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Twenty Four Hours	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10678 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so. Original Characters are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 6
- 7
- 8
Now they were almost two months into the new working arrangement everyone had become used to Severus only being available once a week, and whilst they still didn’t like it the comments and dark looks Hermione’s team had been sending her way stopped as they became inured to the new routine.
After the embarrassment of the argument with Severus on that second week, her team seemed to come round to finally understanding that it wasn’t completely Hermione’s fault that their brilliant potion-maker wasn’t on hand at the drop of a hat but was still available at relatively short notice. Their re-inclusion of her into their ‘gang’ gave Hermione’s confidence enough of a boost that she was able to reassume the mantle of leader without worrying whether she was up to the task — an attitude perfect enough to ensure she was.
She was once again early into the laboratory and late home at night, her hand firmly back on the tiller, and she and Severus interacted only during the weekly meetings or when she joined her colleagues in the laboratory afterwards for some less work-related conversation. There were never any private discussions in her office and although relations between the two of them were coolly cordial and strictly professional, there were no arguments either.
The trials the teams had been conducting around the world continued to pay huge dividends, the virus finally treatable, if not yet completely beaten — in laboratory conditions, at least. Everything was going so well that extended trials were due to start any day, with Severus working at Spinner’s End on several slightly revised potions based on information gathered by the various teams during the trials.
Now that everything had settled, Hermione actually found herself wondering whether she should have just arranged this current working pattern of Severus’ with him in the first place. Maybe if she had gone to him with the request that he attend only a weekly meeting, he might have been more amenable to joining and she wouldn’t have had to undergo the trial — as she now thought of the twenty-four hours she had spent under his control. Perhaps Severus would have signed up straight away, knowing that his precious obscurity wasn’t going to be compromised by helping; and, more importantly, she wouldn’t still be in this miserable position.
Although several weeks had passed, Hermione was no happier than she had been before Severus’ self-imposed exile. The truth was that she and Ron still weren’t clicking as a couple, and despite his continued insistence that the move to Hogsmeade and starting a family was the perfect next step for their relationship he was still showing no sign of actually wanting to increase their sexual activity or attempting to make their relationship closer. If anything, recent weeks had seen a decline back to pre-Severus conditions, with Ron citing his new job and what Hermione knew was a definite push-back against her burgeoning dominance in the bedroom as the reasons.
Hermione had no interest at all in having extended discussions about the interminable stock list of Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes, and in particular, what should take prominence in the new Hogsmeade store. Nor was she interested in discussions on the theme of whether it would be better for them to wait a few months after moving to think about having a baby, in order to give them a chance to settle in, especially if she was going to help in the shop, or whether a baby straight away would set the tone for their tenancy. Ron vacillated between the two possibilities almost daily, drawing up lists of pros and cons that Hermione was sure changed every time she actually bothered to listen to him.
It was an extremely frustrating time and was enough to send her back to her long hours in the laboratory rather than having to put up with her husband and his plans which, if Hermione was absolutely honest, were of no interest to her whatsoever, whichever way he tried to sell it.
But the real problem, that Hermione was trying valiantly not to admit, was that she missed Severus desperately and however hard she tried not to let it take over, it was beginning to subsume everything else. It wasn’t just the sex, either, despite the fact Hermione would have given almost anything for Severus to grab her and fuck her in the way he always used to before the split. No, she missed the intelligent conversations they used to have regularly and, although she would admit it even less, his light but firm hand guiding her and pushing her to achieve remarkable things within her career.
Even at his best, Ron could only manage doubt and uncertainty. The only thing he was firm on was that Hermione should give up her work to do whatever he decided for her, and Hermione knew that wasn’t the way she wanted to live, not even if she ended up burnt out from this current project.
Perhaps Severus wasn’t going to be the answer, not in the long term, but right now she would choose him over Ronald in every way, and that had to be enough — at least she hoped it would be enough.

