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The Morning After	By : Queeny Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 58833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
22 � Back to the Gallows

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer:
Harry Potter is owned by Miss Figg.
:] I mean..

Warning:
Mention of sex with Voldemort.
Euuuww!

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Ginerva Weasley sat on the edge of the couch, her
legs pulled up to her chin, gazing into the fire of the common room. Christmas
hadn�t gone exactly how she wanted it to go. Every time she wanted to have
personal time with Harry, he found a way to evade her.

After their one night together, he had
seemed to drop her like a stone that he shouldn�t have touched in the first
place, except now, she was awakened.

To be quite honest, although masturbation
and dildos were nice, it just was not the same at all.

Also, due to Harry neglecting her, she was
beginning to feel as if there was something wrong with her, as if she wasn�t as
attractive as she had previously believed she was. Perhaps she was terrible at
sex, and Harry, not wanting to let her down, had decided to be �nice� and not
tell her about how terrible she had really been.

When they had returned to Hogwarts, to be
greeted by a flushed bright eyed Hermione, she had wanted to tell Hermione her
woes, but knew instinctively that Hermione had spent the best part of her
holidays doing the one thing she had desperately wanted to do.

What she really needed was a mans opinion on what needed to be done.

Merlin no she couldn�t ask him, could she?

But he was the only person that she felt
she could ask, bearing up her chin, she decided that this was the only way to
get things done, regardless of who she had to ask.

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Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose, his
eyes blurring up at the site of all the papers he had to mark.

How he hated this job, marking papers,
talking to silly headed students, dealing with spying, ensuring his Slytherins didn�t get into too much trouble, and knowing in
his gut that as long as Harry Potter was around, the chances of Slytherin of getting the House Cup was close to nil.

Pushing the papers away as a bad job,
Severus decided that a stalk around the halls would do him some good when a
timid knock came upon his door.

Giving a little sigh of frustration, as no
doubt the knock belonged to a Slytherin, he called
out, �Come in.� And was shocked to see Ginerva
Weasley enter.

�Miss Weasley, to
what do I owe this pleasure?�

She sat down on the uncomfortable chair in
front of his desk, her face determined if somewhat uncertain.

�I need some advice.� she began. After a
pause, Severus gave a small nod of his head, interested in what she would come
to him for. �I need to know how to seduce a man.�

Trying not to show his surprise, Severus
mentally thought of Ginny as akin to growing another head.

�And what makes you think I can help you?�
he drawled.

�Because as both you and I know, Hermione
has you wrapped around her little finger when it comes to matters of sex, and I
figured I�d ask the person on the receiving end on what works best on men.�

Giving her a hard stare, Severus stood up
from his desk, and circled around Ginny, his manner less than comforting.

�If you�re trying to get me to give you
some sexual advice for your and Potters sordid relationship, you are sorely
mistaken in the idea that I would help you, Miss Weasley.�
he hissed. �Just because I may happen to be married to your friend, does not
make me your obligatory confidant. In fact I would prefer if you never came to
me again for advice of this sort. Miss Weasley, if
you have any questions regarding anything I shall kindly ask you to go to your
head of house, who would no doubt be delighted to help you.�

He opened the door to his office, his eyes
glinting. �Get out.�

Turning angry eyes upon him, Ginny
gracefully rose from her seat, and tossed her wave of red hair over her
shoulder.

�Thankyou
Professor.� she spat, going up the corridor with her nose in the air. And here
she thought he may have changed due to Hermiones
ministrations, but no, he had just proved that he was still the same bastard he
had been to begin with. Poor Hermione stuck with such a man.

Slamming the door to his office closed,
Severus hurried to his hidden stash of firewhiskey,
and drowned a shot in one go.

Merlin, he hadn�t figured being a sex
confidant to a Weasley was part of the description of
being married to Hermione, with a slight shudder, he poured himself another,
his thoughts turning to her statement that he was �wrapped around her little
finger�.

Him? Wrapped? How impossible, what an utterly foolish thought to be
wrapped around the paw of the little Gryffindor witch.

It was time for him to come up with an idea
to show clearly and firmly, who was wrapped around whoms
little finger.

A shooting pain from the Dark Mark stopped
his musings in an instant, as he gripped his forearm,
his first panicked thought was to get to Hermione, to warn her.

Where was she�he looked at the time, and
with a brief thought of approval, that it had just turned to past curfew, he
quickly made it to his chambers to find Hermione studying.

�Witch, come over here,� he gritted.

His voice brooked no reason to disobey, and
setting her book down, a look of concern upon her face she approached Severus.

�Go to my underwear drawer, in which you
will find a black jewelry box,� he instructed, trying to withstand the pain of
not answering the summons immediately.

