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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21969 -:- 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 turned the pages of his notebook as he sat in bed. He licked the pad of his thumb as he went back and forth amongst his notes on organorum diapsalma. He was writing in a margin as he reread old notes in order to anticipate brewing a larger quantity the next time. His recently procured reading glasses were perched on his nose and he pressed them firmly back into place as they threatened to slide down. Finally he felt tired of the back and forth flipping and called for Hermione, who was preparing for bed in the bathroom mirror.
“Hermione?!” His voice cut through the air as she dragged a comb through her freshly washed hair. There was a question and some urgency there.
“Mmhm,” she replied as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
“I am converting the recipe for organirum diapsalma to a larger quantity. Are you free to brew tomorrow evening?”
Hermione thought momentarily before replying. “I have office hours until seven. I can do it after that,” she replied.
Severus bit his lip as he thought. He had been hoping for an earlier start time since this particular potion took some time to stew. “Alright,” he replied, sounding slightly disappointed. “We can do it then.”
“I can begin earlier the following day...” she began.
“No, no. It isn’t necessary. I can ready everything while you are finishing up,” he said calmly.
Hermione came into the bedroom and climbed into bed beside him. She tossed her robe on a nearby chair as she slipped between the sheets in a light satin nightgown. The dungeon quarters they kept were always chilly, but now that spring was upon them one could reasonably wear lighter clothing if they were wrapped in warm bedding or sitting by the fire. Hermione and Severus had discussed moving their quarters multiple times, but the change ultimately never came to fruition. There was something comforting, familiar, and cozy about their arrangement that they couldn’t let go.
Hermione leaned over him to look inside his notebook. She grazed over his notes and read his annotations. Suddenly, she looked at him. “This will take all night.”
“Well, yes. It is slow to stew.” Severus closed the notebook and placed his glasses on top. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to brew it with me. It’ll be a long night.”
“No, no, no,” she said firmly, swatting at his hand. “Of course I’m going to brew it with you.”
Severus smirked gently, cloaking the relief that he felt. If he had to brew alone it would be fine, but he much preferred brewing with her.
“If students are not coming I will end my office hours early,” she said as she fell back on her pillows. Picking up her book from her nightstand, she opened to the page she had left dog eared at the corner and resumed reading.
Severus watched her momentarily. He loved the way she bit her lip as she concentrated and the way her eyes moved back and forth over the lines of text. He found that his hand was caressing her bare thigh beneath the blankets. How long had he been doing that? She didn’t mind, so he indulged himself by slipping his fingers beneath her pantyline to relish in the feel of her soft skin.
“Hermione,” he pleaded. His voice was near a whisper.
“Hmm?” Her eyebrow rose in question but she didn’t look at him. She continued reading.
Severus stroked the skin at the apex of her thigh with his fingers. “If I asked you to marry me, what would you say? Do you even want to get married?” His second question was rushed and uncomfortable. He looked nervous and annoyed as the question tumbled from his lips.
Hermione smirked at his discomfort. “If you asked me to get married I would say yes,” she explained clearly. .
Severus nodded and sat back on his pillows. He withdrew his hand from her warm skin and picked his book and glasses back up off of the nightstand, all the while thinking about the small box that was hidden inside the drawer.
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Severus moved busily around the small lab attached to Hermione’s office off of the potion’s classroom. He was quickly retrieving equipment and ingredients both by magic and by hand as he set up to brew the potion. He was grateful that Hermione was willing to brew with him because he loved having her there. He loved that they mostly brewed in comfortable silence. Minimal verbal exchanges passed between them and when they did talk it was usually something humorous or light that had nothing to do with the potion. When they brewed together it was as if their actions finished each other’s sentences. They ran like a well oiled machine.
However, this time he felt slightly uncomfortable and he wondered if she would notice. With less confidence than he typically had before brewing, he felt slightly stupid now for returning to their chambers to slide the small ring box from his nightstand into the front pocket of his trousers. He had been halfway to the potion’s classroom when, on a whim, he decided that he should have it on him this evening, even though he didn’t have any particular plan. Reacting before he had given himself a moment to think, he felt foolish every time the box pressed his upper thigh. This ring that he hadn’t given much thought into bringing was giving him anxiety. He quickly decided to remove the box and he placed it on a high shelf between some scales.
Severus began chopping away and had nearly all of the ingredients prepared when Hermione entered the lab at quarter to seven. She was removing her teaching robes and Severus glanced at her as she transfigured them into a crisp, white apron to wear over her clothes. Hermione then twisted her hair into a knot and secured it at the nape of her neck. She preferred brewing this way.
Severus smiled at her in greeting as he worked. Hermione drank in the sight of him as she joined him at the lab bench. His trousers hung from his hips and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, revealing the faint twisting of the scars there. His sleeves had been rolled up to expose his milky skin and muscular forearms. Hermione was eternally grateful that at this point in his life he reserved his frock coat and formalwear for special occasions in favor of adopting a more casual look. There was little Hermione believed to be sexier than watching him brew in this state.
It looked as if the prep work was nearly all done. Vials and small dishes were lined up along the cauldron in preparation. “What can I do?” She asked as she read the recipe once more from the board.
