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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
27- Propriety and Decorum

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: I don�t own Harry
Potter and neither do you! Well,
unless you�re JK
Rowling...

AN: Sorry for being so slow.. I�ve had this
written for a week BUT I didn�t like it so waited around and then went and did
magical editing .. <3

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Hermione, needless to say, had a harder time
getting to sleep than Severus that night, as she
tossed and turned, thinking about the books that he kept warded away from her.
It was clear that although they may have established a closer relationship than
originally expected, that he did not trust her enough with some of the more
precious or darker materials in his collection.

His soft snores soon, with the comfort of
the familiarity of the noise, drew her to sleep.

Suffocation engulfed her dreams, as she
attempted to swim out of a long dark water filled tunnel to an ever receding
light. Severus standing in the distance, apparently unaffected from the lack of
oxygen, sneered at her in unconcern.

She tried to call out his name, only to
have a long stream of bubbles emit from her mouth, and finally, with a final
great push towards the ever diminishing exit, Hermione woke up, attempted to
gasp, and got her mouth full of nightshirt.

Pushing Severus
rather roughly away, she quickly gasped for air, trying to position so that Severus wasn�t mainly splayed atop of her.

His calm serene countenance seemed to fuel
her anger towards him, and when she attempted to retrieve her legs from his,
found that they were deeply asleep.

With a groan, she lay
her head back on the pillow, trying to figure out how to escape, since she was
now too steamed to get back to sleep, especially since, from a glance to the
clock, it was now 9 a.m.

Prodding Severus
roughly in the side, only provided the unfortunate
side effect of him having move his arm firmly onto her abdomen, right above the
bladder, which gave Hermione the sudden realization that she needed to piss. Badly.

Desperate situations, called for desperate
actions, Hermione reasoned, as she bit his nearest body part, to her mouth,
which happened to be one of his most prominent features.

His nose.

With a curse, he quickly shoved off her,
and Hermione let go of his nose, and took the sudden opportunity to quite
literally fall out of bed.

�What the bloody hell was that for?� he
shouted, rubbing his offended appendage.

Glaring up at him from the floor, she
replied, �You were suffocating me!�

�Couldn�t you have woken me up more
naturally?�

�How! You were sleeping like a log!�

�Oh I don�t
know how about a �Severus wake up� with a gentle
shake, NOT BLOODY BITING MY NOSE!�

�Oh piss off,� she growled, before
unsteadily standing up.

�Excuse me?� his voice had dropped to the
nearly silent caress he used on particularly offending students.

Turning to glare back at him, as she
ungainly wobbled to the washroom, she repeated, �Piss off.�

With a growl, Severus lunged at her, and
Hermione, whose mind had been focused entirely on gaining entrance to the
throne room, was caught off guard.

Together they tumbled to the ground and Severus maneuvered himself to pin her down.

�Don�t you tell me to piss off, when you
were the one to first inflict damage,� he hissed.

�PISS OFF!� she shouted back, struggling.
Gods, if he didn�t get off her soon she was certain that she would be unable to
hold it in.

�Mrs. Snape! Decorum!�

His black eyes glared down at her, and
after a moment of mutiny, she inquired, as seriously as was possible, �Severus, what the bloody hell are you talking about?�

His face registered anger, and surprise,
and finally softened as he carefully replied, �I have no idea.�

�Well while you�re figuring out how best to
punish me, could you please get off me so as to prevent me from pissing all
over the floor?�

Hastily he agreed, and gave her a dirty
look as she quickly scrambled onto the toilet.

A strong piss ensued, and Severus,
with not any care in the world, followed her to the washroom.

Glaring at him, she found herself too much
in the bounds of ecstasy at the final release, that she had no power in her
limbs to bother any �decorum� as Severus had taunted her with earlier.

Coming off her high, she found him scowling
into the mirror, and after shoving him out of the way so as to wash her hands,
she asked in a rather snarky manner, �Severus don�t
you have any propriety?�

To which he replied, �Not for those with no
decorum. Damn, this is going to bruise,� he scowled at her.

