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The Weaving	By : Jmedea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7955 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione had felt the first strike of the crucio. She could see Severus standing before that thing like she was standing right there with him.
She had known that this what it would be like. She had known as soon as she had started the casting what the probably consequences for her would most likely be.
As the pain took her and her limbs gave out, she had no regrets. She had bought them time, time they desperately needed and if she saved him at the same time, well, it was worth it. She was fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but he…he deserved so much more.
She felt the world slipping away from her and vaguely heard the cries of people around her, but she didn’t have it in her to pay attention. Her mind was on him. She saw his lips start to move and his wand begin to dance before she faded into the darkness.
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Everything hurt. Consciousness came back to her slowly. Her muscles ached as if she had been running obstacle courses for the last week. Something beeped mechanically nearby and she was wrapped in something hard and warm.
Trying to open her eyes proved more of a challenge than Hermione Granger would have liked.
She tried to move her hands to investigate what was wrapped so tightly around her, but couldn’t do more than give them a twitch.
Slowly, ever so painfully, she finally managed to turn her head a little and get one of her eyelids open at least a fraction.
She was in a hospital, that much was obvious. The beeping noise seemed to be coming from a machine by the bed. Who knew a wizarding hospital would use something so…muggle?
And the thing wrapped around her, turned out to be a person.
Severus as a matter of fact. Who seemed to be deeply asleep, holding on to her for all the world like he thought she might disappear.
“Severus…”
Her throat felt like a desert, like she hadn’t had water in years.
And why did she hurt so badly, had there been an accident? She couldn’t remember, it was just right outside of her memory’s reach…
But Severus was holding her, here, in public, so things must not be too bad, right?
This time, she got both her eyes open and took a minute to take stock.
She hurt and was sluggish, but she wondered how much of that was because of the drugs that seemed to be dripping into her from the bag that hung nearby.
She tried again, “Severus…?”
This time his eyes snapped opened, looking directly into hers. The relief was palpable.
“Hermione, oh gods, my sweet Hermione…” His hands danced over her face and her arms, seeming to check that she was all there.
“Nurse…! Nurse…! She’s awake! Get in here…!”
Medical personnel spilled into the room and pushed him off the bed and out of the way.
Hermione was still confused, but her eyes held his and she was content enough with the fact that he was there that she could relax and try to answer the questions that the doctors and nurses started asking her.
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Hermione was firmly ensconced in Severus’ rooms. The doctors had cleared her to leave St. Mungoes. Apparently there was very little they could do after the pain broke down a bit more. They likened the curses that had rebounded onto her like lactic acid. The magic had built up in her body and while they had dealt with the immediately consequences of the curses as they had happened, which is the only thing that had saved her life, there was nothing they could do about the lingering magic that simply had to dissipate over time. They had recommended heating pads, hot baths, massage and dark chocolate to combat the lingering effects.
Severus had not left her side once.
They still hadn’t really talked about any of it, but it seemed like an unspoken agreement that other things needed to come first.
Harry was still at St. Mungoes, in much worse shape than Hermione.
While Severus had been able to work crucial magic against Voldemort, keeping him distracted long enough for the Boy Who Lived to step in and throw that final, necessary curse.
The Order had broken in just at the right moment, but everyone was battered and bruised from the fight. Harry had been hit by several curses and the final showdown with Voldemort had nearly done him in. He was recovering, but he had a long way to go.
Ron, who had fought by his side the whole time, had also been hit by a number of curses and had spent his own time at St. Mungoes, before returning home to the Burrow.
While everyone seemed rather confused about why Snape was hovering over Hermione, everyone seemed too busy or hurt to really say much of anything.
So it was with little fuss that once cleared, Severus had bundled Hermione carefully up in some woolen blankets and carefully holding her in his arms, apparated them back to his rooms at Hogwarts.
Hermione had done nothing but sleep for several days, only waking up long enough to stumble slowly to the loo and to sip at the water and soup that Severus always had waiting for her.
He kept the fire blazing and brought in every sort of pillow that could be imagined. When he was not curled around her in the bed, he made sure her body was bolstered by the pillows. At night, when she woke from the pain, he was there to firmly rub her back and her arms and her legs for hours until the magic let her go for a while again.
On the eighth day, she finally woke up enough to ask for a bath. Severus ran the water and then came back to help her get her clothing off. She had been in nothing but one of his shirts, which was several sizes too big, and a pair of panties, since he had brought her back. The situation could have been weird or awkward. Yes, they had had sex and he had seen all of her, but this was a different sort of vulnerability. But somehow…it just wasn’t.
He watched her almost obsessively. Even in her sleep, she knew he was there, just within reach if he was needed. He had refused to talk to anyone, and Dumbledore had finally come and sat in his sitting room to get the final details of the last minutes before the final confrontation out of him. Shacklebolt had come as well and Severus had given them a few brief minutes, though both Dumbledore and Shacklebolt could tell that his attention was not on the details, but on the woman in the bedroom. They had finally left him in peace.
