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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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The headmaster was behaving like a starved lion as he paced in his quarters. A combination of anger and anxiety was evident in the scowl that made his face look older. It was nearly ten at night and she still hadn’t turned up. She was at supper, but they hadn’t spoken. He had assumed she would find her way to him shortly after.

Severus willed himself to sit down in his chair by the fire. Opening his book for the umpteenth time that night, he tried to read but the incessant bouncing of his leg made it difficult to do so. Severus turned the page and felt the lanky soft body of his new roommate rub against his legs. He tried to shoo the half-kneazle away with the ball of his foot, but the needy thing came right back to vie for his attention.

“It is not my job to feed you, Omni,” he said coldly to the animal as his inadvertent flat mate looked up at him with large, begging eyes.

“Enough,” he grumbled, but the persistent cat did not leave. Finally, Severus caved and pointed his wand at the cats food and levitated it to fill the dish. The cat thanked him once with a generous rub again Severus’ shins before scampering off to feast.

Rapid, heavy footfalls could be heard on the staircase and Severus breathed a sigh of relief, although his frustration was still high. The door swung open and Hermione entered with the handle of a small trunk in her hands.

“Severus!” She bellowed as she entered and let the trunk hastily fall onto the couch. She went to him immediately and wrapped her arms around his neck to plant a chaste kiss on his lip, but was remised when he didn’t reciprocate. She stood before him with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Where in the bloody hell have you been? I have been waiting for you and your pet was starved,” his voice was low and held a slight edge. He didn’t yell or sound particularly angry, but it was clear that he was put off, and perhaps a bit concerned.

She left the headmaster’s side and went to scratch Omni’s ear as he ate. “I’m sorry, Severus, but there has been a change of plans.”

He stood abruptly at her words and tossed the book he’d been trying to read to the ground. “Plans? What plans?” His voice was slightly shaky now.

“I need to go,” she said, gesturing toward the trunk. “You know how Harry and I always go to Godric’s Hollow around Christmas to visit his parents’ grave? Well, we were planning to go next weekend, actually on Christmas, but now Harry is  having dinner with David’s family.”

Severus stared at her blankly. “I don’t understand the problem.”

Hermione sighed before explaining again. “I was supposed to go to Godric’s Hollow with Harry next weekend, but instead of going on Christmas we are going tonight,” she emphasized the words at the end of her sentence. “Harry is having Christmas dinner with his boyfriend, David, and David’s family.”

“Do you need to go tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve just said,” Hermione seemed a bit exasperated as she passed him to go into the bedroom. He heard her then go into the bathroom and then returned to open the armoire before re-emerging in the sitting room. She had her toothbrush in one hand and pajamas in the other. Hermione pointed her wand at her trunk and it sprung open, revealing a few articles of clothing and two books. She shoved the new items inside and shut the lid.

Severus sat back in his chair. He knew quite well that the anger welling inside him was a bit irrational, but it was intensifying none the less. He stared at a spot on the wall to try and maintain his simmer.

“I’ll see you in a couple days,” she said as she picked up the trunk. He did not reply or make any move to look at her. Sighing, she went to him. “Severus, don’t be like this. You know Harry is like-”

“-like family to you. I’m aware,” he interrupted.

“You’re being very unfair, I hope you know that,” she spat.

“Unfair? How am I being unfair?” He finally looked up into her face. “It was you who gave me a blow job in the middle of the potions classroom and told me you’d be in my bed tonight.  That was only a few hours ago, Hermione.”

“I only did that because you asked for it!” She yelled at him. She sounded petulant. Severus ground his teeth and stood in front of her. His glare felt like ice as Hermione regretted her words. She felt small as she willed him to speak, even though she was afraid of what he might say.

He licked his lips to moisten his mouth before speaking in a monotone voice just barely above a whisper. The edge in it was sharp. “I said that I wanted more.”

“Severus, I didn’t mean it like-“

“Please, just go.  I’ll look after your animal,” he interrupted dismissively as he set back down. Hermione made no move to leave. She wanted to come closer to him but the tension between them felt like a force field.

“Hermione, I’m asking you to leave.”  His voice was menacingly calm.  Hermione looked as if she was going to cry, but he didn’t quite care.   She looked nearly as distraught as he already felt.

