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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10439 -:- 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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As Hermione rested in his arms, Severus relished in simply holding her. How did he ever survived all these years never truly holding someone like this? She was completely naked save for the pink bra. He trailed his fingertips over her exposed skin, tracing patterns in her flesh and memorizing the nuances of her body.
He noticed that she had a small birthmark on the back of her left shoulder. Her spine smoothly mapped a trail to two dimples at the small of her back. She had a small scar on the inside of her left arm, but it looked quite old.

His companion, who may have been asleep by now, he couldn’t quite tell, squirmed in his arms. She sat up with a look of sleep in her eyes. She looked at him and chuckled quietly.
“I’m still naked,” she mused.
“Yes; deliciously naked” he replied. “Would you like to come up to bed? Put on something comfortable?”
“That sounds wonderful.” She gave him a shy smile. She stood up and pulled her blouse back over her head. Severus located her knickers and she put them on, displeased to realize they were sodden. She didn’t bother putting on her jeans. Instead, she folded them in half and tucked them under her arm before following Severus upstairs.
They walked past the bathroom where she had showered earlier and to a master bedroom that boasted large windows overlooking the garden, and she spied another bathroom to the right. When they entered, Hermione admired the oak furniture, king bed, and large fireplace. She was happy to see furnishings that she felt fit Severus, and could imagine how beautiful the room likely gleamed when flooded with sunlight. The hearth roared to life and Hermione followed Severus to an armor. He took out a white cotton T-shirt and offered it to her. Hermione took the fresh clothing and pulled her shirt over her head. Severus leaned against the dresser and watched. She removed her bra and Severus had to remind himself to breathe. Her beautiful breast came free and he saw for the first time their beautiful natural shape and her dusty pink nipples. She pulled the T-shirt over her head. The T-shirt hung nicely on her frame, and rode high on her thigh. Severus thought that if she were to reach up high he’d likely be able to see what was underneath. Then, without warning, she grabbed the elastic at her hips and pulled her knickers down. She stepped out of them and placed them on the dresser with her other clothes.
Their eyes locked as she placed her clothes in a neat pile. “They’re damp” she offered as explanation. Severus swallowed. He wasn’t sure what he expected when they came upstairs and he offered her a clean shirt to sleep in, but he didn’t think having Hermione nearly naked in his bed was it.
He brought himself back to reality. “I typically sleep near the door” he explained, hinting that she should take the other side. She smiled as she walked around the bed. “And the bathroom is through there. I only have my toothbrush, though. You can use it if you’d like or, transfigure something.”
Hermione thanked him and went to brush her teeth. He wondered if she was in fact using his toothbrush. She had left her wand on the bedside table, but he thought she was strong enough with wandless magic to possibly not need it.
When she returned to the bedroom she found him still fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Severus, get ready for bed. It’s late” she offered as she walked toward him.
He looked at her. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to sleep in.”
“What would make you happy?” She asked.
He smiled sadly, and then his face dropped. She eyed him with concern.
“I have marks, Hermione. All over my body. It isn’t the most pleasant sight to see.”
She sat beside him; tucking her feet beneath her and leaning against his side.
“Hm..” she sounded. “I assumed as much.” She slowly brought her left hand up to trace the scar along his neck. He stiffened at her touch. Only healers had ever touched his scars.
“You have not always been the master of your own flesh, my dear. It would only make sense that you’d have some scars and marks that you do not like to see.” She removed her hand and planted a kiss on the silver scar. His eyes closed at the contact and he felt a shiver shoot through his spine.
“And I’m certain,” she continued in a slow, comforting, quiet voice, “that if I were to remove this shirt and expose you I would see even more scars marking you.” She began undoing the top buttons on the shirt and slowly making her way down, revealing a white T-shirt underneath that was identical to the one she was wearing. “And, if I were to see them, I would kiss every last one until you realize how much you are worth in spite of each one.”
She slid the button down off his shoulders, which exposed several other scars. She folded the button down and placed it on the bed. He was watching her. She grabbed hold of his T-shirt with one fist. “I could do that for you. If you’d like.”
Severus hesitated only slightly before nodding in agreement. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed herself up on her knees to drag it over his head. When she let the shirt fall on the bed she could tell he was holding his breath. She pushed him to lie down and he scooted higher on the bed. Hermione followed on hands and knees to lean over him.
“I think I’ll start with this one.” She began by picking up his left arm and laying it back on his pillow above his head. He focused on her eyes intently. All too late he realized she had exposed the dark mark. She had laced her fingers into his and leaned forward to kiss the ugly thing.
Snape’s first instinct was to pull away, but he simply couldn’t. When her lips pressed against his flesh he felt nothing but adoration for the woman above him. He turned his head to look up at her. When she pulled back and saw him watching her she smiled and captured his lips in a kiss. When she moved to kiss a scar along his right pectoral bone he swallowed deeply.
“Hermione?”
“Hm?” She let a kiss fall on the scar.
“Why are you such a wonderful human? How can you be so good and gentle and compassionate after everything that’s happened to you?”
She shot up on her knees. “Me!?” Her tone was the opposite of what he expected. She sounded shrill, and shocked. “I am anything but a wonderful human being. Sure I try to do the right things and have empathy and treat everything and everyone with dignity and respect but sometimes I tell people I’m sick so I can cancel plans. And sometimes I hide from people I know in public. Oh and one time this guy at work was giving me such a hard time, every day making some douchey comment, and I got right pissed one night and told him to do some pretty nasty things with a stapler.”
Severus was hysterical at her rantings. Hermione began laughing too. He sat up and suddenly swept his arm around her; laying her on the bed as he moved to hover over her.
He kissed her passionately for several minutes before he nuzzled his head against her neck. He pressed against her with his leg between her splayed thighs. She combed her fingers through his hair as they both drifted to sleep.
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