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The Morning
After

Chapter Ten � A Severe
Embarrassment

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: Must I still do
this?

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Severus was growing suspicious of his wife. He had been particularly
nasty to her � in more ways than one � and was rather annoyed by her lack of
response of late.

At first, when he had started his nasty tirade of humiliation, he was
rewarded by anger or a hurt look in her eyes. There was just something about
her that really annoyed him. Ever
since she had shown her shiny morning face at Hogwarts, she had been a prickle
in his side.� It didn�t help that she was
now his wife.

His eyes narrowed as he viciously scrawled a spiky red �D� on someone�s
essay.

But lately�

Instead of the satisfactory expression of hurt or, more commonly, anger
in her expressive brown eyes, there had been no major reaction at all. Instead,
there seemed to be a steely determination lurking behind them as if she had
something on him that he didn�t know about. She seemed to be wearing this new
determination like an amulet against him and he just did not know what was
causing it.

Needless to say, this was irritating him beyond measure.

Plus, she seemed to be skilled at avoiding him. He scowled, although she
kept coming to the rooms just on-time.

His dark eyes darted towards the clock. He was hiding out in his office,
and it was getting onto ten p.m. She
should be in bed by now. He was feeling rather fatigued, which also helped
to further irritate him. Why was he feeling so damn tired today?

Glaring at the rest of the papers, Severus decided to leave them until
tomorrow. He might be too lenient in marking them with the way fatigue seemed
to be setting in tonight.

Gliding into his rooms, he was satisfied to see Hermione already curled
up in bed, apparently in a deep sleep. It did not take too long to join her.

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Hermione had noticed that her husband was getting antsy. Good.

Her plan of revenge was moving along smoothly, and the potion was well
on its way.

Eyes glinting, she cast a look over towards him.� He was fast asleep.

Actually all of this revenge planning had left her feeling decidedly�evil.

She had this all planned out, and in order to guarantee that the potion
was stoppered at its most prime, she had to cap it at midnight precisely. This
had caused some delay to her brewing it right away. She had to figure out a way
to do this without being discovered.

But with the help of Dobby, she had been able to put a sleeping elixir
into his drink at dinner tonight, so that meant that by ten o�clock he should
be conked out until the morning.

Poking him to ensure that he was truly deeply asleep, she gently rolled
out of bed, and pulled on her robes and shoes.

Disillusioning herself, she crept down towards the Room of Requirement.

She had entertained the thought of making it in Moaning Myrtle�s
bathroom, but did not fancy dealing with the miserable ghost and thought that
if she had forgotten anything, the ROR would provide it for her.

Pacing in front of the blank stretch of wall, Hermione thought hard and
was relieved to find the door.

Entering it, she saw the potion simmering away.� It had turned a light, translucent pink, and
she watched it for a few minutes before pulling the vial out.

Glancing towards the clock, she noticed it was 11:59.

Holding her breath, she watched as the second hand ticked closer and
closer towards the twelve.

Please let this go well! She thought
desperately, as her natural reflexes took over.�
With precision she stoppered the potion at midnight exactly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Hermione smiled serenely at the potion.
All was well with the world.

Pulling out a package of socks, she summoned Dobby once more.

The house elf obediently appeared and Hermione instructed the elf on
what he was to do, as well as giving him the package of novelty socks.

Overjoyed, the house elf bowed and winked out again.

Stretching, Hermione smiled and went back to the dungeons.

It seemed things were moving along nicely.

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The bed was cold. �Flinging his
arm out, his sleep filled mind registered that.�
Grumpily, he moved over to where his wife should be.

She wasn�t there.

Stretching his body out to where she should be, Severus struggled to
awaken, but suddenly relaxed as he heard her padding back into the bedroom. She
probably just went to the washroom.

Still, he was too much asleep to move back to his side of the bed, and
as Hermione stood there staring at him she sighed.

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, she looked for a spot to crawl
into. But Severus had become spread eagle in the middle of the bed on his
stomach. Sure, the bed was big�but when someone decides to be diagonal on the
bed, there�s only so much a person can do.

She leaned forward and poked him. All she got was a sort of snuffle, and
the man in bed just lay there.

Her eyes narrowed.

She poked him again and her results were less than satisfactory.

Still feeling slightly evil, Hermione stood up and walked towards the
other side of the bed, gazing at her husband with a beady eye. Well, there seems to be only one way to do
this�

She smacked his bum.� Hard.

