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The Morning
After

Chapter Eleven � My oh My

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: �

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His feet hurt like hell.

There were many things Severus Hannibal Snape hated, and breaking in new
shoes was up there on the top ten list.

Each time he broke in a pair of new shoes, he vowed that he would make a
potion, a charm, or something that would ensure that he would not have to get
the foot pain that went along with the ordeal.

Of course, once the shoes were
broken in he completely forgot to do that.

His black eyes swept over his classroom.

The students were filing in, taking their usual seats. He felt their
eyes on him, and felt as if something was not quite right, the way they were
avidly looking at some spot on his neck.

Scowling at them, he lazily flicked his wand towards the board, the
instructions for what they were supposed to do appearing.

�The instructions are obviously on the board. I expect no inane chatter,
unless you want feel my wrath.� he droned on in his classroom voice. The
students were making him uncomfortable the way they were staring at him.

Todays Defence Against the Dark Arts class was a mixed group of seventh
year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

Seeing that the students were still covertly glancing at him, even though
they were doing a writing assignment, Severus decided to get whatever it was
out in the open.

A dark haired, blue eyed Ravenclaw girl was staring at him rather
saucily, and he decided that he would address his question to her.

�Miss Steppinford is there something distracting you?� he asked silkily,
his black eyes holding a threat.

Her blue eyes stared at him, and she replied, �Yes sir. I was just
wondering if you realized that you had a rather prominent hicky on your neck?�

His expression was rather unreadable as he continued to stare at the
bold Ravenclaw student.

The entire class waited with baited breath, for the Professors answer.

Even the screaming portraits on the walls seemed to take a break from
their various tortures to see how the Professor would react.

Well the student wasn�t lying, Severus thought, how could he have missed
such an obvious manifestation? Inwardly he scowled, at least Hermione could
have said something, but no, she was still on her �revenge path� and would have
thought it rather amusing to let him go off with a hicky.

Drawing himself up to his full height he quirked an eyebrow at her, �Is
there anything wrong with my having a hicky?�

Alicia Steppinford blushed slightly, �No sir. It just proves to be
distracting sir.�

His eyes narrowed, and then his gaze swept across the classroom, �I
presume this works for the rest of your classmates?�

There were nods of agreement.

�Fine.� With a quick flick of his wand the hicky seemed to disappear �
it was only a glamour charm to conceal it, but it did it�s job. �Now get back
to work. I expect no further interruptions.�

The class was unusually silent for the rest of the period.

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Potions class had been going quite well, although Hermione was still annoyed
that Harry seemed to be doing so well due to the Half Blood Prince�s annotated
copy of the potions text.

Professor Slughorn had requested that she stay after class, because he
had something to ask her, so there she was, standing at his desk, waiting for
him to stop gushing over the brilliance that was Harry.

Finally, he decided to turn his attentions to her.

�Ah Madam Snape,� he beamed at her, � I do hope you will be able to make
it to my little Christmas gathering on the twentieth?�

Hermione smiled, �Yes I do hope to be there.�

�Yes yes, I was hoping if you could be so kind as to be able to bring
your husband along� ??�

�I suppose I could, he is rather stubborn at times,� Hermione said
amicably.

�Yes,� Professor Slughorns brows furrowed, �I have noticed that since
his constant evading of my other parties.�

Hermione smiled at him, �Oh don�t worry Professor, he will come along.�

Professor Slughorn seemed to practically become a sun, he was beaming so
much, �Good! I�m looking forward to seeing you two there.�

Taking her leave of the Professor, Hermione noticed that when she passed
a group of Hufflepuffs their chattering instantly died down.

Well maybe she was just being paranoid� but this happened again passing a group of Ravenclaws and then again
passing some Slytherins, all of who looked rather disturbed.

Speeding up her walk, she went to her next class � Arithmancy � and was
rather bothered to see how this seemed to continue in class. Even Professor
Vector looked slightly put off.

Well maybe Harry or Ron would tell her, when they met up for lunch.

