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The Morning After

Chapter Four -� A Possessive Nature
Takes Hold

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: I don�t own Harry
Potter!! Seriously.. I just pwn him. 8) Ahahaha. Ok .. don�t sue me.. .. seriously.. >.>;

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Curled up in bed, Hermione stared at the curtain around her four poster. She had done as Severus had requested� she paused.
Severus? No, it�s Professor Snape, she corrected herself. Well anyways she had
done as he had requested and convinced Harry, Ron, Ernie, Michael Corner and
the other three Ravenclaws to take the antidote.� Her hand absently petted Crookshanks,
who was curled up against her purring.

At first they had been suspicious, but after she had calmly explained
why they needed the antidote, they had agreed, since all of them had been
suffering the side effects of her cocked up potion.

During supper in the Great Hall, Hermione�s attention had kept drifting
to her Professor, and she felt her heart twinge when she noticed how Professor
Snape did not glance once towards the Gryffindor table .

Hermione felt incredibly depressed and used.

She knew it was the potions fault that anything had been acted out, but
she still remembered vaguely how Professor Snape mentioned how it worked
between two people who had been previously attracted to each other.

When had he become attracted to her?

She remembered clearly when she had first become attracted to him. It
was in her Fifth Year. Somehow between her overload of homework, and her time
at Grimauld place, she had lost her fear of her
Professor. Instead of his words seeming like cutting ice, like they had done in
her Fourth Year, his voice had turned into something sensual. She had realized
this the potions class after Harry had first taken
those ill-fated occlumency lessons. Although she had
hated to admit it, she thought that Harry was being rather a dolt in not
following Professor Snapes orders. Well look where Harrys idiotic stubbornness had led to. Suddenly she felt
ashamed to herself. Her face flushed and she tried to hold back the tears that
seemed to be building up behind her eyes.

After supper, Hermione had gone to her dorm, feeling tired and
depressed. She had changed into her pajama�s, and
drawn the curtains around her. She had also cast a silencing charm around her
bed, so that if she wanted to cry, she would not have anyone looking in on her
in concern. Privacy was what she missed most when she was at Hogwarts,
she dearly missed not having a good place to cry.

She closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. Apparently she was over
exhausted to sleep, but she didn�t want to talk or see anyone. A great
depression had descended upon her and Hermione could feel tears build up for
some sort of release.

How could it be that in the last twenty four hours her life had changed
so drastically?

She frowned, she knew she shouldn�t blame Ron for her carelessness, but
� it was partially Ron�s fault that she hadn�t cut her potion ingredients
properly. How she wished it had never happened.

The tears started to come now, as she remembered her detention. She felt
cold and hollow, she wasn�t a virgin anymore.

Is this how everyone felt after? Hollow and used� and
so dirty?

The tears splashed down her nose, her hands clenching in Crookshanks fur.

Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday, she thought. She could eat breakfast
early and then disappear somewhere for the rest of the day, hopefully not
running into a certain Professor.

She cried herself to sleep, a worried Crookshanks
curled up next to her.

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Severus leaned back in his chair feeling exceptionally grumpy. These
second year dunderheads seemed to be going to amazing lengths to prove their
stupidity to him.

He viciously crossed out their wrong sentences and wrote a rather blunt
note to a Mr. Higgenbottom to improve his spelling
and grammar, and perhaps actually read the text before writing a paper on the
subject.

His mind kept going back to Miss Granger. His mood darkened as he
revisited the night of when he had first noticed her as more than just a
student.

It had been in her Fourth Year at Hogwarts.�

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he remembered seeing
her at the Yule Ball. He couldn�t seem to keep his eyes off of her.

Frustrated at himself for becoming highly
interested and seeing Hermione � no Miss Granger � as someone else other than a
particularly bright and annoying student, he had left the Great Hall after the
dinner to vent his frustrations out onto the snogging
couples in the bushes. It did not improve his mood either to have that idiot Karkaroff following him around like some lost puppy.

It came as no surprise to find that Karkaroff
had been disposed of within a year of Voldemorts
return.

He had been particularly annoyed that he had to watch the opening dance
� Dumbledore would not permit him to leave until the others had joined the
dance. Watching Miss Granger sway and dance so with Karkaroffs
prized brat had invoked an anger within him, which he
would later realize as jealousy.

He had keenly watched her progress throughout the rest of the Fourth
Year, and into the Fifth Year.

