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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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Hermione closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade over her face and body. When she opened her eyes, the steam had filled the glass walled shower and clouded her view of the headmaster, who was leaning over the sink. She could make out the general curve of his back as he took a swig from a bottle that sat on the vanity. He replaced the bottle before walking towards her.

A swell of cold air entered the enclosure when he opened the door and stepped in behind her. His hands quickly found their way to her hips as he moved to place a kiss along her neck.

“What was that?” She asked suddenly.

“What was what?”  He kissed her once, than once more.

“The potion. What did you take?” She swiveled around to face him.

“Anti-anxiety,” he said calmly.

Hermione looked at him momentarily. “Why do you need that? We’re having a lazy Sunday…”

Severus looked slightly exasperated. “I always take it, Hermione. Daily. I have for years.”

Hermione wasn’t sure how much further she should push. She picked up some shampoo and Severus held out his hand. A small smile spread on her face and she emptied a dollop into his palm before turning back around. Within moments Severus’ hands were in her hair and working the sweet smelling liquid into a rich lather.

He massaged her scalp thoroughly before tilting her head back to rinse. Then, he reached for her conditioner to repeat the process again. Hermione didn’t think it was possible to have an orgasm from having your hair washed, but if it were, she felt dangerously on edge. She caved to his touch and thought her knees might give out. Once he was done, she quickly picked up a bar of soap and faced him so as to take some of the attention off of her.

Hermione began washing him slowly by making rhythmic circles out of suds on his chest. Her movements were gentle as she swept the soap over his smattering of chest hair. Severus closed his eyes and Hermione replaced the soap in its dish in order to work the rest of the lather with her hands. Her touch was much softer than his own, and he wasn’t at all bothered when she drew the suds beneath his arms and then down into the thatch of dark pubic hair above his cock. Her small hands then continued south, and Severus needed to swallow in order to stay composed as he realized how thoroughly she was washing his shaft and balls.

“I love touching you,” she said quietly and Severus opened his eyes.

“You’re very good at it,” he said gruffly and she smiled.

He watched her momentarily, and something seemed unsettled about her face. Rather than press it, however, he decided to close his eyes again and enjoy.

“Why do you think you need a daily anxiety potion?” The question came out quickly and Severus was disappointed that she was asking. He sighed.

“Why must you ask so many questions, Hermione?” Suddenly his eyes look tired.

“I ask questions because I like to understand things,” Hermione replied in a matter of fact manner. “And if we are going to be intimate with each other that doesn’t just mean…this.” She gestured back and forth between their naked bodies with her hand.

“There are some things that others need not know or understand,” he said plainly.

She took a flannel from the hook and began washing the soap from his body in a stream of hot water. “I disagree.”

“You are persistent,” he said.  “Very well.  If you really want to understand why I take an anxiety potion every day try going through life looking like this and being me. Then surely you would need it too.”

“Very self deprecating, Severus,” she said with a click of the tongue. “I for one love looking at you.”

He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her pouty lips. “And some would say you should have your head checked.” Hermione laughed and shook her head.

“But in all seriousness,” he continued, “its difficult to see these scars every day. And this.”  He rubbed his dark mark. It had faded over the years and the lines had blurred, but it was still wholly identifiable. “Sometimes I can feel it seething like fire and I’m not sure if it’s inside my head or not. Sometimes I just want to scratch at my skin until I’ve clawed it up. I hate it, Hermione. And sometimes everything that has been so good about my life ever since it ended feels like it couldn’t possibly be real because of…”

He had been wringing out his forearm like a kitchen towel and Hermione placed her hand on top of his.  His eyes met hers and she was biting her lip. They stared at each other through the curtain of warm water momentarily.

“Severus, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to…” she began, but then she took a step toward him. She plucked his hand up from covering the dark mark and held his forearm to look closely at the brand.  She could tell that having her attention on it made him uncomfortable. She turned the arm slightly, as if studying it, before peering a bit more closely. Then, her head bent down and she kissed the gruesome reminder.

And then she kissed the spot again. Again and again and again until light kisses were dropping on his skin like rain. Slowly, Severus felt the tension leaving his body and he closed his eyes.  A small groan escaped his lips. Once Hermione was satisfied that his jaw has slackened and he looked more relaxed, she stopped.

“You are a wonderful reminder of all the good that can come out of the dark places,” she said in a voice that made his body feel weak. He exhaled heavily before wrapping his arms around her in the most tender hug; one that was filled with vulnerability like she had never felt.

