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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
- 13
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Severus Snape had not realized he’d be adopting an animal, but secretly he didn’t mind that Omni had not left his quarters in nearly a week. Hermione made sure that the thing was fed and cared for, so there was little he needed to do other than pet it from time to time. He was slightly remised that he’d basically given up his fireside reading chair at this point, but thankfully he currently had plenty of distraction from that.

Hermione retired to his chambers every evening that week after her duties were met and she woke up alongside him each morning. There wasn’t ever a discussion about this arrangement, but they had fallen into an easy pattern of keeping each other company. Along with bringing the necessities for her cat, a few of her things were starting to turn up here and there. A set of her teaching robes and yesterday’s pajamas currently occupied his armoire.

He woke before her on this cold Friday morning. Friday was Board of Directors meeting day, which was less than his favorite thing to do and always made it difficult to be glad it was the end of the week.

When he sat up and began to stretch, Omni stirred at the foot of the bed and went off in search of a snack. Hermione was snoring quietly and looked as if she’d been sleeping for a week straight. He uncovered her face from beneath a mound of riotous curls and swept them back in order to kiss her.

He carefully climbed out of bed so as not to wake her and went to the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush from the stand and began to brush. He had always cleaned his teeth magically before, but when she brought her brush and toothpaste he was reminded of how refreshing spearmint toothpaste was. Hermione transfigured an old comb so that he could brush his teeth the muggle way, which he hadn’t done in years.

Severus undressed and stepped into the shower. Steam quickly filled the room and he washed his hair and body as he did every morning. Closing his eyes, he thought idly about the sleeping woman in his bed. He was certain there had never been a time in his life when he’d woken up as rested and contented as he had over the past week.

Each evening she fell asleep in his arms. The rhythmic sounds of her breathing lulled him into peaceful rest each time. They usually kissed first, which he enjoyed quite a lot. When they cuddled, she always managed to attach herself to him at every crux. It was as if she refused to let anything get between them.

A few times she’d punctuated their kissing with a slight rocking of her hips. He never initiated it, but he did reciprocate. Her movements were subtle, but absolutely deliberate. He knew because she never missed her mark.

He’d never want to admit it, but she turned him on whenever she changed into her little pajama sets and settled down beside him. He found her irresistible; sexy and sweet all at once. When they were both in bed, and she attached herself to him like a leech, it was difficult to not be distracted. Whenever he felt her body again his it was as if she was fanning the flames of an already rapidly-burning fire. He’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t thought about seeing and feeling more of her, especially when her delicious little hips moved against him in such a provocative way.

He let his mind wander back to last night, when they were kissing in bed. Hermione had slid her thigh between his legs and pressed her body against his bulge, and he was certain she felt it. She rubbed herself against him without any hint of shyness or restraint, and he had to grit his teeth in order to keep from coming in his pants.

Severus groaned with mild frustration as he lathered in the shower and felt his member stirring as he thought about her. His soapy hand made their way through the dark pubic hair that framed his growing shaft. He took it in his hand and leaned against the tiled wall.

Severus stroked himself earnestly as he imagined her naked. He imagined her climbing into his lap and straddling him while he drank in the sight of her. His imagination had no trouble filling in the blanks. He imagined the bouncing curves of her breasts, the way her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, and the soft plane of her stomach. He thought about how incredible it would feel to bury his cock deep inside her needy little body. He stroked himself eagerly and the thought was enough to send him over the edge.

He bit his cheek to keep from making sounds. Pleasure pulsed through him at rapid measure and the thought of spilling his seed inside her made him lose his head. He felt warmth spreading through his entire body and the urge to come was quickly closing in on him.

A gust of cool air filled the steamy bathroom as there door swung open. He held his breath and froze with his throbbing cock still in his hand.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly and he heard her turn on the faucet to brush her teeth.

He took a steadying breath and wished his cock would wilt. “Morning.”

She finished brushing and spat into the sink. Severus thought about his board meeting intensely, and was relieved when his horny cock decided to come down.

“I was wondering if you had plans for the weekend,” she said through the steamed glass door between them.

He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. Why?”

Hermione put her hand on her hip; surprised by his quip. “I was wondering if I could still spend the night.”

He furrowed his brow momentarily. “What? Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I wasn’t sure”-

“Of course you can still spend the night. Frankly, I’m relieved that you still want to,” he interrupted. A smile bloomed across Hermione’s face and she was grateful for the steamy glass between them.

“Alright, well,” she began, “are you almost finished then? You’ve been a while and I need to shower, too.”

“Yes, I’ll be right out,” he said quickly and Hermione went to make the bed.

Severus leaned back against the wall, relieved to have a moment to collect himself and that she hadn’t seen before woefully leaving the shower.

SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG

Once the Governor’s meet adjourned, Severus sat at his desk shuffling parchment. He was relieved that this meeting had been fairly short and tolerable, and he was glad that Harry didn’t speak except to give his weekly security update.

He looked at the time and realized that Hermione was midway through Potions Class with the seventh years; her final class of the day. He fought the urge to seek her out, but ultimately his lack of patience consumed him. He put away his work and made his way towards her classroom.

The headmaster’s trademark discontented expression was plastered on his face as he made his way through the halls. Sometimes he put on that mask just to maintain some of his edge, but today it felt a little more genuine. He chastised himself for the fact that he hadn’t even been able to make it through one meeting and some paperwork without being distracted by her. It had been less that six hours since he’d last seen her in his bathroom and he was already feening for her.

