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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Professor Snape sent Hermione back to her desk. He went to the storeroom and returned with a basket full of prepared ingredients.
“Since this lesson is so impromptu, I am hoping will help me prepare some dreamless sleep for Madam Pomfrey. Her stores are running low,” he said as he walked by her. “Follow me.”
Hermione got up from the desk and follow Professor Snape into his office. He stopped suddenly and turned around. Hermione nearly crashed into him at the abrupt change of direction. “One more thing,” he said and kissed her chastely on the lips. A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and he continued walking towards the bookshelf at the back of the office.
Professor Snape lifted a vase that sat atop the high shelf and put it back down. The wall turned to translucent vapor before her eyes and she followed Professor Snape through the mist. On the other side she found herself in a small room with a lab bench and lab equipment. Severus set the ingredients down and began unpacking the basket.
“I prefer to brew in this area. No accidentally or careless contamination since I’m the only one who uses it,” he explained. Hermione nodded and approached the bench. She twisted her hair into a knot and secured it at the nape of her neck before she began lining up the ingredients from memory, in preparation to brew.
The two brewed in companionable quiet, occasionally discussing the potion at hand. After an hour, when they had nearly finished, Hermione looked up from the cauldron she was stirring.
“Severus,” she intoned questioningly. He was thumbing through a Potion’s journal but looked up from his reading at the sound of her voice. “It just dawned on me that you never said why you wanted me to stay today in the first place. I didn’t give you a chance to speak.”
Severus smirked in reply. He put the journal down and walked over to where Hermione was working. He watched her stir and let his hand graze the small of her back. “It doesn’t matter now,” he said. “You had it all worked out.”
“Yes, but I’m curious. What were you going to say, especially since you were planning to brew tonight anyway,” she said.
Severus held a smirk in his smile as he came around to sit on a stool across from Hermione. He stared at her for a long moment with a devilish gleam in his eye.
“Well?” She was growing impatient.
“I was going to ask you if you would be interested in taking private lessons with me and helping me brew. You are a phenomenal potion’s talent, I appreciate your help and the fact that you don’t get in the way, you don’t ask stupid questions, and I thought it would be the perfect way to spend more time with you,” he explained.
Hermione stared at him for a moment and then bit back a laugh. “You mean to tell me that we are doing exactly what you had planned to do tonight?” She chuckled again. “And you were giving me such a hard time I thought you’d say no...”
“Why in the bloody hell would I not want to work with you, Hermione? Teaching you is actually enjoyable because you are not an idiot,” he said as he flicked the journal back open. “I didn’t expect you’d take it out of my hands and talk to McGonagall about your plans, but I’m not mad.”
“Good,” she replied. “This is nearly finished. Help me bottle it, please.”
Severus pointed his wand at a cabinet and several storage vials sailed through the air to land on the lab bench. He got up and stood across from Hermione, helping her fill the vials. He glimpsed a look at her face as she was concentrating on the task at hand. He liked the way a wayward curl lay tucked behind her ear and that the knot at her neck had loosened over the past hour. There were several small beads of moisture that clung to her forehead as she worked. Finally his voice cut through the room.
“You are beautiful, do you know that?” He said.
Hermione didn’t respond immediately. She glimpsed up at him quickly as she filled her bottles. He was watching her with admiration in his eye.
“Is there anything else we need to brew tonight?” She asked as she finished corking the last bottles.
“No.”
“Good.” She smiled and bit her lip when she smirked up at him.
“I have rounds after dinner, though. Meet me outside The Great Hall, around eight,” he said.
“Another potion’s lesson?” She asked, smirking.
“You might say that.”
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Professor Snape found Hermione outside The Great Hall at eight, as promised. Severus covertly ushered her into his chambers, making sure she was conformable before heading back out on his rounds.
Now, she sat in a wing-backed chair in Severus’ sitting room, reading the Potion’s journal he had been flipping through in the lab. The fireplace was roaring across from her, casting the room into a warm glow. The space was peacefully quiet. She decided to remove her jeans and let the heat radiate her bare skin as she lounged. Severus had left to continue his evening rounds, but Hermione wasn’t uncomfortable in his absence. Just as she had grown accustomed to Spinner’s End, she felt at home in his space.
Hermione took a break from her reading and walked passed his bookshelf to see the titles, mulling over what she would like to read next. As her sightline made its way to his liquor cabinet, she saw an open bottle of Rosé and chuckled as an imagine of Severus sipping the pink drink sprang to mind.
She gingerly opened the cabinet and removed a small glass from the high shelf. She poured herself a sip, gulped it down, and refilled the glass before returning to her reading spot, placing the drink on a side table as she crossed her legs over the arm of the chair. Hermione sat for some time, reading and sipping, and realized that in this moment, she felt more content then she had in her entire life.
Actually, she realized, since defeating Voldemort and beginning ...whatever this was... with Professor Snape, she had felt more comfortable, content, and confident than she had in her whole life. She took another sip of wine as she rolled that notion over in her mind.
Around 10 pm the door swung open. The typical frustration that Severus felt after completing his rounds was evident on his face. Hermione looked up from her chair and smiled at him gently, and suddenly he felt placated. The lines on his face softened at the image of her sat sideways in his wingback, legs daintily draped across the chair’s arm. Her head was leaned back against the opposite side and she had a glass of wine in her hand. The firelight enveloped her in a warm glow and Severus thought she looked like the sun itself.
