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The Morning After

Chapter Fifteen
� Christmas Spirit

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: No Making $$ off this

AN: Sorry I took so long x.x blaah . But give
lots of love to my beta reader for making sure I didn�t drop the story and roll
around in writers block!

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He had been afraid
to touch her, she noticed.

She realized it
now, after, how he was afraid to touch her, because he was afraid to hurt her�.
afraid to become like him.

An awkward silence
had sprung up between them overnight, and for once in her life, Hermione did
not know what to do.

This is how
Hermione found herself, sitting in McGonagall�s office that Wednesday eve,
drinking some hot apple cider, and nibbling on ginger snaps, while she
consulted what to do about her situation.

She didn�t exactly
tell McGonagall what the true situation was, but she gave a gist of the
problem.

McGonagall seemed
to be enjoying chatting to Hermione about Severus, it seemed to bring back
memories of when he was a greasy awkward youth trying so hard to not get the
shit beaten out of him.

�Oh Hermione,� she
began, McGonagall had figured if Hermione was the �Professors wife, she could
call her by her first name privately, �It seems you have gotten married to one
of the most disagreeable men on the planet. Did I ever tell you that he never
had a girlfriend while here at Hogwarts?�

Hermione stopped
fiddling with her teacup and looked up at McGonagall in shock. �Never?�

�Never,� she
sighed, looking off into the distance, �I was always looking forward to the day
where I could take points off Slytherin for him necking in the hallways, but no
girl would go near him.�

�Why not?�

McGonnagall paused
and looked at Hermione thoughtfully, �Well other than being one of the most
unattractive teenagers around, he was also the school outcast.�

Hermione took a
few moments to digest this, as everything seemed to fall in place, �So you mean
to say that.. in a way I would be his first.. erm girlfriend come wife?�

Looking at her
thoughtfully, McGonnagall mused, �I guess you could say that.�

Her mind seemed to
be reeling with all of this information that seemed to be pouring down onto her
all this week.

Merlin she needed
to escape somehow, plan out her next move.

She hated the
distance that had grown between them. And she was actually getting quite
snappy, because� well despite of everything she still desired him. In fact, if
she didn�t get laid anytime soon she feared she might do something she would
regret.

Excusing herself
due to the lateness of the hour, she found herself wandering the halls. She
could feel him stalking her� but due to the awkward distance that had seemingly
sprung up between them he made no attempt to talk to her, he just followed.

Infact she was
late for returning to the Dungeon Dormitory, and she was slightly missing him
coming up to her and snapping �You are ten minutes late Madame Snape! Ten
points from Gryffindor.�

She would welcome
a point loss if that meant he would stop closing in upon himself.

That night� after
she had stated firmly about how they were different people, and thus would have
a different fate, he seemed to clam up. Fear seemed to be his main course of
action, something that she never would have believed to have such a strong hold
upon Severus two weeks ago.

Although, she was
glad that he was still stalking her, since it meant he wasn�t completely
ignoring her� shutting her out.

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Friday had finally
arrived, and with it came Slughorns party. Hermione had kept putting off
inviting Severus to it, but it seemed that today was now or never to inform him
about it.

She had to do it
now, before he ran away from her, to breakfast.

�Severus.. �

He stopped,
clearly not wanting to be in the same room as her.

�Um uh tonight is
Professor Slughorns Christmas party.. I said I would attend and he asked if you
could come as well.�

Snape glowered,
�Not another of his infernal parties!�

�Yes well� well
you don�t have to come of course. I could just bring someone else.�

Snape narrowed his
eyes. �I will be there.� and briskly turned on his heel and left.

Hermoine let go of
the breath she hadn�t realized she had been holding. That was the longest
conversation she had had with him all week.

She needed to fix
this.

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It seemed
currently the only bright point of her day so far, was her conversation with
Severus that morning.

First off there
had been a �secret assignment� that she had missed � you know, one of those
assignments that everyone else knows about, but for some mysterious reason you
have no clue about, until it is due to be handed in.

Secondly, she had
run into McLaggen earlier who seemed rather keen to know whether or not she was
actually going to show up to Slughorns function with Professor Snape in tow.

She of course
responded �yes�, and could not understand why throughout the day McLaggen kept
popping up and pestering her.

�No McLaggen, I
will not be your date!� she snarled out for the fiftieth time.

�Why not? Why
would you want to go with some sourpuss like Snape?�

It felt as if she
was talking to a wall made of crumbling, degenerating brick. �McLaggen.. he�s
my husband! It�s protocol!� and quickly, she escaped into a mass of Hufflepuffs
who were conviently passing by.

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Crap how the hell
did he get dragged into this?

He had been
avoiding her all week�. he wasn�t sure why, but he had the notion that it was
the best thing to do� after what happened.

Give her some
space.

Crap.

