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Saved By Grace	By : knappshari Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8880 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two
The rest of the day there was an awkwardness between them, which Hermione regretted. She was ashamed of herself, bawling in the Professor's arms like a child, yet he seemed to hold no grudge. He insisted in watching her eat during afternoon tea and was satisfied when she ate a scone with clotted cream. To his chagrin, he found himself completely turned on watching her lips and mouth as she bit into the fresh scone and hummed in delight, her small pink tongue darting out to lick a small amount of cream that stayed on her lips. There was something about her mouth that fascinated him. Her beautifully shaped lips, he desperately wanted to crush them under his and let loose all his pent-up passion assaulting that mouth, coaxing it open to allow his tongue to dance with hers. It was a few moments before he'd noticed that she saw something on his face and was looking at him questioningly.
"Professor...?" she gave him a questioning look.
He cleared his throat, feeling flushed. "I'll escort you to your portkey if you're ready." he just had to get those pictures out of his head.
Pulling her arm through his, Snape brought up an idea he'd had. "Miss Granger," they were walking to her to the portkey that took her home, when he stopped her. She turned to face him, and saw with astonished amusement to find color staining his cheeks.
She never noticed how, while not classically handsome with that thin-lipped mouth and aloof nature, but there was a certain way he looked at her when he was unguarded, that made her nether parts tingle in a most pleasant way. He cleared his throat again, not sure if he had the gumption to go on, he felt her small hand lightly squeeze his arm and he looked directly in her eyes, and for a moment got lost.
"Professor, what is it?" queried Hermione.
His head shook briefly, and his voice turned matter-of-fact. "Your cottage is in fact quite near my childhood home. As it is the beginning of the summer holiday, I wonder if you'd like to do our work there. I have a fully functional laboratory, and I thought it might be more comfortable for you."
Hermione's first thought was "The home where he grew up, where he lived with unloving and abusive parents? Why?"
It would most certainly make things more comfortable, but not at the emotional expense of a friend. She did find lately that using a portkey made her queasy, and she felt all the aches and pains courtesy of Weasley the Weasel. To be able to walk along the shoreline, listening to the birdsong meld seamlessly with the music of the waves and the smell of the sweet, salt air would be just heavenly.
A large finger gently tipped her chin up so their eyes met. "If you think that it would be too uncomfortable to be alone with me, we can certainly…." He stopped when she put her finger up to his lips to silence him.
She had a habit of doing this to her friends and family all the time, but would never have had the nerve to make this intimate of gestures to Professor Severus Snape before. His lips were surprisingly soft and supple, and she found herself lightly rubbing his fuller bottom lip with a trembling finger, catching his light gasp before dropping her hand to her side.
"No, Professor. It would be perfectly acceptable to meet at your cottage. Are you sure you want to work there? Your childhood was not exactly one to be remembered fondly. I will work for you wherever you are most comfortable."
He smiled. Thinking of others first, that was his Hermione, so entranced was he by his young apprentice that he didn't even pause at the use of the possessive his. She blinked at the sight of him genuinely smiling, why, it made him look positively...heart-stopping. It changed his face into one which made her long to delve right in and see just how much passion could be coaxed out of the normally dour man.
When several people showed up at the portkey, Hermione said breathlessly, "I should…I must, uh…go now. I'll miss…"
He agreed, but when she turned he caught her by the hand and stayed her. "I will have my cottage cleaned and aired out, and the laboratory stocked with all we need. It may take several weeks. If I may, I'll come to collect you when it's ready."
"Yes, that would be very nice, thank you Professor." His other hand covered hers, and she found them to be gentle, warm and…stimulating.
She wondered what it would feel like if those hands were on her body, all over her body; on her breasts, plowing through her hair as his tongue plundered her mouth and he plunged into… Lost in thought she nearly missed the portkey to her home, and abruptly pulled her hand running toward the object.
The moment before she disappeared, she called back to him, "Call me Hermione! And come for tea when you get to the coast!" Her luminous smile was the last thing he saw, before she whirled around and disappeared with a loud POP.
That smile carried him through the next few weeks as he readied his potions that he and Miss Granger...Hermione...would need at his laboratory in his home at the coast. He had to admit to himself that he missed her presence greatly and was quite looking forward to their meeting again. Just a day or two to go, then she would again be the light in his world of darkness. Merlin knew he didn't deserve such a gift, but he was selfish enough to not only take it, but to relish in the taking of it.
Unbeknownst to Severus, Hermione was missing him as well. Oh, she enjoyed having time to relax, picnics on the beach with Luna and Draco, working closely with Luna in remodeling her lovely cottage, and sending her friends on their way to start their own lives together. Hugging Luna tightly, then Draco she thanked them for getting her through the toughest time in her life barring looking for the horcruxes with Ron and Harry.
"Are you sure, Hermione?" Draco asked. "We've loved being here to help you." He put his arm around his wife. "However, there was something we wanted to let you know...shall you tell her, pet?"
Luna actually blushed. She had changed completely in the years after the War. From the shy, odd little girl, who'd been constantly bullied, to the composed, gentle, lovely young woman that stood before her.
"What is it, Luna?" Hermione thought she knew the news because Luna was glowing.
"I'm pregnant, Hermione. It's a boy." Draco beamed down at her and gathered her close, whispering in her ear and kissing her tenderly.
Hermione felt as though she'd been punched in the stomach. Those words...she was suddenly thrust into the memory of the look on Ron's face as his fists and boots pounded her belly that held her precious son. Suddenly there was a hand on her elbow and Draco was leading her to a chair, and a cup of Earl Grey put into her hands. She looked up into the stricken face of Luna and pulled her in to sit with her.
"Luna, gods I am so sorry, please..." she felt awful for putting that expression on her best friend. "I am absolutely thrilled for you both! Honestly!"
They were satisfied with that and all sat down to tea talking about babies and making Draco blush and pretend to pass out at the more...intimate...details of muggle childbirth.
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