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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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Severus was bent over the table in the corner of the waiting room fixing mediocre tea in a paper cup. The huffed as he realized the electric kettle had boiled too hot and for too long because it scorched the tea leaves on contact. He momentarily thought he’d just toss the cup into the bin beneath the table before realizing better of it. Instead he blew against the surface once before sitting in a hard plastic chair to the left. He looked down at the muck with disappointment as he waited for the undesirable cup to cool. Mindlessly distracted as he was, he didn’t notice when Harry approached him.

“Headmaster? What on earth are you doing here?” Harry’s voice was laced with confusion as he slid into an equally uncomfortable hard plastic chair beside Snape. The headmaster looked at Harry carefully before taking a sip of the tea and confirming that it wasn’t worth it. He placed it on the edge of the table.

“Hermione was with me when she received your owl,” he replied matter of factly.

A suggestive smirk flashed across Harry’s face at the headmaster’s behest. “I’m happy to hear she went right back to you.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t she have come back to me? Of course she came…”

“Oh I don’t mean anything like that,” Harry reassured him as he swatted his arm. The public display of their familiarity made Snape recoil and he crossed his left leg over his right, creating the illusion of a barrier between him and Harry.

Snape quickly changed the subject. “I’m glad to see that it seems Ms. Lovegood is alright.”

“Ah, yes. Thank goodness. When I penned that note things seemed as if they could go much worse,” Harry replied.

Snape leaned in to Harry now so as not to be overheard. Harry also leaned in. “But what on earth is she doing messing with Billywig venom?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders and his expression matched the headmaster’s concern.  “I don’t know how she can still be so reckless,” he whispered, and Severus nodded his agreement before taking another sip of his dirt water.

“Oh yes,” he began as if remembering something.  Severus replaced the cup before leaning back towards Harry.  “Is that brunette woman someone I should recall?”

Harry shook his head. “I’ve only met her today, but I believe Luna has known her for a bit. She walks in a different circle, so to speak. She and Luna we’re talking about masochistic warbles earlier…”

Severus held up his hand, indicating that Harry had said enough.

“I believe they know each other through the paper, or something to that effect.  I’ve gotten the impression that Luna is quite smitten with her through,” Harry said. “She’s cute, don’t you think?”

Severus furrowed his brow and studied Harry’s face. Harry began to look uncomfortable as Severus tried to piece together what Harry was saying. Finally, he leaned in to whisper to Harry once more. “Ms. Lovegood is a lesbian?”

“Well, I don’t know if that’s how she identifies specifically.  I mean, there was a man she was seeing for a little bit after Her-,” Harry suddenly looked flustered. “I mean that man may have been a fluke. He’s the only one I know of and I don’t think he was around long.”

Severus tried to remain stoic as his leg threatened to bounce from his discomfort and anxiety. “What did you say, Harry? I didn’t catch all of that,” he said in a matter of fact tone meant to make him seem comfortable when he was not. “What was that bit in the middle?”

Harry’s face dropped and he sighed. “Headmaster, it really isn’t my place to gossip...”

“Harry I am not asking you to gossip like an old maid, even though I’m certain you’re quite capable of it. I’m only asking you to repeat what you’ve already said.”  The headmaster was firm, and Harry was uncomfortable knowing full well he’d already heard enough.

“Severus,” he said carefully, “I spoke without thinking and please give me the opportunity to-“

“Hermione and Luna we’re dating, yes?” He asked.

Severus’ abrasive interruption took Harry back. The men stared at each other for a long moment and Harry said nothing. Severus could feel his frustration rising, but ultimately the feeling he was feeling wasn’t Harry’s responsibility.

Severus sighed. “Obviously there were others before…before me. She told me there were women, too,” he looked at Harry. “I didn’t expect it to be anyone I knew.”

Harry nodded in understanding. Severus picked up his tea and, after a quick glance, tossed it into the bin. “Do you know how long it lasted?”

“Yes,” Harry began, “but you and I both know you should be asking her questions like that, not me.  Or, better yet, remember that whatever you’re wondering is in the past and doesn’t really matter anymore.”

“Yeah, but you know I’m not going to do that,” he replied.

“No, of course not,” Harry said with a small chuckle as he picked up a magazine from the table to his left and began flipping through the pages. Deciding he wouldn’t go looking for her, and that he didn’t particularly want to see Luna at this moment, Severus leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, and waited for Hermione.

