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The Morning After

Chapter Five � Good Going
Professor

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: Actually I really
am JK Rowling.. I�m just taking a break off from writing the Seventh book because
I needed some smut! ^_^ � [I hope you guys really didn�t believe that.
>.>]

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�Good going Professor. At
least now you know you can make me into your whore whenever you want.�

The words seemed to reverberate around his head as he stared numbly at
the door she had just slammed in his face.

Good going Professor�

An irrational anger seemed to swell up inside of him, squeezing his
heart in it�s fist of frustration.

His shoulders tensed, he gritted his teeth, and he slammed his fist into
the wall.

Damnit! Why the hell did he do that? What the hell had he been thinking?

Muggle Marriage indeed, he thought
contemptuously. Most likely I�ll be dead
by the end of this war� and why the hell was Albus being so damned irritating?

Growling, Severus stood up to his full stature.� Special
assignment for the Order indeed. His anger seemed to dissipate as he
suddenly thought about his �special
assignment�.

Sighing, he thrust himself back into his chair behind his desk. Not many
students knew this, but it was a swivel chair.�
As fashionable as it may be in the Muggle world, it certainly would kill
his �bat of the dungeons� persona if anyone came in upon him slumped in his
favorite chair, swiveling about in aimless circles. It seemed as if he thought
better staring at the ceiling, twirling aimlessly.

Well he would have to inform Voldemort as soon as possible, came his
thought.

Then came the even more upleasant thought, he would not want Voldemort to
remember or even find out the spell that had caused Hermione to be bound to
him� so how would he explain marriage?

Slowly a plan began to form inside his crafty mind, and Severus felt as
if this day would drag on forever.

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Hermione sat in the Great Hall, poking at her scalloped potatoes. Ron
was talking to her, but his words seemed like some distant buzz flowing
distantly just beyond her reach.

�Hermione?� Ginnys voice interrupted her thoughts, �Hermione?�

She looked up across the table. �Mm?�

�You agree with Ron don�t you?�

�Agree?� She stared at Ginny blankly.

And quite to her surprise Ginny let out a peal of laughter.

�Ginny!� Harry exclaimed, quickly picking up his fallen fork, �Don�t
give people heart attacks!�

�Ahaha, I�m sorry Harry.. but it�s just Ron�s been talking to Hermione
for over five minutes� and she hasn�t taking in a word he�s said!�

Ron just scowled over at Hermione, �Yeah. I was trying to apologize and
all. But now I don�t feel like it.�

�Ron! I�m so sorry.. It�s just that.. I�ve been .. rather distracted
lately.� At these last words Hermiones cheeks flushed a rather dazzling shade
of red.

�AAAAA!!� Ginny exclaimed. �Hermione�s got a love interest!�

Hermiones head shot up at these words. �N-n-no!! I-�

�Oooh! Who is he?? Ron you were right!� Ginny squealed, her hands grasping
Hermiones, as the red head stared eagerly at her.

�Ron?� Hermione asked out rather dazed, casting her friend a puzzled
look.

�Yeah well.. I figured that since your proclamation at breakfast the
other day.. that it must be that you got a boyfriend of some sort..� he mumbled
into his corn.

His ears were doing a fantastic job of trying to blend in with his hair.

�Just because I don�t want to do � you
know what does not mean I have a boyfriend! Or any love interest!� Hermione
burst out irritably.

Ginnys hold on her hands tightened, and then loosened as she let them
go.

�Well OK if you want to be that way,� she said nonchalantly.

Hermione� glanced over to Harry for
support and found him looking at her with a questioning look on his face.

Probably wanting to know what..
you know what was, she thought embarrassedly.

As casually as she could, she turned her gaze back over to Ginny� trying
to get a glimpse of the Head Table and of her � Hus--- no . Her Professor.

He was poking at his meal apparently, deep in conversation with
Professor Dumbledore. Curious on what could be so interesting she went back to
her potatoes.

A nervous first year suddenly approached the group, clutching a note,
Harry looked up believing it was for him, but when the first year asked for
Hermione, the rather moros girl looked up and claimed the attention of the
first year.

�U-u-uhm P-professor Dumbledore asked my to deliver this.� The first year
stuttered holding out a piece of folded parchment.

Smiling kindly at the first year Hermione took it and thanked the
messenger before curiously opening up the parchment.

Dear Miss Granger,

Meet me at my office after
dinner.� Please do not delay.