Believing that his irrational desire for her had finally died out, had been blown to nothing if anything could be said
about the previous days events. There was also something else� he couldn�t think
what it was. Something had happened during his time with Miss Granger,
something important. Severus hated not remembering something important like
this, since it usually meant a life or death situation. Why could he not
remember that one thought that seemed to be niggling in that back of his mind??
He reflected over his past encounters with Miss Granger� the only thing that
seemed to keep popping up was the amazing sex he kept having with her whenever
she was around. He frowned.. there
was something in between the sex, or during the sex that had occurred. It was
rather hazy� but it was important.

Scowl returning, Severus continued to viciously mark essays. Perhaps
he�ll have breakfast early tomorrow. Most likely she will sleep in due to it
being Sunday.

Plan in mind, Severus planned the rest of the day involving ways to
avoid a certain little Know-It-All.

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Crookshanks eyed his mistress warily, she
had cried herself to sleep, and the evidence of her tears were
still visible from the salty trails down her cheeks. Licking her face clean,
the half Kneazle decided to keep an eye on his
mistress and an eye on whoever else or whatever else had caused his mistress to
be so distressed.� Gently nudging her
awake, Crookshanks purred loudly trying to dispel some
of the misery of the night before. Hermione smiled and petted her cat, looking
at the clock.

�Mornin� Crooks.� she yawned before stretching
her legs and getting out of bed.

When Hermione left the dormitory that morning she did not notice a
certain half Kneazle keeping tabs on her.

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Feeling like death, Hermione made her way out into the Great Hall. Very
few people were there, due to it being about eight o�clock in the morning. Most probably sleeping in.

She sat down at the Gryffindor table trying not to glance over to the
staff table�

Pulling some toast towards her, she focused in buttering it, before
chancing a glance up towards the staff table. Professor Flitwick
was there in a discussion with, her heart pounded
madly, Professor Snape.

Frowning she returned her attention back to her toast, adding some
strawberry jam to it.

The morning mail swept in, and she looked up expectantly for her Sunday Prophet owl.

The brown owl landed imperiously infront of
her, nearly knocking over the milk. She hastily took out a knut and put it into the pouch, before taking the
newspaper and burying herself in it.

Nothing really out of the ordinary, Hermione had absentmindedly ate much
of her breakfast, and she was now on the weddings, births and deaths section.

She always felt saddened when she got to the death section, especially
if it held someone who had been killed by Death Eaters.

She sighed in relief, starting to fold the newspaper, no one had been
killed by Death Eaters today, she glanced down at the paper again, taking a sip
of pumpkin juice and spat it all out onto the paper.

She opened the paper again, and glanced at the wedding section her eyes
wide.

Heart beating rapidly, she glanced up at the Staff Table, to see that
her Professor was still there, now apparently enjoying an omelet.

She glanced over to the Slytherin� table to see Draco Malfoy perusing the Sunday Prophet. He had been looking
rather peaky lately, but it was obvious that he hadn�t yet seen what she had
seen, silently she uttered the spell and aimed her wand at Draco�s
Sunday Prophet, it caught fire, and a
startled Draco dropt it, and no matter his attempts
could not put the fire out until the entire newspaper had been consumed.

During this little escapade, Professor Snape had swept down upon Draco, berating the boy in his lack of attention.

Hermione quietly slipped out of the Great Hall, unable to keep her
thoughts in order.� She sat down on the
steps, waiting for Professor Snape to appear.

Clutching the newspaper, she read over the tiny article again and again
unable to take it in. Each time she read it, her shock turned to annoyance, her
annoyance to anger.

How could he?! When had this happened?!

She looked up as she heard footsteps come out into the Entrance Hall.
No� it was Draco. She glared at him, and he glared
back at her, before heading off towards the Slytherin
common room.

Not long after Draco leaving, Hermione looked
up again to see Professor Snape striding towards her scowl firmly in place. She
stood up her eyes flashing.

�Miss Granger, may I have a word?�

�Certainly Professor, but I believe you may have gotten my name wrong.�

�And how on earth would I have done that?� he growled.

�Here! Read this!� She thrust the Sunday
Prophet into his hands and pointed out the tiny article.

His countenance darkened as he reread the article. That niggling thought
seemed to be taunting him, and as he reread it for the third time it suddenly
dawned on him what had happened.

He looked up at her.

