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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
- 15
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- 17
Severus Snape was struggling. After Hermione left on Friday evening he remained in his chair by the fire, drinking and stewing, for hours. He was so angry with her that he wasn’t sure what to do. Then, he was angry with himself for falling asleep in the chair when he woke around four in the morning with a stiff back. The rest of Saturday was spent avoiding people. He  tried to shuffle some parchment regarding which students were staying at Hogwarts through the holidays, but ultimately he didn’t get far. He returned to his chambers, early and alone, to polish off the fire whiskey that still sat on the floor beside his chair. He was surprised to find that he was glad to at least have Omni with him. The animal curled up by his feet at night and, along with the drink, helped him to get a few hours of sleep.

He didn’t know how to feel about Hermione at the present moment. He felt angry with her, but he was also lonely and hurt so he found it difficult to maintain his anger. More than anything he just wanted her to come back. The minutes ticked by slowly without her and he wasn’t sure how he’d ever been alone so much before. The bracelet that she had returned to him taunted him from the bedside table, but he refused to tuck it away somewhere.

The bedroom was cold on Sunday morning when he began to stir. The fires had burned too low and he decided he would stay beneath the duvet for as long as possible.  He regretted the fact that he was only sleeping in his briefs, but he had drank too much the last two nights to care about how cold he’d be in the morning. Bright sunlight streamed in through the window and betrayed the world with the appearance of a nice day, when in reality anyone outside would likely freeze their bollocks off. He grumbled and pulled the blanked over his head to block the light.

Hermione returned from Godric’s Hollow and immediately went to the Headmaster’s chambers. It was nearing ten in the morning and she wasn’t sure if he’d still be there or not. Typically he was fairly early to rise, and she hoped he was having a lie in.

His wards admitted her and she dropped her trunk on the sofa before walking through to the bedroom. The room was freezing and even though she didn’t see him immediately, she was relieved to see a man-shaped lump beneath the duvet. Since Severus was half asleep and wrapped in his cocoon, he didn’t hear Hermione enter.

She stood at the foot of the bed and Omni stretched his long body before sitting up to greet her. She scratched the animal behind his ear and was rewarded with a contented purr.

“Severus?” Her voice was quiet and sweet as she called him. Startled, he quickly sat up and hastily ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He let the blanket fall around his waist.

“Hermione,” he said in a tone that was heavy with sleep. “You’re back from Godric’s Hollow.”  She nodded.

His skin was light and marred by the scars that reminded everyone of the past. Hermione didn’t particularly enjoy the reminder. She couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to carry them all these years later. After all, any physical scars she had were since gone thanks to healing spells hat she had gotten early enough and he had not.

The shell and it’s green ribbon sat on his bedside table. The object caught her attention. She wanted to put it back on but obviously couldn’t just pick it up. She stared at it momentarily and he watched her.

“Did you want it back?” He asked.

“Pardon?”  Her eyes snapped back to him.

“I know it was a silly gift to begin with, but you’re staring at it like you want it back,” he explained.

“I do. I do want it back,” she said slowly. “I feel like an immature arsehole.”

“Yes, well,” he began as he picked up the bracelet. “Giving it back to me as you were already leaving was a bit unnecessary.”

He folded down the duvet on the opposite side and gestured for her to sit. Hermione toed off her shoes and quickly scampered around to join him. She slid beneath the blanket and pulled it up around her lap. Despite the fact that their bodies weren’t touching, his presence and the warmth beneath the duvet were comforting.

“I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings,” Hermione said sincerely as she looked up at him with big chestnut eyes and fidgeted with the duvet in her hands. Severus took the anxious hand and kissed her palm before tying the ribbon around her wrist. “Thank you.”

Severus smiled in acknowledgment and then sighed. “What makes me more disappointed than the fact that you left is that I cared so much,” Severus said.

“I want you to care about me,” she replied, and her confusion was evident. “I care about you quite a lot.”

He nodded in acknowledgment and rubbed her hand gently. “Do you know why I put this on a green ribbon?” He asked.

Hermione looked at him quizzically. “Well, I assumed because it’s Slytherin green. And it’s the same ribbon you used to tie the note you sent me.”

