frustration and indignation. Severus caught the flailing wrist with his hand.
“She already knows quite a bit. Follow my lead. It will be fine,” he said. When she nodded in nervous acknowledgement he spoke the password and they entered the office.
Severus and Hermione sat opposite the grand desk where the Hogwarts Headmistress sat. Her face was more stern than times when Hermione had been called to her office before, but she could understand why this time was different. She cracked a weak smile and willed her nerves to leave as Minerva spoke:
“So it appears to me that you and Professor Snape have discussed at length the notion that the pair of you should split his position,” she spoke directly to Hermione, “and work together.”
Hermione swallowed as the elder witch stared at her. “Well not necessarily split it...” Hermione began. “But share responsibilities, yes, while Severus serves as Head of Slytherin House and Head Potion’s Master.” Hermione licked her lips to wet them.
Minerva leaned back in her chair and pursed her lips slightly at her casual use of his first name, but she said nothing as she folded her arms across her chest. “I have told Professor Snape several times over the years that he should take on an adjunct faculty member and train him or her for Potion’s Mastery. He has always denied. Why has he changed his mind now?” Her gaze was not unkind, but Hermione could feel the heat of her glare as she waited for a response.
“Minerva, I can...” Severus began but was quickly cut off when her gaze swiftly cut to him.
“Professor, please, I would like to hear from Miss Granger. I think I already know quite well how you feel,” she snapped and turned her attention back to Hermione. Severus was taken aback, but steadied himself.
“I think at this point,” Hermione said, “several important things have changed. Professor Snape is finally able to live his life in a way that befits the life he’d like to have. I know he has reckoned with his past and wants to enjoy the parts of his life he had not been able to before.” Her voice was quiet, but strong. Severus wanted to reach out and touch her, but he resisted. “And our relationship has developed to a point where studying potions under him and working together would be mutually beneficial and...enjoyable.” She smiled slightly.
“And I,” she continued, more loudly when no one spoke, “have always enjoyed brewing and would like to achieve mastery in Potion’s so that I can contribute to this world.”
Minerva glanced at Severus. He crossed his foot over his knee and, after already being quieted once, waited for the Headmistress to speak. Hermione took a steadying breath.
“I see no reason to deny this request,” McGonagall said. “As surprising as it is, it is clear that you both work well together. Considering I have never heard you entertain the idea of working with anyone,” she gestured at Snape, “I see no reason why it shouldn’t be Hermione.”
“Minerva, there is the other thing,” Snape said as he eyed her carefully. He sat back in his chair and ignored Hermione’s worried glance.
“Yes?” The Headmistress prompted.
“I must be transparent with you. While I was healing from Nagini’s bite, Hermione took care of me.” He glanced in her direction. “And her care has changed me in many ways. She has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Hermione could see that his hand was shaking slightly but she resisted the urge to reach out and calm him. She bit her lip and looked at her own hands in her lap. Minerva watched the pair before her. They both looked terribly uncomfortable, although Snape was doing a decent job of hiding it.
“Severus” she said, “I have known you many years and I’ve never heard you refer to any person, let alone a student, as a good thing to happen to you. I was surprised to hear that Hermione was caring for you and then that you two enjoyed spending time together. I was even more surprised when you began giving her independent lessons here. But I also wasn’t completely surprised when I sat down to think about it.”
Hermione furrowed her brow slightly and chanced a sideways glance at Severus. He spoke calmly.
“Please understand that this is difficult for me to talk about, Minerva. I am a private man.” She gave him a sympathetic nod. “What has transpired between myself and Hermione has been nothing short of...”
“Inspiring,” Minerva finished. “Unconventional yes, but I understand. Severus there is nothing more I’ve ever wanted then happiness for you.” She turned to her fellow Gryffindor. “And Hermione, you know I love you as if you were my own daughter. If you are also happy in this arrangement than I can see no reason to attest.” Hermione smiled broadly at her words.
“Carry on as you wish,” Minerva continued. “Hermione, I will have paperwork drawn up for your employment and will need to unenroll you as a student. Needless to say, I will be dropping you from your traditional Potion’s class immediately,” she explained as she picked up a quill to jot a note to herself.
“And her living arrangements,” Snape interjected. “I would like for Miss Granger to stay with me.” McGonagall shot a surprised glance at Hermione and let her quill fall back on the desk.
“We’ve discussed it, Headmistress,” Hermione reassured, “at length.”
“You two are just full of surprises,” she said dryly. “I’m sorry but I’m not sure that living together is appropriate…”
“Minerva,” he said through gritted teeth. His tone was heavy and reminded Hermione of a judge dropping his mallet to silence a courtroom. His voice conveyed the weight of his repressed emotion. When he said her name it was both a plea and a demand; the voice of a tired man who simply wanted the conversation to end.
“Very well,” she conceded. “If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that the world is not made better by restricting love.”
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