Jolting awake, Severus turned his head towards her direction.

�Whahelthafo?� came his sleep garbled growl.

�Move over, Severus. I want some bed too, you hog!� Hermione snapped.

Glaring at her, he shifted over and flipped onto his back.

�No need to smack my butt,� he growled.

�Hmmph. That�s what you
think.� came the reply, as Hermione slipped into bed beside him. �Poking does
not have the desired effect.�

She turned her back to him and settled down to sleep.

Frustratingly, Severus pushed up against her and growled, �That doesn�t
mean you can take liberties with me, wife.�

Incredulous, she turned over and stared at him. �EXCUSE ME? Gods you�re insufferable you know that!�

Anger overtaking her sleep, Hermione pulled herself
out of bed and glared at her husband. �I can�t believe the gall of you to say something like that! After everything you�ve
done to me!� She pulled the covers off the bed, angrily snatching her pillow.

�Goodnight, husband.� And Hermione left
Severus, coverless and angry, alone in bed.

Hermione glared at the black threadbare couch and flicked her wand
towards it derisively.

It immediately transfigured into a plush pink couch, large enough to
sleep on comfortably.

On a second thought, she put a repelling spell around her, so if her
husband decided to attack her during the night he would be in for a rather
nasty surprise.

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Severus had been rather shocked at his wife�s outburst, and was about to
get out of bed to demand what she meant by it all�when he had become conked out
by the potion. He didn�t know he had been drugged, but it was rather vexing for
him to wake up and realize it was morning and he was freezing.

So he was in a rather foul mood against his wife, and had wanted to ream
her for her insubordination.

But when he had gotten to the couch in the morning, she was gone. And he
was horror struck, staring at the plush pink couch that had once been his
threadbare one.

So it was in a rather dark mood the Potions Master entered breakfast in
the Great Hall.

Hermione watched him beadily and smiled a rather satisfied smile as he
downed his drink in one. Noticing her smile, Ginny leaned forward a questioning
look upon her face.

�The plan is all in order,� Hermione said serenely, and Ginny�s
questioning expression cleared up at once into a rather smug look.

Severus shuddered and eyed his beaker speculatively. When he had drunk
it, it felt as if an icy cold fire had seared throughout his body and settles
in his loins. Shifting uncomfortably, he glanced towards his wife and was even
more annoyed by the serene look upon her face.

The day for Severus went as it usually did. Well, except for the minor
inconvenience of Neville Longbottom setting fire to
his shoes. That had earned Gryffindor a loss of twenty house points, and he
couldn�t help shaking the feeling that his wife was somehow behind this. Why
she would attack his shoes was beyond him, but she seemed too�smug with herself.

At about eight o�clock, he entered into his chambers and was surprised
to see his wife already there. She was definitely up to something.

She was sprawled across the once again pink couch, dressed in nothing
but a gauzy sheer green nightgown that left very little to the imagination. A
jolt of desire seemed to rush through his body at the sight of her, and he was
thinking on his earlier plans of reaming her into a crying puddle of ecstasy
when he noticed something definitely odd.

Sure he was turned on, but there was a vital part of him that wasn�t.

Hearing him, she looked over at him, her eyes outlined in black. The
book she held in her hands looked to be one of those lusty romance novels that
involved some sort of rich man in a kilt, and a castle.

�Hey Sevvles,� she said nonchalantly, before
returning her attention to the book.� That
got his attention.

�Sevvles?�

�Hm.�

Eyes narrowed, he slowly walked towards her. �Hermione, what is it that
you have done?�

Not bothering to look at him she replied, �What do you mean?�

Towering over her, and getting a rather nice view of her cleavage, he
growled out, �You know exactly what you have done.�

Shifting a bit, she looked up at him rather heatedly, a smile quirked
upon her mouth. �Oh? I have no idea what you�re talking about Sevvy poo.�

Nostrils flaring, his look seemed to intensify ten times more, and
Hermione felt slightly unsettled.

�I know what you did.�

Eyes wide she seemed mesmerized by his, and she felt a slight feeling of
horror as he leaned in for the kill.

His voice was soft and silky, and seemed to be penetrating more than her
mind.

Mouth dry, she shakily replied, �D-d-did what?�

�How dare you give me an
erectile dysfunction potion!� he exploded.