-
Dumbledore

p.s.
I currently enjoy fizz pops.

Reading the letter over her shoulder Ron commented, �Blimey. Wonder what
Dumbledore needs. Do you know what he means about the �do not delay�?�

Hermione shook her head, feigning a look of puzzlement. �No. Maybe he
needs me for something.�

Harry frowned, �I don�t know Hermione.�

�Oh come on Harry, it�s Dumbledore. There�s no need for you to be
worried Hermione.� Ginny interjected, �Maybe he has a secret mission for her to
accomplish.�

Ron rolled his eyes. �Like what? Defeating a text book?�

�Oh shutup Ron.� Hermione replied looking determinedly at her dinner.

Ginny was casting her an appraising look, but did not push the matter
forwards. Instead she started to talk about their Quidditch practice that had
occurred earlier that day, most effectively capturing Rons and Harrys
attentions.

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Entering the Head office, Hermione was not surprised to find Professor
Dumbledore there already as well as Professor Snape.

What she was surprised about was seeing a grim looking Professor
McGonagall and a rather sad looking Hagrid.

�Ah welcome Hermione.� Dumbledore said warmly. � I suppose I should
explain everything to you. Please have a seat.�

Obediently she sat down.

�Severus has brought up a rather important point, which needs to be
rectified as soon as possible. Due to you two being married, if Voldemort
penetrates his mind there should be a wedding. But there isn�t. Therefore we
are going to do a rather hasty, quiet and rather fake wedding for the benefit
of Lord Voldemort.� Came his simple and direct explanation.

Hermione just sat there dumbfounded. She was having a fake wedding.. in
her school robes?

�There usually are more witnesses than two, but since this is to be a
quiet wedding, we shall have the minimum. I myself will be the bonder. Now if
you and Minerva will go to the side room,� here Dumbledore gestured to a door
in his wall, �To get appropriately attired, we should be ready to commence the
bonding ceremony.�

Numbly Hermione stood up following Professor McGonagall into the side
room. Of course. Voldemort. How could she have been so stupid?

The siderooms walls were circular, most likely from it being part of the
tower that Dumbledores office was in.

There was a full body mirror and a walk in closet. There were shelves
everywhere. Full of many tinkling items, books and accessories it seemed.

A throat cleared behind her, reminding Hermione of Professor McGonagalls
presence.

Turning to look at her Professor, she could see the worry clearly etched
into her face, her eyes not as merry and bright as they usually were. But then
again they had never been as bright ever since the return of Lord Voldemort.

�Miss Granger.. or I suppose I should call you Mrs. Snape? Or would you
prefer Madam Snape?�

Hermione shrugged, and looked down at her feet.

Sighing, Minerva walked over to the girl, �Please look into the closet
and pick out your wedding attire.�

Biting her lip, Hermione chanced a look up, �Uhm.. Will you please help
me?�

�Of course. Now you will find that this closet has many of the
attributes as the Room of Requirement. So I feel we should be able to find
everything in here.�

Hermione nodded to show that she had understood. She let go of her book
bag, [her plans of going to the library obviously dashed] and let Professor
McGonagall fuss over as she wanted.

Hermione almost felt as if this day had seemingly produced an extra
twenty four hours just to spite her.

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Severus was dressed in his best black robes, they were not as �bat of
the dungeons� as his other robes, and were actually quite flattering to his
figure. The cut did not require as much material as his work robes, which meant
that more of his figure could be distinguished.�
He had pulled his hair back with a simple black ribbon.� In fact he�
looked as if he were a dandy dressed for a funeral. All that seemed to
be missing was the top hat and cane.

Hagrid kept shooting him rather angry looks, no doubt ired about the
idea of the Little Miss Perfect being married to Mr Sour Face.

Severus was almost amused by his thoughts. Ten minutes had passed, and
he was getting rather impatient for this to begin. What could be taking them so
long? He wanted to get this damnable fake wedding set up over and done with, so
that he could contact the Dark Lord, inform him of his newly married state and
get the unpleasantries over with.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the door opened. Minerva first
stepped out announcing the bride, and then � Severus� breath seemed to catch
rather painfully somewhere inside his chest.

She was wearing a simple white dress, that had a square cut
neckline,� that seemed to just end before
any cleavage could be shown. The sleeves ended midway of her upper arms, and
the bottom of the dress flowed out from her hips in a decidedly graceful and
simple manner.

