:-: Hey guys! Okay this is my first Hermione/Snape fic and only the second fic that I have ever written, so bless don't flame me! I hope that you all like it:-:

Disclaimer: This disclaimer goes for the entire story! Everything is J.K Rowling's except the plot and a few minor characters that I throw in!

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"Sweet Temptation"

Lyrics By Jewel

Running fast through a fairy tale
Dark woods; starless night
Feel cold air in my lungs
Full moon, you follow me-you say
"Why do hearts so often stray?"
You pierce me like an arrow
Beneath the blanket of night
Longing for flight

When you fall into me
It feels so sweet, like dreaming
Press yourself into me
Let me feel your breathing
There's a voice in your heart
Softly calling
Come to me, you will see, just give in
To this sweet temptation

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"CHARLIE, WATCH OUT!" Hermione screamed as she watched her husband holding one of the many tethers that was tied around the Ukranian Ironbelly's neck. Charlie Weasley, along with twelve other dragon researchers were trying to calm the excited creature down. Hermione had come running from the laboratory when she had looked out the window to find the dragon swinging it's tail furiously at her husband. She now stood at the enclosure's fence watching in horror.

"HERMIONE, GO BACK INSIDE!" Charlie shouted, glancing back at her, while trying to pull the dragon to the ground. In the moment that he was looking at his wife, the dragon angrily swung it's tail at him and hit him square in the chest, throwing him thirty feet where he landed face down on the ground.

"CHARLIE!" Hermione screamed, as she jumped over the fence and ran towards him. She knelt next to his body and turned him onto his back while four other team members ran towards him with a stretcher. Hermione leaned close to his body to check if he was breathing and was relieved to hear shallow breaths. She put her forefinger and middle finger against his wrist to check his pulse. It was beating rapidly. "Bring him to Lab Four!" she shouted to the men that were placing him on the stretcher.

"Mrs. Weasley, shouldn't he be taken to the infirmary?" one of them asked.

"I said take him to Lab Four," she shouted back to them as she ran to pick up the rope Charlie had been holding. The dragon was trying with all its might to get free. "ON MY COUNT!" she shouted to her employees. They all pulled out their wands and held them at the ready. Some ducked as the thing swung its tail haphazardly. Others ran out of the way as it came charging towards them, and still others were thrown into the air as the giant swung its head back and forth knocking them out of its way.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!" Hermione shouted and at that moment all thirteen of them shouted, "STUPIFY!", but to very little success. The dragon seemed a little dizzy but refused to fall to the ground, asleep. Hermione counted down again and they all pointed their wands and repeated the charm. This time the dragon fell to its side but still gave a good struggle as it tried to get up. She shouted again and this time the dragon laid its head on the ground and closed its eyes in defeat.

Hermione threw down the rope and wiped her brow as she tried to catch her breath. The others were busy tying the creature up.

"DAVID!" she shouted, standing up straight. A young man about two years younger than herself came running up to her. He looked scared out of his mind. He arrived in Romania two days ago and was serving as her personal assistant.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked, out of breath.

"Go into the stock room and grab the bottle labled 'S4590', it's a very powerful sleeping draft specifically for Ironbellies. That should keep her out for a while."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, running towards the stock room.

"DAVID!" she called after him.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You can call me 'Hermione', you know."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, turning and running to get the sleeping draft. That boy will never learn.

Hermione looked around at her crew and figured that they could handle the situation. She ran towards Lab Four.

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The men had laid Charlie on the lab table. His breathing was shallow and he lay unconscious on the table when Hermione walked in. The men were still around him, cutting off his shirt to survey the damage.

"I'll take it from here, boys," Hermione said, walking over to the sink to wash her hands. The men left with a skeptic eye and she began to remove Charlie's shirt. She found that his chest was bruised very badly and she suspected that his sternum was broken along with a few fractured ribs. She muttered a few different charms and slowly watched the bruises disappear. She looked under his eye lids and was happy to see that his eyes hadn't rolled into the back of his head.. She muttered an Arousal Charm and he slowly opened his eyes. She leaned down close to him.

"Do you feel okay?" she asked softly.

"Am I healed?" he asked.

"I healed what I saw. Does anything else hurt?"

"No," he said, sitting up slowly.

"Good, I have told you time and time again, Charlie, that something more is wrong with that dragon. She can't just be pregnant. She isn't just having maternal instincts. You never listen to me and I don't know how to make you see. What will it take for you to trust me on this and call the Ministry for help? Is she going to have to kill you? Because she's pretty damn close!" Hermione rattled on, pacing around the laboratory. Tears started to well in her eyes.