Seeing that time was of the essence, she
obeyed, and upon finding the box, opened it to reveal a silver chain with a
small black onyx stone set in the center.

�Place that around your neck witch,� he
hissed, �and hurry off to the Gryffindor Common Room, use the floo. When the stone in the necklace glows warm you can
return here. But whatever you do, even if I summon you, do not return if it doesn�t
glow warm.�

His black haunted eyes looked directly into
hers, �If you don�t obey my instructions, then witch it will be your fault if a
repeat should ever happen.�

Using a quick flick of his wand, he was
suddenly dressed in full Death Eater regalia, before flooing
to the Gate House.

Heart pounding, Hermione quickly gathered
her study material, and followed his instructions.

At least, he was trying to protect her, she
thought.

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Upon flooing to
the Gryffindor Common Room, and startling a despondent Ginny out of her wits,
Hermione was surprised to find it relatively empty.

Setting her school bag down, she sat down
beside Ginny, asking her what was the matter.

Giving Hermione a small scowl, Ginny told
her, what she had done, and was rather surprised by the rise of laughter that
Hermione let out.

�What�s so funny Hermione?�

�That sounds so typical of Severus. Oh gods
Ginny, I think you just discovered the one thing he�s rather embarrassed to
talk about.�

Eyes widening, Ginny began to laugh as
well, and the two girls, forgot their trouble for awhile, poking fun at
Severus� rather prudish manner, before Ginny, not thinking asked Hermione why
she was in the Gryffindor Common Room, and why Severus hadn�t stormed in to
grab her yet.

Hermiones countenance darkened noticeably, as she replied so that only Ginny
would hear, for there still lurked a couple of Seventh
years studying for their NEWTS, �He�s been summoned.�

�Oh Hermione,� Ginny whispered, rubbing her
friend on the back. �I�m sorry, I didn�t think.�

Giving her friend a wry smile, she replied,
�Well, I can�t change what has been needed for longer than I have.�

Hermione had purposely left Ginny out of
the first time Severus had been summoned in their marriage,
she wanted to be able to forget the anger and pain that was inside of him. She
wanted to heal, not slander.

�I suppose you�re right,� Ginny sat back
and stared broodily into the fire.

�Ginny, you�re still thinking about Harry
aren�t you?�

Rolling her eyes, Ginny pulled her legs up
to her chest and clasped her feet. �Am I that obvious?�

�Well, other than approaching Severus,
which may have given me a hint of your thoughts, I just like to think I guessed
rather shrewdly.�

�Gods it weird to hear you call Snape by
his first name as if it�s nothing.�

Making a face at Ginny, Hermione moved
closer to her friend, and replied, �Can�t help it, I feel as if most of my time
is being spent with the bat of the dungeons.�

�Hermione, you�re speaking of him with
affection,� Ginny teased.

Their conversation quieted as the last of
the studious Seventh Years made it up to their dorms, leaving the common room
entirely to the two girls.

Hermione took this time to hide her blush
at the mention of affection, but much to her chagrin Ginny picked up on it.

�Are you beginning to develop feelings
other than lust for Professor Snape, Hermione?� Ginny accused.

Fumbling with her hair, Hermione focused on
a particularly interesting strand, but when she remembered that Severus
particularly liked the habit of lacing his fingers through a curl or two, she
quickly shoved her hair behind her ear, before focusing on the fire.

�I don�t know.� she finally replied.

�Well something must be happening since you
aren�t vehemently denying it. Tell me what you do know.�

Nibbling her lower lip, Hermione looked at
Ginny, before replying, �I do know that I don�t hate him, and that when he
comes near butterflies begin in my stomach, and that for some reason beyond
explanation I find him� attractive.�

�How does he treat you emotionally?�

�Emotionally,� Hermione paused sorting her
thoughts out, �We laugh a lot, but I�m not sure if that counts.�

Ginnys eyes went round, �Snape laughs?
Are you meaning the evil cackle I�m sure I hear when he gives us a ten foot
assignment laugh?�

Giggling, Hermione replied, �No! Real laughter. Pretty much our entire Christmas Hols was spent trying to be serious, but failing completely
as we fell into gales of laughter.�

�So what was so funny-�
Ginny began before seeing Hermione�s entire head turn beetroot red. �On
second thoughts don�t tell me.�

�Plus he works hard on trying to protect me
from, things.� �Hermione stuttered, clear
in her actions of trying to cover up.