Her hair was pulled up, with white lilies intertwined in her hair.� Her lips were a decided dark plum colour,
deeply contrasting the pure whiteness of her outfit.

She looked so virginal� Severus felt a strong desire to rip her clothes
off and take her there.

Fortunately he restrained his desires as she came and stood beside him.

Hagrid stood beside Severus and Minerva was beside Hermione, while the two to
be wed knelt down in front of Albus.

They clasped their hands in the ritual manner as Dumbledore began the
chants and spells that would bind them as husband and wife.

Severus had a sneaking suspicion that Albus was actually performing the proper
spells, since it didn�t really matter whether or not if they were married
again. They could get married a billion times a billion different ways. It
didn�t matter. They just could not divorce.

Severus kept trying to distract himself, but felt himself being drawn
into the depths of her eyes, and could sense that she too were being drawn into
his fathomless black ones. Her hand seemed to be clenching his for dear life,
as the bonds of magic seemed to tighten around their hands.

Albus finished chanting and then stated simply, �It is time to kiss.�

Hermiones face flushed as she moved her lips up towards to Snapes. Their
lips met and she felt adrenaline run through her body as the final marriage
bonds sealed themselves confirming the marriage.

After a moment they broke away.

�You are now man and wife.� Dumbledore stated.

The two looked rather dazedly at each other, as a bright flash of light
seemed to occur blinding the two.

Growling, Severus looked towards the source and saw some house elf
holding a camera, taking.. pictures?

�Albus what is the meaning of this?� He demanded, turning towards the
Headmaster.

Albus� eyes seemed to have some annoying twinkle in them, �Oh I figured
wedding pictures were in order.�

Hermione was looking at the house elf with a slightly horrified
expression upon her face. �Dobby?� she finally managed to squeak out.

�Yes miss. Now if Miss and Mister pose together Dobby can take more
pictures!�

�No. I absolutely refuse.� Severus stated standing up and looking as if
he were ready to make a hasty retreat.

Hermione looked over at Dumbledore, and then feeling decidedly wicked,
got up, leaned up on her tip toes and kissed Severus soundly on the cheek while
Dobby happily flashed away on the camera.

He turned and scowled at her. �What was that for?� Damn she looked
delectable. That damn dress �

�Look Severus, I want bloody wedding photos.�

Everyone in the room kind of gawked at her.. did she just?

�Fine.� Severus grumbled, wrapping his arm around her waist.

�Now if Missus and Master will be so kind to do the kiss photo�� Dobby
piped up.

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After numerous photo cameos later [all at Hermione�s insistence of
course] the �newly� married couple were finally thrust out of Albus� office.
Hermione still in her wedding regalia [�You keep it. Something to remind you of
your wedding.� Minerva had said misty-eyed] and book bag slung over her
shoulder [with her school clothes in it] Hermione found herself being ushered
down secret passageways and rather empty hallways.

�Severus??� Hermione squeaked out, �Where are you taking me? My common
room is .. erm the other way. Please let me go so that I can change..�

He just growled and urgently tugged her through a tapestry until he had
them standing in front of a blank stretch of wall �otherwise known as the
doorway to his private quarters.

Each time Hermione said his first name, it had seemed like a powerful
drug to him turning him on to be sporting a rather impressive erection.

Never mind the thought of her changing out of her wedding dress.

He wanted her now. The whole sight of her being so pure� he had this
strong animalistic urge to despoil her again. Reclaim her.

Pretty much shoving her into his private chambers, he pressed her up
against the wall as his mouth descended upon hers and ravaged it.

She struggled against him trying to comprehend what the bloody hell was
going on as his hands messily ran through her hair, causing some of the lilies
to fall to the floor.

His hands worked against her breasts causing her body to become aroused
as she moaned into his mouth. His kisses were forceful and domineering,
completely taking possession of her.

Forcefully he lifted her dress up over her knees as he released his
pressing erection, and rubbed it against her thigh, growling out as he
basically tore her panties off of her, before pushing himself savagely into
her.

She bit her lip, closing her eyes tightly. He was being too rough.
Forcing her legs around his waist, he plunged himself deeply into her,
disregarding the crushed lilies by his feet.

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Leaning against the windowsill in the Owlery, Hermione let the cool wind
brush across her tear streaked cheeks.

She felt like a whore.

After her wedding escapade with Severus, her body bruised from his
crushing animalistic grasp of her, and after they had both fulfilled their
sexual releases��

He had simply put her down. And looked at her as if she were a
contemptuous piece of dirt.

