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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: A happy little ending. I think.

“We could do it, you know,” she said.

            “Why ruin what we have?” he asked and pulled her back closer against his body. Severus kept an arm draped over her waist as he let his lips plant slow and sloppy kisses against the back of her neck. He loved the way she responded; wriggling in kind, trying to feel more of his lips against her skin.

            “It has been ten years…” she muttered with a sigh. His lips felt delicious and she never tired of feeling his kisses; not even when she was so tired after they’d finished and his gentle caresses were keeping her from slumber— even then she loved the feel of his lips against her skin.

            “Eleven…” he muttered.

            Hermione closed her eyes and smiled. “All the more reason.” She cherished their pillow talk. It had taken years to establish it. But he’d finally come to terms with it and when it was apparent that she was never going to leave he fell into a more comfortable rhythm. It had been difficult at first; beyond that first summer when he’d tried to end it for her own good, stating that she needed to pursue higher things, better things and tried thrice to throw her out. He thought he’d succeeded when she’d stormed out one night and did not return for nearly a fortnight. But when she had returned he was gob-struck as she’d returned not only to his bed with more fervor and passion than before but as the newest apprentice of the Hogwarts’ faculty.

            His voice disturbed her thoughts. “We made rules, Hermione…”

            She sighed and shifted from against his chest until she was laying on her back gazing up at him. “And how many of those rules have we broken along the way?” She hadn’t even bothered counting it had been so long and as the years had marched on the rules had dissolved. She wasn’t angry; she simply needed to state what she felt.

            His response was low but even. “I don’t know.”

            It had started out with one innocent mistake. A night she would never forget and one she was certain he would never forget. And it had spiraled wildly out of control from there. The observing, the partaking, the satisfying of urges, and then the night when she slept over. Hermione had lost track over the years exactly when they melded into a comfortable relationship.

            Severus had even tried to reinstate the rules once just after she’d been hired. He’d demanded that they only meet a handful of nights during the week, that they stop sleeping over, no public displays of affection, etc. Every rule back in place as it once had been. But after just three nights of waking up alone he gave in when she refused to leave his bed. It had been useless. She had broken him once and he still hadn’t recovered.

            “We practically live with each other…” she muttered and leaned her lips up to catch his.

            “You still have your rooms…” he said.

            “Yes because you insist I keep them here. We spend the summers at your home in that wonderful bed…”

            “I insist you keep them so that we don’t let on…” his voice trailed off and he sighed.

            “Severus, we’ve held hands at more than one public event, last Christmas Minerva caught us kissing under the mistletoe,” she reminded him. “Not a day nor night goes by where we aren’t at it…and I’ve cooked you Christmas dinner for the last six years—”

            “Seven,” he corrected her.

            Hermione smiled. “We’ve broken every bloody rule so long ago…and technically this one wasn’t even an actual rule—”

            “It was implied with the no romantic entanglements bit.”

            “We’re far past that, Severus.”

            He remained quiet for a moment and then he let out a long slow sigh. “You really want this.”

            “I’m not too old to wear white,” she smirked a bit, “Sir.”

            “Hermione,” he snapped and then kissed her forehead. It was true, eleven years after that one round on night patrol and he had lost himself to a know-it-all Gryffindor. He pulled her close, letting her head rest against his chest. “If marriage is truly what you want…I shall make arrangements come the morning.”

            Hermione lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue snake into her mouth and held her close. It was impossible to imagine his life without her. A loud bang startled them both and they pulled apart from each other. Shouting could be heard along with muffled cries.

            “You’re stepping on my foot!” a voice hissed.

            “That’s my arm! Move over!” another shouted.

            “I told you trying to all floo at once was a terrible idea!”

            Severus narrowed his eyes and then stood from the bed. He wrapped his robe around him and stormed out of their bedroom into the sitting room. The fireplace was aglow with bright green flames and it appeared as if several of his fellow colleagues were stuck in his hearth. He scowled and picked up the poker half ready to jab at whoever was closet to exiting. “What in Merlin’s Beard is the meaning of this?”

            “Someone dropped the ‘M’ word,” Poppy Pomphrey said, poking her head out from near the back of the shuffle of people.

            With some squeezing and fussing Filius Flitwick tumbled forth covered in ash. He gazed up at Severus and then jumped up to his feet. “Who proposed— you or Professor Granger?”

            Minerva managed to push her way through and was standing in his sitting room followed by the rest of the faculty. “Settle down, settle down, all bets can be collected on in a moment.”

            “Bets?” Severus sneered.

            “It’s what they do to keep themselves entertained…” Hermione said appearing in the doorway to their bedroom wrapped only in a sheet.

            Severus’ eyes nearly fell out of his head as he turned to face her. But before he could move to block her from their view Sybil Trelawney shrieked.

            “How could my inner eye not have divined that this was actually true?” she began to sob. “How could he harbor feelings for anyone other than me?”

            Several of their colleagues chuckled, Albus turned to aid the Divinations professor back through the floo. Severus stood with an angry expression etched on his features. “Someone better explain what the devil is going on before I hex every last one of you.”

            Hermione stepped forward and put one arm around his waist, the other just barely holding her sheet over her body. “It was a mutual decision, nobody asked anybody, there is no ring yet, it’s been going on for eleven years, and as you nosy busy-bodies heard, he’ll make arrangements in the morning now if you don’t mind…” without waiting for a response from her colleagues Hermione pressed up on her toes and kissed Severus.

            He was taken by surprise at her wanton public display as she arched against his body and lifted one leg up to rub against his side.

            “Oh my,” Minerva said, “Well, we shall settle out these…erm…bets…let’s go, everyone. Clearly they wish to be left alone.” The sound of quickly shuffling feet and igniting flames in the floo echoed around the room for a moment but after that silence reigned.

            She pulled back from their kiss with a bit of an apologetic look on her face. “They’ve been wagering on it for months, I’ve played dumb. But that’s not why I want to marry you,” she said.

            Severus said nothing. He bent his knees and in one fell swoop scooped her up into his arms, sheet and all, and carried her back into their bedroom. “If you are going to be Mrs. Severus Snape you will never parade yourself in front of our colleagues in a sheet again,” he said and dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed.

            Hermione gazed up at him with a slight smile. “Yes, sir.”

            Hours of love making ensued. And as she was drifting off to sleep in his arms he whispered against her ear. “Is this love we’re in?”

            “Yes,” she said and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

            “And you really want to marry me?” he asked.

            “I do.” She said. There was a brief pause before she added, “And are you in love? Do you really want to marry me?”

            Severus was quiet for many moments. He pressed his lips against her ear. “I fell in love long before I was ready to admit it. And want to marry you if it means I’ll never have to try to throw you out again. If it means I will always have you, then yes, I want to marry the girl who broke me, I want to marry you.”

            “You will always have me,” she smiled and kissed him once more before settling into sleep.

Fin

Fin

Thank you for riding this one out, folks. xoxo
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