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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21947 -:- 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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Severus was sipping a glass of Ogden’s Finest in his sitting room late one evening. He was re-reading an old potion’s textbook and enjoying his drink after what had been a very busy week. The end of term was quickly approaching and he was certain he hadn’t had a proper drink in weeks. Every time he had finally met his obligations and tied up all the loose ends, it seemed another responsibly fell into his lap.
Finally every box on his current to-do list was checked. He was reluctant to let Hermione take over his evening rounds, but she was insistent that he needed to take some time to himself. Naturally, he protested at first, but she was already clasping her cloak around her shoulders and making her way to the door without giving him a moment’s rebuttal.
Time was a curious thing. He was sitting before the warm fire and sipping from his glass as he reflected on the past few weeks. He was very busy and found himself tired at the end of each day, but somehow he and Hermione had found more time than ever before for making love. They typically maintained a generous amount of intimacy in their relationship, but that past several weeks had proven they could always make time for more.
It was as if a second spark had ignited between the both of them ever since they opened their relationship to include discussion of marriage and family. There was a kindling deep inside both of them that came to life and their passion couldn’t be snuffed out. It seemed to him that they were existing in a constant state of heightened arousal now. Now, they were always flirting with one another and couldn’t keep their bodies apart.
Earlier that day, Hermione barged into his office and abruptly sat on his desk. With very few words and a devilish smile she made her wants abundantly clear. It didn’t take him to long decide to take her right there. He hiked up her robes and pulled down her knickers so that he could enter her. She spilled a nearly full bottle of ink when she shuttered and came all over his desk and he wasn’t the slightest bit annoyed.
Severus was sure that the impromptu romp was in response to his proposition the day before. He swept into the potion’s classroom ten minutes before her class began. She was pulling ingredients out of the storeroom when he entered behind her, shut the door, and quickly cast Muffliato.
“Severus! What the hell are you doing here!?” Her voice was shrill with surprise as he descended on her. He lifted the hem of her robes with a devious smirk on his face. “I have class in ten minutes!”
“Perfect,” he purred as he kissed her neck and ran his hand up her thigh.
“It’s not enough time!” She tried to swat him away.
“Trust me, it’s enough time,” he replied as his fingers snaked inside her lace knickers. He rubbed her clit and when her breathing hitched he knew he was in. He fucked her wildly in the storeroom and kissed her gently before leaving. As he exited the classroom he nodded to the students coming into class and chuckled at the frazzled and post-orgasmic state he had left Hermione to carry on in.
Now that she was off doing his rounds and he was rolling his drink around in its glass he couldn’t help but fantasize about taking her again. Their quickies were nothing short of fantastic, but they were nothing compared to the passionate, sensual, practiced love they made in the confines of their own quarters. Nothing relaxed Severus more than their sex, which always ended with moans and cries of passion while he spilled his seed inside of her. They had not cast the contraceptive charm in weeks and he had zero regret about it. Frankly, it seemed that foregoing it turned them both on more and, he realized, was likely part of the reason for their increased sexual appetites.
There was something so beautifully passionate and free about being able to shoot his semen into her with abandon and that she wanted it there. She craved his come. She even begged for it sometimes. Oftentimes, after he unloaded into her, she would sit back with a grin like a satisfied Cheshire Cat. At night, when he would lay down beside her, his hand would make its way to her abdomen and he allowed himself the moment to indulge his greatest hope.
He smiled to himself and took a sip of Ogden’s before glancing at the clock in the sitting room. She would be back any moment. He placed the glass on the side table and settled back into his reading while he waited for her to return.
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Hermione had caught three students out of bed, two others in the midst of a heated argument by The Great Hall, and broke up two sets of couples snogging in alcoves before she had been on rounds for thirty minutes.
She rubbed her temples as she walked. Making rounds was unequivocally the worst part of her duties at Hogwarts. She detested rounds. You never found anything you wanted to find while making rounds. Occasionally nothing of interest happened on rounds, but it was mostly just a two hour marathon of point deduction and detention assigning. Regardless, it was always boring and Hermione had other things she would rather be doing.
As the end of term approached, Hermione was looking forward to having some time off more than she could express. She was tired. To say a lot had happened in the past year was an understatement. Nevertheless, she was thrilled because Severus had been happier in recent weeks than he had been in all the time she’d known him.
Something had changed between them since deciding to stop using the contraceptive charm. There was an increased passion between them and it was difficult to keep their hands off of each other. The most difficult times were easily during meals in The Great Hall. Severus and Hermione had grown so accustomed to being intimate in private that it made it difficult to remain composed and professional in public settings. Severus would sometimes place his hand on her knee under the table and it always piqued her fantasies. She could never admit how she imagined him taking her on the staff table once or twice.