The truth of the matter was, the rumour of Professor Snape having a
hicky had spread like wild fire. And since people were rather keen to add two
and two together, it obviously pointed to the fact that Hermione must have
given him the hicky � since no one else in their right mind would even touch the Professor in that way. Of
course the rumour got twisted and snarled, so that it sounded like some sort of
soft porn video, that had happened in the dungeon corridor with a gaggle of
Slytherin students watching.

Severus didn�t really care, but when the rumours hit Hermione, it
bothered her a whole lot more.

Of course she tried to put a brave face upon it, but when your two best
friends are looking at you with barely concealed disgust at the thought of it,
it was rather hard to deal with.

Hermione hurried lunch through, and went to the library to hide out.

For Merlins sake, he was her husband! They had to expect stuff to
happen, she thought grumpily, staring at the page in front of her.

Glancing at her watch, Hermione inwardly groaned.

Crap, it was Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Quickly, she grabbed her bag, and made her way down to the classroom,
thankful that it wasn�t in the dungeons � for sure she would have been late.
Needless to say she was only a few seconds early, and grabbed her usual seat,
ignoring the stares the other students were giving her.

Severus entered, and Hermione couldn�t see his hicky � well he would
have probably covered it up, but the rumours were still there.

But damn, did he look pissed.

Hermione watched as he walked and noticed that he was slightly mincing..
what on earth was wrong with his feet? She frowned and then smirked, oh yes, he
was breaking in shoes.

He glared at her, and trying to hide her smirk, she quickly focused her
attention onto the next person in her line of vision � which was Draco Malfoy.

That certainly wiped the smirk off her face, instead it became more of a
look of concern.

Although they had been enemies since their first year, Hermione had
realized that Draco was more of Harry�s enemy. .. and that didn�t mean she
didn�t care if her enemy began to look like shit.

Merlin he was so pale, and his face was drawn in as if he hadn�t been
eating properly.

The lesson started � it was some lame written assignment, probably
because Severus wanted an excuse to sit down.

Every so often, Hermione found herself glancing at Draco. Maybe Harry
was right�.

But why would Draco do such a thing? Hermione couldn�t really believe
Draco was that evil. He just couldn�t
be.

Well she hoped he couldn�t be..

Severus had been surreptitiously observing Hermione, seeing how she was
reacting to the rumours, well she didn�t seem to be looking at him or acting
flustered.

Instead she had been making covert cow eyes all class towards.. his eyes
narrowed. Draco Malfoy?!?

His temper, which had been on edge all day, seemed to flare, as he
stalked through the aisles of students.

Hermione was shifting in her seat, in an uncomfortable manner, Severus
noted. Inwardly he growled, was she getting all hot and randy for Malfoy?! He
felt like hexing someone or something or.. anything.

Severus was right about Hermione squiggling about in her seat
uncomfortably � but his reasoning was off by a mile.

In fact, Hermione had a very good reason to be squiggling about in her
seat.

She was damp, but this was definatly not the damp any man wanted to deal
with � the fact of the matter was, Hermione�s period had come.

Glancing at Severus, she saw he was in a terrible mood � but desperate
measures had to be struck for desperate times.

She stuck her hand up in the air.

Severus narrowed his eyes, and decided that it was better to get
whatever it is she wanted over with, than ignore her.

�Yes Madam Snape?�

�Please Professor may I go to the washroom?�

His eyes narrowed, while he inwardly thought, to what? Wank off to Draco Malfoy?

Instead he quirked his eyebrow, �Really Madam Snape, I thought you knew
that the time to use the facilities is between classes � not during. No, you
may not.�

Hermione glared at him, �Sir this is an emergency!�

�Emergency or not, I do not give you permission to leave my classroom,
Madam Snape. So just sit there until the end of class.� he replied silkily, and
he turned away, signaling that this discussion was over.

The class watched this interaction with interest, and then, watched with
even more surprise, as Hermione growled, stuffed everything into her bag, and
stomped out of the classroom without even a backward glance.

There was no way in Hades that Hermione would be sitting in class
without her period attended to, regardless of the point loss.

Circe�s pubic hairs, that man
is insufferable! Hermione thought angrily, as she stormed down into the dungeons. What the hell did he think he was doing,
denying her access to the toilets? What the hell did he think she was going to
do? Do a strip tease for Moaning Myrtle?

