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Broken Wings	By : emerald_sparrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2379 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“That one’s going to be trouble,” Hermione told Snape under her breath, leaning toward him.
“No doubt,” Snape murmured in response, brow arching as a boy with a puffed-up chest swaggered from the Sorting Hat stool to the Slytherin table.
“I’ll enjoy docking points from your house this year.” She took her mug and sipped at her pumpkin juice, using it as a way to cover her wicked smirk.
He slashed a foreboding look at her. “Professor Granger, your threats lack conviction.”
McGonagall cleared her throat and shot them a look of displeasure. “Enough, the both of you. Pay attention.”
“Apologies, Headmistress,” Hermione replied instantly, her voice properly contrite. She nudged Snape’s foot under the table, and he nodded his agreement to her statement.
They watched as child after child was sorted, and then McGonagall arose to give the welcoming message.
“We are delighted for our new students to be sorted into their respective houses,” McGonagall began. “After the abysmal events at the end of last year, we are looking forward to beginning anew.”
Hermione froze, her body rigid. Snape did not turn his head. Cursing inwardly at Minerva’s decision to bring up the incident and bring Hermione’s memories surging back, he reached for her underneath the table, his hand covering her forearm and squeezing. It was not in him to comfort, but he had grown rather skilled at it during his care of her. He had realized, without pointing it out to her, that he was her lifeline; she had grown to rely on him. Not as if she were not her own, independent woman - because she was and always would be a fierce Gryffindor lioness - but as if he were her partner. They had, he thought with a dry laugh, become extremely close friends. And he was enjoying it, being needed. Curse his selfishness, but he ached for her to need him.
He could feel her struggling to draw in ragged breaths, trying to maintain composure and focus on her present setting, rather than imagining that she was pinned beneath a dragon. She let out a soft gasp, and suddenly her hand was wrapping tightly around his.
“Breathe,” he murmured, his fingers curling around hers. His eyes scanned the students, but all were focused on McGonagall as her speech continued. He squeezed Hermione’s hand as he felt her pounding heartbeat calm, and gently extricated his hand from hers.
“And now - dessert!” McGonagall concluded, hands clapping twice. The Great Hall filled with delicious scents, and the eager children reached out excitedly.
Hermione sat up straighter in her seat and cleared her throat. “Thank you,” she said softly, not looking at him.
He lifted his spoon. “Always,” he replied, then froze. What had he just said to Hermione Granger? And what did it mean was going on inside of him. He shook it off uncomfortably and looked up to see the same boy Hermione had pointed out earlier preparing to fling a scoop of pudding at a small girl behind him.
    Lifting his wand, he swished and the pudding flew from the spoon up into the air and down onto the boy’s face. The children around him began to laugh, and the boy began laughing too. He was too young and too fresh to have the pride of the older Slytherins.
    Snape heard a soft laugh from beside him, and as his eyes met Hermione’s, his breath caught. There was no sign of the trauma she’d felt minutes ago. She was looking up from beneath her lashes at him, biting her lower lip. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
    “I told you so,” she informed him.
    A smile toyed at his lips. “So you did.”
    “Next time, I ought to bet a few sickles on it.” She picked up her spoon. “Then you’ll be losing House Points and your pocket change.”
    He pursed his lips. “You have an incredible gift of trying my patience at every turn,” he informed her curtly. “Why do I put up with you?”
    Their gazes held and for a moment he wondered with trepidation if his jest had hurt her feelings; but no, he realized swiftly. She was eyeing him with almost hooded eyes, causing heat to spread throughout his body. Their attraction was palpable, and their toying had reached its height within the past week as he’d intentionally set to clueing her in on his want of her, and coaxing from her the mutual feeling she had for him.
    “Between the two of you, I have a dreadful feeling these hourglasses will not hold up,” McGonagall said, breaking their moment as she referred to the House Points counter. “I would appreciate it if you kept yourselves in check and acted with decorum.” Her voice was stern.
    “Minerva, we shall endeavor to keep our feud contained,” Snape promised her in overly sincere tone, causing Hermione to throw her head back and laugh. Snape’s head snapped around to stare at her, and even McGonagall was gaping at her.
    She was coming back to them. Bit by bit, Hermione was overcoming.

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    “Are you ready for this?” Snape asked her, as they stood outside her chamber door.
    She leaned back and sighed, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I think I am,” she told him. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes again, something he seemed to enjoy watching her do, if the way his eyes heated was any indication.
    “I know you are,” he stated confidently. He reached out and traced the same lock of hair she’d pushed behind her ear. “You’ve done remarkably well.”
    She flushed at his compliment. “It’s because of you, Severus. You were there for me, when no one else was. You… you brought me back.” She stared up at him, her eyes boring into his. “I can never begin to thank you enough.” She lifted her hand tentatively, not wanting to scare him away, and stroked his cheek before resting her hand on his shoulder. “But… I can try?” Standing on her tiptoes, she brushed a soft, chaste kiss against his lips. With a sweet smile, she turned and turned the handle to her chamber.
    “Not so fast,” he growled, and spun her around to face him. His mouth descended on hers hungrily, his hands squeezing around her upper arms.
    A soft moan escaped her. Finally, she thought. Finally, she was kissing him, this man who had done so much for her. This man who’d become her best friend and the one whom she’d craved and feared she’d lost after the incident.
    Her hands tangled in his hair and she pressed herself against him, ecstatic to feel the evidence of his reciprocated feelings against her hip. A shiver ran through her body.
    His mouth moved down her jaw to her neck, and her head fell back against her door. Her eyes fluttered as his surprisingly soft lips pressed to the delicate skin of her throat. It was everything she had dreamed of, and more. His hard body against hers, his hot breath scorching her.
    “I don’t want to rush this,” he murmured against her shoulder, his hands massaging her waist.
    “Then don’t,” she whispered, cupping his face and bringing his lips to hers.
    He broke from her, his hands going back to her upper arms to hold her at arm’s length. “Tomorrow is the first day. We need to hold off.” He sounded reluctant, but decisive.
    She stared at him in disbelief. “Severus Snape, are you turning me down?” her voice was mock-petulant as her hands went to her hips.
    “I’m hard as a bloody rock, witch,” he growled. “I will have you.” His words brooked no argument.
    “I need you.” She ran her hands up his chest. “Will you just stay, until I fall asleep?” Her eyes held a wicked gleam.
    Ignoring his better judgment, he moved forward and wrapped her in his arms. “Methinks there’s a bit of Slytherin in you, woman.”
    Her hands encircled his waist, and her hands slid down to clutch his arse. “Mmm…” she hummed as she stretched to press kisses to his throat. “There will be.”
    A dark laugh escaped him as he pressed forward, reaching behind her to open the door to her chambers. “It’s going to be more than ‘a bit’,” he promised silkily.
    And then, the teasing ended as the door clicked and locked behind them.
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