�He�s always done that though,� Ginny
replied, �I�m not sure if that counts since technically he�s still your
teacher.�

�I guess,� Hermione twisted her hands about
in her lap, thinking deeply. �Also, when he�s summoned my stomach feels as if
it�s clenching in worry. Always afraid that he won�t ever
return.�

Studying her friend closely, Ginny turned
over what she had been told, before hesitantly replying, �Hermione, I believe
you�re falling in love with him.�

With a groan, Hermione buried her face in
her hands, her hair tangling around her. �No I can�t I can�t.�

�Why not Hermione? Better to be bound to someone you love than to someone you loathe.�

Peeking between her fingers at her friend,
Hermione replied, �Ginny, I don�t want to ever end up in a one sided love
affair. It would be less painful to part, than to be with someone you know will
never love you.�

Something stirred within Ginny, and without
really thinking about it asked, �Do you think Harry loves me?�

Confusion flickered across Hermiones face, before she replied, �Yes he does Ginny, it�s obvious to everyone around you two.�

�But he won�t sleep with me.�

�Perhaps it�s because he wants to respect
you by not using you as his quick shag.� Hermione replied.

�Just because he may have some noble
justification doesn�t stop me from feeling as if I really sucked at sex, and
that he doesn�t want to let me know.�

�Oh Ginny,� Hermione sighed, before pulling
the girl into her arms, and rubbing her back. �How long have you been keeping these
inadequacies inside?�

�Awhile,� she mumbled.

�If you are feeling this way, why havn�t you tried to talk it out with Harry?�

Giving a snort, Ginny replied, �Because he
keeps avoiding me.�

�Well, I could always have a talk with him
about how he needs to spend more time with you, and when he comes to you, you
can then tell him how you feel.�

Sitting up Ginny smiled at Hermione,
�Really? That would be great, and get rid of this weight I�ve been lugging
around. I really hate to feel inadequate.�

�Well, I learnt early on in my marriage, if
you have a beef with the husband, don�t even bother trying hinting around, you
have to spell it out.�

�Hermione, you make Professor Snape sound
like any other bloke.�

Smiling at her friend, she replied,
�Sometimes he is, but he doesn�t know it.�

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�Severusssss,� Voldemort hissed, �How goess it
with impregnating the little Mudblood?�

�Not very well my lord.� Severus replied
honestly.

Voldemort reached out to Severus with his scaly hands, cupping Severus� face.

�You�re making me displeasssed
with sssuch sssloowness of responssse.�

They were alone in Voldemorts
�private room�.�

It smelt of death.

Nagini was coiled infront of the fire, in a
sated sleep, a small human form clearly recognizable in her body.

��But
my Lord, I would rather she be mentally unfit when she�s pregnant,� Severus
whispered softly, �Not that it�s apparent, but enough to make her existence
even more of a living Hell.�

The Dark Lords lips twisted up into a cruel
smile, �Severusss, I knew there wass
a reassson why you were my favorite.�

Black eyes glinted into scarlet, �My Lord,
my hate for Mudbloods and traitors may rival yours, I find it a pleasure to give them as much agony as
possible.�

�Severusss, I
like the way you think,� he said before drawing him in for a cruel twisting
kiss.

For the first time, since he had became the Dark Lords consort, Severus realized that he did
not want to do this anymore.

He had gotten used to Hermione.

Her warmth, her soft pliable body, her brown
eyes, her soft moans as he entered her.

But he had to continue, or else the Dark
Lord would wonder what was wrong, and how terrible it would be to lose his
position due to being ruined by a Mudblood.

After, with deep scratches down his back, Voldemort in a sated state, Severus stood up and put his
clothes back on, the terrible twisting hate in his stomach writhing around like
a bucket of snakes.

He bowed deeply, not showing his self
disgust, and with a brief nod from Voldemort, apparated to the Gate House, and flooed
to his rooms.

Removing his regalia, Severus stood naked infront of the mirror, Voldemorts
pleasure apparent on his body.

No one knew, no one could know.

When asked about the deep gashes, so deep
his skin ridged up in death and scarred, unless it rubbed off, he replied tight
lipped about �incurring the Dark Lords displeasure.� Which
let them think all sorts of horrible things, but nothing near the truth.

Gods he was ugly. Large beaky nose, greasy
lank hair, large calloused hands.

The only thing he liked was perhaps his
eyes. The rest of him he could do without.

Becoming the Dark Lords consort had been
rather a surprise to Severus. He had only been a Death Eater for a year and was
working on moving his way up the ranks, when the Dark Lord had summoned him.

It had been rather unnerving being summoned
and being the only Death Eater there.

But Voldemort had
looked into his mind, and saw the hatred and darkness, and knew that Severus
would never betray him. For they were the same.

At first, Severus was afraid of what to do,
but with the hissed displeasure and strong punishments of the Dark Lord,
Severus became angry, his sense of reverence and fear disappearing into his
first sexual domination of the Dark Lord.

