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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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After several pints and many good laughs, Harry decided that he would walk with Hermione to her flat instead of returning home alone to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Ron, Luna, and Neville parted and went their separate ways. The late summer air was still warm and they enjoyed a slow walk home that was punctuated with laughter. Conversation always easily flowed between the two. Ever since Hermione lost her parents, Harry had felt even more like a brother.
Hermione unlocked her front door and wandlessly turned on the lights. She put her bag down by the door and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Harry toed his shoes off and sat down on the couch; stretching his legs out on the coffee table.
“Harry I just can’t believe that you and Ginny would do that in Mrs. Weasley’s laundry room!” She laughed as she prepared their tea.
“We didn’t think she would be home so soon! Ginny was half naked when she walked in and it was the nearest place to hide. I didn’t want to but..” Harry shrugged.
Hermione laughed as she sat down with their tea. She passed a mug to Harry. “You two are absolutely horrid.” She took a sip of the hot liquid. “Are you worried about being back at school with her?”
“Bloody excited,” Harry exclaimed with more joy than Hermione had expected. “We missed out on a hell of a lot of snogging hunting those horcruxes. I fully intend on catching up.” The smile on his face was ear to ear, and Hermione raised her mug to toast. Harry clinked his tea with hers and took a sip.
“Are you worried about being back at school with him?” Harry asked.
Hermione’s eyebrow rose. “With who?”
“Snape.”
“Snape? No, I’m not nervous about being back at school with him,” Hermione said.
Harry took a sip of his tea and eyed Hermione. “Does he know we’re all going to be there?” Harry asked.
“Yes, he does,” Hermione replied carefully.
“And how does he feel about dealing with our lot again?” Harry chuckled as he asked the question.
“He actually said that he though what Professor McGonagall said in the letter made sense. But I still don’t think he’s thrilled.” Hermione said.
Harry nodded in understanding.
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Hermione tried to go to sleep after Harry left. She was tired, but it was nearing midnight and she just couldn’t seem to quiet her mind. She sat up in bed reading, but couldn’t focus on the page long enough to absorb anything. She kept thinking about what the upcoming week would hold, how returning to Hogwarts would feel, and most pressingly, how she was going to interact with Professor Snape.
She replaced her book on the bedside table and thought about apparating to Spinner’s End. She knew Professor Snape wouldn’t mind, but midnight was later than she had ever shown up before. Worried she would lose her nerve, she climbed from bed and deemed her pajamas acceptable, since they were just light and loose grey pajama pants and a T-shirt, and put on her trainers. She reset her wards and apparated to Professor Snape’s front door.
When she steadied herself from the feeling of being sucked through time and space, she went to knock lightly before entering. Snape, however, was at the door before she had a chance to even make a fist.
“It’s late,” he drawled.
“I thought you were probably missing me,” she said sweetly.
“Ah, projection,” he said flatly, “a tool used by every person who doesn’t want to admit to their feelings.”
He turned to walk back inside and Hermione followed, closing the door behind her as she entered. She toed off her shoes and curled up on his couch.
“Wine or tea?” He asked as he walked past.
“A small glass of wine, please,” Hermione replied as she picked up the book lying face down and open on the table. Not surprising, he had been reading when she interrupted.
He returned and sat next to her on the couch, passing her a wineglass and having a sip of his own. “Your bed was probably going to seem lonely anyhow” he said.
“Projection,” she replied with a smirk and took a sip from her glass. Snape sneered and grabbed her foot, giving it a little squeeze.
Professor Snape began mindlessly rubbing Hermione’s foot and ankle. The two sat in comfortable silence for some time; enjoying their wine and the other’s presence. Finally, Hermione drained her wine and Snape looked at her, expecting her to speak. Her face made it evident that she was harboring a question.
“What?” He asked when she didn’t speak.
“Nothing.”
“You’re wondering what it will be like,” Severus said.
Hermione sighed. “I told you not to enter my head like that,” she said.
Severus laughed. “I didn’t. I can read your face. If I used legilimency on you, trust me, you’d know.”
Hermione turned to face him. “I’m worried it will be...awkward. Uncomfortable. I don’t know.” Her shoulders dropped and he tilted her chin upwards; forcing her to look into his eyes.
“I did a lot of thinking about this today, too, Hermione,” he said honestly. He was so compelling that she could not have looked away if she wanted to. “I’ve gotten used to having you here; having you come and go; just having you,” he rubbed her thigh. She listened intently and waited for him to get to his point.
“Hermione, if we want to spend time together, we have to be strategic about this. At the very least we cannot lose our heads around other people. Publicly I have no choice but to get on with you in the same manner I would with anyone else.”
His heart broke when her face dropped. “But,” he continued, “I can promise you that it’s not because I want it this way. And I think we can make something work. We have to... I just don’t think it will as easy as we’d like.”
Hermione's dissatisfaction with his response was evident, but she understood. She nodded. “Yes, you’re right. We will figure it out.”
Professor Snape pulled her across his lap and she curled against him. He kissed her temple. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight. Once it got late I didn’t think you would.”
She smiled against his chest. “I already told you once before. It’s only because your bed is softer than mine. And you have nice pillows.” He laughed as he brought her even more tightly into his fold.
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