A faint scratching at the door caused Severus to furrow his brow and Hermione to pull away from his embrace.

“That damn cat,” she said frustratedly. “Omni! No!”

The scratching continued. Hermione huffed before reaching for her towel. She hastily wrapped it around her naked body and cast Severus an apologetic glance before stepping out of the warm shower.

Upon opening the door, Hermione was immediately concerned. Omni had been scratching, but beside him perched on a chair was an impatient looking owl with a scroll attached to its ankle. Hermione bent down to retrieve the parchment.

“We’ve received an owl,” Hermione called to Severus as she unrolled the parchment. “From Harry.” She recognized the script as his handwriting instantly.

Severus turned off the water and dried himself. Stepping out of the shower, he saw Hermione’s hand over her mouth in shock as she read.

“What is it?” He knotted the towel around his waist and walked closer to peer over her shoulder.

“Harry says there was an accident.” She continued to read. “Luna. She was experimenting with spells and…”

“Isn’t that how her mother-“

“Yes, Severus! Goodness she was taken to St. Mungo’s. I…I’m not sure if she’s conscious…Harry is very vague.”  She turned to face him and she held the letter at her side. “I have to go.”

Severus nodded. “We’ll get dressed first. We can apparate from here?”

“We?”

“Yes.  You didn’t think I’d come with you?” He asked.

“Well...I don’t... Ok. Just get dressed quickly,” she turned to leave and looked back over her shoulder, “and not in your frock coat.”

“Why not?” He asked as he followed her into the bedroom.

“People find it intimidating,” she said as she dropped her towel to the floor and shuffled into her clothes that were still strewn across the room.

Hermione was shaking when Severus took her arm and they apparated to the sidewalk outside St. Mungo’s. Hermione barely took a moment to recover from the nausea she always felt after apparating and turned quickly to enter the hospital with the headmaster closely behind.

Severus suddenly found himself questioning why he decided to tag along. After all, he hated everything about hospitals.  The lobby was a depressive place with invalids and injury in all corners. The smell of bleach and dittany stung his nostrils.  He realized he could turn and leave right then, but his eyes fell back to Hermione and he understood exactly why he came.

They checked in with the mediwitch at the desk and were instantly given visitor’s badges. “Room 208,” the woman said before the ward door sung open fo permit them. Severus followed in step behind her, and then froze in the entranceway to room 208.

“Luna!” Hermione sounded relieved as she entered the room without invitation. Luna was sitting up in bed, and Hermione went directly to her. She nearly collapsed over Luna as she embraced her. She had a large bandage on the side in her head and her arm was in a sling.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Hermione pulled back slightly to look at her before sitting on the side of Luna’s bed.

“Yes… a combination of Billywig venom and working on some spells,” she said calmly. “And stupidity.”  She used two fingers to scratch beneath the bandage.

Hermione hugged her again. “Well thank goodness you are awake. Harry’s letter was very vague.”

In the midst of their embrace, Luna looked over Hermione’s shoulder and saw a man in the doorway. “Hermione,” she whispered, but still loud enough that Severus could hear. Her confused expression gave much away. “You brought the headmaster with you?”

Hermione sat up beside her. “Yes. We were having a meeting when I received Harry’s owl and.. he was worried at the news,” she said and Luna nodded.

“Glad to see you are seemingly alright, Ms. Lovegood. I’d hate to see anything unfortunate befall-“

“Pardon, sir” an unfamiliar voice chimed from behind him. Severus stepped aside.

A tall brunette whom Hermione did not know shuffled around Severus and placed a cup of tea on the table beside Luna’s cot. “Give it a moment, it’s hot.”

Luna nodded in gratitude and the brunette extended her hand to Hermione. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” she began.  “I’m Marge. You must be Hermione Granger. I’d recognize you anywhere.”  Hermione stood from the bed and shook Marge’s hand. Her face was white and she was having difficulty choosing words to speak, and she did nothing but nod before remembering Severus in the doorway.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Hermione said before gesturing to Severus. “This is Headmaster Snape. We were in the midst of a meeting and apparated promptly when I received Harry’s note.”

The headmaster nodded a curt hello from the doorway as he carefully watched Hermione’s shifting demeanor. Something was making him uneasy, but hospitals always did.

“Professor Granger,” he began, “I am going to have some tea myself in the waiting area. Ms. Lovegood, I’m sorry to see you under these circumstances, but I’m relieved that you seem to be in good hands.”

Luna smiled as him graciously, and within an instant he turned on his heel to leave.
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