No words were exchanged as she grabbed her bag and basically fled his
chambers.

Tears pouring down her face as she changed in the girls loo�s, and she
had gently placed a non wilt / non harm charm on the remaining lilies that had
been in her hair and she had sought the Owlery for some sort of reprieve.

Her mind drifted back to the conversation that she had had with him in his
office [Which had also had her having an
orgasm, came the unbidden thought.] And she realized that she had a week.

A week to hopefully try and coerce Professor Dumbledore and Professor
Snape into letting her stay in her Gryffindor chambers.

A week in to find a way to tell Ron and Harry that she was not Hermione
Jane Granger anymore, that in fact she had somehow ended up married to one of
the most loathed teachers of all time.

A week to�

The wedding had been for Voldemort. How stupid of her.

Her husband was a Death Eater. Or
perhaps he still is?

Whatever the matter she is now a Death Eaters wife..

She shivered, what do Death Eaters wives do?

Her fingers twined errantly with a piece of her hair, as she thought of
the things she must do as a Death Eaters wife.

Since she was a Mud Blood, perhaps she would.. be asked to do certain
obligations.

Her eyes dulled at the thought. She didn�t even want to fuck Snape right
now, much less Lucius Malfoy.. or even worse. Crabbe and Goyle.

Her arms moved quickly as she hugged herself tightly.

Of course Dumbledore would not allow it, she reasoned with herself. But
then she was surprised how Dumbledore seemingly betrayed her.. forcing her to
live in the dungeons with the Great Bat of Hell.

She stayed in the Owlery, not seeing as the sun set, or feeling as the
stars came out to view.

The coldness seemed to become her friend, making her numb.

As the moon began to rise, the soft swish of wings could be heard as the
owls went out to hunt.

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He watched her flee.

What the hell had overcome him? Seeing her looking so pure�

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath.

So innocent.. so pure.. he had to defile her.

Bugger the consequences.

He could see the unshed tears and the fear and the rejection as she had
fled.� It had quite unnerved him. This
brave Gryffindor reduced to � pain.

His heart beat a little faster.�
It had been years since he had actually vested any interest in someone
of the female species, and he was kind of unsure of how to say it, be the
�romantic prototype� that all women seemed to be secretly longing for.

Damn he was a bastard.

Although Hermione had much the same about him when he was her age there
was one thing that greatly separated them.

She did not care for the Dark Arts as he did.

This one factor, although seemingly insignificant caused her to radiate
a purity much stronger than anyone else�s he had encountered. It almost seemed
to have an effect of a rather unpleasant drug upon him. Causing his more
animalistic tendencies to become known�

No wonder she wants to become
a Muggle after the war, came the glum thought.

Sighing, he changed out of his robes and just dumped them across his bed
as he went to wash himself.

Well anyways he would have to see the Dark Lord and inform him of his
new� marital state.

One of the things that kept Severus in the Dark Lords favour was that he
usually informed him before anyone else about events that had transpired.

Drying himself off, Severus threw on his Death Eater robes, the mask in
his pocket. No one would really notice much difference in his attire, since he
always wore black.

Sweeping from the Dungeons, Severus contacted the Dark Lord.

He had a feeling that the day would get longer.

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Harry slumped down into the squishy overstuffed armchair.

His concentration wasn�t really on the game of Wizards Chess that he was
playing with Ron.

Hermione still hadn�t returned yet.

�Ron,� he began suddenly, breaking Ron out of his concentrated study of
the chess board.

�Yeah?�

�What did Hermione mean.. you know.. when she said. You know what?�

Ron seemed to avoid Harrys gaze, his face , neck and ears vying to match
his vibrant hair colour.

�Uhm.. what do you mean.. you know what?�

�At lunch today. Something about her not doing you know what.�

Heaving a sigh Ron quickly mumbled an answer.

�Huh? What.. I didn�t..�

Ron quickly glanced at Harry, heaved a great sigh and quickly mumbled.
�She gave me blow jobs.�

In Harrys incredulous surprise, his arm seemed to twitch knocking the
chessboard over, their pieces scattering for cover. None of the boys noticed
the conspicuous absence of Crookshanks.

�WHY?!� Harry managed to sputter out once he had regained his senses.

Ron frowned, �I�m not sure.. it was well.. I was talking about Quidditch
and then.. she just.. it just sort of.. happened.�

�Only once?�

�N-no.� Ron chanced a look at Harry. �Several.�

�Oh.� Harry leaned back in his chair, aimlessly fiddling with the hem of
his robe.