Harry was nearly finished flipping through the pages when a buzzer sounded and the ward door swung open. Hermione was smiling as she entered the waiting room, but Severus could sense something else hovering beneath the surface. She saw Severus and Harry immediately and went to them. She thanked Harry for sending the owl and expressed her relief that Luna was alright. She talked about how well Luna looked considering the injury. Severus was suddenly very aware that Hermione was talking rather quickly and he stood.

“As always, it was good to chat with you, Mr. Potter,” Severus said and Harry nodded in acknowledgment before the headmaster turned his attention to Hermione. “We still haven’t eaten and I am famished. There is a café not too far from here and I would like to get a proper cup of tea.”

Hermione agreed and said a quick goodbye and “keep me updated” to Harry before exiting St. Mungo’s side by side with the headmaster.

“I wish I could hold your hand or something,” she said as they turned onto the bustling street. The cold wind was whipping harshly around her face and she already had to walk fast to keep up with Severus’ long strides.

Severus thought to make a quipped comment, but instead slowed his pace and reached down to grab her hand. His fingers laced between hers and Hermione felt herself melting into the contact. Severus was surprised to find that holding her hand publicly actually felt good; better than he had expected. He gave it a slight squeeze and felt some of the tension he’d been harboring leave his shoulders.

They entered a small café and took a seat by the window. After hanging their coats, they ordered a pot of black tea and some sandwiches. They sat in their individual, contemplative silences for some time, but once their order arrived, Severus decided to bridge the subject that was causing him discomfort.

“I hadn’t realized that you and Luna were so close,” he said as he took a sip of his tea. He suddenly felt much better as the warmth from the cup spread through his cold body.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say we are very close any more,” Hermione replied, “I can’t believe she is still behaving in such a reckless manner.”

Severus nodded in agreement. “Is that brunette woman, Marge I think, someone I should know? I couldn’t place her.”

Hermione took a bite of a finger sandwich and shook her head no as she chewed. “No, I’ve never seen her before in my life. I don’t mean to be rude but there is certainly something off about her. Did you see the way she entered Luna’s room even though we were still there!? She didn’t even ask if we needed a moment’s privacy.”

Severus shrugged. “I don’t know she seemed fine to me.”

“And then,” Hermione continued, her voice rising slightly, “after you left, she kissed Luna right in front of me. I’m not sure how some people have so little modesty these days.”

“Yes, well, you did just ask me to hold your hand for all of London to see,” Severus said.

“Oh that’s different. I’m just saying that public displays of affection have a place and time,” she said forcefully.

Severus took another sip of tea. “Yes; and you might add that they can make people particularly uncomfortable when exhibited in front of a former lover.”  He drained just cup.

Hermione stared at him with her mouth agape. She wasn’t sure how to respond, and she pulled back, furrowing her brow slightly in confusion.

“Hermione,” he said carefully, “I don’t know why you didn’t just tell me.”

“Well, it’s just, I,” she stuttered, “when I received Harry’s letter I panicked and I had to make sure she was alright.”

Severus nodded. “But Marge pisses you off.”

Hermione finished her sandwich in one large, frustrated bite. “Well, I mean maybe I’m being too hard on her but, I mean, do you want to see someone else kissing someone you used to be with?”

Severus froze. He stared down at his cup.. “I haven’t thought about it because that situation is not possible. I have never been in a committed relationship in my life.”

Hermione put down her teacup. “Truthfully?”

“Yes. What did you expect?” He nearly spat at her.

“Severus, stop,” she said softly as she peered at him. “I hadn’t expected anything. Please stop assuming that I’ve gone around all these years making assumptions about you.”

Hermione could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he was chewing his cheek. She was certain he had no idea it was noticeable, and she would never tell him. She sighed before continuing. “I’m not sure why everything is a battle with you. First it was staff meetings…than it was the fact that you so obviously refused to let yourself see that I had feelings for you…leaving you to go with Harry and now it’s this. It’s  always going to be something, isn’t it?”

The anger in her tone was making him feel uneasy. Severus took a steadying breath before placing his napkin on the table. “I do not need anything from you, Hermione.” His voice was quieter now. “I don’t need anything, but I want every piece of you.  I crave you like I’ve never been hungry before.”

Hermione stared and him and any anger she’d been feeling melted away. She reached out and took his hand before kissing him across the table and pleading with her eyes for him to take her home. .
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