Hermione shuddered at that thought.

She came to the familiar blank stretch of wall, and looked at it, she
had learned that instead of actually saying the password, she just had to think
it very strongly and it would work � plus it would be super embarrassing to
have some students or anyone else pass by when she said the password.

She couldn�t believe her husband would use such a password, and oh..

She squeezed her eyes shut and thought, Strawberry Shortcake.

A door appeared, and she entered her rooms.

Of course when Severus had told her his password, she was thinking about
food, but no, he had confirmed that he had been inspired by some dreadful
eighties childrens cartoon, that had been popular in the muggle world, and that
seemed to be making a sort of retro resurgence.

She had been too afraid to ask anymore.

Flinging her bag onto the couch, Hermione quickly grabbed her change of
underwear, and her toiletries, and was slightly horrified at how heavy her
period was being � thanking Merlin she didn�t stick around in class or else
more than her underwear would have been stained.

When she was finished, she left her stained underwear in the sink, full
of cold salt water, to help remove the stain.

Glancing at her watch, she realized she still had about forty five
minutes until Charms, and flopping on the couch, Hermione stretched out, drew a
blanket over herself, and fell asleep.

No need to hurry back to Defence Against the Dark Arts.

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To add to his already terrible mood, it did not help at all having
Hermione storm out of his classroom like that.

He was able to subtly vent his fury out upon the Gryffindors, although
Pansy was able to rankle him enough to deduct ten points from Slytherin, which
effectively shut the class up right then and there.

When the bell rang, the class was out of there like a shot, and Severus
was rather amazed that so many students were able to disappear within thirty
seconds.

At dinner, he was still in a rather I
want to kill you mood, and was rather annoyed when Professor Flitwick
decided to sit beside him, with the intent to actually socialize with him.

�Ah Severus how are you?� Filius ventered.

Severus just scowled, hoping to get the message of �I don�t want to talk
right now� across.

Apparently he was fighting a losing battle.

�Aha still as cheery as always,� Flitwick said in his squeaky voice in a
somewhat amused manner.

�Is there something you want Filius?� he asked silkily.

Professor Flitwick looked at him, and after a moment nodded. �Yes, I was
wondering on how your wife is?�

Here Severus frowned, and smoothly replied, �I thought you would be
better in the know, since she was in your class last.�

Filius shook his head, �No in fact, she wasn�t.�

Spooning the peas around his plate, Severus glanced over at Gryffindor
table, and found that she wasn�t there either.

In fact, Harry and Ron seemed to be giving him the evil eye.

�I suppose she isn�t feeling well,� Severus finally replied. �If she is
missing your class.�

Filius nodded, �Well I hope to hear that she�s better soon.�

Deciding that that did not deserve an answer, Severus finished his meal
in silence.

Giving a curt nod to Filius, Severus departed, his mind gnawing on the
fact the Hermione had also missed charms, he felt a slight pang of guilt, what
if there was actually something wrong with her?

Oh shit what the hell did he do?

He scowled at the passing group of Gryffindor students, as he turned
down into the dungeons, crap was he actually worrying about his girl of a wife?

No, no he wasn�t.

He unwarded the door, and entered his chambers.

Relaxation entered into him, he could smell her, and feel her presence.

So nothing terrible had happened, he walked over to her sprawled out
form on the couch � which he had toned down to a nice green.

Her bag was near the couch, so she had obviously meant to go to charms�

Hair was sprawled out around her head like some messy dense bush halo,
and he let his fingers drift into it, curling her hair in between them.

Her lips were parted, inviting him to lean down and kiss her � he caught
himself halfway down to kiss her.

No, he couldn�t fuck her, so no use in kissing her. That actually
implied something. Something he didn�t want to acknowledge.

Something that he couldn�t acknowledge. Something that shouldn�t be acknowledged.

Whatever that something was, he wasn�t bothered to figure it out.

Scowling down at her sleeping form, he decided to leave her alone for
now, he was more preoccupied with something else.

It was his bellow that awoke her into the startling depths of reality.

When she opened her sleep ridden eyes, she was shocked to find him
standing there, a black scowl on his face, holding her panties between his
finger and thumb as if it had clearly offended him.