Seeing as there seemed to be nothing else to be added to this awkward
topic, Ron glanced at his watch. His eyes widened as he noted the time.

�Harry! Where is she? It�s past eleven.�

�Hermione? She.. she.. well she wasn�t at dinner.� Harry concentrated
rather hard upon some lint. �I don�t know. She was certainly acting funny
though.�

�Yeah.� Ron stood up suddenly, a steely resolve seeming to settle into
his stomach. �Well we better go find her.�

�Find her?� Harry asked blankly, and then �But she�s with Dumbledore.
Maybe he really did need her for a special mission.. we can�t just interrupt
that.�

�Oh..� Ron sat down again. �Well maybe she�ll get back later�Care for
another game?�

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It was morning when she awoke.

The awaking was rather sudden, and cold. Her body couldn�t seem to stop
shivering as she pushed herself up from the dropping strewed floor in relative
disgust.

Lips blue with cold, her cheeks a dead flush, she rubbed her eyes, and
looked blearily around her surroundings.

The early morning sun had just started making its first peep into the
new day, and the owls were returning from their evening rendezvous�.

Grabbing her bag she placed one foot in front of the other, and made her
way to the Prefects bathroom.

Hopefully no one would be awake this early in the morning.

Entering the large bathroom, Hermione shrugged out of her dropping smeared
clothes and put them down the laundry shoot. Walking about the bathroom
completely nude, she turned on some of her favorite taps, and watched with
satisfaction as the swimming pool sized tub filled up.

When it was full she slipped her body in between the deliciously warm
bubbles and drifted aimlessly on her back staring that the rather ornate
ceiling.

Although the Prefects bathroom could be called rather luxurious, she
didn�t really like it. Well.. compared to her husbands bathroom.

She had been rather shocked when she had stepped inside it.

Although it was decidedly smaller than the Prefects bathroom [no doubt
because it not being a shared bathroom for .. various reasons], it had a more
welcoming feel to it.

The bathtub was more like a large hot tub, including comfortable seats
around the edge. You could still swim a few laps, but they weren�t as long, and
the taps weren�t as many.

Most likely due to Severus� own taste there had been no pictures in the
bathroom.

There had been a shower [which she had hastily used to clean up] but it
was not secluded off from the bathtub. Instead it was just pretty much a shower
head, in the corner of the room with no partition whatsoever.

She sighed, why was she thinking of his bathroom now? Taking a deep
breath she plunged under the soapy mass and swam around under the water until
her lungs were screaming for air.

Breaking the surface, she rubbed the bubbles away from her eyes and
started to wash her hair.

Having loads of bushy hair was rather a bother to clean, and she
sometimes wondered why she just didn�t bother cutting it all off.

Well maybe she should, came the unbidden thought.

And go bald?

Hermione shivered, no, she�ll cut her hair after she�d graduated from Hogwarts,
came the decision. The castle was drafty enough as it was, no need to chop off
ones extra protection.

Protection.. Hermione�s eyes brightened suddenly. Perhaps she would find
new ways of protecting herself by using Professor Snapes library.. although
there was the flaw that he would know what spells she had used to protect
herself from him. Frowning she nibbled her lip, well, maybe she would have to
do some extra research of her own.

Feeling a bit better about her situation, Hermione pulled herself out of
the tub, and let the water drain. Taking one of the fluffy towels provided she
dried her body, only then noticing a rather deep bite mark in her left thigh.
Tracing her finger over it, she pondered over whether or not this was part of
the binding ritual that had made her Mrs. Severus Snape.

Glancing at her thighs she noticed the bruises left by him, from his
forceful way with her� she glanced at her arms. Yup there were bruises. Would
she always have bruises from now on?

Well thank goodness for school robes. She thought.

Putting on her freshly laundered school robes, Hermione decided that
tonight she would tell Ron and Harry. Maybe they could� help her.

She had no idea how. But maybe the could.

++++

Entering the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was assaulted by her two
best friends, both demanding to know where she had been.

After regaining her balance [and sense of place] she explained rather
truthfully that she had fallen asleep in the Owlery.

Her friends looked ruffled, as if they had fallen asleep in front of the
fire, which she supposed the might have done.

�But why �Mione?� Ron asked.