Her wide brown horrorstruck eyes confirmed his suspicion.

�H-how?�

His eyes locked onto hers he replied snarkily,
�I had a suspicion since this morning. I know the effects of taking one of
those potions, but I did not have it confirmed until now.�

And then, to his utter disconcertion, Hermione broke into a wide grin.
�You mean it worked?�

A growl was his reply.

With a �Yipee!� she bounced off the couch and reached
for her robes.

�Where are you going?� he snarked out, and she
smiled at him brilliantly.

�Harry and Ron!�

�Surely not in that?� His gaze lingered on her
nightgown.

Frowning she replied, �Why not?�

�Because it is entirely inappropriate.�

She struck a pose, her robes hanging off the crook of her right arm.
�Well I�d be wearing my robes over them Sevvy.�

�Still inappropriate, and why are
you calling me �Sevvy�?�

Flicking her hair she replied, �Because Severus is just too long.
Anyways, I think you make a cute Sevvy.�

That was definitely the wrong thing to say, as Hermione found herself
flipped upside down, and flung across his shoulder.

She let out a shriek and struggled against him.

�I think you deserve some punishment, wife.� His voice came out rather
huskily, causing Hermione to shriek and struggle some more.

He sat down on the plush pink couch and sprawled her across his lap, her
ass jutting up.

�What are you doing?!� Hermione shrieked at him, as he hiked her gauzy
nightdress up to reveal her bare ass.

�This,� he hissed, bringing his hand down in a resounding slap.

She continued to struggle against his firm hold on her as he continued
to smack her ass, her eyes watering.

�This is for setting my shoes on fire, *slap* and this is for giving me
some fucking erectile dysfunction potion *slap slap*
and this is for calling me Sevvy!�� On the last
one he gave her a rather brutal slap, enjoying the cry of pain she released.

Her ass had gotten rather red, and she seemed to have realized that
struggling was futile.

Severus� breathing seemed to be calming down, and he realized in a
rather vindictively amused manner what he had done.

Hermione was sobbing across his lap, her ass bright red, and his hand
feeling rather tingly.

He gently stroked her red ass, feeling her shuddering body start to
relax somewhat.

He wasn�t going to apologize, exactly.� Really, she had it coming, especially for
slapping his ass last night�he scowled at the memory�and for being very, very
annoying.

Hermione had said something, but he didn�t really catch what it was.

�Mmm?�

Her voice was thick with her tears as she said, �I said, are you done
yet?�

Really her ass wasn�t that bad, he continued stroking it as if he were
deep in thought.

�No,� was his reply, as he heaved her up to sit in his lap.

�No?� �Her eyelashes were wet, and
her face was red and splotchy from crying.

�Hmmmm, no.�

She glared at him. �You�ve beaten my ass raw and you�re not done with me
yet?�

�Nope.�

Sniffling, she wiped her eyes. �Get on with it, then.�

Shifting her more securely on his lap, his eyes hard, he looked at her
speculatively.

�Why?�

Clearly not expecting this question, Hermione just stared at him.

�Why, Hermione? Why the impotency potion? Don�t you like me fucking
you?� �The last part had come out as a growl.

At the last part, Hermione blushed.

�Hmm?�

Fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, she replied rather quietly, �I
wanted some revenge, Severus.�

�And this is the way you take it out? I�m fairly certain that�s not the
only reason you embarked upon this scheme.�

Damn he is sharp, Hermione thought. Well, time to let it all out into the air.

Looking at him directly she replied, �I want us to have a proper
relationship. I�m sick of being just your fuck toy, Severus.�

His eyes widened.

Feeling heartened, Hermione continued. �If I�m to be a proper wife,
Severus, I want to know more than the length and width of my husband�s penis. I
mean, I don�t even know if you have a middle name.�

�Hannibal.� he replied absently.

This time Hermione�s eyes widened. �Dear Merlin. You�re Severus Hannibal
Snape?�

�Yes, what of it?� came his irritated reply.

�I hope that means you won�t eat me, sir.� was her mock meek reply.

�Hmm, that depends,� his eyes seemed to darken. Damn her, if he had the
cure to this erectile dysfunction potion, he would take it and then ream her
within an inch of her life.� Still, that
didn�t mean that he was left defenseless. Seeing the glint of evilness in his
eyes, Hermione shifted, feeling nervous again.

