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"Unanswered Prayers"	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, nor the characters from it. I don't make squat from the writing of this story. I do lose sleep, tho'...

Chapter List
- 1-"Unanswered Prayers"
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- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11a
- 14-11b
- 15-11c
- 16-11d
- 17-11e
- 18-11f
- 19-11g
- 20-12
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”You’re being old fashioned.”
“And you are being you.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Then say “Yes”, complete the ceremony and I am yours.”
“You’re a stubborn —”
“Careful! Wouldn’t want me to feel unloved and ruin all that healing, would we?”
“Ugh!” Hermione groaned in frustration — emotional and sexual.
“We’ve arrived at the unintelligible portion of the evening. I’ll be in the lab analyzing the most recent portions.”
“Alright! I surrender — you win! YES! I will marry you.”
“When?” he shot at her, arms crossed across his chest in suspicious disbelief.
“The way I feel right now? Ten minutes.”

For not the first time, Hermione reclined on the couch in drenched knickers because Severus (fore)played a scorching melody on her lips and her body but wouldn’t “finish” the symphony without a wedding.

She loved — and benefitted greatly from — his control and patience and she’d appreciated that months ago when she’d had to relearn how to trust a man intimately. But even Hermione “Ice Queen” Granger had her limits and Severus “Not Until We’re Married” Snape had slammed her into them and left her there every evening for the last two weeks.

Merlin! Where did a man who’s only loved one woman — platonically — learn to do those things!?

At summer’s start they’d broached the minefield of Hermione’s sexual re-education. Terrified but determined, she counted on Severus’ promise to be patient — and his demand she not succumb to impatience with her own responses — to move her past her hesitancy:

“This isn’t fair to you, Sev.”
“It is not only fair but I insist. When we consummate our relationship I will not have you fearful and cringing in terror. My pleasure is directly linked to yours thanks to that bond. So we will spend time differentiating my love-making from Weasel’s rape behaviors. I have a question; please consider your response carefully.”

Uncomfortable with his change in tone, Hermione inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Yes?”
“Do you wish for me to ‘Obliviate' what you experienced with Weasel? I can be selective; I am a skilled Legilimens.”

Hermione shook his offer up in her head for an interminably long time before deciding.

“No.”
“Your reasoning?”
“We’ve discussed having a family, Severus. Those memories will help me if we have a daughter.”
“Another daughter…”

Her sad smile touched him, as did her soft hand laid gently on his cheek.

“And that’s why I don’t need to be ‘Obliviated'. I will always know the difference; those memories educated me and led me to you. Leave them, please.”
“As you wish…”

Weeks of casual intimacy banked the heat both felt a tad higher:

They enjoyed gentle kisses but any move of his hands from her face elicited a panic response.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Why am I LIKE this!?”
“You have been ill-treated. We will work through it. Would you enjoy a small glass of wine to alleviate some of your tension?”
“Please and thank you.”

He rose from the couch after a kiss to Hermione’s forehead and retrieved the New Year’s bottle of wine gifted to them by the overly-sentimental Albus Dumbledore.
Severus’ fingers tingled again at the touch of the wine’s container as did Hermione’s when he handed her the bottle to place on the sofa table; neither mentioned it. Ten different types of “Reveal” spells — including Finite, Finite Incantatum and Specialis Revelio — exposed no charms, spells or spiking by potion. Chalking his misgivings up to the last five months of stress in their lives, Severus regained his seat and they finished their glasses of wine in enjoyable conversation.

“The world will get better with a good night’s rest.” Severus suggested, taking her empty glass and setting it aside. Extending a hand, he eased Hermione off the couch. She smiled at the little ways he made her feel loved.

Ten minutes after entering the bedroom, Severus experienced the oddest sense of deja vu. Hermione lay practically on top of him as he ran his dextrous fingers through her hair. She couldn’t be more relaxed. As she’d struggled with anxiety whenever he took the lead in their cuddling, he allowed her to explore at her own pace.
The next he knew she’d rolled him almost on top of her and softly begged him to “love her”. Mindful of his promise to take it slow, he skimmed his fingertips over her skin, teaching her again what a tender lover should do for her.

Muted sunlight cast a glow over her. Severus noted again — with pleasure and relief — the healthy color of her skin, her light tan gained from hours of gardening, hiking and enjoying the prolonged summer sunlight at this elevation. As he always made sure to do, Severus captured a mental photo of this Hermione and stored it over the top of one of his feverish Hermione mental images.

He kissed her, touching her with his educated lips but never forcing his way into any opening. Gasping under him, she shocked him by trapping his tongue with her lips and applying light suction.
Cautiously, Severus tugged at the hem of her tank top; she willing arched her back and raised her arms, letting him remove it. She wore no bra underneath but Severus intentionally avoided her breast. There was plenty of her to make love to without mimicking Weasel’s impatience. Instead, his tongue laid in paths from her neck to her navel and back, titillating everything but her breasts. The tactic worked; instinctively she raised her breasts and her hips towards him, seeking more stimulation.

“Patience, love. We have the summer.”

Hermione processed this statement, trying to decide if she agreed when Severus’ hand entered her shorts, scooting under the elastic of her knickers. Deliberately he ministered to all the skin outside her folds. Feather touches played — at her hips, her nether hair, the junction of her thighs, her flat belly beneath her navel — yet completely ignored the flower garden and its entrance hidden beneath the folds.
When he felt her hands stroking an erection he already struggled to control, he withdrew.

“Excellent progress, Hermione. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me tomorrow.”

Summer evenings saw Severus methodically re-educate her in the best possible ways and in almost every room in the cottage. Ten days from tonight both would return to England and normal life; Hermione hoped to complete her re-education here in the bed they shared. Severus balked; he would not be pushed into the final act.

The price for moving past selective groping and snogging would be paid with a ring and a ceremony.
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