Love Built On A Law (A Completed Snamione Fanfiction)

A Helping Hand.

A/N

Hello! I am very sorry I have been neglecting this story. I just have been working on other things. I will try to post more often but everyone knows that is probably not true. I can't really remember where I left off. Well, I know where I left off but I don't know how to pick it back up. I love writing this story I just am having writer's block. Which sucks. Well, I am just letting you know that the story might change a bit. :) Enjoy!

(Hermione's POV)

I have been asking Severus for weeks now for me to help him in brewing potions for Madam Pomfrey. But he won't let me which makes me mad. So today Saturday, December 1st. I ask him again

"Please!" I whine.

"No." He says from his desk... again.

"Please?"

"No." And it goes on like this until I say.

"But I'm your Wife!"

"So." He replies.

"So I can help you?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

I walk up to his desk "But... why...?!?!"

He looks at me in my eyes. "No!"

"Please."

"No"

"Please."

"No" 

I sigh and walk back to the desk that I normally sit at in class. But right now I am grading his first-year papers. Why? Because it is so hard for to get him to spend time with me and I. Need. Attention. 

I look up once again and catch him looking at me. He quickly looks away smiling. "Please?" I say desperately. 

"Fine." He gets up and goes to the door that leads to his lab.

"Yay!" I run up and give him a hug from behind. He is still not really used to this and loses his balance. He falls onto his stomach and I fall with him. He catches himself with a spell though. Stopping an inch before he his the ground then puts out his hands to stop himself. Although there is not much stopping him from falling on him. 

I get up and brush off my sweater. "Let us get to work then." I step over him and into the lab. He quickly joins me. 

I put my hair up in a pony talk with a hair tie I had on my wrist. He does the same but with magic. And we get to work.

We've worked our selves into some sort of trance. Never breaking it. We have made over 100 bottles of healing potions for Madam Pomfrey. I was standing at his cabinet on my tiptoes. Trying to reach an ingredient that I can not reach.

He comes up behind me to get it. But he does it so fast and I didn't hear him coming. I jumped and he dropped a rare bottle of moon dew. "God Damnit! Look what you did! Do you know how rare that is?!" He screams at me. "It's unfixable. " He mutters.

"I'm-I'm sorry," I say pathetically. Tears forming in my eyes. He trys to clean it up but can't. He looks at me with what at first looks like anger then turns into something else. Sympathy?

"It's okay." He stands up after cleaning it and pulls me into a very tight hug. We stay that way for a while. Then he pulls back and kisses me for the first time since our "wedding" soft and sweet and not longer for a second. He goes back to work like nothing happened and I sit in his chair and read.