She started to babble, �Plus it�s a relief. I don�t have to worry about
you jumping out of dark corners and sexually harassing me. I mean, I find more
romance in a dildo.�

His eyebrow quirked. �You have a dildo?�

Blushing, she averted her eyes.

�I�ll take that as a yes, then��
He paused, his manly pride rankled. �So you find more romance in a
dildo?� �His eyes narrowed, and his hand
started to caress her thigh. �I believe I will change your mind on that.�

Hermione snorted. �Oh, don�t try to kid yourself. I can hardly picture
you the romantic type.�

Severus� eyes fell upon the discarded romance novel. �I am not kidding
myself. Your delusions of romance will not fit me Hermione.� here his voice
dropped down to a low purr, �But I believe I will be able to satisfy far more
than those types can.�

�How? I gave you the Witches Relief potion, how would you be able to �satisfy� me
Severus?�

He just smirked and replied simply, �Joy button.�

�What?�

�Hmm � how long will this potion last?� he
totally disregarded her question.

�A week. The antidote takes a month to
brew�so you�re stuck.� Hermione smirked.

�Not really�although it will be rather an annoyance to be turned on
mentally, but not turned on physically,� his black eyes glittered as he gazed
at her body, �I�ll find ways to compensate.�

Knowing that she was playing with fire, Hermione replied, �How?�

His smirk was pure evil. �By way of your joy button,
Hermione.�

Her brow furrowed.

His hand had meandered up, and was caressing her breasts, the flimsy
material of her nightgown adding a delicious friction.

Lips against her ear, he murmured, �Let me show you.�

Hermione�s eyes dilated, as his lips brushed against her neck, sucking
and nibbling. His hands were busily teasing her nipples to full awareness, as
heat settled deep inside of her belly.

Her body automatically surrendered to his ministrations, and she felt
his hand caress her side, making its way down to her thigh, caressing the inner
part decidedly ignoring her wet core.

His mouth was upon hers, warm and insistent, and she complied with his
demanding tongue.� He gently brushed his
tongue against hers, causing her to sigh, and Severus breathed in her air.

Severus seemed unsettled by her sudden relaxation into his
ministrations, but also by how turned on he was by her sweet surrender.

If only he could fuck her�

Hermione�s tongue entwined with his and she breathed in, drawing Severus
breath into her lungs.

Severus� heart beat quickened; he couldn�t ever remember being kissed by
a witch like this.

It felt as if little fires were running throughout Hermione�s body. The
act of simply kissing seemed so much more intimate than when he fucked
her.�

She moaned against his mouth, as his hand slipped into her wet pussy,
and he gently stroked her clit � or as he so aptly called it her �joy
button�.� He could feel her trembling
beneath his hands, and he gently rolled it between his fingers. With a startled
cry, Hermione orgasmed at those brief touches, the
smell of her arousal strong.

His eyebrow quirked. ��Naughty witch,� he hissed against her mouth,
before trailing his mouth down her neck, sucking and biting her in earnest now.
No doubt she would wake up with quite a few love bites tomorrow.

His mouth descended upon her erect nipples, suckling them through the
material of her nightgown. Hermione writhed underneath his ministrations, her
body flushed, her eyes and voice an incoherent
cacophony of lust and desire.

Her arousal was driving him wild, and with a feral growl, Severus pulled
Hermione�s hips upwards, and pushed her nightgown up, giving him full access to
her.

Merlin she is wet.� His eyes dilated as he stared at her. How I want to fuck her.

Hermione made a soft moan, which triggered an animalistic hunger in
Severus. His head plunged between her thighs, his tongue viciously tasting and
partaking of her essence.

Hermione was just a bundle of nerves, crying out as his tongue laved at
her.

His hands were planted firmly on her thighs, ensuring that she didn�t
buck up, or do anything unfavorable towards his head.� Greedily he sucked at her, his saliva coating
her walls.� He could feel her temperature
rising when, with a hoarse cry, she came, his mind in a blissful nirvana as he
continued to suck her clean of her juices.

Satisfied, he brought his head up and looked at the flushed witch on the
couch, her cum smeared across his nose, cheeks, chin, and mouth.

Merlin she looks kissable. �With another growl, he drew himself up the
length of her body and invaded her mouth, delighted with her gasps and moans as
she returned his oral attack with equal fervor.

Gasping for air, Severus pulled away, only to be attacked by Hermione�s
hot, persistent mouth on his neck as she kissed nibbled and licked.