Once her clothing was off, Severus sat her gently back onto the bed and stripped his own clothing off. It took Hermione a moment to fully realize that she had never really seen him fully unclothed. That night before the final battle, he had mostly had his clothing on until the final moments and by that point, she had been so consumed with passion that other than momentary impressions, she had never really gotten to take him all in.
He was a lot bigger seeming without clothes on. The full set of formal robes he wore over the traditional, Victorian, high necked suits covered wide shoulders and a slim waist. While he could certain stand to gain a few pounds, he was heavy with muscle and scars upon scars upon scars…
She had to reach out and grab him to make sure that he was really there and this wasn’t really a dream.
He came back to her and sank down on his knees between her legs and let her just run her hands over his face and his hair. She knew she was crying and realized that this was probably a delayed reaction, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She allowed herself to tumble off the bed and throw herself somewhat awkwardly into his arms, straddling his hips, pressing her body as close to his as she could.
They stayed like that until she had cried herself out. His heat gradually sinking into her body, soothing her muscles from the pain that never quite went away and she realized that he was rubbing her back, crooning softly to her.
Finally, when there were no tears left for her to cry, he stood up and carried her into the bathroom. He settled both of them in the massive, cast iron tub that he must have filled magically with hot water. Tucked up under his chin, they stayed in that tub, not saying a word, until the heat gradually dissipated and his body heat wasn’t enough to keep her warm.
Once more he picked her up and pulled her out of the tub, casting a quick charm to dry them without towels. Carrying her back to bed, he laid her down and crawled under the covers with her. Curling his big body around her, she felt good for the first time in a very long time.
She let one of her fingers trace his high cheek bones and the broad curve of his brow. Drifting down his hooked nose, she traced his lips and gave herself the pleasure of slipping her hand into his hair. Not at all greasy, the soft, silky strands trailed through her fingers easily and she realized that his hair had grown much longer. He probably hadn’t had time to trim it in a while and she found that she liked the longer length.
And for once she didn’t immediately fall asleep again and she found that she had so much to say to him.
When she had woken up and found him gone that first morning, she had known where he had gone and known that it had started. She had caught glimpses of him throughout that long day and had had at least some knowledge of what he was going through.
She had been so scared. She had alerted the Headmaster and Harry and had left for headquarters to get ready.
And she had realized that she had never gotten to tell him how much she loved him. And ultimately, that was the most important thing. How had they shared that night without her making sure that he knew? What had scared her so much such a short time again seemed to be the only thing that mattered.
She was pretty sure he knew…it seemed fairly obvious after everything she had done, but…
And she realized that she didn’t even care if he loved her back the way that she loved him. He obviously felt something, otherwise the past week wouldn’t have happened. He wouldn’t have been the first thing she had seen when she woke up and he wouldn’t have taken care of her ever since. Severus was not a man to do something just out of gratitude. It was one of the things she loved so much about him. He wouldn’t be forced into social niceties easily.
She snuggled closer into his body. He was staring down at her, letting her take her time touching him. His eyes were heavy lidded and she could feel his erection pressing up between her legs. There was no pressure from him to do anything about it though and he seemed content just to be petted. Her body was warm and loose for the first time after what felt like ages and she was able to relax and just enjoy laying there.
“I love you, you know.”
Maybe not the most romantic declaration, but it needed to be stated and she needed to say it.
His face didn’t change, but he gathered her even closer and gently rolled onto his back, carrying her on top of him. Her legs fell off his hips, and the tip of his arousal touched her center, which she found was already wet.
She scooted back, pushing back to let him slide inside her tight channel.
They both hissed in the pleasure and looking up, she realized that he hadn’t expected that. She rolled her hips slowly, fucking herself slowly on his length. He arched beneath her and she felt him dig his ankles into the mattress to give himself better leverage to work with her.
She sat up slowly, forcing him deeper inside of her and a groan rumbled through his big chest.
Slowly she began to ride him in earnest, letting her hands trace over the scars on his chest, down his pectoral muscles, to the deeply defined muscles in his abdomen.
The heat between her legs grew slowly this time, her body taking the time it needed to build her pleasure.
One of his own hands slipped down to where they were joined and gently, oh so gently, plucked at her clitoris.
The heat exploded slowly, in a long wave that rolled through her entire body. She let her body fall over his, letting her forehead rest on his as his own rhythm picked up and he found his own pleasure deep inside her languorous body.
Both spent, she remained draped over him, his penis finally slipping out of her when he was fully finished. Breathing heavily together, they didn’t move.
Finally, his hands came up from where they had gripped her bottom and cupped her cheeks. Pulling her face back, he gave her a hard stare.
“And I…you.”
It was enough.

A/N Sorry for the long delay! Life happened and things changed and so it goes. I hope you like it!
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