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The Morning After
Chapter 18 ~ The Morning After
The next morning when Severus woke up, he was startled at first, sitting up and looking around Hermione’s room wildly before realizing he was still in his Professor’s bed. He fell back smiling for a moment until he realized he was alone.
He sat up again, noticing he was in his boxers and scourgified. The door to the bathroom was closed, but he could make out the shower running. Professor Granger must be getting ready for the day. But . . . it was Saturday, so she didn’t have classes.
The young wizard slid out of the bed and stealthily walked over to the bathroom door, placing his ear against it. Yes, the shower was running. He tried the door and found it open. He slipped in and stared at the translucent shower door, watching as Hermione bathed her body. He already had a morning erection, but he definitely became more aware of it as he looked at the witch.
Slowly, he began to approach the shower. Hermione suddenly froze mid-wash.
”Get out of here and get dressed, Mr. Snape! Immediately,” she snapped.
Severus started.
”But . . . but I want to shower too,” he said to her, watching as the witch’s hands went to her hips.
”You can shower when you get to Gryffindor Tower,” Hermione said, frowning.
”But . . . but I thought we might . . .” he began.
”We won’t. Now, go get dressed like I told you. I’ll be out in a minute,” the witch said.
Severus let out a sigh and dejectedly walked back into the bedroom, picking up his robes and shrugging them on. If only he had woken a bit earlier, he probably could have persuaded the Potions mistress to give him another go. He sat down on the side of the bed and pulled on his socks, then his boots. He waited.
Eventually, Hermione came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking as untouchable as ever as she looked at the wizard.
”You are out of danger now, Mr. Snape. Now, give me your oath you will not be telling your friends about our . . . engagement,” Hermione said to him, her eyes narrowed.
”I wouldn’t tell them anyway. This is between you and me, Professor,” Severus said, his eyes hot as he looked at her. Hermione had the distinct impression she was naked to the boy.
“No, Mr. Snape. It ‘was’ between us. There is no ‘is,” the witch said. “Now your oath.”
Severus reluctantly gave Hermione an oath that he wouldn’t tell anyone about what occurred between them the night before. The witch nodded then walked to the door of her bedroom, motioning for the wizard to follow her. But he continued to sit on the bed.
”Come along, Mr. Snape. It is time for you to depart,” she said to him evenly as the young wizard’s dark eyes rested on her soberly.
”It’s Saturday. Neither of us have anything to do on Saturdays. Can’t I spend the day with you? We don’t have to do anything,” he said to Hermione, who sighed.
He was like a whipped muggle puppy.
”Unlike you, I do have things to do, Mr. Snape, and it doesn’t include playing nursemaid to a love-sick little Gryffindor. What we had last night was a one-time occurrence. We can move on now. You can practice your prowess on witches closer to your age, witches who want to be involved with you in that manner,” Hermione said.
Severus studied her.
”But you liked me that way, Professor. I could tell. I could feel it inside you,” he breathed, “You wanted me. I know you did.”
Hermione scowled at him.
”Mr. Snape. What I felt for you was purely physical. It was . . . reactionary. I am a practicing celibate . . .” she began.
”Not anymore,” the young wizard said with a bit of smugness that made Hermione want to whip out her wand and blast him. But she didn’t.
“I AM a practicing celibate who only indulged you to save your miserable life. Don’t put more than what it was into this. I am not about to become your ‘girlfriend,’” she snapped at him.
Severus stood up and began to slowly walk toward her.
“How am I supposed to look at you the same way, knowing how you are, how good . . . how . . . how . . .” he began
“You’ll manage. I’m sure I’m not the first thing you wanted in your life but couldn’t have, Mr. Snape, and I won’t be the last. Now, please leave my rooms. I won’t ask you so nicely next time,” Hermione said, her amber eyes cold.
Severus stopped a few inches from her.
”A kiss then? One last kiss, Professor?” he asked her, his eyes pleading.
She shook her head. To kiss him would give him hope there could be something more.
“No, Mr. Snape. You received your last kisses from me last night. There will be no more,” she said sternly.
Severus blinked at her, his mouth working as if he wanted to say more. But he didn’t. Shoulders slightly slumped he walked out of the bedroom into her study.
”I’ll send you to the main hall. You must be hungry,” the witch said.
Severus looked at her a bit sorrowfully.
”I’ll never eat …” he began, before Hermione screeched at him.
”DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!” the witch hollered, afraid he’d set another blasted oath in motion.
Severus shut up.
Hermione rubbed her forehead with her hand, then strode up to the floo, took some powder out of the box and tossed it into the flames, which turned green.
”The Main Hall,” she said, then looked at Severus pointedly.
”Goodbye, Mr. Snape,” she said as the boy approached the floo.
The wizard stopped in front of the fireplace and let out a long sigh. Hermione rolled her eyes, taking them off him for a second.