Severus relaxed as Hermione kissed his neck, her hot little hands
fumbling with the buttons of his frock coat. With a frustrated growl, Hermione
pulled away and grabbed her wand. With a wave, Severus was suddenly nude
underneath her and she looked at him hungrily.

Her mouth descended upon his chest as she sucked and nibbled his
nipples, moving her tongue across his scars.

Brown eyes looked up at simmering black ones.� As she planted soft kisses upon his stomach,
their eyes connected.

She sat up and studied him�his face, his greasy hair, his scarred body,
his flaccid penis.

�Shifting, she moved her position
to sitting directly on his chest, her wet core pressing down upon him.

�Severus,� she whispered, sitting fully upright and tossing her hair, a determined
air shining in her eyes. �Treat me like a wife and not a fuck toy.�

He didn�t respond.

Her eyes narrowed, �Sevvy poo?
Are you awake?�

His lip curled.

She smiled, and leaned forward and kissed his cheek. �Oh, come on�don�t
be all pissy about some silly erectile dysfunction
potion.�

He turned his head away.

�Oh, come on�how bad could it be?�

His face turned back to hers, �It�s already hell,� he hissed, �I�m so
fucking turned on and I can�t do a fucking thing about it, witch.�

She smiled again. �Oh Sevvy poo, just think what more I could do to you if you piss me
off.�

�Hmmm, I believe it would be in your best interest not to piss me off, witch,� he growled, his arms
snaking up around her.

�Hermione squealed and struggled
against him, �What are you going to do? Fuck me?�

�Oh, I don�t know wife, you seemed to enjoy my joy button treatment,� he
purred, �maybe I should try something more drastic.�

Hermione�s lips quirked. �Like what?�

�Strip tease,� was his serious reply.

Hermione stared at him, trying to see whether he was joking or not, but
ended up giggling anyways.

�That would take forever with what you like to wear!� �She wiped her eyes from laughter.

Growling, he sat up, pushing Hermione firmly in his lap, his eyes
glittering dangerously. �What? You believe I won�t make a good stripper?�

�Uhmm�yeah.� Hermione said, her
heart beating faster.

His eyes narrowed, his manly pride obviously rankled.

�Just you wait, witch. Once this week is over, you will be eating those
words.� he growled.

Hermione tried to hide her smile and looked towards the fire.

�I�ll look forward to it.�

The rest of the night was spent in relative comfortable silence, both
entwined on the lurid pink couch, Hermione doing her homework, Severus making a
lesson plan.

Don�t worry, he put his clothes back on.

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Hermione�s plan of revenge seemed to be going well.� After talking to Ginny, Hermione realized how
fruitless other schemes would be � like putting a sticking potion to his
chair.� Hexing him and the like would
prove nothing if she was not able to get what she wanted from her revenge.

And when Ginny came up with the idea of impotence, it had been just too
good to pass up.� Plus, it would give
Hermione a week to rest and relax.

The previous night however proved to be slightly unnerving for Hermione.
�Severus seemed to have taken everything
quite well.

Too well, in fact.

Deep in thought, Hermione slowly peeled her banana and thoughtfully
began eating it.

Dark eyes watched her, in a slightly grumpy mood.

Did she realize how erotic she
looked?� Severus thought moodily, he was
certain that she was eating the banana like that just to get a rise from him.

He tried to scan the hall but it was like a morbid fascination just
watching her eat her banana, licking her lips.

He wasn�t even covertly staring at her; he was basically slowly eating
his porridge, blatantly staring.

And what the hell happened last
night? he thought angrily. Squirming a little at the
thought, he finished his porridge.

It�s almost as if we�ve
connected on some other level�

Letting out a soft sigh, he stood up and left the Great Hall.

Why the hell does she want to
develop a relationship with me?

In a swirl of billowing robes, he strode down the halls, ignoring the
curious stares students were giving him.

After he had passed, a group of Hufflepuff
girls turned to each other, each asking the other if what they had seen was
true.

Because if it was true, Severus Snape must not have
looked in the mirror that morning.

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AN: Must say I�ve been
simply dying to write this chapter. BUT
it
turned out completely different than what I wanted it to be! Severus just took
over the chapter and the like, but yes Hermione�s revenge continues. Anyone up
for giving me some ideas for evil revenge twists? ;D

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