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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22043 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Hermione let the door slam behind her as she entered the sitting room. The sound caused Severus to look up from the journal he had been reading near the roaring fire. She huffed slightly as she picked up his wine glass from the side table and took a gulp.
“Is everything alright?” He let the paper fall to his lap. His tone was cautious as he eyed her carefully.
She replaced the glass and sunk into the chair beside him. Frustration and exhaustion were playing for equal territory on her face. She took a steadying breath, then a second calming one.
“I swear that boy, you know the one,” she began...
“Nigel Harris,” Severus said knowingly. “Again?”
Hermione nodded her head slowly as she sucked her teeth. “That troublemaker refuses to admit that it’s ridiculous to try and make me believe that his toad keeps getting into the girl’s dormitory completely by accident.” Severus chuckled slightly as he flipped to the next page in the journal.
“It isn’t funny, Severus. This boy’s toad has shown up warming itself on the fire place, resting in a shoe, hopping in a trunk, walking the windowsill, buried in Anise’s pillow, and probably a few other places I’ve forgotten. It’s maddening,” she said.
Severus smiled at her in sympathetic acknowledgment. He took her hand and pulled her into his lap which elicited a relaxed smile from her. She curled against him to lay her head on his shoulder. “It’s just so irritating,” she muttered to his chest and he nodded.
“Keep fighting the good fight, little lion,” he said as he planted a kiss on her head. “Term is almost done.”
“Thank goodness,” she said. “I’m ready to go settle into our new house.”
He nodded slowly as he took a sip of wine. He offered her a sip but she declined.
“And I can’t wait to ravish you in the garden,” he said as he took a second sip.
Her head popped up at that. “Severus,” she cooed with a swat to his chest. “Don’t be naughty.”
“Not yet, you mean?” He said with a smirk.
She laughed and walked to the liquor cabinet to pour her own glass of wine. She leaned against the bar as she took a sip. “Have you had dinner?” She asked.
He shook his head. “No. I was waiting for you. It is Saturday evening. Let’s take the train into the city and have a fun time; spend the night in the new house and go to the hardware store in the morning.”
Hermione let out an audible sigh of satisfaction at the idea. “Oh Severus you know I would love nothing more.” She took a sip and walked over to him. “I can be ready in 15 minutes.”
He lifted his glass to her in a mock toast. She rose hers in response and they both drained their glasses.
SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG
Severus and Hermione apparated to the small house on the outskirts of London. As they entered the quiet house, Hermione flicked her wand at a sage candle sitting on the kitchen counter. She let her jacket fall off her shoulders and pool on the beige loveseat. She made her way to the kitchen and took two small glasses from the shelf and poured a generous measure of scotch into each glass.
Severus hung his coat on a hook by the door before he turned to see Hermione returning to him with two glasses of amber liquid in her hands. He nearly felt dizzy from the way her hips slightly swung with each step. He took a glass from her and he tipped it to clang against hers before they both sipped.
“You are magnificent,” he said over the edge of his cup. His voice was raspy from the strong scotch.
“I think the words you were looking for are ‘slightly tipsy,’” she replied with a chuckle before taking a second sip.
They drained their glasses before putting their jackets back on and walking to the nearby tube station. Of course they could easily apparate anywhere in London, but there was something familiar and comfortingly ordinary about taking the train into the city. As they stepped off the platform, Severus let his right hand graze Hermione’s back. She leaned against him slightly as they stood in the center of the train.
This would not be the first time the pair had enjoyed an impromptu date night, but it felt particularly special since they begun, and would finish, the evening at their new home. For the first time she felt markedly excited that term was coming to a close, not because she didn’t want to be at Hogwarts but simply because for the first time in her life she felt like things outside of the school were just as promising and exciting.
She was looking forward to building and breaking in their home lab. Hermione knew she wanted to experiment and stock their cupboards with homemade potions. She wondered if there would even be a market for potions brewed by her and Severus, or maybe that was a can of worms best left closed for now.