His body was tense and he was mildly annoyed that she had interrupted him in the shower. Merlin knows he needed the release he sought but had not achieved. He was a man and not dead yet, but this morning had been the first time in years that he’d fantasized about anyone particular while touching himself. Typically the act was something that he engaged in just to keep the system working, or to help him fall asleep at night.

When he reached the potions class he waited outside the door as the students filed out. Several students nodded in acknowledgment of his presence, and a few others quickly diverted their eye contact so as not to have to acknowledge him. He didn’t care what they did or didn’t do as long as they left quickly. Once the hallways was clear, he entered.

“Mr. O’Malley, you forgot your book again-,” Hermione began as she glanced over her shoulder to gesture to one of the desks. “Oh, Headmaster! I wasn’t expecting you. I assumed you were a student. How was your meeting with the board?” She placed her wand down on her desk and leaned against the varnished wood.

“It was fine, thank you,” he began as he walked slowly towards the front of the room. He stopped inches from her face and said nothing. He liked the way her chest heaved slightly from his proximity.

“I need to tell you something.” His face was close to hers. “I doubt it’s particularly proper, but it’s so bloody distracting.” His voice was husky as he spoke, and the slight hint of frustration laced into it was not lost on her.

“Is everything alright?” She furrowed her brow slightly and he replied with a gesture that indicated he wasn’t quite sure.

Taking a steadying breath first, he combed his fingers into her hair. Hermione’s knees went weak and she melted into his hands at the contact. He massages her scalp gently and waited to speak again until she looked like putty in his hand.

“It has been wonderful having you in my bed at night,” he said carefully and the relaxed expression dropped from her face. His words were making her nervous.

“I have slept better with you than I have in years. And I think you have, too, judging by the fact that you haven’t needed the sleeping potion as much,” he continued.

“Severus I’m not sure if you’re suggesting that I stop staying or-”

“Stop! No that’s not what I’m trying to suggest at all.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “What I’m trying to say in a very inarticulate way is that,” he swallowed and let his hand fall to the curve of her arse, “I am in desperate need of more.” He punctuated the sentence with a light squeeze.

Hermione nearly laughed out loud. “Bloody hell, Severus. Why are you making it sound like a bad thing?”

Hermione decided to be bold in that moment, since clearly he was struggling and she found the sincerity of it sweet and amusing.

“Surely the way I move my hips against yours while we’re kissing in bed would give you a clear indication of what I want,” she said as she pressed her hips forward against the placket of his trousers. He groaned at the brazen contact.

She swiveled her hips slightly as his eyes closed and rolled back. “Surely you know I want more than just that?” Her voice was lower this time; more sultry. It coated him like wax.

She grabbed the waistband of his trousers and turned him around so he could lean against her desk. She fumbled with the button at his fly momentarily before dropping to her knees. She shimmied his trousers down so they hung off his hips and drank in the sight of his growing bulge. She kissed it through the soft cotton fabric of his briefs.

“Hermione,” he groaned through gritted teeth. The sound, she knew, was a warning for her to stop that she would blissfully ignore. She hooked her fingers beneath the elastic waistband and began sliding his briefs down.

Hermione heard the door lock and smirked. She was always impressed by how tactfully he could control his wandless magic, especially while under the distraction she was providing.

He groaned and placed his hand on the back of her head as she kissed the dark thatch if pubic hair she was slowly revealing as she pushed down his pants. She enjoyed the musty scent of him and the sounds he made when her wet kisses got closer to his shaft. He thought he’d come right then when she moaned against his skin.

When his cock sprang free, Hermione groaned at how delicious it looked. She had felt the bulge through his clothing several times, but seeing it up close was entirely different. Never before had she given much though to the aesthetic appeal of a cock, but she thought he was divine. It was long and thick and curved at a slight angle which she imagined would feel incredible buried inside her body.

She glanced a look at his face before she wrapped her hand around the base. He was watching her, but his eyes were clouded by lust. She bit her lip and he moaned at the sight before she pumped his member slowly in her fist.

Severus’ eyes rolled back into his head in an expression of tortured bliss. He seethed when her soft lips encircled the tip of his weeping cock. She slowly took each throbbing inch of him into her hungry mouth.

“Hermione,” he moaned as he brushed her hair back from her face before retaining his grip on the back of her head.

She opened her throat in order to swallow all of him before pulling her mouth back slowly. She liked the taste of him and she did it again. The next time she moved on him more eagerly and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Spurred on by his reaction to her, she sucked his strong dick harder while his hips rocked against her face. Saliva escaped from between her lips and his shaft as she bobbed up and down. Within moments he was pulling her hair and his body tensed. A strangled groan escaped him and his other hand found its way into her hair too. He held onto her firmly as warm, sticky release coated the back of her throat.

Hermione held his weeping cock in her mouth for a moment while he steadied his breath. Then, she gently pulled her lips back off of his waning shaft and tuck it into his shorts. Severus composed himself quickly and, as Hermione stood up in front of him, he stopped trying to fasten his pants in order to kiss her deeply. Hermione groaned as his gratuitous tongue snaked into her mouth.

He took a small step back as he forced himself to break away from her. His chest was still heaving slightly. He buttoned his trousers. “You’re wicked,” he said with a smirk.

“I’ll see you this evening,” she replied.
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