Her eyes were full of anger as she snarled, �Funny, but I don�t remember
a wedding.�

�Five points from Gryffindor.� Came the reply.

�WHAAAAT?!� Hermione shrieked. �Why are you taking points off for this?!� She gestured
towards the newspaper.

He looked at her calmly. �No, that was for setting Mr. Malfoy�s newspaper on fire.�

Her face blanched, �How did you..?�

�I looked Miss Granger. You seemed to be the only student capable enough
to do a spell and remain unnoticed.� Came his reply.

She glared at him, �Well what are you going to do about.. this?�
She once again gestured towards the newspaper.

�I believe talking to the twinkling old buffoon would be in order,�
Severus replied, he was looking over Hermiones
shoulder. �Ah Albus, just the person I needed to see.�

Hermione jumped at the sudden appearance of her Headmaster. She was also
rather startled at Professor Snapes boldness of
referring to Professor Dumbledore as �the twinkling old buffoon.�

�Ah Severus, it�s not often that you openly seek me out,� Albus replied
genially, �What seems to be bothering you?�

�This, Albus.� Severus replied showing the
wizened wizard the newspaper.

Albus� eyes scanned the little article, a frown appearing on his face
and the twinkle diminished.

�Come up to my office.� he said rather abruptly. Hermione cast a nervous
glance between her two Professors, unnerved by the sudden change in Professor Dumbledores demeanor.

She fell in line behind the two Professors, her anger giving way to
confusion, and she didn�t speak, nor did anyone else [unless you count giving
the password as proper speaking] until they were situated comfortably in the
Headmasters office.

The Headmaster did not say anything, he just sat behind his desk
observing them, he then flattened the paper upon his
desk and looked at it again.

When he looked up, his stare was hard, and rather forbidding.

�Severus I expected better from you. But to do this�� he looked at
Hermione, �Most likely against her will..� he let out
a long sigh.

Albus fully focused his attention onto Hermione, �I am sorry Miss Granger but
there is nothing that I can do. It seems Severus has used Dark Magic to bind
you to him��

Hermiones eyes widened to the size of
galleons.

�Although I am not sure what spell he used, I am rather certain that
this certain Dark Magic causes your heart and soul to be bond to the caster.
Which basically equates to marriage in the wizarding
world� and hence,� Albus gestured futiley towards the
newspaper.

Hermione felt winded as she sat there, letting the information sink in.
Anger suddenly bubbled again to the surface as Hermione suddenly realized that
she was married to her Professor, no choice in the matter.

Springing up from her chair, her eyes full of loathing she turned to
Severus.

�HOW DARE YOU!� she shouted. �YOU INCOMPETENT GREASEY
GIT!�

Red and gold sparks were coming out of her wand as she aimed it towards
her Professor, and hexed him.

Suddenly Severus was suffering a bout of Twitchy Ears, and Hermione had
stormed off out of Albus� office.

Scowling, Severus muttered the anti-jinx and turned his attention back
to Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was looking thoughtfully at him, his fingers steepled. �Severus� as much inclined as I am to throw you
out of the castle.. I do believe you have done a great
favour to me.�

�And what might that be?� Severus asked warily.

Dumbledore looked up at Severus, his eyes clear. �You may have just
possibly caused the war to turn in our favour.�

Frowning Severus tried to question what that would be, but found himself
being interrupted by the Headmaster.

�Severus,� the Headmasters voice had taken on a commanding tone, �Please
do not delude yourself that by being married to Miss Granger, you are
automatically dropped from your special assignment for the order.�

Eyeing the Headmaster in barely concealed contempt, Snape replied softly,
�Of course not Headmaster. What do you think I am? A Malfoy?�

�Of course not� Now, since she is now Mrs. Snape, I believe she will
have to move down to your personal rooms, since it would look odd to not have a
man and wife living together.� Albus held up his hand to silence Severus�
outburst. �Now, now Severus you have brought this upon yourself. No if ands or
buts. Now I suggest you go and find Miss Granger before she hexes anyone who
annoys her.�

Severus stayed put in his chair, �Albus, I believe that Miss Granger
would object most forcefully in being taken from her Gryffindor tower� as keen
as you are wanting to broadcast this �marriage�,�
Severus said the word in contempt, �I do believe that it is better to give Miss
Granger at least a week to sort everything out before being forced to dwell in
the dungeons.�

�I suppose,� Albus murmured, �If that�s how you want it� Now I really do
suggest you go and find Miss Granger before she hexes someone.�

Standing up, Severus nodded curtly towards the Headmaster before leaving
in a billow of his robes.