When Severus arrived at the laboratory Hermione called him to her office, making clear that she didn’t expect him to refuse her request. Surprised at being summoned after their previous arguments, and sensing a subtle firmness in her tone that made him realise she was serious and that insubordination might lead to the previously mentioned dismissal despite his hallowed status within the team, he followed her, interested to hear what she had to say.
The door had been closed for less than two seconds before Hermione launched herself at him, pushing Severus towards the desk as her lips found his, forcing him into a kiss that was both ferocious and full of passion. Surprised at the forceful assault, Severus allowed himself to be manoeuvred, his heart racing as he realised Hermione was trying to unbutton his trousers. A moment of hope flared inside him, but he forced himself to calm down and be rational — one of them certainly had to be.
‘Hermione, what are you doing?’ he asked as the current kiss finished.
He grabbed the top of her arms, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
‘I need you, Severus. I want you so much. I need you to fuck me right here, right now.’
‘Everyone’s just outside the door,’ he reminded her.
‘I don’t care. I don’t care if everyone hears us. I want you to fuck me. You’re not leaving this office until you do.’
Severus surveyed her with an amused look. There was that trace of desperation about her again that always aroused him without fail. He was hopeful this meant a breakthrough, that Hermione had finally made her decision, and in his favour, too, but even just the sex would be acceptable right now. It had been far too long since they had last made love and he was more than ready. Since leaving Hogwarts Severus had never gone this long without hooking up with someone, but since he had got together with Hermione he hadn’t felt the urge to look elsewhere, certain that it would only be a matter of time before she finally saw sense. Now, with any luck, it had happened.
‘May I suggest a silencing charm,’ he said, with a wave of his wand to provide said charm.
‘I really don’t care as long as you fuck me hard,’ Hermione admitted, her hands once again back on his trousers, pulling his erection free of his clothes.
With a wolfish grin Severus took control, turning and pushing Hermione onto the desk, his hands sliding up under her skirt to find the unwanted knickers, their mouths locked as she lifted her bottom, assisting him with their removal.
‘Gods, I’ve missed you so much,’ she whimpered as his fingers pushed inside her, making sure she was ready for him before his cock followed.
Severus’ response was a hiss as their bodies joined, Hermione’s tight walls gripping his shaft firmly, squeezing and pulsing, already pulling him towards climax.
‘You feel so good,’ he told her.
Hermione smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she moved against him every bit as forcefully as he was doing with her.
‘I love you so much,’ she whispered. ‘Oh, gods, Severus, I love you!’
Then neither of them could talk anymore. Severus grunted loudly as he exploded, Hermione crying out as her own orgasm caught light from his, with a high wail.
Both panting, they finally ceased moving and stared at each other with undisguised lust.
‘Does this mean you’re finally ready to leave Weasley?’ Severus asked once he was able to talk.
Hermione climbed from the desk and retrieved her knickers, then stared at him for several long seconds before answering.
‘Yes! I love you, Severus . . . and I need you.’
Severus grabbed her once more, pulling her into an ardent kiss.
‘Finally, she sees sense,’ he said, sounding smug.
‘I need to find the right time to tell Ron, though,’ Hermione told him.
‘You mean he doesn’t already know about us?’ Severus sounded surprised and not particularly happy.
‘I’ve only just worked it out for myself,’ Hermione said. ‘Cut me some slack, please. I’m talking about giving up my entire life here, about ruining all Ron’s hopes and dreams for the future. I love you and I really do want to be with you — here or in the Muggle world, wherever you want to take me — but I need some time to sort things out and I need you to support me.’
Severus’ face hardened. ‘I am not going to carry on being your bit on the side until you decide the time is right to tell your husband it’s over. Either you want to be with me or you don’t, Hermione, it’s that simple — it’s always been that simple. If you’re serious about leaving Weasley then you’ll always have my full support, surely you know that? But you can’t let this ride — I won’t let you because it’s not fair on any of us. I’ll give you another month to tell him it’s over, otherwise that will be it for us, too. One month, or I’ll leave the project completely and you’ll never see me again.’