�I have no decorum for those with no
propriety,� she replied, absentmindedly rustling through the medicine shelf for
a bruise balm.

�Then we are moot. Have you found it yet?�

�Uhhh not yet,
wait, yes, no, yes.. here it
is.� She pulled out a cream coloured jar, carefully
labeled in Severus� scrawl. �Well I think it is, you
wrote this so ill, it could be shoe cream for all I can tell.�

�Give it to me,� he grumbled, and he looked
at the title, �How can you say it�s troublesome to read? It says right here,
Bruise Balm, expires September 1995.� He carefully pointed it out to her,
although Hermione still could not tell where Bruise ended and Balm began.

�Alright, if you say so dearest, I only
knew it for what it was since you use the same jars Madam
Pomfrey
uses.�

�Hmph,� was his
only reply as he began to apply some to the rather nice looking bruise
developing on his nose.

Hearing a giggle behind him, he turned a
beady eye upon his wife, and when she carefully took the jar out of his hand,
she carefully pointed out the expiration date.

Paling, he quickly tried to wash it off,
but the harm had already been done. Where a proud bruise had been, a red rash
also was, seeming to give rise to view the prominent tooth marks from where
Hermione had bitten.

�Shit,� he growled, before he turned to the
medical shelf and began to dig through for any kind of antidote. As luck would
have it, there was none.

The one thing he had been
wanting to avoid, seemed unavoidable. He hated making the antidote,
since it dealt with particularly harsh plants that required him to wear thick
dragon hide gloves that had the inconvenience of chafing his hands, and making
him be extra careful in his cutting. Severus,
while making potions liked the more tactile approach, which would explain why
his hands were more worn than they had to be, due to him usually discarding the
gloves in favour of a more hands on approach.

There was no way to avoid making the
antidote though, since he would most definitely not be seen with such a large
bruise/rash/prominent bite upon is proboscis.

With a sigh, he straightened up, and giving
Hermione a rather dirty look, decided that he would shower and eat before he
began the unpleasant occupation.

Hermione could tell that she had royally
pissed Severus off, as he calmly undressed, neatly
folded his night clothes and entered the shower.

His calm but pissy
demeanor informed her that if she didn�t do something quick, he would probably
take all week before he would bother being less pissy
with her.

Damn, it hadn�t been her intention to make
this morning Piss Severus Off day.

Time to do some remedying, she thought as
she undressed and tentatively knocked on the shower door.

�Sevvy poo let me in,� she asked in a mildly whining voice.

A snort of disgust was the reply.

�If you don�t let me in, I�ll have to break
down the door Sevvy poo.�

Silence.

�Alright Sevsev,
I�m coming in!♥�

The shower door immediately opened, Snape
wet and glowering.

�Don�t call me Sevsev,
or Sevvy poo.� He ground
out, as she quickly pushed her way in.

�Why?� she purred as she began to
methodically loofah his back, in wide circles.

She could feel his tension ease away under
her ministrations, as he more calmly replied, �Because those names are putrid.�

�Umhmm,� she said
absently, continuing to wash his body.

She had discarded the loofah
in favour of a soft wash cloth, since it gave her
more of the advantage of being able to work the kinks away as well as cleaning
him.

Soft groans of appreciation told her that
she was working her magic, and she thought with some glee, there was no way Severus could stay pissy at her
all week when she was treating him with such care.

Finally, she was face to face with his semi
erect shaft.

Methodically she washed all round him,
letting the washcloth barely caress him, and she watched with some satisfaction
as it enlarged.

Lightly she pressed her lips against him,
the throbbing vein pulsing against her soft kiss.

Slipping her tongue out she followed the
engorging vein to softly lave against his balls.

Her hands slick from soap and water began
to caress his erection until he was fully engorged.

Slipping the tip of him into her mouth, she
turned her heated eyes up to his flushed glazed face, as she rubbed her tongue
just underneath his flange.