Which in a way it had..

Trying hide the smirk that threatened to spill across her face, Hermione
put on a puzzled expression.

�What is it Severus?�

�What are these� here he shook
her panties at her, his voice a low hiss, �doing in the sink?�

She sat up, and brushed her hair away from her face. �Soaking.�

His responding glare told her that he had figured that much out.

She sighed, �Severus I got my period! I don�t want my underwear
stained.. so I just put them in the sink with cold salt water. Why are you so
offended?�

�Because I do not expect to find bloody underwear in my bathroom sink
that�s why! Why don�t you just leave these things to the house elves?�

Here Hermione scowled at him, �Because the house elves might have left
it too long! I pay good money for my underwear Severus and I�m not letting a
bit of carelessness ruin them!�

He scowled back at her, �I don�t want your underwear in the sink! If
your underwear gets ruined I can just buy you a new pair!�

�I don�t want your money Severus! I want to keep my underwear!�

�If you want to keep your underwear don�t put them in the sink!�

Hermione, trembling with anger, stood up and snatched her underwear from
his hand.

�Shut up Severus!� and then, as if she had clearly lost her mind in that
moment in time, she punched him on the nose.

Silence ensued, as Hermione clapped her hand to her mouth, her wet underwear
dangling from her finger, her eyes wide with shock at what she had done, while
Severus tenderly touched his nose.

It wasn�t bleeding, that was a good sign.

His black eyes seemed to be burning into her, she tried not to look at
him, but it was as if little holes were being bored into her head, and
inexplicably she found herself looking at him, her eyes drawn to his.

His fists clenched, and unclenched, and he gritted his teeth.

And then� he laughed.

It wasn�t a depraved laugh, or anything that would cause anyone undue
alarm.

It was more of a short bark of laughter, a startled amusement making
itself evident.

In fact, it served to scare Hermione more than if he had actually hit
her.

His dark eyes seemed to be burning her with his anger and amusement at
this situation.

Merlin, we�re fighting over
underwear.

That had been his thought, it had helped to bring him back down to
reality.

�Hermione, I will not stand for your underwear in my sink, if you have
anything ruined by this, I will buy you a new pair.�

His set jaw seemed to be there to stop her protesting.

She scowled, �I won�t do as you say Severus!�

He advanced on her, �You will
do as I say Hermione.�

�No.�

She was being stubborn.

�Why are you being so aggravating witch?� he hissed, his body was mere
inches away from hers.

Brown eyes swept up, towards his face. �Because I want to.� then her
brow furrowed. �Severus, what time is it? Aren�t you supposed to be teaching
class?�

�I doubt anyone would want to have an extra class with me,� he replied
smoothly, then his dark eyes looked at her, amusement in them. �It�s six thirty
Hermione..�

Her eyes widened in horror.

�I�VE MISSED CHARMS?!� she shrieked, trying to see that this wasn�t
true.

�Apparently.�

�Oh my gosh oh my gosh,� she rushed over to her bag, �See you!� and
throwing her underwear at him, she ran out of his rooms, apparently going to
see what she missed in charms.

On reflex he had caught her underwear. His brow furrowed, he wasn�t even
going to ask what that was about.

He glanced at the clock, most likely she wouldn�t be back for a few
hours yet, due to her �avoid him at all costs� regime.

Hmm time to be sneaky, he thought, as he dropped her underwear into the
laundry basket.

Time to find that dildo.

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AN: OK I admit it, I could not pass up a Severus
with a hickey. It was too delish to miss.

Ok and about the name Hannibal.
No I really did not name him after that cannibal dude. I actually named him
Hannibal, after the military commander! He fought against the Romans, and one
of the cool things he did, was while they were fighting upon the waters he
filled baskets full of poisonous snakes and then tossed them onto the enemy
Roman boats and caused mass havoc! Gotta love the History channel. =) OH and
you can check him up on Wikipedia if you feel like learning more about Hannibal
Barca. You know.. become slightly more
educated yadda yadda. =)

@ SorceressFujin � I figured
someone might be expecting the whole revenge plan. It was too sublime to pass
up.
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