Hermione stared at Severus, feeling distraught at his ultimatum but knowing she now had no choice. She couldn’t risk losing him, not when the alternative was unhappiness and stagnation. It was going to be so hard to tell Ron, though.
‘I’ll see you next week,’ Severus said, all business again, and before Hermione could say anything else he opened the door and left the room.
Hermione watched him go, then used her wand to remove the silencing charm. It wasn’t needed any longer. She stared down at her desk, trying to process the overwhelming feelings inside her as tears ran down her face.

‘I take it you two were having another right old ding-dong in there,’ Osbert said, seeing Severus’ serious expression as he left Hermione’s office. He was getting himself a drink of water from the sink closest to the door. ‘Is everything okay?’ He gestured towards the closed door.
Severus shrugged and sighed. ‘Hermione’s a bit stressed out at the moment with everything that’s going on both here and at home. It’s making her argumentative and unable to accept constructive criticism. You know how it is — she’s got a short fuse that’s easily spent. She’ll be okay once she calms down. None of you need to worry.’ He walked towards the door of the laboratory and added, ‘I’m off now, I’ll see you next week.’
Osbert walked with him, clearly not ready to let Severus leave. Severus pushed down the urge to tell him to go away as the man trailed along beside him.
‘Perhaps you should try shagging her. That’ll shut her up,’ Osbert told him with a chuckle in what he obviously thought was a gruff man-to-man manner, followed by a wink and a nudge. ‘If you fuck her senseless she won’t be able to talk, let alone argue with you. End of problem.’
Severus studied him for a moment, wondering whether the somewhat gormless man knew what he and Hermione had been doing in the office, but soon realised he didn’t. This was obviously just some pet theory he wanted to expound on. Severus suspected he had already tried it out on Stephen and Jack previously, presumably without much success.
‘Yeah, I’m not sure that will help,’ Severus said slowly. ‘Anyway, I’m not that stupid . . . or that desperate. Hermione’s husband can sort her out. That’s what he’s there for.’
‘She’d have to go home for that to happen, though,’ Osbert pointed out. ‘I don’t really think Ron’s the sort of bloke to take control, if you know what I mean.’ He winked at Severus again and nudged him in the ribs.
Severus looked at him disgustedly. ‘I wouldn’t let Hermione hear you saying anything like that. She takes her relationship with Weasley extraordinarily seriously.’
‘Too seriously, perhaps?’ Osbert asked, dropping the act and finally getting to the point. ‘Is she going to leave the team, Severus? Her husband’s working at Wheezes now, isn’t he? We heard they were going to move to Hogsmeade.’
‘That is one potential plan,’ Severus conceded. As he saw the anxious expression on Osbert’s face he added, ‘However, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that. Even if Weasley does move to Hogsmeade, Hermione’s not going to give up on this team. It means far too much to her — you all mean far too much to her.’ He smiled. ‘Never fear, Hermione won’t let you down. I promise.’
‘But with all the stress and that—’
‘I told you, Hermione won’t let you down. If she goes with her husband to Hogsmeade it won’t be until after the project finishes — she won’t let anything get in the way of that. Anyway. with the results we’ve been seeing it’s not going to be too long before we move into clinical trials and then hopefully it will all be over, the virus will be contained and we’ll only have the remedial work left, working out how to eradicate it and seeing why it happened so nothing like it happens again.’
‘Will you still be with us?’ Osbert asked.
Severus considered the question for a couple of seconds, then shrugged. ‘Maybe, maybe not. I think my need to be here is coming to an end, and retirement and obscurity calls.’ Seeing Osbert’s face drop further he added, ‘I will stay until I’m not needed any longer but just remember that you were a fine team before I joined you. You achieved lots of good stuff — and you’ll be just as fine without me. Hermione knew exactly what she was doing when she chose you all and she made excellent choices.