Well shit, he was
kinda scared of her. How firm she was. He half expected her to be afraid of him
now, but instead she seemed to be determined to talk to him. And somehow, with
his mind on trying to get away from her as fast as possible, he happened to
sign himself up for the bloody Slug Club Christmas party!

He glared at his
clothes. What the heck was he going to wear? Nothing too dressy, but not
something old. Hmm.

Grabbing newer
black robes, Severus slipped them on, slightly annoyed that he actually cared
about what he looked like for the party.

Anyways, he
reasoned, Black matches everything� easy to match with Hermione.

�Severus?�
Hermione called, �Are you ready?�

Sighing, he
replied �Yes.� and running his fingers through his greasy lank hair, he entered
the living room with an easy grace masking his trepidation.

His face was
unreadable as he quickly scanned what she was wearing. A feminine pink silk
dress, that hugged her curves and showed too much cleavage for his liking, as
well as her silver strappy shoes.

�Come on lets go,�
she impatiently said, easily linking her arm through his.

�Hermione,� he
began, �don�t you think you should have a cloak on?�

�Why?� Yes! she
thought. Her plan was working!

�It�s cold,�
Severus� look drifted meaningfully over her perked nipples, pushing against the
fabric of her dress.

Hermione snuggled
up to her husband, �Well then. I guess you could cast a warming charm on me
then.�

�Or you could just
wear a cloak.�

�Hmmm I have
nothing to match� if you�re going to be so obstinate I can just do it myself.�
and with a flick and a swish, Hermione cast the charm upon herself.

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The trip to the
party was uneventful, and upon entering the party, Severus was impatient to
find that Hermione seemed to immediately melt away from him, only to be
replaced by the bumbling student McLaggen asking him where she was. �This
annoyed him, after spending all week of trying to avoid her, having her slip
away from him during a social event seemed more of a drag than a relief.

Having the tables
turned on him did not sit well with him at all.

After getting rid
of the bloody student, Severus actively searched for his wife� now and then he
caught a glimpse of her bushy mane, only to have her disappear on him again.

Ah! There she was
talking to her stupid little friends, he moved nearer, only to see her
disappear again and have his arm firmly grabbed by Slughorn. Good Merlin, how
on earth was he supposed to find his wife, pretending to be interested in
Slughorns ramblings.. well this was interesting. When did Potter become a whiz
at potions making?

After making the
appropriate jarb, he looked at Potter more thoughtfully. He may have to ask
Hermione about this.. set about a direct line of inquiry, because there was no
way in� hell that Potter had natural talent with potions.

A rucus coming
closer to them, caught his attention, and he was surprised and slightly
irritated by seeing Draco being gleefully dragged towards them by Filch.

Draco had been
suspicious with this grand mission from Voldemort, and from Dracos expression,
he had just got caught out. Hmm how was the tater tot going to work his way out
of this one?

Lurking outside in
the corrider eh? .. hmm that was a nice cover up.

He could let it
pass� no. This was a prime time to try to get Draco to trust him.

�No I believe I
need to talk to him now,� and with that Severus took hold of Draco and pulled
him down the hall, to a deserted classroom.

�Ow Professer
you�re hurting me!� Draco grumbled, roughly trying to pull away from him.
Snapes grip did not let go until he had cast a simple locking charm on the
door.

�You deserve to be
much more than hurt!� Snape hissed, his anger breaking out upon Draco, �Why
have you been avoiding me when all I want to offer is help?�

�You just want the
glory for yourself! I�ve seen you at the meetings Professor,� Draco�s eyes
narrowed, � I see how you grovel. How the Dark Lord trusts you. I have no idea
how you fool him but you don�t fool me!�

�What makes you
think I would ever fool the Dark Lord? You know my true alliegance is with him
and that I only put up with this job to help him!�

Draco snorted,
�Right.� Then how did you end up married to some mudblood? Hell she isn�t
really even your wife. More like your pet prostitute, she doesn�t even have a
ring!�

�Oh? And whats so
wrong about that Draco?� Severus said silkily, � She�s a mudblood. Why would
you care whether she has a ring or not?�

Draco�s face
paled, his mouth opening once or twice before giving an angry growl, he strode
towards the door, took off the charm and stormed angrily away.

Looking after him,
his thoughts were unsettled. How true.. no ring.

Pushing his hair
out of his face, a sigh escaped him. Now why should that bother him?

Stalking his way
out of the classroom, Severus tried to shrug that thought out of his head.

Reentering the
Christmas Party was like a mini horror movie to Severus, all of this
socializing really cramped his style, due to the main fact that he hated
people.

Now where was
Hermoine so that they could get out of here? His eyes scanned the crowd for her
bushy main. No where. Gritting his teeth, Severus wafted through the crowd,
trying to find his wife, hoping that she hadn�t decided to bunk off without
him.

He was unaware of
the pair of eager eyes watching him from the corner. Hoping that soon he would
be within reach, for they had sinister plans indeed.
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