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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10431 -:- 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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Hermione fell into step behind Severus Snape as he turned a corner, easily needing two or three steps to keep up with one of Snape’s long, hasty strides. Just when she realized how foolish she felt for nearly running behind him, she noticed his pace had begun to slow and she was able to fall into step beside him
“What is this all about?” Confusion and a slight hint of anger glimpsed behind her eyes.
“Shh” Snape spat.
Hermione nearly stopped; her mouth dropping open with indignation. “I’m sorry Professor but the way you sometimes talk to people is just...”
“Shh.” He turned to face her and she felt his pointer fingers fall across her lips, effectively shushing her with shock. She looked down at his hand and then up into his face. Snape pulled his finger away and as he did so he allowed his hand to skim down her right arm, wrapping his hand around her small wrist. He looked into her eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
“What? I..I don’t know, I mean I suppose but,” she huffed. “I would say this has all been highly unconventional.”
“I want to show you something.” He bent slightly to better look into her bright eyes. As he stared at her he could sense her taking purchase of his request, and held out his arm, clearly suggesting that she take it and apparate with him. Hermione searched his eyes for any signal or clue as to what he was doing, but after a moment’s hesitation she resolved to take his arm.
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Hermione followed her former professor down the street until they reached a small house. It looked to her as if they were somewhere on the outskirts of London, not significantly far from her flat. She followed him up the steps.
“Is this where you live?” Hermione asked; genuinely curious and intrigued by the quaintness of the place.
“I recently moved here,” he stated. “I just wanted a little...place in the world to call my own.”
He gestured for her to follow him inside. Once they had crossed into the house, Hermione’s eyes traveled around the room. She was in a bright, sunny sitting room and could see straight through to the kitchen and garden out back. It felt as if the place had been baked in light. The house was neat and tidy, with only a few specks of dust dancing in the late afternoon sunlight. Snape gestured for her to remove her cloak. She unfastened the clasp and thanked him with a small nod as he hung it next to his frock coat on a peg by the door.
She boldly stepped into the living room and towards a pile of books stacked on a side table next to a brown wing back chair. She wanted to crouch down to read the spines, but she fought back the urge.
“Would you like some tea?” Snape voice cut through the quiet. He looked as if he had never offered someone a cup of tea in his life, but Hermione was certain that couldn’t be true.
“Yes, thank you” she said sweetly as she made her way toward a tall bookshelf.
As he went to the kitchen, she took in the beauty that was his book collection. After several moments of staring she realized she ought to take a seat as to not appear nosy. The pile of books on the side table suggested that the brown wing back was likely then professor’s usual place, and she elected to sit on the grey loveseat opposite the chair.
Snape returned with the tea service and placed it on the coffee table. As he sat across the table from her, she heard the hearth spring to life with an impressive bit of wandless magic. Hermione looked to the suddenly roaring fire, then back to her unlikely companion.
“Milk and sugar?” Snape asked politely.
“Just a splash of milk, please,” Hermione replied, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“A splash? Is this a watering hole? Perhaps a swimming pool?” Snape’s voice was suddenly full of condescendence.
A smile pulled at Hermione’s lips. “Oh it’s just a Muggle saying. It means just a bit.”
“I know what it means,” he replied, “I just prefer when people are clear and specific.” He added some milk to her mug and handed it to her across the table.
“I’ll be sure to measure what I consider to be a splash then the next time I fix my cup. That way we’ll know.” She took a sip of her tea and leaned back against the sofa. “You said you wanted to show me something?”
“Later,” he said. “Finish your tea first.”
They both continued to drink in near silence. Snape moved to refill his mug for a second cup, and Hermione held out hers indicating that she would also take some more. He poured her second cup and they sat back again.
“I didn’t expect your home to be so...bright” Hermione stated.
“Me either” said Snape.
Hermione smirked. She gazed over her mug at him and took another sip, unsure how to continue their conversation. The professor finished the cup and placed it on the tea tray. Hermione took one final swig from her mug and placed her cup on the tray beside his. Then, unsure of what to do next, she simply sat back and waited.
Hermione couldn’t be sure if 30 seconds or 30 minutes had past. Finally, he asked her “what did you buy at the bookstore?”
“The Magic and Science of Dreams and The History of Sleep Potions. I’m hoping something in there will give me some guidance. I’m trying to sort out if I can feasibly develop the potion I was telling you about last week” she explained.
Snape suddenly stood up and made his way to the staircase. Hermione could not imagine what he was thinking as he ascended the stairs. A short time later he returned and sat back in his place without saying a word.
Hermione scoffed; her eyes wide with shock at his lack of decorum with company.
“What?” He asked.
“What? What was that? Where did you go?”
“I had to get something” he mentioned as if nothing was odd.
“Right now? All of the sudden? I thought we were talking.” Hermione wasn’t sure why it mattered to her so much, but she was annoyed that he left her alone, even if it had just been for a moment.
“We are. I just needed to get something. So you were saying...” he gestured with his hand for her to keep talking.
“I was saying that I am trying to brew the potion I told you about. I am hoping to do a trial as soon as possible but there are some aspects I just don’t feel like I’ve sorted out yet” she explained.
Snape reached into his pocket and removed a folded and wrinkled piece of parchment and passed it to her across the table. With a look of confusion and hesitation, she reached out and took the paper from him. She carefully opened the parchment and began to read. Several minutes had passed by the time she looked up again.
“You..you think it will work?” She asked the question slowly; shock, uncertainty, and excitement waring for dominance on her face.
“Yes, it will certainly work. I worked it out several times. There is no doubt in my mind that this potion can be made, and it should do exactly as you described.”
So he was listening she thought to herself.
But in seriousness, she felt as if she could laugh and cry all at once. Snape’s features twisted on his face, unsure as to how he should react to the excited woman across from him.
“Have you made it?” She asked pertinently.
“No. It’s your potion” he explained.
“This is not my potion” the sound of shock evident in her voice. “You developed the entire thing. This is remarkable.” She allowed for her eye to return back to the spidery scrawl and Professor Snape sat back to watch her reading.
A few minutes later, and without fully thinking, he blurted, “we can brew it together if you’d like.” He suddenly felt as if he wanted to swallow his tongue.
Fuck what am I saying?
“I..I don’t know what is the appropriate way to proceed. I didn’t think you’d want to brew with me” she said, shock and uncertainty written all over her face.
Actually I’m not sure I do he thought, chastising himself. Merlin save me.
“I trust that you are still brewing. It’s a relatively simple potion now that it’s been worked out. It should be much trouble” he added.
“Have you tried to make it yet? Or while you were figuring this all out?” She wondered aloud.
“No”
“Why not?”
“It’s your potion” he stated flatly, his tone not warranting a rebuttal.
Hermione sat back, now making herself fully comfortable on the couch. She held the parchment in front of her, making to read it again. As she did this, Snape observed while she absentmindedly toed off her shoes and tucked her feet beneath her on the small sofa. She reached across her body to grab her left foot and scoot it more securely beneath her bum. Snape watched as her sock covered toes curled and unfurled. He observed the way one hand rested around the top of her ankle, the other holding the parchment. He let his gaze wander up her body until he could see the rise and fall of her chest. Watching her breathe was hypnotic.
A small voice finally swept him out of his daydream. “Professor Snape? Thank you,” she cooed, her eyes boring deeply into him. Once she realized she had his attention, she repeated her sentiment again, this time with a smile.
“The pleasure is all mine” Snape replied, as he stood to clear the tea things from the table.
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