‘Soon this will all be over and you’ll be moving onto bigger and better things, Osbert, having been part of a highly successful team. You should be celebrating, not worrying. I know the Minister sees me as some sort of security blanket and it’s got you all feeling the same way, but if anything it’s the other way round.
‘You lot and Hermione are the ones that have achieved everything, have battled every obstacle and overcome every problem to get where we are today. I’ve just added a few thoughts and brewed a few potions. I’m certainly no stronger than the team, and without me you would continue just as effectively.’
Osbert looked at Severus as if he didn’t believe what he was saying but eventually he gave a small smile and nodded. ‘Just make sure you don’t disappear without saying goodbye first.’
‘Oh don’t worry, you’ll hear me,’ Severus said with a grin. ‘Now, I have to go. I promised I would drop in and see Draco before I left. I’ll see you next week.’
‘She would miss you if you went completely,’ Osbert blurted out, going bright red. Severus looked at him with interest as he continued, ‘Hermione, I mean. I know the two of you argue a lot and she might not tell you, but she really does appreciate your talents.’
Severus smiled. ‘I know she does, and believe me, Osbert, I appreciate hers just as much.’
‘See you then,’ Osbert said. He raised his hand in farewell.
‘I’ll see you next week,’ Severus promised as he walked off down the corridor, relieved to finally be alone.

Hermione dried her eyes before leaving the toilet cubicle. She had been hiding out in here ever since her latest row with Severus, which had left her feeling anxious and unhappy once more.
She was well aware that another two weeks had passed since she had agreed to leave Ron for him, she didn’t need him to remind her that time was ticking away. But Severus seemed to have no concept of how difficult it was to talk to a husband whose only interest at the moment was his new shop and the stock that lay within it. Hermione couldn’t even get him to get involved in the everyday stuff they needed to discuss, let alone get him to stay around long enough to talk about their marriage. Severus was angry at what he perceived to be her continued stalling and she could understand why to some extent, but there was nothing she could do about it, especially at the moment, with Ron and his brother off checking out the new shop. She wasn’t even sure how long he was going to be gone.
Hermione had only managed to catch Ron for a couple of minutes before he disappeared off carrying a large holdall that suggested he would be away for more than a couple of days. He had brushed aside all her concerns, promising her that everything was under control and he would tell her all about it once he returned from his trip. This sounded suspiciously like he was organising Hermione’s life in a way she wasn’t going to be happy with, and it left her feeling anxious about what Ron was planning on top of everything else she was already having to deal with. But as Ron was currently in Hogsmeade she was stuck in a stalemate position until he returned home.
Severus getting annoyed with her really hadn’t helped her stress levels at all, and she still had a meeting with Kingsley to get through, which was just going to be a rehash of old ground as she had nothing new to report, and that was becoming ever more difficult to explain, too.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’
Hermione started at the sound of Lisa’s voice. She had thought she was alone in the bathroom. Panic-induced nausea rose within her at the thought that Lisa might have heard her crying, knowing how that would likely come across. The last thing she needed was her team thinking that she was cracking up and unable to cope.
As she left the cubicle Hermione tried to smile, hoping that her eyes weren’t red from the crying. Maybe she could get away with it.
‘I’m fine. Just trying to prepare myself for the meeting with Kingsley. It’s hard to think of different ways to say the same thing I’ve been saying for the last few weeks. It’s so difficult when everyone’s expecting me to give them the good news they’re waiting for. They don’t understand that it takes time and that until the results come through I don’t have any new information for them.’
‘I bet your argument with Severus didn’t help. That will have put you on edge too,’ Lisa said tentatively.
She was worried about Hermione after what appeared to be yet another massive row with their colleague and wanted to reassure her boss that the team still supported her however difficult her relationship with their star performer was, but wasn’t quite sure how to say it without being seen as interfering. She had also heard Hermione crying but knew that the woman would be likely be mortified if she mentioned it.