Hermione blinked back the tears that threatened to escape her eyes. Unsure of what to do next, she purses her lips and felt her frustration combining with sadness. She  captured his attention when she lifted her sleeve slightly to expose her wrist and forearm. Hastily pulling the green ribbon that secured the shell he’d given her to her wrist, she tossed the gift into his lap. There was sadness and disbelief in his eyes as he picked it up. Hermione sniffled before she finally pulled herself away and quickly picked up her trunk. She left without so much as a backwards glance in his direction, and he was fairly certain that was because she was crying.

Severus remained in his chair once the door slammed shut and her hurried footsteps had gone from the staircase. He sat in the emptiness alongside the cracking fire for what felt like a very long time before accioing his bottle of firewhiskey and a tumbler. The items moved through the air and he grabbed them; filling the glass with whiskey and placing the bottle on the floor. He chilled the glass magically and inhaled the musky aroma before taking a deep swig. In the opposite hand, he rubbed the smooth shell with his thumb as if it were a worry stone. Severus grumbled when a furry, lanky body jumped into his lap. He tried to push Omni away, but the creature resisted.

“Enough,” he spat. “I want to be alone.”

Omni’s big eyes looked up at him with understanding, and the half-kneazle rubbed against his hand to nudge the returned gift in a gesture of understanding before hopping down from the chair and prancing through the open door to the bedroom.

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When Hermione met Harry at the pub near the inn in Godric’s Hollow for a quick bite and a drink, she wasn’t sure if she should tell him what had transpired. Truthfully, she didn’t want to talk about it, but she was struggling to hide the emotion from her face.  After all, explaining why she was upset would mean she’d need to reveal to Harry that she’d been sleeping with Snape each night.

They sat at the bar and ordered a pint and some chips to share.  Harry took a sip and eyed his friend carefully.

“Hermione, is everything alright?”

“Yes, why do you ask?” Hermione took a sip of her own drink before helping herself to a chip.

“You‘ve just been a little quiet. I apologize that I changed our plans last minute. I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience to you,” he said.

“Oh Harry, no it is fine. Truthfully,” she replied sweetly. “I’m just a bit tired I think.”

Harry nodded in reply and drained the remains of his beer. They sat in companionable quiet for some time, and made common small talk that was irritating to Harry. This was never how she acted when they were alone.. Hermione was keeping something from him and he knew precisely what it was.

After they paid their tab they bundled up and walked towards the inn. Hermione barely lifted her gaze from the ground. Needing to break the uncomfortable tension, Harry  picked up a ball of snow and chucked it at her, eliciting a screech and harsh glare, followed by the sweet sound of Hermione’s soft chuckle.

“Harry, stop that,” she said with a small smile, “it’s freezing.”

“There’s a happier face,” he beamed. “Hermione, I have known you long and well enough to know that something is wrong. Please tell me.”

Hermione sighed. “I’d like for this to stay between you and me.”

“Does this have something to do with the fact that you’ve been spending your nights with Snape and now he’s pissed off that you left?”  Harry said.

Hermione stopped in her tracks at his words, but Harry continued to walk a while, chuckling to himself before looking back over his shoulder at her. Finally, he circled back to Hermione.

“Hermione trust me, he’ll be fine,” Harry said as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“How did you know?”

Harry sighed. “The Marauder’s map. When I came to work at Hogwarts, Snape said I could bring it with me but only if I erased his chambers so that I couldn’t watch him.”

Hermione stared at him for a long moment, unsure of what that meant. Suddenly, realization dawned on her face.

“So when you asked me where I’d been the other night and I said I hadn’t left the castle, you knew,” she said in understanding. Harry nodded and tenderly rubbed her shoulders before speaking  again.

“Snape is a complicated man. He’s a good man, but he is still lost in many ways. He doesn’t know the first thing to do when it comes to emotions or relationships-“

“Relationships!” Hermione flailed her arms and stepped away. “Who said this has anything to do with relationships! He has no right to give me a difficult time for making my own decision about coming here with you tonight.”

“I’m not saying he has the right to give you a hard time. What I’m saying is that he has no idea how to deal with the vulnerability he feels. Actually, I  think his vulnerability would be the last thing he’d ever be willing to acknowledge,” Harry explained.

“I think I made a mistake,” Hermione began. “Not in leaving him tonight, but maybe in how I left him.”

Harry nodded, but did not pry. “He needs to learn that just because he may be disappointed or upset by something it doesn’t mean love has left.”

“Love? Harry that’s a bold statement,” she said with a raised eye brow.

“Yes, I’m aware,” he said with a smile. “Let’s get inside now, it’s bloody freezing.”
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