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Patience on Sunday	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14135 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Epilogue
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Hermione slept like the dead under the influence of the headmaster’s potion. After taking it for several nights in a row she had nearly forgotten about her lavender experiments. The potion was working wonders and she was happy to feel rested each day. She definitely noted that she needed an extra cup of tea to perk back up in the mornings, but that seemed to be the only side effect and she didn’t mind.

Hermione always appreciated Sunday. Even when she was a student, she’d loved how the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts slowed for a school wide day to rest. Especially in the chill that greeted winter, students tended to remain in their common rooms huddled up by the warmth of the fire.

Most Sundays passed quite like the others. She often slept in, opting to fix her tea and take it to bed with her for some morning reading or list making. She’d then catch the tail end of breakfast in the great hall. She always allowed herself to indulge a bit on Sunday. Just like her father would make a full English each weekend when she was a kid, she continued the tradition by foregoing her usual toast with jam for something fatty and with more substance.

Sometimes she’d apparate to London or Diagon Alley and spend a few hours window shopping. Sometimes she would go to the library. Sometimes she and Harry visited Hagrid’s hut just as they’d done as kids. Nearly everything about their visits was the same as they’d been for all of these years, except now afternoon tea was often replaced by Irish coffee.

The sun was setting as Harry and Hermione made there way back towards the castle after spending the last hour drinking, laughing, and keeping warm by the fire with Hagrid.

“We really need to get Ron away from the Quidditch team one afternoon. Hagrid would be so happy to see him,” Harry began. Hermione nodded in agreement before catching a yawn on the back of her hand as they made there way up the winding path.

“I shouldn’t have had that second shot of whiskey in my coffee,” she said.

Harry chuckled. “Important reading to do tonight?”

“Of course,” she replied with a smile, “I haven’t finished my newest issue of Potions Quarterly.”

“Because of your detailed note taking, I’m sure,” he smirked and she shot him a warning glance.

“Enough about me. What are your plans this evening?”

Harry hesitated momentarily before replying. “David invited me to dinner with his parents.”

Hermione froze on the path and stared at Harry with wide eyes. He walked several paces before turning to look at her; his hands buried deep in his pockets to keep from the cold.

“Hermione, please don’t make a big deal. I’m nervous enough as it is,” he said with an emphatic shrug.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’m just surprised,” she recovered and they began walking again.

“Yeah, you and me both. I’ve never gone so far in a relationship with a man that I’m sitting down to meet his parents. It’s nerve wracking,” Harry confided.

Hermione reached out to affectionately hold his arm. “I’m proud of you, Harry. Don’t be afraid of this getting serious...”

“I’m not afraid. Just in disbelief. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. I actually want to meet his parents. I want to be a part of his family. And it’s a little scary to feel that way,” he explained. Hermione nodded in understanding and comfortingly squeezed his bicep.

They approached the heavy front doors of the castle and climbed the stone steps. Once in the foyer, Harry enveloped Hermione in a warm hug. “There are a few things I need to get done and then I need to go. I’ll see you later, Hermione,” he said as he began walking down a long corridor.

“Have fun!” Hermione called after him before turning on her heel and beginning to make her way towards the potions classroom. She didn’t plan on doing any work, but she wanted to check that everything was ready for tomorrow’s lessons before turning in for the evening. When she rounded the corner nothing seems out of the ordinary. When she approached the door, however, she was greeted by the unmistakeable scent of steeping hops.

She pushed the door open slightly and peered inside. Through the little crack a small simmering cauldron was visible. The headmaster, however, was not. He was sitting on a stool outside the range of her vision, and she noticed him first as she opened the door fully to enter. Hermione had to fight back the smile that threatened to spread across her face at his confused expression when his head snapped up from the journal he’d been reading as the potion bubbled away.

“Headmaster,” she said casually as she entered the room, “I wasn’t expecting you to call on me...”

“I didn’t call on you. I assumed you’d be almost out of Valeria Ipsomnum,” he replied as he flipped his issue of Potions Quarterly closed and tossed it onto a nearby table. Standing up, he went to check the potion and began filling a dropper bottle with it.

Hermione watched him from afar; stuck dumb by his thoughtfulness. She watch as he placed the cap on the small bottle and then labeled to potion in his distinct scrawl. Then he walked over to Hermione and placed the bottle in her hand. She said nothing.