Hermione could feel her heart pounding as a wave of panic washed over her. Had the team heard what they had been arguing about? Probably not; after all, they had never heard before so this time was unlikely to be any different; they just knew they were arguing again.
She forced herself to calm down and give a small smile. ‘That seems about par for the course these days, I’m afraid. Severus has always been a cantankerous old bastard but I think he’s getting worse as he gets older.’
‘I thought it might have been something to do with your move to Hogsmeade,’ Lisa said. ‘We heard that Ron is taking over the joke shop up there and Severus does seem very keen that you push yourself in your career. I wondered whether he thinks you’re running away and it’s causing a bit of a clash.’
Hermione sighed. ‘There is a bit of that going on,’ she allowed.
‘I hope you don’t think I’m talking out of turn,’ Lisa said, sounding a little unsure, ‘but all this arguing and that, it’s not good for you, especially when you bottle it all up like you do, Hermione. You need to talk to someone about it — to a friend who will listen, who might be able to offer some sensible advice that you haven’t considered previously or will make clearer what you have. You’re always at the laboratory, you never take any time for yourself and that’s no good for your mental health — the only thing it’ll get you in the end is a padded cell.
‘You have so much to cope with already with this project and everyone’s expectations of you, so it’s no wonder that you’re finding it a struggle. If Severus — and your husband, come to that — are putting extra stress on you because of their expectations too, no wonder you’re having trouble if you’ve got no safety valve.’
Hermione knew what Lisa was saying was true — someone to share the anxieties and problems with would be extremely helpful, even if they gave no advice — but the truth was that there was no one like that in her life. At school her only real friends had been Harry and Ron; she had eschewed the traditional female friendships in order to help Harry with his destiny. The problem was that Harry was, and had always been, Ron’s friend first and foremost and her friend second, so there was no way she could discuss anything to do with her marriage without him becoming over-invested and no doubt angry on Ron’s behalf.
The same was true with the few women she talked to on a regular basis — both Ginny and Molly were too close to the problem and neither woman would be likely to understand Hermione’s dilemma when it was their brother/son that she was going to upset. The only other women she knew these days were the rest of the Weasley wives — who would be as much use as a chocolate fireguard — or the dozen or so women on the various virus teams, none of whom she could really consider as a friend or could confide the truth to about what was happening in her life.
‘How do you find someone like that?’ she asked morosely.
Hermione was aware that with her question she was opening herself up to Lisa more than she really should. But the truth was that she was exhausted from trying to deal with everything alone and any suggestions about where to find someone to talk to would be gratefully received.
‘Do you not have a best friend you could talk to?’ Lisa asked gently, her heart going out to the stressed and clearly unhappy woman standing in front of her.
Hermione shook her head, trying to surreptitiously wipe away a tear that had appeared in her eye as she admitted, ‘Ron and Harry are my best friends and it seems I can’t talk to either of them at the moment.’
Lisa frowned as she considered the problem, then she grinned. ‘If you just want to offload on someone you can always talk to me. I’m happy to listen, and I can keep a secret. Anything you tell me will stay strictly between you and me. You can tell me as little or as much as you want — however much you need to help you relieve the stress you’re under. I might not have any bright ideas, but at least you can get it off your chest without worrying about blowing a gasket in front of the others.’
Hermione tried to protest, knowing that she couldn’t open up to Lisa in the way the woman was suggesting, but Lisa was adamant that she could help. Putting her hand reassuringly on Hermione’s arm, Lisa glanced at her watch.
‘You’ve got an hour before your meeting with Kingsley so let’s go and get a cuppa and have a chat. If you don’t want to open up you don’t have to, but a bit of time away from the laboratory will do you some good. It’ll clear your mind, at least,’ she said kindly.
‘I ought to be getting back—’ Hermione started.
‘You’re not going to miss anything by being away for three-quarters of an hour, Hermione,’ Lisa pointed out, her smile still firmly in place. ‘Now come on. I promise you’ll feel better.
Somewhat reluctantly, Hermione followed her colleague out of the door.
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