Charlie got off of the table and walked over to his wife. She stood in front of him with crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, putting his hands on her elbows and pulling her into a hug. She kept her arms crossed to show that she was not pleased with him.

"Can we, please, call the Ministry?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Hermione, what is the Ministry going to do? We are some of the most skilled people they have-."

She cut him off. "Charlie, sometimes it just takes someone who hasn't been around her this whole time to see something that we can't. Will you stop being so stubborn for once! I want you around so that we can start our family! I can't do that with you dead!"

Charlie was quiet for a moment. Hermione pulled away from him a little and tried to decipher the look he had in his eyes. What is he contemplating?

"Fine, love, we'll call the Ministry," he said, kissing her softly. Hermione leaned into his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. "But," he said, pulling away. "There is so much work to do! We don't have time to look after a child. The family has to wait a while."

She looked at him in shock. It had been four years since she had graduated from Hogwarts and since the demise of Voldemort. They had already been married for two and a half years and he kept making excuses not to have children.

Charlie saw her shock and pecked her on the lips. "I'll go call the Ministry," he said before walking out of the room.

Hermione watched him walk out of the room and then continued to stare at the doorway where he had stood just a moment before. Does he even want a family? Her eyes started to well up and her knees buckled beneath her. She knelt on the floor crying for half an hour before she found the strength to compose herself.

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Snape sat at his desk with his head in his hands. His head was spinning and he couldn't think straight. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, but they weren't good thoughts. Septima Vector Snape had done nothing but complain since he had taken this job at the Ministry. She said that ever since he had left the school they never saw each other because he worked late nights and was often out of the country. She often asked him how he thought their marriage was supposed to survive when they never saw each other. She didn't understand that he sometimes needed time to himself. She didn't understand that her constant pestering was pushing him away, not pulling him closer.

He hadn't even planned on getting married when they started seeing each other. He liked the quiet life and their marriage had been anything but. It all happened so fast that he hadn't even realized what was happening until he saw her walking towards him in a white dress. It was then that he realized his life would never be the same.

There was a knock at his office door and he looked up. "Come in," he said. He immediately regretted his command as his Head of Department walked in.

"I have an assignment for you," Mr. Fortunato said, sitting down across from Snape.

"I told you that if I have to leave the country one more time within the month, my wife is going to leave me. Can't you assign someone else to the job?"

"No, because you're the best." Mr. Fortunato said.

Snape worked for the Magical Creatures Reseach and Development Department at the Ministry. He made potions, antidotes, and medication. What I love to do! He kept telling himself to keep his mind off of the problems of his marriage.

"What is the assignment?" He said, putting his head back down. He didn't have the strength to fight with his Head.

"A dragon, who has recently become pregnant is having, um, instincts, shall we say.

"Maternal?" Snape asked condescendingly.

"No, something more. The team cannot figure out what is wrong with the beast and has called for assistance. She has already injured six people on the team including the Head."

"And who would that Head be?" he asked, looking into the man's eyes.

"Charlie Weasley."

"You want me to go to Romania?" Snape practically shouted. He stood up.

"It should take no more than a month, Severus."

"A month!" he proclaimed as he paced the room.

"Snape I am not asking you to go on this assignment, I am telling you. Now don't fight with me. Go home, talk to Septima and pack because you are to leave in the morning," he said, rising from his chair. He threw the file that was in his hand onto Snape's desk. "Read up before you leave," he commanded as he walked out the door.

"So, I get absolutely no say in this?" Snape called after him, frustrated. He slammed his fist down on the desk. He pulled the file towards him and opened it up in defeat. He was surprised to see that there were two Heads and not just one. It surprised him even more to see that the second Head was Hermione Nicole Granger Weasley.

Bloody hell! I thought I got rid of her four years ago!

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Snape walked into his and Septima's quarters at Hogwarts at about nine thirty. He threw his brief case on the floor next to the door. His wife was nowhere in sight. There were candles set around the fireplace and on the coffee table. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the table. There were roses on the table as well.

"SEPTIMA!" He called out. There was no response. He walked over to the fireplace and looked at the pictures that were on the mantle. They were of the two of them on their wedding day. Snape had been thirty-four when that had been taken. Sinistra thirty-two, but that was four years ago She looked beautiful in her white dress. She had changed him for the good, regardless of what he liked to think. She had opened his heart and taught him how to love, but he wasn't so sure that he still loved her. He cared deeply for her but something had changed. He wanted to love her and to make his marriage work, but he didn't know if he could. He turned around to see her in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Hi," she said smiling.