Looking thoughtfully after Severus, Albus added as an after thought,
�But I suppose she will not be Miss Granger anymore will she?�

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How dare he? How dare he? That
PIG! Not even a consideration for her! Wizard marriages were for life! No
divorce.. Hermiones heart
clenched at this thought� after
consummation. Well they had bloody well consummated it on one of his potions
tables.� Twitchy ears!! She should have
hexed his balls off! Made him eunuch! Made him sing soprano!

She stomped on down the stairs, quickly exciting the castle to roam
about the grounds feeling in the mood to hex anyone that made the mistake of
catching up with her.

Hermione was definitely not in the mood to deal with whingy
Ron or stellar Harry.

Tossing herself down onto a patch of grass she gazed unseeingly at the
lake, her hands grasping and angrily pulling up tufts of grass.

How fast will the news move?
Well she can�t go back to Gryffindor tower now, her cheeks burned in shame, everyone will know! came
the panicked thought.

OH
CIRCE I�M MARRIED TO SEVERUS SNAPE I�M GOING TO DIE!!!

When this thought came she jumped up and started to walk again around
the lake, ignoring the giant squid lazily paddling across the surface.

The Forbidden
Forest drew nearer to
her, but she did not really care.

Would she have to move in with him? Maybe their marriage could be in
name only� well until she killed him.

Her smile broached upon wicked as she imagined many entertaining ways to
get rid of her new husband. She had to think of ways to exterminate him, before
he would exterminate her, she rationalized.

Sighing angrily she threw herself down onto the ground again and began
pounding the ground with her fists.

I�m going to die, I�m going to
die, I�m going to die!!!!

A lump seemed to form in her throat causing the simple task of breathing
to become difficult. She lay her head on the ground and let the unbidden tears
come again. She was married. Against her will to some� some..
greasy haired bat of the dungeons.

Once her sobs had died down she numbly stared at the grass, and sat up.
Rubbing her hands across her face to wipe away her tears she felt the imprint
of the grass upon her cheeks.

Shivering, she unsteadily stood up, brushing the grass off of her robes,
and looked blearily back to the castle.

Maybe she could just leave, really she was only married in the Wizarding Community.. so she could still have a Muggle
marriage.� Well she hoped she could.

Feeling a better resolve she slowly made her way up to the castle.� She would tell Ron and Harry her plan first
and then.. she paused.

She had completely forgot about those two.

She couldn�t leave Harry to face Voldemort alone, she couldn�t betray him like that. And
Ron, who else would nag him to get his homework done?

Her heart felt pained, to stay in the Wizarding
World and be Mrs.Snape or to leave and live as
Hermione Granger.

Her mind whirred into action trying to get to a solution to her problem.
Well she would stay with Harry and Ron until after the war. Then she could just
become a Muggle, and renounce the Wizarding
World.

She could just be normal after all. Anyways, her ..
husband� would most likely get killed. So if he got
killed she could stay in the Wizarding World, and
live normally.

Anyways she wouldn�t have to see him in her seventh year, Hermione
mused. Since he was Defence Against
the Dark Arts teacher, if he was like the others, he would leave the school
somehow. She didn�t know how, but she had a shrewd idea that this was
Dumbledore�s discreet way of letting Severus go, most likely to go do some
undercover Order work, that could not be done with him still a teacher.

Entering the Entrance Hall, Hermione glanced about. She still wasn�t
keen on talking to anybody� she just wanted to be left alone.

�Miss Granger,� a smooth voice startled her and she looked towards
Professor Snape. Her cheeks flushed, Merlin she must look a mess after crying
and laying about in the grass.

�Yes Professor?�

�Would you come with me to my office?�

She stared at him. � He hadn�t ordered her to come with him.. he was.. asking
her?

�About now Miss Granger,� His voice cut through her shock.

Nodding numbly she followed behind his imperious form.

Students gave her curious stares wondering why the star pupil would be following
the great bat of the dungeons so willingly into his lair, perhaps she had been
late for detention, they surmised, and he had a particularly nasty assignment
to give her as penance.

None of them guessed that it was because she was now Mrs. Snape.

Entering his office, she sat on the chair in front of his desk, as he
paced around her in an aggravated manner.