“I’m glad that it has been helping you,” he said sincerely. His own hand that had passed off the potion grazed the tips of her fingers. His body was close and warm and he gave off the subtle scent on thyme and honeysuckle. As the monotone of his voice washed over her, for some reason Hermione had the unmistakeable urge to hug him closely, but she resisted.

“Thank you,” she managed weakly. She thought to step away from his close proximity, but instead her body involuntarily fought to close the little space between them.

“I have something else I’ve been wanting to give you. Had I’d know you would come down here I would have brought it,” he said.

“What is it?” Her voice sounded needy.

“I said I wanted to show it to you, not tell you about it,” he replied with some bite that Hermione found more comforting then threatening.

“alright, alright. Well, do you mean now?” Hermione was unsure of herself. Was she assuming too much? “If yes, I have to make a quick stop to feed Omni.”

Snape furrowed his brow. “What in the bloody hell is an Omni?”

“It’s my half-kneazle, Headmaster. You signed off on having him here at Hogwarts several years ago...”

“Yes, well let’s go tend to the cat and then I’ll show you,” he said as he pointed his wand around the room, sending various ingredients a instruments back to their rightful places.

Hermione and Severus began the short walk upstairs to her chambers. Obviously he knew where she lived, but it felt odd to walk with her. She unlocked the door with a flick of her wand and could sense his trepidation about following her inside.

He hesitantly crosses the threshold and felt out of place in her quarters. Her space was neat and tidy, save for the books and periodicals that littered most surfaces. Nevertheless, the room felt bright despite the dark sky behind the windows. He attempted to peak through the open door to her bedroom, but quickly thought better of it.

Upon hearing the door swing open and his mistress enter, Omni looked like a little grey raincloud darting across the floor. He swiftly met Hermione in the kitchen and looked up at her with big eyes.

“That thing’s a little beggar,” Severus said as he stood awkwardly in her sitting room. Hermione chuckled as she dished a small portion of cat food for her familiar and Omni made figure eights as he strutted between her ankles.

“He’s just hungry,” she said with a smile as she placed the dish on the floor. As Severus watched the animal and saw how happy she’d made it, he couldn’t help the smile the crept across his face.

“Alright, where are we going?” Her smile was bright as she dried her freshly washed hands on a tea towel.

Severus’ features twisted momentarily as if he was trying to remember what he was doing there in the first place. Then, remembrance dawned.

“My office.”

Hermione nodded as she walked back towards the door. “Alright. Lets go.”

Severus’ hand hovered over the small of her back as they turned to leave. Hermione sensed his hand there. It was as if he wanted to touch her, but resisted. As they exited, Omni let out a soft meow of gratitude  that caused her to look one last time over her shoulder at the small creature and smile. She caught Severus’ scent as she did and it made her want to lean into him more.

They entered the headmaster’s office and Hermione took a seat when he gestured at the chair opposite his desk.  Severus opened his drawer to take something out, but cursed under his breath when it was apparently not there.

He opened a second drawer. “I could have sworn I’d brought it down,” he encouraged as he rummaged about.

Hermione felt impatient. She was curious. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She turned them over in her lap as she awkwardly watched him struggle. She obviously couldn’t help. She didn’t even know what he was looking for...

“I could just come back another time or you can let me know when it turns up,” she said in an effort to make the discomfort stop.

“No,” he snapped as he shot her a warning glance. Then, his features relaxed. He repeated himself more calmly. “No, I want to give you something. I thought I’d brought it down but apparently I didn’t. It is still  on my desk in my chambers.”

Hermione furrowed her brow slightly. Was she supposed to respond? She wasn’t sure.

“You can come upstairs with me, if you’d like.” He said carefully and knowing full well what that might sound like. He suddenly felt hot under his cravat. He had never invited anyone into his private quarters before; going back all the way to when he’d lived in the dungeons. He suddenly felt like an idiot. It was inexcusable to think he could, or should, just bring her to this private…

“Alright,” Hermione replied, feeling as if she had no reason to refuse. Curiosity was gnawing at her like a starving animal. She wanted to know not only what he had, but was intrigued by the thought of being in his space.

He stood suddenly and she followed suit. In her haste to stand, her sweater slid off her shoulder to reveal her pale skin and the delicate line on her collarbone. As Severus rounded the large desk, he reached out to situate the garment back on her shoulder.

“Thank you.” Her voice was a throaty whisper as she stared into his dark eyes. She felt as if he could see right through her; right into her. He nodded in acknowledgment before forcing himself away.

“Follow me.”
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