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Patience on Sunday	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14135 -:- 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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Hermione relished in the comfort she felt curled up on his sofa. She was covered by a cozy blanket that looked handmade. Omni had not given any inclination that he planned to relocate from Severus’ reading chair. It was getting late, and she was getting tired, but she didn’t dare move. She was content.

“Severus your handwriting is something else, you know that? I’ve never known another person with such a distinctive scrawl,” she said. Hermione was holding a potions book at an odd angle, trying to decipher his notes in the margins.

Severus turned the page in his own book, but he wasn’t really reading. He could give a lecture on the text if need be already. He was watching her, but he was sure she didn’t realize it.

“You can borrow it, if you’d like,” he said casually.

Hermione furrowed her brow and held the book down to look at him. “Borrow what? Your handwriting?”

Severus laughed. “No, of course not. I meant the book.”

“Thank you,” she replied sweetly and a smile played at the corner of his lips. Severus continued his fake reading.

Hermione was watching him now, however. She liked the casual way about him when he wasn’t wearing his formal clothes. His shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and his sock clad feet rested on the coffee table. In the past, she imagined that he stayed buttoned up all the time, but now she realized how ridiculous that was.

Hermione was beginning to dread the idea of going home. As she drunk in the sight of him, she pushed the thought of going to bed alone aside. Omni always did a decent job of keeping her warm, but she imagined he’d do much better.

“If you’d like to take a picture, Professor Granger...”

Hermione jumped at his words and tried to make it appear that she’d been reading in her book. He smirked as she hid behind the old leather-bound binding.

A few moments later, she plucked a foil bookmark from the table and nuzzled it between the pages before placing the book in her lap. “It’s late, Omni and I should go,” she said reluctantly.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he replied cooly. Once again, he was watching her from the corner of his eye but it appeared to her as if his attention was on his reading. Was that nervousness flitting across her face?

“I beg your...”

Severus closed his book abruptly and faced her. “Hermione, just a few hours ago, you told me not to ask you to leave. I don’t understand what you want.”

Frustration was mixed into his sincerity and Hermione suddenly realized that she didn’t want any of this to be so complicated. She would be blunt.

“Well,” she began, “I didn’t want you to ask me to leave then.” She exaggerated the syllables at the end of her sentence.

“And you want me to ask you to leave now?” Severus asked.

“No. No, I don’t want you to. I just assumed I should leave soon since it’s late and tomorrow will be a busy day. I always try to go to bed a little earlier when I am scheduled for rounds the following day.” She clumsily attempted to follow his lead but ultimately she hadn’t the slightest idea where he was going with this. Severus rapped his fingertips against his thigh while he focused on a spot on the floor.

“If you want to stay here with me,” he said carefully while he made himself look into her eyes, “tell me.”

Hermione felt her jaw drop open at his words. She stared into his dark eyes, unsure of the appropriate response. His eyes seemed tired, but she didn’t think sleep was the reason why. She suddenly felt extremely uncertain of herself, but it was plain that he was uncertain of himself, too.

Hermione took a deep breath before nodding her head in response. “I want to stay with you.”

In that moment, Severus realized that he had no idea how to react. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t know where to look. One part of him was content with a curt nod and resuming their reading, while another part wanted to take her into his arms and straight to his bed.

“Good,” he replied curtly once he finally worked out what to do. “Then it’s a good thing you are already in pajamas.”

Hermione laughed at his comment. She loved the unexpected ways he was able to suck the tension out of the room. However, it came back just as quickly as it left and soon they were both looking around with uncertainty.

“Come here,” he said, his voice slightly huskier than it had been moments before. Hermione shifted her feet beneath her to lean against him while his outstretched arm snaked behind her back. As her head rested against his shoulder, his fingertips lightly brushed against her rib cage in soft, wavelike motions. She felt small curled up in his wing and decided she liked the way he enveloped her in the best possible way. She felt safe and his familiar scent lulled her into a state of relaxation. Before long Hermione felt herself struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Sever-us,” she moaned sleepily against his chest, “I’m going to fall asleep on the sofa again.”

He continued rubbing her side. Untangling himself from her, they both sat side by side on the sofa. He looked around nervously. “I can stay here if you’d like.”

Hermione resisted the urge to swat him. “Nonsense,” she said with irritation. “I...I’d like for you to come and...be close to me.”

Severus hid the joy that was skyrocketing within him like it was a secret air mission. He couldn’t hide it all, however, and he brushed her hair back from her face before kissing her lips with a tenderness Hermione had never experienced before. Even though the kiss was short, it left her hungry for more.

Omni looked up briefly from his place by the fire as Hermione followed Severus into the bedroom. They stood on opposite sides of the large four poster bed and turned down the sheets without speaking. Hermione, and her Christmas pajamas, slid into bed first.

Severus went to his wardrobe and produced a pair of grey cotton sleep pants. He gathered a fresh T-shirt and briefs as well before going into the bathroom to change. When he returned, Hermione lifted the blanket to beckon him into bed beside her.

Hermione slid close to him. Severus’ arm snaked beneath her neck and wrapped around her body to accept her into his fold. Within moments, they were flush against one another and Hermione’s head rested on his shoulder.

She yawned. “This is nice,” she said quietly and he nodded while he rubbed her arm with his hand.

The room was dark and Hermione felt like her diminished sense of sight was amplifying the others. His comforting and familiar scent relaxed her. The way he held her in his arms made her feel safe. The bare skin of his arm was soft against her. She realized she could certainly get used to not sleeping alone.

The way her body was molded against his made her feel a bit brazen. As she closed her eyes and let his presence envelop her, she rocked her hips and pressed ever so slightly against the bulge in his pants.

He said nothing, but the second time she did it, she felt the bulge grow a little bit bigger. This time he growled at her.

“Hermione,” he said in warning, but she liked the desperate quality to his voice rather than fearing it. She did it once more and this time he grabbed her hip firmly to still her.

“Don’t become trouble, Ms. Granger,” he scolded.

“Trouble?” Her voice was innocent “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re-”

The arm that was wrapped around her slid down her back. He squeezed her arse menacingly before he allowed his hand to rest on the curve of her hip. She stopped speaking immediately and was surprised to find that he reciprocated her contact.

“Goodnight, Professor,” he said softly as his fingers brushed the dimples at the small of her back.

“Goodnight?” The word was a question.

“Yes, I am exhausted. It is time to sleep,” his voice was quiet.

Hermione concealed the slight sting of disappointment she was frustrated to feel. She reminded herself gently that there was still no place she’d rather be before nodding against his shoulder.

“Goodnight,” she replied sweetly.

Severus shifted beneath her slightly and within a moment his lips had found hers. The soft kiss spread and deepened as his tongue found its way into her mouth. She caved easily to his will and quickly this kiss in the darkness made her feel more breathless than she could ever remember feeling. Her chest heaved slightly as she tried to catch her breath.

He slowed the momentum with a few soft pecks against her lips. He wanted to tell her something, but he resisted. Instead, he inhaled the scent of her and tucked her head back into the crook of his arm. He gave her one last kiss on her temple and Hermione accepted that this moment may very well be the best she’d felt in a very long time. As their heartbeats fell into rhythm and their breathing slowed, both drifted swiftly into a state of deep and satisfying sleep.
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