Trying to keep her thoughts clear, she focused on a particularly slimy
specimen, in an acid green potion that perhaps could be a pig fetus.

Clearing his throat he began, �Miss Granger.. or I suppose Mrs. Snape� you have� a week to adjust to your circumstances before
Albus forcibly shoves you out of your Gryffindor bedroom and into mine.�

Her focus was waning.. into
his.. she whipped her head around to stare at him,
gaining a crick in her neck. Wincing, she asked, �Into yours?�

His lip curling, he grumbled, �The Headmaster deems it suitable for a
man and wife to live together. Although I will tell you ahead of time that this
� marriage will be an unhappy result on both parts do not presume that me being tied to you will cause me to become sentimental and
foolish� or not dock as many points off of your house.�

She nodded, letting him know that she understood.

He settled behind his desk and glared at her for a long moment before
continuing, �Also do not presume that you being my wife would give you any sort
of authority over me. I do not take kindly to someone trying to instruct how I
live my life.�

Hermione settled uncomfortably in the seat and then asked, not looking
him in the face, �Well I figured our marriage would be in name only..� her
cheeks flushed, and then gathering up her courage she looked him straight in
the face, �After this war is over I plan on leaving the Wizarding
Community, sir. I would leave it now, but I feel I cannot abandon Harry or Ron
at this crucial point of the war. And since I am only married to you in the Wizarding Community, I believe that once I resume my life
as a Muggle I will be able to date and marry whomever
I please� without your interference.�

He looked at her visibly shaken, �I suppose. Your request..
seems reasonable.��
Looking at her sternly he then growled, �But during this blasted war you
will act the part of my wife.�

Cheeks colouring she asked quietly, �All of
it?�

He nodded.

She stood up and she cast him a hard look, �Well that will be hard, Professor, since I only reacted to you
under a lust potion.�

Startling her, he shoved away from his desk, standing up,
his face had become unreadable as he strode towards her.

�If that�s all.. I�ll be going now!� she gulped
before trying to sprint away to the door [and hopefully safety], when she felt
strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back up against his chest.

Fearfully she glanced up into his eyes, and was startled at how dark the
seemed.

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily, causing Hermione�s
legs to feel as if someone had put a jelly leg curse upon her. He broke the
kiss and he growled, �I�m pretty sure that I can convince you otherwise.�

He could feel her struggle weakly against him, and keeping one arm
firmly around her waist he used his other hand to trail his fingers along her
jaw, and down across her breasts. Her breathing grew ragged as he teased her
nipples into erectness, and his hand then drifted down to her skirt, his eyes
were locked with hers, and the intensity in her eyes seemed to make his heart
beat up faster.

His fingers circled lazily on her thigh, and then he pressed them up
against her dampening panties.

He lowered his mouth hungrily to hers again, his tongue probing her
mouth demandingly, and was rewarded by her small gasp, allowing him access into
her mouth, as he slipped one long slender finger into her damp cavity.� He stroked her clitoris, enjoying hearing her
guttural moans, as he inserted another finger, and then a third.

Her mouth moved against his hungrily, her tongue lashing about with his.
Lost in her kiss, his fingers continued their thrusting into her warmth, and
seemed to increase their urgent pace as her moans and fervency of her kisses
seemed to increase.� Her body shuddered
as her body broke into the will of his fingers, clenching around him her
orgasm blossoming forth like a dying orchid.

Feeling her body relax into his, he gently removed his fingers from her
depths, and wiped them on the inside of her leg. He wrapped his arms around her
and held her to him, letting her regain her composure.

He could tell when she had, because she seemed to suddenly stiffen, and
she pulled away from his grasp, her eyes bright her cheeks flushed.

�Good going, Professor,� she bit out, �At least now you know you can
make me into your whore whenever you want.� And with those ripping words she
stormed out of his office.

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AN: Oh as a note I
have no idea what the heck the binding Dark Magic thing is and am not
attempting to name it due to my sudden lack of knowledge of the language of
Latin.� Oh as a side note I have a
feeling this story will get darker.. AND I totally
made that lust potion up! And the name for it just kinda
popped up, no idea if it�s like actual Latin or just some sort of gobbledy gook that my mind mushed
together after reading too many Harry Potter stories.

Don�t forget to review! Please!!

Actually I was rather impatient to post this chapter up. >.> Hope
you don�t mind. <3
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