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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10439 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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
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When Snape returned home he walked in with a cool disposition; one you not might expect from a man whose frustration had made his head feel as if it had just erupted into flames. He paced through the small house to the kitchen, opened a cabinet and shut it again without removing any item. He walked back through to the sitting room and sat in the brown wing back chair. His right leg moved to cross over the left. He bounced his foot once, twice, then placed the foot on the floor to reach over to the coffee table to retrieved the book he’d placed their earlier. He opened the book, crossed his legs again, bounced his foot once, twice, then leaned forward to return the book to the table. A look of pure agony played across his face.
He sat back in his chair and gazed momentarily at the shelf across the room. After a few moments he stood and walked across the room to pluck a book from his shelf. He returned to his chair and and opened his copy of Potions: Process, Product, and Practicum.
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A week had passed since Hermione’s last run in with Professor Snape. She didn’t know what to make of the odd night in the park. She tried not to read much into Snape’s actions, after all he was known for being brutish in social situations. Hell, he was a right prat. But for whatever reason Hermione couldn’t shake the feeling that his discomfort betrayed his typically blasé attitude.
Hermione wasn’t sure whether or not she should feel stupid for telling him her potion idea. In all honesty though, he seemed so shocked that she was willing to talk with him that she wasn’t sure he had actually listened to a thing she’d said. As Hermione fixed her cup of tea, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing now. Or what he did in his off time. After having left his teaching post, Snape had become even more reclusive. From the gossip she heard around, it had been only quite recently that he started heading out into public again. She couldn’t imagine that he would have stopped brewing, and imagined he probably worked on private projects. She vaguely remembered overhearing in a pub that he was doing some consulting and commission work for various companies and medical research agencies in both the wizarding and muggle world.
She took a sip of her hot tea and leaned back against her chair, tucking her feet beneath her. She placed the mug on the side table and picked up her copy of Potions: Process, Product, and Practicum.
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After several hours of reviewing and perusing several different potions books, Snape descended into his basement lab. A sheet of parchment was rolled out across the lab bench, held down at the corners by various vials and one leg of his cauldron. His spidery scrawl marked the page as he leaned over to review his notes.
Yes. He thought to himself as he reread, and made a few more scratches. This will certainly work.
Snape had spent more time than he had planned analyzing the compatibility of the ingredients list and adjusting the ratios and recipes to blend the two potions. He could see himself, as if he were an actor in a movie, making the potion laid out before him. He could visualize each step as his eyes raked the page. He knew it would certainly work.
Suddenly, as he imagined himself making Hermione’s potion, his mind wandered and he began to imagine her standing in the doorway to his lab. The light from the open basement door flooding down the staircase and cloaking her beautiful frame in light. In his mind’s eye he could see the beautiful silhouette of her walking toward him. No one was ever allowed into his private lab, but for some reason, he didn’t think to stop her. He watched as she came toward him and stopped beside him at the lab bench. She placed her hands on the table and looked down at the parchment before turning her beautiful face up at him; her smile bright enough to light the entire room.
He shook himself out of his revere and felt the lump that had lodged in his throat. He beat his chest to release the cough, shaking his head to rid the daydream. He hastily folded the parchment and touched it into his pocket before setting the room back to rights.
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Hermione eyes darted across the book titles that graced the leather bound spines. She had been browsing in the bookshop for the better part of an hour, hoping to find something that may help her plan a trial run for her potion. After leaving Hogwarts, she continued to brew at home. She found the process therapeutic and relished in the chemistry of it all. She took pride in her potions and projects, stocking her home with homemade versions of standard potions and sometimes creating things in her kitchen. She had all the standard items she needed to brew at home and was quite comfortable in her kitchen lab.
She pulled a second book from the shelf and walked to the counter to make her purchases. The wizard behind the counter smiled as he cashed out her new books. Hermione thanked him and turned to leave. As she went to move towards the door she heard a small bell, indicating that someone had opened the door before her. He had taken one step over the threshold when they both froze, inches from one another. Hermione eyes met him at chest height, and she watched as his chest rose and fell once, twice. She could see his heart speeding in his chest. She worked up the nerve to tilt her face upward and looked into his eyes.
“Miss Granger” he said with a small tilt of the head, his voice slow and melodious. His tone bore no hint at his emotion, but Hermione could swear there was a small smile in his eye.
“Professor Snape” she recovered as she made to step back. “I..I..I’m surprised to find you here.”
He stared down at her. “Miss Granger. We have been running into one another far to often for the past month so I’m not surprised in the least.” His eyes moved about the room. “Also, this is a book store. No one would be surprised to find either of us in a bookstore. I’m sure you’ve likely been here for the better part of an hour.”
Hermione felt a slight blush spread across her face and her lips parted in a shy smile. “Yes well, I must be going now. It’s always a pleasure...”
“Stay. Here.” Snape’s interjection left her glued to the spot. She watched as he walked past her to the counter, where the clerk handed him a package wrapped in brown paper. Snape thanked the man and walked back toward Hermione.
“Come with me.” The whisper of his voice barely registered in her mind as it grazed past her ear. He opened the door and left without turn back. Hermione, still glued to the spot, was unsure of what to do next. If history had taught her anything, however, it was not to anger the man, and after a brief hesitation, she followed him through the door and onto the busy sidewalk.
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