Slipping more of him into her mouth, she
lightly grazed her teeth, feeling the vibrating moan he gave, before she began
to hum.

His hands, which had been fisted at his
sides before, suddenly were upon her shoulders, and in a choked voice, he
rasped, �stop.�

Releasing his dick with a �pop� she looked
up at him, her lips slightly swollen from dragging along him, her eyes amused
confusion.

�As much as your mouth may pleasure me, I
can think of something that would give me much more pleasure.� His eyes held a strange light in them, as he roughly
pulled her up, until her body was flush against his.

His mouth crashed down upon hers, as he
roughly took possession, his hands massaging and molding her to his body, his
erection grinding against her slippery stomach.

With no warning, his hands wrapped around
her as he settled her legs around his waist, before he pushed her up against
the tiled wall, his tongue raping hers, stifling her moans of surprise.

Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she
felt him position himself at her entrance, before slamming deeply into her.

He seemed to be hitting every sweet spot
imaginable, making Hermione yowl into his mouth as he repeatedly roughly fucked
her against the shower wall tiles, the power behind each
thrust seeming intent to make her become part of the wall.

Pulling his mouth away from hers, his forehead
resting against her own, he growled, �Come for me, you little bitch.�

His words seemed as a trigger, as she came,
her voice echoing around the bathroom.

Still he did not relent, and after five
successive orgasms, Hermione had lost all sense of who she was, and where she
was, other than the man who had so thoroughly taken over.

Finally with a grunt, Severus
came, his eyes rolling upwards, crushing her more thoroughly to the wall, until
he regained some semblance of balance. Gently he lowered her legs to the
ground, and wobbly, Hermione remained leant against the wall, her mind acting
like molasses to catch up to the situation.

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After, completely sated, the shower running
cold, Hermione focused upon the evidence of� the bruise on Severus�
nose.

Running her finger tips lightly against it,
she furrowed her brow as she figured out what would be needed to make the
healing balm.

Severus, lazily watched her, much too relaxed to bother sniping at her, and
didn�t bother wincing as her fingers brushed against his current predicament.

With a shiver, he turned off the water,
before pulling Hermione out and initiating drying off buy tossing a towel at
her.

Rubbing the towel against her back, she
scowled, before awkwardly checking herself out in the mirror. �Severus there are bloody tile imprints on my back!�

�You didn�t seem to mind when it was
happening as I recall,� he purred, giving her a rather penetrating glance.

�Well- �she frowned, before continuing to
dry herself.

She
seems troubled, he thought as he watched her tie the
towel around her body. With a sigh she quickly padded into their bedroom,
Severus curiously following.

He was rather surprised to see her throwing
things about, before with a final �aha!� pulling out a black cardboard box.

Damp hair hanging wildly around her flushed
face, she shyly held it out to him, and silently he took the box.

�Valentines gift I presume?� he asked,
before opening. At her nod, he quickly opened the box, to reveal soft leather
work gloves.

Curiously he took one out, his nose
detecting they were made of the more common Muggle leather of cow.

Raising a questioning glance at her, she
hastened to explain.

�It�s for when you�re cutting dangerous
ingredients, I noticed you had trouble with those thick dragon hide gloves, and
thought that if there was a way to make things easier, that maybe a different
material would work, so I researched and put some spells and soaked them in the
protecti lengarious
potion and tested it out and it works!�

Giving her a rare smile, he gently placed
the box onto the dresser before experimentally trying them on.

Yes, he could feel the magic, and knowing Hermione , she had probably dipped these in bobotur pus to see how effective they were.

Amazing, if she put her mind to it she
could sell these gloves for a nice mint. Potion Masters and Mistresses would
come salivating.

Flexing his hand, the smooth leather seemed
as if he had slipped on a thin layer of his own skin, such a different feeling
from the thick heavy unyielding feel of the dragon hide. Although dragon hide
had many magical properties that made use ideal as gloves, Severus
could tell that Hermione had thought all of those out from the flow of magic he
could feel tingling his skin.

