Of Days and Ends

A/N: Alright, so… I know that many of you have probably already read this story, but I want to give it extra credit here. If you haven’t already, go try to read the Severus/Hermione fic “Saving Your Life” by lilmisblack. I just had to say congratulations to her on an awesome story and I am sure you will all agree.

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Chapter 7—Morning Familiar



When the morning light slid in through the tall rectangular windows interspersed between the bookshelves and slid over Hermione’s face, she opened her eyes and let her senses catch up to her. When she realized she was lying against the leg Snape had slung across the couch and his chest, she carefully tried to sit up without waking him. She had failed to notice his arm around her waist and he instinctively tightened his grip. He woke up and realized at the same time she did that his morning erection was pressed against her back.



Releasing her immediately and helping her to stand, he adjusted his voluminous robes around himself. He looked up at her and expected her to avoid his gaze, but instead, she met his eyes and talked as though nothing had happened, “What’s for breakfast?” she said as she stretched.



“What do you want?” He watched her dress slide up her leg and adjusted his robes a little more.



“Do you have sausage? I have a craving for sausage… and milk... maybe with some cookies.” She began to walk out of the room with her hips swaying, but he didn’t trust himself to get up at the moment.



“Make what you want. The shelves are always full.”



“You don’t want to eat with me?”



“No, no… I think I’ll take a shower and change my clothes while I’m waiting for you. Then we can make a decision about this potion.”



She nodded and began to walk out, so he sat up and ran his hands through his hair. When he looked up though, she had just stopped and turned around. “Severus?”



He felt safe enough to stand up without embarrassing himself, and walked in her direction, “Yes, Miss Granger?”



“May I use the shower after you?”



“Of course, and I have some robes you could borrow as well, if you’d like.”



“Yes, that would be lovely. I was wondering if you could… Do you… Do you have anything in any colour other than black?”



“Nothing I’ve ever worn before. Depends on what mood I’m in when I go to the closet to get dressed.” He was now standing next to her and looking down into her chestnut brown eyes. “You can have the shower after I’m finished.”



“Thank you.” She said, quietly amused by the small joke he made.



He turned the water in the shower to the coldest level, but now that he stood under the freezing stream he realized that it would not really get rid of the problem that had reasserted itself while he was undressing. With a sigh, he resigned trying not to think of his ex-student in a sexual way, closed his eyes, and grasped his stiff cock in his hand.



He started with remembering her stretching in his library to get a book, but imagined a much shorter dress. He stroked up and down slowly, imagining the book falling to the floor and her bending to get it, only he was behind her this time grasping her hips and pulling her backside against his groin. The way he held her, she had to arch up to turn her face to see him back away and admire the round globes of her ass. He took her by the neck, guided her up until she was standing straight, and kissed the soft flesh just above his fingers. She turned in his arms and began kissing him passionately and backing him into the desk by the fire.



When she shoved him onto the desk’s surface and immediately opened his robes, shirt, and pants. He could feel himself building up as he imagined Hermione’s ferocity in releasing his penis from his pants. She lifted him out and immediately popped him in her mouth without hesitation, going to work on the sensitive head alternately with her tongue and bobbing so low that he could easily feel the back of her throat. When she climbed up on the desk over him, pushed his head back with a passionate kiss, and impaled herself on him, he exploded against the shower stall wall with a great exhalation as he imagined the sound of passion escaping her lips. He let the freezing water run over his body and his breathing quickly returned to normal. When he stepped out he felt drained, realizing for the first time just how little sleep they had had.



Hermione had decided to cook the muggle way and busied herself around the kitchen, seeing the plethora of foods and pulling out the porridge, sausage, and orange juice. She searched the kitchen for pots and pans but could find nothing and realized that they likely had elves or magical slaves and no need for such archaic muggle contraptions. She had watched Mrs. Weasley cook over the years, but even Mrs. Weasley used pots and pans. Whipping her wand out of her sleeve, she flicked it at the stove, causing it to flare to life. She then turned to the bacon and placed a bubble around it and floated it just over the fire. It seemed to be working, so she tried to make a bubble of water from the tap, but it was making the bubble into an orb of water hanging in the air. She just wasn’t sure it would hold up to the heat and adding of porridge. She glanced at the bacon that looked like it was beginning to darken, and turned back to the water bubble that she had successfully set over the fire. When it did begin to boil, Hermione shrieked with joy that it worked and slowly added the porridge to the rolling mixture.



She didn’t realize that her shout of joy had startled Snape coming down the stairs, and he nearly upset her experiment when he burst into the room with his wand drawn. Hermione shrieked again, but this time with fear and in her distraction one of her bacon fell through the bubble and into the fire and some porridge spurted from the top of the other bubble.



“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Why’d you scream?”



“I didn’t scream. I was celebrating a successful experiment.” She said, slightly put out that he didn’t notice the experiment when he first came in.



He turned to her cooking and stifled a laugh and smile immediately. “You could have just used a pot.”



“Where are they?” she asked.



“Accio pan. Call for any of the dishes and they come out of the ceiling.” He said as he caught the one coming through the ceiling. Her wide-eyed, silent reaction amused him and he sneered.



She called for the bowls and stuck her tongue out at him, “Now you have to eat with me.”



“In all of the years that I have sat at the table in the same dining hall with you, have you ever seen me eat breakfast?”



“I suppose not.” she said and lowered the porridge from the bubble into her bowl, then did the same with the bacon.



After Hermione’s breakfast he sat on the bed and she took a shower with the bathroom door open so they could continue talking. She turned the water off fifteen minutes later and stepped out wearing his black teaching robes open over her dress. He placed a warming spell on the robes and led her out to the floo in the library.



“So are we going to do it?” Hermione asked.



Snape thought carefully in silence for a moment before nodding, “I think we should. That potion was just over my head for ascertaining its safety, but I think you were right. Merlin wouldn’t have kept it if it didn’t work.”



“Then I’ll be back as often as I can.” She said, turning to the floo and throwing a handful in, “Bye, Severus.”



He nodded in response, watching her spin away.



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A/N: Muah, all!