“Good evening, Professor,” she said sweetly as she looked up from her reading.
Severus came around the chair to sit beside her in the matching one. He chuckled when he sat. “Is that Rosé?” There was a note of amusement in his voice. “And where the hell are your pants?” He looked surprised and humored when he realized that Hermione’s legs were bare. She was clad only in black knickers and a T-shirt.
“The fire was warm,” she replied. “It feels nice on my bare skin. I was pretending to be reading on holiday.” She shrugged, closed her book, and made her way to sit astride his lap. His hands instinctively made their way to rest on her hips.
“In all my life,” he began quietly, “I’ve never come home to anyone. Home has always been a place where I knew no one else would be, where I could drop my things and grumble away in private.”
Hermione eyed him cautiously. “You can do all of those things even with me here,” she said carefully.
“No,” he said. “I don’t want to grumbled or wallow in misery or think about anything negative when I open the door and see you smiling and draped pant-less across my sitting room.” He glanced the glass of Rosé on the table between them, picked it up and took a sip. He licked his lips at the sweet taste. “This tastes better when you aren’t pissed off.”
Hermione laughed at the comment. He tilted the glass to her in offering and she tilted her head back, opening her mouth slightly to receive the sip. Severus thought he would moan out loud when he realized how subtlety erotic the moment was. There she was, her warm core pressed across his lap, back arched, head tilted upwards to expose the column of her throat, and mouth open. He poured a sip into her mouth and she swallowed, smiling as a small drip made its way down the side of her cheek. She went to brush it away with the back of her hand, but Professor Snape grabbed her wrist and pinned it at the small of her back. He leaned forward and licked the sweet drip as it made its way down her cheek and neck. Hermione shivered at the slow contact. She felt her breathing hitch and suddenly she could feel an intense arousal overtaking her.
The trail of his tongue ended with a kiss to her lips. When Hermione felt him begin to pull away, she realized she would have none of it and instead allowed her tongue to swipe across his lips, encouraging him to open for her and allow her to deepen the kiss. He gave into her will easily and his tongue swept across hers in a deeply passionate kiss. The kiss wasn’t hasty, rushed, or reminiscent of any of the snogging he had interrupted on his rounds. Instead the kiss felt slow and deep, and instantly sent him back to the memory of the deep love they had made the last time she was in his bed.
Severus had thought, while making his rounds, that he should send Hermione back to Gryffindor Tower before the night got too late. After coming back to his chambers and drinking in the the sight of her, however, the contentment he felt from having her there, and in the midst of this passionate kiss, he decided that there was no bloody way he could send her back anytime soon. He needed her, of that he was certain. He pushed the thought away for now and reconciled that he would think on it later.
Hermione's hands found their way around his neck and his hands began to graze the soft, warm skin on her lower back. He buried his head against her neck and inhaled the scent of her. She began rocking her hips against his lap and he nuzzled her closer, nipping at her ear. He let his hands travel up her back and he lifted the T-shirt over her head. He kissed the mounds of her breasts as they threatened to spill from her bra and she moaned in reply. Arching her back slightly, she pressed her damp core more directly to his stiffening cock. Severus supported her back with one splayed hand and the other found its way into her hair; tilting her head back.
“I’m not sending you back to Gryffindor tower tonight,” his voice was a silky murmur against her ear. She pressed more eagerly against him in reply. He swiftly picked her up and stood before the fire. He placed her on her back atop the soft rug that lay basking in the warm glow and crawled over her, unbuttoning his trousers and leaving them to hang lose. He buried his face between her breasts and planted kiss after kiss there.
Hermione arched against the floor and Severus, right hand found her left. Their fingers interlaced and he raised her arm above her head, pinning it to the floor. He let his kisses trail up her neck to land back on her parted lips.
When Severus finally broke the kiss he kneeled over her and hastily pulled her knickers off. He grabbed her knees and Hermione willingly obliged when he forced them apart. He inhaled the scent of her deeply and buried his face between her wet folds.
He licked and sucked her viscously until Hermione was writhing about in front of the fireplace. Severus used one hand to pin her hip down to little use. Before long she was panting and moaning and sodden with saliva and her own arousal.
When he realized she could take no more, he stood up and removed his trousers. He returned and slid into her wet channel easily. Rocking his hips, he slammed into her as she moaned. Her fingers dug into the carpet as she sought stability. Finally, an earth shattering orgasm washed over her and she screamed his name. The sound sent him careening over the edge and he spilled himself inside her.
They remained in a crumpled heap for some time. Hermione enjoyed the weight of his body on top of her. She let her fingers walk up his arm as they both regained composure. Severus was breathing steadily into the crook of her neck, and the warmth of the fire made him feel as if he could doze off right where he was. However, he reluctantly removed himself from her body and rolled beside her.
“Severus,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” Came his reply.
“I’m afraid I’m going to be caught spending so much time away from Gryffindor tower, but I don’t want to go back,” she said.
“You aren’t going back tonight,” he said definitively. “I will think of something.”
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