"Hi," he replied.

"What kept you?" she asked as she walked towards him.

"A new case," he said, flatly.

"Oh," she said. She leaned in to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said, kissing her softly.

"My vote is that we stay up really late and both call in sick to work tomorrow!" she said as she pulled away.

"I can't do that, love," he said as she started to unbutton his robes and was exploring his neck with her mouth.

"Why?" she asked, still exploring. He pushed her away and held her at arms length. She looked shocked at this.

"I have to leave in the morning," he said, quietly trying to avoid the wrath that was about to ensue.

"For?" she asked, her eyes narrowing a little.

"Romania."

"ROMANIA! Severus, you promised me no more trips for a while!" she screamed as she crossed her arms.

"I know, but I don't have a choice. I'm being forced to go!" he said, plopping down on the couch. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. This was their third fight today.

"Severus, how do you expect this marriage to work if you're never here? I thought you said that you wanted a family? Do you even want this marriage to work?" She stopped pacing and starred at him, tears in her eyes.

"Of course I do," he said, walking over to her.

"Well, sometimes if seems like you don't care! Or even that you don't love me!" She said, starting to cry.

"I do love you or I wouldn't have married you," he said, staring into her eyes. He had learned that you just had say things that were going to make her happy sometimes. "It's only for a month and then I'll tell Fortunato that I'm quitting if he assigns me to anymore cases that are out of the country." She stood quiet for a moment and Snape thought that she might be getting ready to explode but when she spoke it was quiet.

"Fine," she said defeated.

"Good. I have to pack," he said, kissing her forehead and heading towards the bedroom. Septima sat on the couch in dispair.

Yes, Severus did want to have a family but lately he was starting to realize that it wasn't with her.

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The next morning Hermione sat in her Lab working on a potion when David came running into the Lab.

"Ma'am?" he asked as he poked his head into the door.

"Yes, David? she said, putting down the bottle of cockroach heads.

"The Ministry member is here."

"Oh, good! I'll be there in a minute. Where is Charlie?"

"He is out with the Ministry member."

"Great," she said. David left and she put the flame beneath the cauldron to a simmer before walking outside. She saw Charlie talking to the man who had his back to her. She walked across the lush lawn to go stand next to her husband. She took in the fresh air and the beautiful trees that surrounded their little hide away, included with psychotic dragons free of charge.

"Hermione," Charlie called. She went and stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Hermione's jaw dropped as she saw who the Ministry member was. "The Ministry has sent Professor Snape to help with the Ukranian Ironbelly," Charlie said in partial shock.

She stood there with her mouth open as she stared Snape in the eyes. He didn't look at all happy to be there, but at the same time relieved to be there.

"Close your mouth, child!" He spat at her. "I see once again, I have to come to your aid where you are incompetent. I was always saving your potions from destroying my classroom."

"Excuse me, but I believe that you are referring to Neville Longbottom, God rest his soul," she said. He had died in the final battle. "And I'd appreciate it that as long as you are here you respect me and my husband. You can call us Doctors not 'child', Professor," she spat back at him.

"You can call me Doctor as well," he said. She looked at him confused. He just smirked at her.

"Tell me, Doctor, why would the Ministry send a Potions teacher from Hogwarts to deal with a case such as this? Surely they have more qualified members to handle this."

"Like you?" he asked. "I am no longer employed at Hogwarts. I work at the Ministry in the Magical Creatures Research and Developement Department and I am as qualified as they get, Doctor Weasley."

"Oh, they fired you did they?" she said fuming.

"Nothing of the sort! After dealing with you for seven years I felt that I needed a break from brats such as yourself." She just stared at him blankly. "Now if you will show me to my laboratory and then to the creature," he said, heading towards the building that Hermione had come from. She looked at Charlie and gave him a confused look.

"Try to be civil," Charlie said, under his breath.

"Um, Doctor," she called after Snape. He turned to face her. "How long can we expect this delightful visit to last?"

"I am scheduled a month. Could be shorter, could be longer," he said, turning back towards the building.

"This is going to be one long month!" She said to her husband as they followed the man into the complex.

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SO? PLEASE REVIEW! I want to know if I should continue this story or not! So PLEASE tell me if it's any good! I look forward to hearing from you! Sorry that it's so short! I promise the future chapters will be longer.