A cough brought his attention back at her,
and unable to help himself, he smiled again.

Hermione felt her legs wobble at the sudden
flash of another smile from him, and weakly smiling back, she forgot her
excuses that it wasn�t really romantic, or that expensive compared to his gift.

The rest of the day was spent in them
making the healing balm in companionable silence. Hermione�s plan of averting pissy Severus had worked indeed.

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The days passed by in a flow, Harry still
no closer to finding Slughorns memory, or Hermione to
gathering the courage of trying to approach Severus about their relationship.

Ginny had been the one to prod Hermione
into actually telling Severus that she did not mind
spending the rest of her life with him, but whenever an opening for the
conversation seemed to open, Severus seemed to
instinctively shut it down.

Hermione prodded at her food, her thoughts
focusing on Harry�s latest plan. He
was going to use Felix
Felicious
to get the memory, and although it proved sound, she could not help the
niggling sensation that leaving a potion to do the work might not be the best
idea. Her eyes were drawn to the empty spot where Hagrid
would be, the missive that Aragog had just died
having just arrived. A pang seemed to settle in her stomach at the thought of
their friend, one who she had most readily neglected as of late, all alone
burying one of his beloved creatures. With the lockdown the school was under,
the idea of visiting him after dark was impossible, never mind that somehow she
knew Severus would find out and gleefully take house points away.

The day dragged on, and after dinner she
went with Ron to give Harry their support.

Watching Harry
down a few drops of Felix, Hermione
watched as his expression became serene, and listened perplexed at his
announcement that he was going to go visit Hagrid.

Tempted to protest, she had to acknowledge
the fact that the potion was guiding Harry�s
steps and let him proceed.

How interesting how a potion could effect
future events to work together to create a �perfect� day for the imbiber. What
if everyone took the potion at the same time? Would it work then? How would it work? She remembered when Ron thought
he had taken it, and how everything seemed to fall into place, although there
was misfortune on the Slytherin side. It also seemed
that it was using the death of Aragog to turn Harrys fortune into good, so was it possible that for each
swallow that lead to �luck� there was an equal outcome of �bad luck� ? It was
entirely plausible, considering that for every action there was a reaction.
Maybe that was why the Wizarding community did not
partake of Felix as much as it could,
and only took some on the rare occasion, granted that the potion took six
months to brew, but that didn�t mean a thing, considering that anyone with
enough money could buy some from a well skilled potions master�.

Her thoughts drifted over to whether Severus had ever made some, and with a smile she had a
feeling he hadn�t. His response seemed to pop up in her mind, his sneer evident
in his tone. �Really Hermione, I thought you would know me well enough by now
not to leave things to chance.�

A sharp prod in her side brought her
attention back to the current situation, which had Ron
looking rather confusedly over his Transfiguration essay.

With an eye on the clock, and hoping Harry could complete the task before it was time for
her to head back to her rooms, Hermione began to help Ron
with his homework.

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He knew something was up, especially from
the shifty manner Hermione had been acting in whenever he wanted to directly
look at her.

Also, how she disappeared right after
dinner.

For some reason it bothered him that the
only time he got to talk to her was when she was answering one of his questions
in class. He had gotten rather used to her hanging around, doing her homework
and thoroughly distracting him from any work he was supposed to do.

What made everything more suspicious was
the fact that the moment he had sat down on the couch to mark, and keep an eye
upon the clock, her familiar suddenly leapt up, settled atop his lap [ and the
pile of essays he was to mark], and began to knead him.

In fact the furry feline was purring like a
loud motor car, and against his better judgment he could feel his body relax
under the ministrations, despite the fact that his clothes were getting covered
in orange fur.

It seemed that the cat was beginning to
trust him, despite everything he had done. Although he was certain the cat was
not stupid enough to not be on guard, for protecting the owner was foremost of
its job.