Suddenly Severus grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth, the witch struggling in his arms. He released her with a rakish smile then dashed through the flames before she could draw her wand.
“Why of all the impertinent, sneaky, low-down . . . “ the witch cursed, spluttering.
But the Gryffindor was long gone, no doubt proud of himself that he managed to steal a kiss and escape getting hexed. Hermione shook her head at the boy’s audacity.
”Well, that’s that,” she said, straightening her robes and running her hand through her hair. She headed for her labs.
She had brewing to do.
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Severus came flying into the Main Hall out of the floo and almost ran smack into the Headmaster, who was on his way to breakfast. He stopped, wheeling his arms for balance, out of breath. The Headmaster looked at him curiously.
”Good morning, Mr. Snape. In a hurry for breakfast?” he asked the young wizard, who was looking back at the floo a bit nervously until the flames turned red again. He let out a sigh. Then he realized the old wizard was addressing him.
”Um … yes. I’m very hungry this morning,” he replied, discovering he really was. Sex took a lot out of a wizard.
“I see,” Albus said to him, “You are looking much better than the last time I saw you.”
”Yes sir,” Severus agreed, his eyes shifting a little as he wondered if the Headmaster knew the exact nature of the oath he’d taken. Probably not. How could he?
”I take it the oath you took has been resolved satisfactorily?” the wizard said.
”Oh, the oath? Um . . . yes sir. I’m fine now,” he said uncomfortably. But his second oath not to reveal anything didn’t choke him, so it must have been all right to answer.
Oaths were tricky things however. He wouldn’t be punished by it for telling something someone already knew. And Albus knew there was only one way that oath could have been satisfied. Hermione must have bedded the boy. Well, he didn’t look any worse for wear.
”I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Snape. Now go get your breakfast,” Albus said with a smile.
”Thank you, sir,” Severus said, hurrying into the Great Hall. He was hungry enough to eat a Hippogriff.
Albus looked after him thoughtfully.
”Quite a wizard,” he mused as he headed for the teacher’s entrance. He couldn’t help but wonder how Hermione had fared with the boy. He hoped it hadn’t been too trying on the witch.
But if Hermione had been grading Severus on his performance, he would have garnered an “Exceeds Expectations.”
This wasn’t too bad a mark, considering it was Hermione. Any other witch would have probably given the young wizard a hearty “Outstanding.”
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A/N: Just a short little chappie. Trying to decide if I’m going to continue this or not. Thanks for reading.
The next morning when Severus woke up, he was startled at first, sitting up and looking around Hermione’s room wildly before realizing he was still in his Professor’s bed. He fell back smiling for a moment until he realized he was alone.
He sat up again, noticing he was in his boxers and scourgified. The door to the bathroom was closed, but he could make out the shower running. Professor Granger must be getting ready for the day. But . . . it was Saturday, so she didn’t have classes.
The young wizard slid out of the bed and stealthily walked over to the bathroom door, placing his ear against it. Yes, the shower was running. He tried the door and found it open. He slipped in and stared at the translucent shower door, watching as Hermione bathed her body. He already had a morning erection, but he definitely became more aware of it as he looked at the witch.
Slowly, he began to approach the shower. Hermione suddenly froze mid-wash.
”Get out of here and get dressed, Mr. Snape! Immediately,” she snapped.
Severus started.
”But . . . but I want to shower too,” he said to her, watching as the witch’s hands went to her hips.
”You can shower when you get to Gryffindor Tower,” Hermione said, frowning.
”But . . . but I thought we might . . .” he began.
”We won’t. Now, go get dressed like I told you. I’ll be out in a minute,” the witch said.
Severus let out a sigh and dejectedly walked back into the bedroom, picking up his robes and shrugging them on. If only he had woken a bit earlier, he probably could have persuaded the Potions mistress to give him another go. He sat down on the side of the bed and pulled on his socks, then his boots. He waited.
Eventually, Hermione came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking as untouchable as ever as she looked at the wizard.
”You are out of danger now, Mr. Snape. Now, give me your oath you will not be telling your friends about our . . . engagement,” Hermione said to him, her eyes narrowed.
”I wouldn’t tell them anyway. This is between you and me, Professor,” Severus said, his eyes hot as he looked at her. Hermione had the distinct impression she was naked to the boy.
“No, Mr. Snape. It ‘was’ between us. There is no ‘is,” the witch said. “Now your oath.”
Severus reluctantly gave Hermione an oath that he wouldn’t tell anyone about what occurred between them the night before. The witch nodded then walked to the door of her bedroom, motioning for the wizard to follow her. But he continued to sit on the bed.
”Come along, Mr. Snape. It is time for you to depart,” she said to him evenly as the young wizard’s dark eyes rested on her soberly.
”It’s Saturday. Neither of us have anything to do on Saturdays. Can’t I spend the day with you? We don’t have to do anything,” he said to Hermione, who sighed.