�Well I have a lot to think about. Anyways you two should get ready for
breakfast.�� Looking at their grumpy
faces Hermione relented and said, �Look, I�ll tell you everything tonight. I
promise.�

Harry regaurded her for a moment, and then said. �You better keep your
promise.�

Her smile seemed rather strained as she replied, �Of course I will.�

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Concern for their friend grew throughout the day, as both Harry and Ron
watched Hermione being extra quiet and being not quite as enthusiastic as she
usually was in her classes.

The whole theory that she might have a boyfriend seemed to be making
more and more sense, especially since it seemed as if she had had a fight with
this mysterious boyfriend.

Well whoever he is, Harry thought
ominously, I�ll hex his balls off if he
hurts Hermione.

Especially since Hermione seemed to tense up as she realized that she
would actually have class with him that
day.

Her two friends observed how agitated Hermione seemed to get before
their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and sat around her in their usual
spots at the back of the room.

The moment Professor Snape had swept in, Harry and Ron watched in
startled bafflement as Hermione gave a little squeak and seemed to by trying to
make herself as small as possible in her seat.

Suddenly an idea came to Harry, maybe Professor Snapes detention with
her had something to do with her strange behaviour!

Evidently, when he caught Ron�s eye, Ron was having the same idea.

As their Professor began the lesson, they noticed Hermione visibly
relax, probably because their Professor had only spared a glance in their
direction before beginning the lecture.

As he droned on with his lecture, Hermione seemed to be normal.

Well � Harry looked at her again. She was sitting alert but her
expression .. was.. vacant.

Professor Snape stalked the aisles while continuing on with his lecture,
his gaze flickered over to Hermione and.. found her just staring straight ahead
to the front of the classroom.

It galled him to think that she hated him so much that she didn�t even
bother craning her neck to look at him as he paced the aisles of faceless students.

His route meandered nearer to her, by her blank expression in her eyes
she certainly was not paying attention to his class.

Merlins balls was she actually attempting to escape his class by�. day dreaming?

The class drew an audible gasp as he stopped in front of her desk, and
leant down, his face level with hers.

She gave no indication that she noticed him there.

His eyes narrowed and he leaned further so that his mouth was right
beside her ear, as he said rather quietly, but also audibly so that the entire
class was able to hear him, �Having fun Miss Granger?�

It seemed as if his voice� had
broken her spell as she gave a large shriek, pushing herself forcefully away
from her desk, causing her chair to topple backwards, and having her legs up in
the air.

Satisfied, Severus straightened up.

�Ten points from Gryffindor for day dreaming in class!�

She glared up at him, as she tried to regain her.. balance.

His smile was rather vindictive as he added, �And five more for showing
everyone your underwear.�

The Slytherins in the class laughed, as Harry and Ron helped Hermione
up.

She could feel the indignation of her friends, but she quickly gave them
a look that they had seen only once before � that look had led to Draco Malfoy
getting slapped.

Brushing her hands along her robes, she righted her chair, and sat back
in it.

Her aura positively flaming.

As if there had been no interruption, Severus continued on with his
lecture, while Hermione decided to plot out a way for revenge.

Good going Professor.

Indeed.

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AN: Aaa thank you so
much for your reviews! They want me want to write the next chapters at
lightening speed! So that I can update them.. and get more reviews! Also I must
admit I got rather lazy in describing Severus� wedding robes. Please don�t hex
me! >.<

White Lily means: Virginity; purity; majesty; it�s heavenly to be with
you.

Got that from this site! http://www.pioneerthinking.com/flowerlanguage.html

@Septentrion � The potion was just a rather effective lust potion. And Hermione
is rather confusing. But then again she has been placed into a rather confusing
situation. And although yearning for Severus is rather nice, I think learning
you�re actually married to the person would � change some emotions rather
rapidly.

@cat � We�ll just have to wait and see how it plays out.

And as always since I have no beta reader, if it doesn�t make sense
point it out to me so that I can explain.. or do something else to cover it up.
>.>;; To explain the wedding. I was thinking about Severus and then
thought about his spy as Death Eater role and thought� about how he would have
to tell Voldemort about everything. And since Voldemorts an accomplished
Legilimens there had to be a memory about the wedding and one did NOT want
Voldemort to be reminded about the Dark Magic bindings

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And another note on the binding, Hermione is able to commit adultery.
Although in Pearle�s explanation the Dark Magic binding causes one to be unable
to commit adultery, I decided to .. drop that charge because I want Hermione to
make up her own mind on who she has sex with. [and also to make the story more
interesting]

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