“Begin combining the first three ingredients in the cauldron. Stir well,” he replied as he chopped. Hermione did as he said and set her wand to stir. She watched as he tidied his chopping board and vanished any leftover mess. He began adding ingredients to the stirring cauldron.
“Thank you for brewing with me,” he said as he tapped at the cauldron with his wand to raise the flame. “It’s always immensely better when your here rather than doing it alone.” Hermione found herself blushing at his kind words. She smiled.
“I always enjoy brewing with you. I learn so much from watching you work,” she trailed the back of her hand over the front of his shirt. “And let me tell you, you are sexy as all hell when you’re working.” She bit her bottom lip.
Severus chuckled and smoothed her hair back, allowing his hand to travel down her neck to her back. He squeezed her arse which started her slightly. He pulled her body closer to his. “And you are absolutely breathtaking,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke to her. “You always take my breath away.”
His lips found hers in a gentle kiss. She leaned into his touch as Severus tilted her head back and revealed the column of her throat. His tongue slid between her throaty moans and he quickly deepened the kiss. He held her body firmly to his until he thought he might clear the countertop with the flick of his wand and put her on top of it rather than brew this potion. He had to break the kiss in order to exclude the thought of stripping her and spreading her legs on the table from his mind.
Hermione smirked naughtily at him as they pulled apart. Severus chuckled as he added another ingredient to the boiling cauldron. The cauldron reacted by producing a foamy bubble which then returned to a typical boil after several moments.
Before long, the potion was acting just as it should and had been set to stew on the bench. Severus sat back on a stool, ringing his hands in his lap. Hermione leaned against the lab bench. Her hair was beginning to frizz from the steam in the air and she tucked a rogue curl behind her ear. She picked up her journal from the counter and began writing some potion’s notes.
Severus watched her for a long tine. His demeanor was cool, but truthfully he could not stop thinking about the ring box on the high shelf. He rapped his fingertips against his knee for a moment before standing up and looking at the scales. Hermione looked up from his movements.
“Do you need a scale?” Hermione asked after she had watched him stare at the high shelf for a minute.
“No,” Severus said quickly. “I’m just looking.”
She nodded before returning to her notes. Severus took a deep breath and quickly snatched the box. As covertly as he could, he slid the box back into his front pocket and turned around to face her.
“Is everything alright?” A quizzical expression was on Hermione’s face.
“Fine, yes,” Severus said as he approached the potion. He remained composed as he gave the cauldron a few manual stirs before placing the stirring stick back on the counter.
It was nearly midnight and the potion needed little more than periodic watching. Every half hour or so they added a splash more of duodenum extract to the cauldron and kept a slow boil bubbling. Hermione cut through the silence with a loud yawn.
“If you’d like to head to bed I can finish this,” he began but Hermione quickly interrupted.
“No, thank you, but I’d prefer to stay and finish this,” she said and Severus nodded in acknowledgment of her choice. There were at least four more hours left in the brewing cycle, however, and Severus knew he could not meander about with the presence of the ring box torturing him. Since she had elected to stay with him, he resolved that there was no other time to act than now. Severus took a steadying breath as he watched her writing in her book.
“When is the last time I told you that I love you?” His voice was rushed and made Hermione feel slightly confused. She put her quill in her mouth as a she thought.
“Um, this morning I think. When I was brushing my teeth,” she replied.
“Yes, that’s right. Too long ago, as I suspected,” he replied as he walked towards her. Suddenly there was a gritty quality to his voice and a sultry look in his eye. As he approached, he was smoldering. Hermione closed her notebook and placed it on the counter as her eyes locked with his. He stopped an inch away from her and Hermione had to tilt her head back in order to look up at him. He grazed her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Hermione,” he swallowed, “I love you more than I ever knew I could love anyone. Every day I am grateful for you and what you have added to my life.” He took a deep breath as he caresses her soft skin. He then took his hand in hers. “Will you be my wife?” He didn’t take his eyes off of her as his right hand dove into his pocket to retrieve the small ring box. As he opened it, he held it between them. “Please, marry me.”
As if he had just remembered there was one other thing he needed to do, he dropped to one knee before her. However, as soon as he was looking up at her Hermione pulled him back to his feet and began kissing him passionately. As she broke the kiss she said “of course” against his lips. Smiles were plastered on both of their faces and they kissed between their words.
Severus took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her delicate finger. He gazed at it there, turning her hand in his, before grabbing her waist and placing her on the lab bench beside the potion. She jumped as it nearly boiled over and Severus quickly flicked his wand to lower the heat.
“Shit!” He muttered as the flame lowered. Hermione chuckled and pulled him back to her. He stood between her splayed thighs and they kissed intensely. His hands did not still on her. They were in her hair, caressing her back, moving over her thighs- he was everywhere. He was devouring her and she didn’t mind in the slightest.
Finally, panting, she pushed him away. “We have to concentrate on this potion, Severus. But as soon as we are back in our rooms you are mine.” The last three words rolled from her tongue slowly and he could feel his erection straining in his trousers.
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