He was like a whipped muggle puppy.
”Unlike you, I do have things to do, Mr. Snape, and it doesn’t include playing nursemaid to a love-sick little Gryffindor. What we had last night was a one-time occurrence. We can move on now. You can practice your prowess on witches closer to your age, witches who want to be involved with you in that manner,” Hermione said.
Severus studied her.
”But you liked me that way, Professor. I could tell. I could feel it inside you,” he breathed, “You wanted me. I know you did.”
Hermione scowled at him.
”Mr. Snape. What I felt for you was purely physical. It was . . . reactionary. I am a practicing celibate . . .” she began.
”Not anymore,” the young wizard said with a bit of smugness that made Hermione want to whip out her wand and blast him. But she didn’t.
“I AM a practicing celibate who only indulged you to save your miserable life. Don’t put more than what it was into this. I am not about to become your ‘girlfriend,’” she snapped at him.
Severus stood up and began to slowly walk toward her.
“How am I supposed to look at you the same way, knowing how you are, how good . . . how . . . how . . .” he began
“You’ll manage. I’m sure I’m not the first thing you wanted in your life but couldn’t have, Mr. Snape, and I won’t be the last. Now, please leave my rooms. I won’t ask you so nicely next time,” Hermione said, her amber eyes cold.
Severus stopped a few inches from her.
”A kiss then? One last kiss, Professor?” he asked her, his eyes pleading.
She shook her head. To kiss him would give him hope there could be something more.
“No, Mr. Snape. You received your last kisses from me last night. There will be no more,” she said sternly.
Severus blinked at her, his mouth working as if he wanted to say more. But he didn’t. Shoulders slightly slumped he walked out of the bedroom into her study.
”I’ll send you to the main hall. You must be hungry,” the witch said.
Severus looked at her a bit sorrowfully.
”I’ll never eat …” he began, before Hermione screeched at him.
”DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!” the witch hollered, afraid he’d set another blasted oath in motion.
Severus shut up.
Hermione rubbed her forehead with her hand, then strode up to the floo, took some powder out of the box and tossed it into the flames, which turned green.
”The Main Hall,” she said, then looked at Severus pointedly.
”Goodbye, Mr. Snape,” she said as the boy approached the floo.
The wizard stopped in front of the fireplace and let out a long sigh. Hermione rolled her eyes, taking them off him for a second.
Suddenly Severus grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth, the witch struggling in his arms. He released her with a rakish smile then dashed through the flames before she could draw her wand.
“Why of all the impertinent, sneaky, low-down . . . “ the witch cursed, spluttering.
But the Gryffindor was long gone, no doubt proud of himself that he managed to steal a kiss and escape getting hexed. Hermione shook her head at the boy’s audacity.
”Well, that’s that,” she said, straightening her robes and running her hand through her hair. She headed for her labs.
She had brewing to do.
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Severus came flying into the Main Hall out of the floo and almost ran smack into the Headmaster, who was on his way to breakfast. He stopped, wheeling his arms for balance, out of breath. The Headmaster looked at him curiously.
”Good morning, Mr. Snape. In a hurry for breakfast?” he asked the young wizard, who was looking back at the floo a bit nervously until the flames turned red again. He let out a sigh. Then he realized the old wizard was addressing him.
”Um … yes. I’m very hungry this morning,” he replied, discovering he really was. Sex took a lot out of a wizard.
“I see,” Albus said to him, “You are looking much better than the last time I saw you.”
”Yes sir,” Severus agreed, his eyes shifting a little as he wondered if the Headmaster knew the exact nature of the oath he’d taken. Probably not. How could he?
”I take it the oath you took has been resolved satisfactorily?” the wizard said.
”Oh, the oath? Um . . . yes sir. I’m fine now,” he said uncomfortably. But his second oath not to reveal anything didn’t choke him, so it must have been all right to answer.
Oaths were tricky things however. He wouldn’t be punished by it for telling something someone already knew. And Albus knew there was only one way that oath could have been satisfied. Hermione must have bedded the boy. Well, he didn’t look any worse for wear.
”I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Snape. Now go get your breakfast,” Albus said with a smile.
”Thank you, sir,” Severus said, hurrying into the Great Hall. He was hungry enough to eat a Hippogriff.
Albus looked after him thoughtfully.
”Quite a wizard,” he mused as he headed for the teacher’s entrance. He couldn’t help but wonder how Hermione had fared with the boy. He hoped it hadn’t been too trying on the witch.
But if Hermione had been grading Severus on his performance, he would have garnered an “Exceeds Expectations.”
This wasn’t too bad a mark, considering it was Hermione. Any other witch would have probably given the young wizard a hearty “Outstanding.”
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A/N: Just a short little chappie. Trying to decide if I’m going to continue this or not. Thanks for reading.