When they got off the train in central London, Severus led Hermione through the busy downtown street towards a small pub. The pub was modest and old, with low ceilings and dark woods. Severus gestured with a nod of the head for her to continue behind him, passing the crowded bar and through an open doorway. The outside space opened up to reveal a spacious courtyard that was punctuate with lit fireplaces, heat lamps, and torches. The space glowed with the red and amber reflections. Patrons gathered around the different sources of heat as they drank and laughed. A passing waitress took their drink orders and Hermione and Severus sat beside a glowing fire pit.
“What a lovely little spot,” Hermione cooed as she slipped her jacket off and allowed for the warmth of the fire to envelop her.
Severus nodded as he watched her. She flipped her hair to expose the subtle curve of her neck. She looked stunning in a deep blue top that hung low on her chest, highlighting the swell of her breasts. Severus took a deep breath as she leaned back in her chair.
They accepted their cocktails from the waitress and toasted to the upcoming summer holiday. They laughed as they discussed plans for the lab in the basement and how they wanted to lay out their garden. After two more drinks they were both laughing hysterically while Severus attempted to draw and outline plan for the garden on the back of a cocktail napkin.
“See, strawberries will do well here, then romaine, and tomatoes should be close to the house so we can stake them,” he explained as he drew crossing lines and wonky symbols. “And an herb bed in the corner.”
Hermione sipped at her drink. “Just don’t bring that to the landscapers,” she gestured to the napkin, “they’ll think you planned it while you were drunk.”
“Aw piss off” he said with a laugh as he tossed the napkin down. She was laughing so hard she needed to wipe a tear from her eye with the back of her hand.
“I’m starved, let’s go eat,” she said and he nodded in agreement. Finishing his drink, he stood, folded the little cocktail napkin, and placed it in his pocket. Hermione laughed as she put her jacket on.
“I think it’s rather good,” he said as he took her hand to lead her through the courtyard and out of the pub.
They walked three blocks south towards a little restaurant they had been to before called McKinney House. The restaurant was situated inside an old brick and mortar building that had been refurbished with large windows that opened up to the street. The windows brought a necessary lightness to the old building that would be rather dark without them. Severus held the door as Hermione stepped inside. After greeting the hostess, they were seated at a small table near the large open window.
“This is perfect,” she said as she removed her coat and scooted into the seat to gaze out the window. “I love being able to watch all the people walk by.”
Severus agreed, as he always did when she was excited to people watch. It was a small, harmless lie. Whenever she was excited to watch the world go by, he would lean back casually and watch her expression change as she watched the pedestrians and traffic go by. It was as if she was the only still thing in a moving painting; a constant in a storm. A few moments later she broke her gaze from the window and picked up her menu. He did the same, and peering over the top of the bifold, he watched her as she made a selection.
“Mmmm, baked brie with cranberry...let’s get that to start,” she said and he easily agreed. .
After dinner, they were both feeling quite stuffed and intoxicated enough that neither of them would have safely decided to apparate. They walked arm and arm through the winding London streets before arriving back at the tube station and took a late train home. Once they had walked home, Hermione yawned as Severus was unlatching the gate to the front garden and ushering her towards the stoop.
“Tired?”
She nodded in reply and cover her yawn with the back of her hand. They entered the house and Severus locked the front door behind them as she hung up her coat. He closed the space between them quickly and placed his right hand at the small of her back, causing her to arch slightly against him.
“Do you have any idea how enticing you look right now? How remarkably stunning you’ve looked all night?” His intense stare bore into her and caused her breathing to hitch. “How is it that for the past four, nearly five, years, I have been the lucky bastard that gets to have you on his arm? You are... breathtaking.” His intensity softened as he said she was breathtaking. The fingers of his left hand combed through her curls and ran gently against her scalp, causing her to close her eyes at the contact.
“Tall. Dark. Handsome.” Her voice was slow as she spoke with her eyes closed. “You’re all of the cliches.”
He chuckled at that. “Not quite so dark as I was” his voice whispered against her earlobe. “Now, upstairs with you. I want to see you covered in bubbles before I put your naked arse to bed.”
Hermione bit her lip shyly as she took a step back. Looking down at the swell of her cleavage, she rose one eyebrow before reaching down to swiftly pull her shirt up and over her head. Suddenly topless, she kicked off her heeled boots and bent forward to remove her pants. She stood naked before him and bit her lip before taking off up the stairs with Severus following closely behind.
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