A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #3 Agricultural Sciences - Task #1 -Aeration and Porosity:Write about a someone trying to obtain something vital to their survival. (fuck or die scenario)

Writing Club February

Disney Challenge: 4. I'm Late: Write about someone in a rush.

Amber's Attic: 17 Naomi, Skins: (plot point) trying to push someone away

Sophie's Shelf: 16- . 'Born Naked' - in which the contestants must create a resort wear tearaway to reveal a nude illusion. Prompt: (word) Naked

Lizzy's Loft: 9 - Please wake up and feel the love

Scamander's Case: 7 - (character) Severus Snape

Lyric Alley: 30 - At least out loud I won't say I'm in love

Word Count: 1045

"You would rather die than have sex with me," Hermione stated, staring at the man in front of her. He was already paler than he had been.

"Yes. I have lived a horrible life, Hermione. I deserve this," he whispered. She gently took his hand and led him to his bed. He sat on the edge, still staring at her.

"No one deserves this, sir. Don't even lie to me that you're not already in agony. I can see it on your face."

He scowled at her. Hermione sat down next to him, placing her hand on his leg. She looked into his eyes, a look that was filled with worry.

"I won't let you lower yourself for this. You deserve someone who loves you, who isn't a twisted old man," he muttered, turning from her. She reached up and ran her fingers though his hair. He turned back towards her.

"You're not that old, Severus. How long? How long do you have before the curse kills you?"

"An hour, maybe two. I don't know for sure. Why do you even care? Why are you even here? Anyone else would have left me to die in agony." He looked at the floor, trying to avoid her gaze. She knew what she would see in his black eyes. She knew he was afraid, both of dying and of what had to be done to save himself.

"That's not true and you know it. Professor McGonagall wouldn't have left you, she didn't leave you. She sent for me."

"A foolish move on her part."

"Why? Because she knows the truth about us? Knows that we're soulmates, that I love you," Hermione argued. She'd known Severus was her soulmate since that first day of potions, when the whole world had suddenly seemed to shift into a new perspective.

"We can't be soulmates. My soulmate is dead."

Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes. She'd heard this argument too many times to even bother entertaining it anymore.

"Lily was never your soulmate, Severus. You have only convinced yourself of that fact to deny that you do have a chance at happiness, that there is someone who loves you, someone who is willing to give all of herself to save your life."

"It's not worth saving."

"And why do only you get a say in that? I am your soulmate, Severus, we both know it. Would you really condemn me to a life without you because you're too damn stubborn to admit that you want me just as much as I want you?" Hermione asked, knowing that he would never believe her. She'd known that going into this conversation. She'd come prepared. With a man like Severus, she always had to be at least one step ahead.

"Why are you lying to me? Doesn't a dying man deserve the truth?"

"I am telling you the truth. Here, see this?" she asked, pulling a small vial from her pocket. The clear liquid sloshed inside as she held it up to him.

"Vertiserum?" he asked, staring at it. He knew it was. He was a potions master after all. He had a feeling that this had even come from his private stock. Hermione had always had a habit of stealing things from him; potions, time, his sanity, and, although he'd never admit it, his heart.

"Yes. And now it's gone," she stated, downing the vial in one gulp. Severus stared at her. He knew some people could resist the effects, but he also knew the witch sitting next to him, with her shirt half unbuttoned wasn't one of them. "I'll be forced to tell the truth and the truth is, I love you, Severus. I love you and I want you, and I need you to see that because the thought of living without you is nearly killing me. Please, let me save you," she begged. He took a breath and froze, breathing was becoming harder, his chest tight. Maybe an hour had been too generous. Hermione saw the look of panic cross his face.

"I don't have time to argue, Severus, but it has to be freely given, we both know how the curse works. I can't wait for you to pass out and take advantage of you. Before you do pass out, Severus, please?" she begged, her eyes filling with tears. He nodded, his breathing becoming more erratic.

"I need the word!"

"Yes," he croaked. Hermione sighed in relief as she pushed him back against the bed and climbed on top of him.

"I love you," she whispered before vanishing his clothing. She nearly took a moment to marvel at his naked form, but time was something she didn't have right now. She vanished her own clothing and gently curled her fingers around his cock, stroking it until it became hard. Hermione manuevered herself and slid him inside of her. He moaned loudly and with a small burst of strength arched his back, forcing himself deeper into her. She nearly screamed at the pleasure of it. She rocked against him, never pausing even when she felt his chest stop rising. She kissed his lips, hoping for a response, that she wasn't too late. She came, screaming his name loudly. For a moment, she was sure it was over, that he was gone. Suddenly a heat filled her and a light seemed to envelope the pair. Severus gasped loudly, his eyes flying open. He stared into Hermione's eyes. She smiled gently, running her fingers through his hair.

"Welcome back, sir," she whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

"I love you," he stated. "Thank you."

"I love you too, Severus," she replied, laying her head against his chest, just enjoying the fact that he was breathing again. He held her until her breathing slowed and she, exhausted emotionally and physically fell asleep in his arms. He smiled slowly

. She had been right, Lily never had been his soulmate. This witch, this amazingly stubborn, know it all witch was his soulmate, and he knew it would do no good to deny it anymore. He would admit it to her when she woke. Right now, she needed sleep, she had saved his life after all.