Severus used his other hand to brush back her hair and he tucked it behind her ear.  The way Hermione careened to his touch was incredibly satisfying. He would gladly pet her all day.

“When most people think of the color green, they think first about envy. To covet something or to be coveted. They think of power. And money. Greed. Some other people think of green and think of the beauty in nature and rebirth before any of those more negative connotations…”

He rubbed Hermione’s hand as he spoke and she watched the rhythmic movement of his fingers against her skin. His voice was so gentle she felt like he was telling a story. He brought his lips to her cheek and kissed her softly before continuing.

“When I think of the color green though I think a bit differently. If you look at the psychology of color, green places the head and the heart in balance. Green keeps our emotions in check and keeps us level-headed. Green is peace.”

Hermione felt the sensation of pins and needles prickling through her body like tiny jolts of electricity. She bit her lip in an effort to contain the smile that was uncontrollably spreading across her face. Hermione was falling in love with his words and the sensation was wonderful. She realized that she loved the cryptic and covert ways he expressed his affection, even though she wasn’t totally sure that he realized that was what he was doing.

She placed her free hand on top of his and the rhythmic rubbing of his fingers stilled. His eyes met hers and the smallest sliver of her smile peaked out from behind her bitten lip. He realized their was a slight blush to her cheeks and made her look as if she were on Holiday.

“What?” His voice was quip.

“Nothing,” she chuckled. “I am just struggling to fathom how you can be so sweet. Is it new?”

“Sweet?!” Severus spat the word out as if it poisoned him.

Hermione’s blush was spreading, and he was making her feel a bit brazen. She wanted to be closer to him. She didn’t want to resist any more. She forced some courage behind the lust that was threatening to boil over and in one swift movement she swung her leg across his lap and forced him to lay back against the headboard. She rocked her hips once against him in order to settle comfortably onto his lap and his hands found their way to her hips in a fruitless effort to steady her.  Severus’ eyes were smoldering as they bore into her.

“Do you have plans today?” Their was something wicked laced beneath her kind and gentle tone.

Severus coughed to clear his throat. Frankly, maybe there were some things he needed to do, but in that moment he forgot every single one.

“No, nothing,” he said hurriedly before a smirk crossed his face. “Is there something you had in mind?”

Hermione nodded eagerly at his suggestion. “I need a proper lie in.  With you.”  Her hands found their way to his bare chest.

“Hmm,” he replied as his arms snaked around her waist and behind her back to capture her fully and bring her closer to him. “Well you can’t have a proper lie in dresses in day clothes.  Better get more comfortable.”

Severus pulled her jumper over her head in one swift movement and before he would be able to give himself the opportunity to question his actions. He was tired of thinking so much about this and as she leaned above him in a lace trimmed white bra he didn’t even realize when his hands instinctively moved to squeeze her soft breasts.

Hermione careened into his touch like a cat being scratched behind the ear, and Severus pulled his hands away. He quickly realized what he was doing and felt the need to slow himself. He wasn’t used to feeling out of control like this.

“Sorry,” he said shyly as he looked up at her. Hermione just smiled, however, and picking up his right hand, she laced her fingers between his before returning his hand to her left breast. She smiled as he squeezed in again beneath the guide of her hand. She shut her eyes and felt the bulge between his legs growing.

“Never say you’re sorry for touching me,” she said calmly and he pushed his bulge against the junction of her thighs; unable to resist her sweet words and her soft body.

“Get out of these damned jeans, Hermione,” he growled. She hastily unbuttoned them and repositioned herself to shuffle them off. She threw them to the floor before settling back to him, with only thin layers of cotton to separate her sex from his. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from outright moaning at the feeling of his strong shaft pressing against her soft body.

“Is this what you want?” He pressed his hips up again and her back arched. His voice sounded sexy when he asked, but also very honest. Hermione opened her eyes and they stared at each other for a long moment. At first, Hermione thought there was desperation in his eyes, but she quickly realized that wasn’t it. He was giving her every opportunity to walk away and say she didn’t want it. He was looking for any sign of deceit.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Yes, and more.”
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