And ever since, he had been the consort. It
was too terrible to let known, and if it were to ever get out Severus could
count on his death.

Stepping into the hot spray of the shower,
pretending that some steaming hot water could remove the traces from his body,
Severus groaned, the wounds still bleeding, his blood disappearing down the
drain.

If only he could die now.

But no. Not until the final battle. Gods, why didn�t it come already so he
could run in front of an Aveda Kadevra
and get it all over with?� Be it hell,
heaven or oblivion, he wanted his death to come.

Hermione.

She swam into his minds vision, curvy,
innocent and fallen in love with him.

Youth and na�vet� in the matters of the
heart had caused her to fall in love with him, and once he had got rid of her,
and she continued with her life, she would realize that she had only been under
romantic delusion.

He scrubbed until his skin was raw,
everywhere where Voldemort had touched was
contaminated, he had to become clean again.

Finally, when his skin stung each time he
scrubbed, Severus turned the water off, a quick drying charm cast over his
body, before he tried to apply the healing salve onto his back to heal the
gashes across his back.

After some struggling, he finally managed
to utilize some magic into his reach getting each long gash and healing it till
only a white ridge remained, before slowly sinking into the skin.

If you looked closely you could see the
remains of each of the ridges, his back crisscrossed by barely visible scars.

But no one had ever looked at him that
closely, until Hermione that is.

Clenching his fists at the thought of her,
Severus fought the dark urges he had, to hurt her, to follow through what he
had told Voldemort.

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply,
counting, trying to reconnect to some sort of stillness.

Hermione had really thrown him.

Being used, and being a user was what he
was used to, hating whoever mocked him. No one had ever tried to befriend him
without an intent of using him, for that was the Slytherin
way.

No one.

Except Lily, she had tried but he had seen
through her double faced manner, always hanging out with Potter. At first he
had been taken in by her act, until one day he had overheard her talking to
some of the other Gryffindor girls and heard her deny that there was anything
going on between Severus and herself.

Amongst the girls, he had become known as
�Lily�s lost cause�, and he had learnt that Lily had a habit of picking up
�lost causes� and trying to fix them.

Realizing that once he was better, Lily would
most likely lose an interest in him and move on, Severus had rejected her
outright, and returned to his solitude.

No, Severus had no friends.

When his news of the prophesy
had brought her and Potters death, he had felt a profound sense of satisfaction
that the people who had tormented him so in his youth got to be killed off.

The only thing that would have made it
better was if he had been the one to do the job. For his satisfaction was mixed
with the grief of the death of the Dark Lord.

But inside he knew, that Voldemort was still alive and biding his time. He continued
to follow through on the plan Voldemort had cooked
up, which involved Severus having to act like he cared over Lily Evans to get
into Dumbledores Order.

It had been risky, but worked. Severus was
amazed that he could have acted so convincingly, but the order of balance had
to be maintained, his loyalty to the Dark Lord overcoming the previous disgust
he had felt toward�
Lily Evans.

And ever since, he had been betraying both
of them for his own purposes, he wasn�t really sure anymore whether he liked
one over the other, for they were the same to him.

Both using him for their
purpose, although they used different methods in getting things done.

Downing a firewhiskey,
Severus felt it burn its way down his throat.

He drank some dreamless sleep potion and
crawled into bed naked.

Sleep came swiftly, with the promise of it
dulling the residual emotions.

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The pendant gleamed warm, and Hermione
roused herself up from her doze on her texts. Ginny had gone to bed long ago,
and unable to sleep due to worry, Hermione had decided to study.

Somehow along the way, the theories of Arithmancy had lulled her to sleep, due to the imprint of
the book on her cheek.

It was safe to return.

Packing everything up, Hermione flooed back to their rooms, wondering where Severus was.
Upon entering the room she found him fast asleep, his skin a slight pink as if
he had scrubbed it raw.

Getting into her pajama�s she crawled into
bed with him, surprised to find him naked.

He must of not
been in bed long, for the silk sheets were still cold.

Brrr, he was right. she thought, memories of
the Christmas Holidays returning to her.

Cuddling up to him, she fell asleep with a
smile upon her face.

Perhaps Ginny was right.

She wouldn�t mind spending the rest of her
life with Severus.

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AN: Bringing things back to reality, figured I�d give some neglected
characters a chance to shine.� Also to
explain how Severus and Voldy had got it on! �Thanks for the reviews. Causes
me to post chapters a little quicker than I would have. I tend to like
to write a chapter and let it molder for a few days, before posting it up. But
then I read your reviews and I feel bad for letting them molder for so long and
post them up in a more timely manner! : ]
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