As she walked the dark castle halls there was nothing she wanted more than to return back to her quarters and climb into bed with Severus. She was happy to give him the night off, but she would be relieved when the night was over and she could pass a few hours with him.
She heard the sound of someone pacing around the corner. Concerned, Hermione followed the sound and expected to find a disgruntled student. When she rounded the corner, however, she saw the back of a very familiar head.
“Harry? What are you doing here?”
He started and turned to face her. Harry quickly closed the space between them and put his hands on her shoulders. He was trying to look composed, but Hermione saw a glimmer of something else in his eyes.
“Hermione! What are you doing? It isn’t safe.” His voice sounded slightly frantic.
“Harry,” she replied carefully, removing his hands from her shoulders. “Why aren’t you in Hogsmeade with Ginny? You aren’t on schedule...”
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and he eyed her with complete confusion. “Hogsmeade? Why would I stay there when Voldemort is here, he’s here!”
Hermione took a deep breath and rubbed his arm. “Harry, no.” She sighed. “That was years ago—”
His eyes had a glossy finish. “Professor Snape! He’s hurt. Hermione you need to go to him I think you’re the only one who...”
She rubbed his arm affectionately. “Harry, you are having some sort of episode.”
“Harry!” Ginny’s voice was shrill as she ran down the hallway. Her cloak hung open to accommodate her very pregnant stomach. She stopped before him and took his hands. “I have been looking everywhere- Harry, look at me.”
Hermione watched as Harry’s attention focused on Ginny. He quieted and she saw him take several steadying and calming breaths while he made eye contact with his wife.
“Harry,” Ginny said firmly, “this is not real. It is all over and has been over for a long time. Don’t let yourself go back there. Everything is fine.” She took his right hand and placed it on the swell of her belly. “Everything is fine.”
Harry took several more deep breaths while he stared into Ginny’s eyes. Finally, he looked as if he had deflated and wrapped his wife in a strong and consuming embrace. Unsure of what to do, Hermione watched on in shock and saw a tear roll down Harry’s cheek. She felt as if she’d cry herself at the sight. She waited for what seemed like forever for him to look somewhat recovered.
“Does this happen often?” Hermione’s voice was a whisper but the question echoed through the hall. Ginny turned to look at her but she didn’t let go of her husband.
“No, not often. End of term. It seems like the time of year....” Ginny’s eyes were sad and Hermione nodded in understanding. “We aren’t sure what to do. He has seen every healer and specialist we can get our hands on but none of them seem able to....help his beat it.”
Hermione sighed sadly and went to her friends. “I’m so sorry. I’ll have rooms made up for you both. It’s late...”
Ginny thanked Hermione as Harry hung his head. Hermione enveloped then both in hugs, but when she wrapped her arms around Harry, she noticed that he felt weak and she had to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.
Once she ensured that Harry and Ginny were taken care of for the evening, she glanced at her watch to realize that her rounds had officially ended ten minutes ago and she quickly made her way back to Severus.
She came in, quick and frantic, like a summer storm. The door slammed shut behind her and she unfastened her cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor rather than hang it on a hook. Severus looked over his shoulder as she made her way around him to stand between the fireplace and his chair.
“Hermione, what’s wrong? Why are you...” he said as he placed his book on the table. His voice was heavy with concern and she waved him away.
“I ran into Harry. He isn’t on schedule and he was having some kind of, I don’t know... night terror. Well, I’m not sure what it was he wasn’t sleepwalking. I wouldn’t have known what to do but thankfully Ginny turned up,” she relayed. Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “He thought it was that night, Severus. He was completely immersed in it. When he saw me he even said that I needed to go save you.”
Severus tried to read her expression and all he saw was panic and fear. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. He moved his left leg to the side in order to bring her between his splayed thighs. “Is he alright now? Where are they?”
Hermione found that his close proximity helped her relax and she breathed deeply. “He’s fine now I had rooms made up so they didn’t have to go all the way home.”
Severus nodded and then looked back to Hermione. “Are you alright?”
“Yes. It’s just painful to see him like that.” She tried to keep herself from crying. “Ginny said that it doesn’t happen a lot. She said that end of term seems to trigger it. And that no one has been able to help him.”
Severus stroked her hand lovingly. “The timing certainly makes sense. I will meet with them both tomorrow and see if there is anything I can do.” She nodded and wiped a tear away from her eye with her free hand.
Severus pulled her into his lap. He picked up his glass and tilted it towards her to gesture that she could have a sip if she’d like. She accepted the spirit and enjoyed the warm burn in her throat.
Severus replaced the glass on the side table and wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist. “Was everything else alright while you were making rounds?”
Hermione nodded. “I’m tired, though. Come to bed with me?”
Severus smiled kissed her. “I thought you’d never ask.” She climbed off his lap and he gave her arse a quick swat as he followed her to the bedroom.
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