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Quaffle and Chain	By : CelesWarren Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 4445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does. I do own Celes though! I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3 Firewhiskey, Knitting, and Frying Pans Oh My!

Professor Snape stalked back down the corridor, furiously rubbing his throbbing nose as he went. A deep scowl marred his face as he made his way down the shifting stairs and back towards the dungeons, robes billowing along in his wake.

Finally entering his private rooms, he sat huffily in a worn armchair and lit a fire in the old fireplace with his wand. He sat there glaring at the fire, trying to figure out how that damned woman had not only guilted him into brewing her a potion, but had taken it from him without so much as a word of appreciation and slammed the door in his face!

Without moving his eyes from the fireplace he accioed himself a bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass tumbler, poured himself a generous amount, and laid the bottle on a side table. He swirled the amber liquid around in his glass for a moment before taking a sip, grimacing a little at the burn.

After mulling the whole Saturday over in his head he eventually decided to let her little show of rudeness go, he would continue to make her potions to ease her pain if she so wished, but would also continue to undermine her authority and intelligence at every turn as long as she continued to present him chances to do so.

One last image of her clothed in that silk nightgown flashed into his mind before he pushed it away, downed the rest of his glass of Firewhiskey, and set off to bed.

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She removed her robe and tossed it toward a chair, but missed it completely as her attention was on the little glass vial Snape had given her.

She sat on her bed and swished the liquid around, it was a light minty green in color whereas Poppy’s potions were usually white.

She didn’t believe the man would poison her, as cruel and snarky as he usually was his role in the war had shown everyone what a noble and selfless man Severus Snape really was. She shuddered at the thought, noble and selfless?

But as much as she didn’t want to attach any positive attributes with Snape, even she had to admit that he put himself in constant danger for years to protect everything she and countless others held dear.

She turned the little vial over in her hand, and noticing the neat little etching on the side absentmindedly began tracing the letters with her finger. As she reached the s at the end she suddenly felt terrible for her actions. Not only had he made her the potion she so desperately needed, but he’d also put it in a special little vial with her name etched on the side.

For a moment she felt so bad for her actions that she considered rushing down to the dungeons and apologizing, but then it hit her whom it was she was considering giving an apology to.

Severus Snape might have been a selfless and noble war hero, but he was still Severus Snape. He was still every bit the cruel, sadistic Potion’s professor she remembered from her days as his student. Snape didn’t do anything without a reason, and he always thought about three steps ahead before making a decision. The man was calculated, and she knew there was a reason for this sudden display of repentance.

Feeling a slight headache creeping up as she tried to figure out his scheming, mixed with the dull ache in her abdomen made her decide to forget everything for now and drink the potion. Taking one last suspicious look at the contents she pulled out the cork with a soft pop, and downed the liquid. It tasted a little like mint and ginger and some other herb she thought she recognized, but before she had long to wonder what that last ingredient was the potion began working its magic. The headache and dull ache were gone, replaced by a feeling of warmth. The potion was amazingly effective, wiping anything Poppy could have ever dreamed of making out of the water!

She lay back on her pillows, feeling as comfortable as if she had been curled up the softest sheets and bedding imaginable, though in reality she hadn’t even pulled her own blanket over her. Sleep took her quickly, and it was the best night’s sleep could remember having in a very long time.

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That next morning she awoke a little later than usual and had to rush through her shower and other morning preparations for the day, several times she considered just staying in bed and skipping breakfast so she wouldn’t have to see Professor Snape.

She imagined he’d look at her with that look of superiority as soon as she entered the Great Hall, but she was wrong. He never even glanced up as she entered and took her seat beside Professor Sprout, he kept his attention on his breakfast until Hagrid said something to him about a shipment of Bezoar’s and even then he only nodded curtly.

She decided to push any further thoughts about the snarky professor out of her mind, and instead focused on the delicious looking eggs and bacon set out in platters before her. Today, she told herself, was going to make her forget about yesterday completely! After all who could have a terrible day when there was bacon at the start of it?

After breakfast she joined the other professors who were staying behind to finish decorating the Great Hall, unsurprised when Snape left for the dungeons at the very mention of anything related to Christmas.

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The holidays came and went and a new year descended on Hogwarts. As happy as she was to be entering the new year still teaching there, she couldn’t help but feel the tension in the air as the new Marriage Law the Ministry had been tossing around was getting closer to passing.

News of the notorious law had first cropped up about a year after the war had ended. Many lives on both sides were lost, and wizarding population was at a record low. People just didn’t seem to be interested in having children when things still seemed so unstable, and there was so much work to be done in rebuilding that marriage was put on the backburner. For the couples that did begin having children a noticeable rise in squibs was recorded.

So the Ministry began holding meetings to discuss the Marriage Law, and within 2 years the legal issues were sorted through and a definite law was put on the table ready to be voted on.

Celes knew that any day now the vote would happen, and she’d be stuck with a husband she didn’t want, and expected to have children she was nowhere near ready for.

Not many of the other staff members would be affected, most of them were beyond their child bearing years. Her mind traveled to ‘the bat of the dungeons’, him being in his 40s and still a bachelor he too would be saddled with an unwanted spouse. Her mouth twisted into a sly little smirk as she thought about the obese, mole-ridden troll of a woman she hoped he’d have to say I do to.

Lost in her altogether childish and petty little thoughts she didn’t notice the object of her cruel wishes walk up in front of her, his eyebrow raised in curiosity as he wondered what on earth the silly girl was smirking about.

“Perhaps if you spent less time day dreaming and more time focusing on your job you wouldn’t still be teaching future housewives how to knit…”

She jumped at the sound of his drawling voice, and stood looking at him blankly for a moment before the insult hit home. Her eyes narrowed on him angrily, her cheeks flushing scarlet.

“I’ve a good mind to knit your bloody mouth shut!”

“Mrs. Warren!”, A shrill and bossy voice sounded behind her causing the scarlet to run from her cheeks, she turned to see Headmistress McGonagall’s angry little eyes focused intently on her. The Headmistress looked very angry, her lips were thinner than usual and her nostrils were flaring like a bulls.

“I’d like to speak with you in my office Professor Warren….immediately!”

She furrowed her brows for emphasis then turned around and walked up the stairs to wait for Celes in her office.

Celes didn’t need to turn around to know that Snape was smirking venomously at her, but she did anyway and gave him a contemptuous glare that would have sent any other man running with his tail between his legs. Snape just looked at her with an amused sort of glimmer in his black eyes and deepened his smirk to a menacing smile.

“You’d better run along upstairs Mrs. Warren before you get into even more trouble.”

She growled so low under her breath it could have been mistaken for a purr and headed for the third floor, severely hoping that the future Mrs. Snape would pick up a habit of smacking her husband senseless with a frying pan on a regular basis.

Snape's such a bastard! A sexy bastard though.....Think these two will ever get along? Thanks for reading so far and for the review. This is a pretty fun story to write, I know the sex is taking some time to get here but realistically Snape isn't just going to start whipping his junk out like a porn star he's gonna take some convincing......or perhaps a ministry law ;) stay tuned!
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