Attempting to shift the essays from under
the cat, the half kneazle gave him a rather dirty
look, before relenting in letting Severus grab the
pile from under him.

Grateful, Severus
did not expect the cat to fully settle onto his lap, and knead him with rather
sharp claws, before innocently falling asleep still purring.

�Merlin,� he grumbled, as he awkwardly began
to grade the essays, disappointed to find that his comments were not coming out
nearly as nasty as usual.

As much as he was loathe to
admit, it seemed that he too had fallen under the calming presence of a
cats charm.

It was only when a rather excited Hermione
came in, did he realize that he had fallen asleep stroking her cat, his essays
mostly finished on the side, with one limply dropped by his side in favour of stroking the cat.

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Hermione was rather surprised to witness
the peace between Crookshanks and Severus.
It was certainly something she was not looking to see, and after the success of
Harry�s adventures with Slughorn, she wasn�t sure that she was prepared to witness
this.

Nevermind the fact that she was super late, and that
Severus had been hoodwinked by her cat into letting
the time slip by.

Positioning herself so that she ruined his
direct line of site with the clock, her breath caught as Severus
seemed to snap awake.

Damn,
there goes the plan of sneaking in to sleep, and pretending I was here the
entire time, she thought, plastering a smile.

Immediately she felt his eyes snap to the
clock, well, to her, since she was in front of the clock.

�What time is it?� he grumbled.

�Time for you to stop marking and to go to
bed,� she replied, shifting from foot to foot.

�It�s past ten isn�t it?�

�H-why do you say that?� she tried to look
innocent, but only worked in raising Severus�
suspicions.

�Because you�re acting guilty, why are you
late?�

�I got caught up revising.� She moved away
from the clock, almost hearing Severus calculate the amount of points he needed
to take away tomorrow despite the fact that he wasn�t allowed to take any away
for this specific reason.

Plopping her schoolbag on the floor, she
gave him a grumpy look to inform him that she knew exactly what he was doing,
before entering their bedroom to get ready to sleep.

From the sounds in the sitting room, she
could tell that he was following her, and not bothering to talk to him further,
decidedly crawled into bed.

His silence told her that he had got the
message, and feeling the bed dip told her that he was following her advice.

Except, when his breath came warm upon her
ear, and he whispered, �You�re hiding something,� did she feel mild concern
that he might force legilimency upon her. Dumbledore
never said not to tell Severus, but she couldn�t be
certain if he already knew, or if he was being purposely excluded.

His hand started making soothing circles on
her waist, before dipping down and splaying across her stomach. �Tell me, what
are you hiding Hermione?� His voice had gone to a gentle purr.

�N-nothing.� She mumbled, trying to ignore him enough to fall asleep.

�No, you�re hiding something from me, and
I�m certain you don�t want me to use other
methods of finding out.�

Debating on what she should tell him, she
decided to tell him the basic truth.

�No, I don�t. Anyways I can�t tell you, if
you have a problem with it, take it up with Professor Dumbledore.�

His soft caressing stilled, as he made a
sharp intake of breath.

�I see.� He murmured before pulling away,
and turning his back to her.

Suddenly cold with his withdrawal, Hermione
gave a small sigh, before moving towards him and fitting herself against his
back

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AN: I had a bit of a brain fizzly, but now
with my new job, and my skill of being just a tad too efficient in completing
my assignments, causes me to be able to write ! Hurrah !� Although I�m
really not sure where half this story comes from, I really did not plan the
whole biting his nose scenario. How long will this story be? I thought it would
only be twenty five chapters. I�m fearful of guessing again. But then again I
finally got to the point I deemed �midway�. Hurray for fast forwarding time! :]

As you can see, my Latin is pretty much all
made up. >>;

@ Killer Kadogan
� How dare you take time off to have a baby!! Just joking, it�s nice to see you
back again, although I hope you don�t do what I do with favorite fanfictions and cut into sleep time reading. [I do that
much too often, no wonder I look like a raccoon most days!]
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