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The Morning After

Chapter Seven � Mr. and Mrs.
Granger Meet the Rather Terrifying Son-in-Law

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling etc etc something about belonging to her and no money being
made off of this story.

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The silence was so absolute you could hear the person breathing across
the hall.

A loud clatter of a spoon, and the thunk of the fainting form of Neville Longbottom
broke the eerie silence, causing the eruption to start.

The moment Dumbledore had sat back down,
clearly finished his early morning speech, the gob smacked students� shock
quickly turned into whispers, as they craned to either see Hermione Granger or
Professor Snape. Certainly this could not be true?

But from the foul expression resting upon Hermione�s face, to the rather
bored expression affected by Professor Snape, it seemed that perhaps Dumbledore
had not lost his last few marbles while searching for a lemon drop that
morning. .

The Gryffindor table seemed to be in shock, as they looked at their
prized student, moodily poking at her pork sausage.

No one seemed to have put much notice in the fact of Neville Longbottom fainting

Parvarti had turned to Hermione, �So
Professor Snape is your Slytherin boyfriend then?�

�Yeah..� Hermione had started to pack up.

�How on earth did that happen?� Parvarti was
looking rather amused.

Sighing, Hermione looked up at the ceiling before replying, �Something
called fate.� She stood up and quickly made to escape the Great Hall, stares
and mutters following her.

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The rest of the day passed by rather unpleasantly, she did not like
being stared at and muttered about.

Maybe this is how Harry feels, she wondered grimly.

She had heard Pansy Parkinson mention that the secret behind Hermione�s
good grades in classes had been revealed, and was it true that Professor Flitwick was a rather inventive
shag?

Ignoring these comments and the like were starting to grate on her
nerves, and she was actually looking forward to escaping the castle to visit
her parents.

She reflected over Dumbledore�s instructions to meet Severus at 5pm in
the Great Hall. No doubt she would have to face more mutterings and finger pointings.

Idly she wondered how Severus was doing, most likely very well, having
even more of a reason to take points off of the Houses.

Finally, after what seemed like a day in forever, Hermione was packing
up from her last class.

Ron and Harry had taken to become Hermione�s unofficial body guards,
which she was thankful for.

They escorted her to the girls dorm, where she
went up to change, to meet her parents.

Deciding to look casual, she shimmied into a pair of dark blue jeans,
and pulled on a light blue turtle neck sweater over her pink t-shirt.

Quickly pulling a brush through her hair, Hermione then decided to add
some lipgloss and mascara.

�No need to look like she actually
put some effort into her appearance.

Pulling on her brown leather wanna be knee
high ugg boots, Hermione grabbed her black wooly
cloak and dashed back down the stairs, since the time was now pointing at 4:45

She would not put it past Severus to take points off from Gryffindor if
she were late.

Harry and Ron were waiting about for her at the bottom of the stairs,
and with her two best friends she was escorted out and down to the Entrance
Hall.

Down the stairs, she could see Severus� rather black billowy form coming
up from the dungeons, his usual sneer in place.�

He�s obviously lacking on colours, Hermione thought as she eyed his outfit. All black, he looks as if he�s about to kill
someone.

His eyes fell upon her and then seemed to harden as he noticed her two
escorts.

Saying goodbye to her friends, and feeling the eyes of those in the
Entrance Hall upon her, Hermione went and stood beside Severus.

Without saying a word to her, he started walking towards the doors,
Hermione silently following.

Their walk to the gates was silent and brisk

Hermione focused on taking one step in front of the other, the crisp
November air pressing in at her and nipping at her nose.

Cold, she pulled on her woolen gloves, slowing her pace down.

What was the hurry? She reasoned, they were
going to be early anyways.�

Severus was already at the gates waiting for her, a scowl upon his face.

Smiling benignly at him, she slowed her walk down to a near shuffle,
amused as he seemed to get even angrier at her slow pace.

Finally when she had reached him at the get, she replied in a rather
amused way, �What�s wrong Severus? Cactus up your bottom?�

Ignoring her, he tapped his wand upon the chain, letting it slither
itself out of the knots, and opened the gate.

Hermione stepped out of the school grounds and gave a jump as Severus
suddenly replied, �No it�s more like a rather spiky blowfish.�

The gates moaned closed behind them, as Hermione gave her new husband a
considering glance. �Is it puffed up then?�

�Naturally,� came his reply.

Slightly more relaxed Hermione ventured to ask, �So how are we getting
there?�

�Portkey. I need to keep as
much power as I can to combat your Muggle father. I fear he might use a
dentistry tool to a most affective manner in a part nowhere near my face.�
Severus had pulled out a chalk duster. �Grab hold.�

Hermione did as she was told, and Severus muttered �Portus.�

The chalk duster vibrated for a moment, before settling back to normal.

�On the count of three. One.
Two.. Three.�

Feeling as if her hand had been clamped to hold the chalk duster forever
Hermione felt the sharp tug of the port key as they hurtled towards her parents house.

Suddenly her feet landed upon the ground, her footing uncertain, Hermione
gave an ungainly wobble and fell back down upon her butt.

Blushing furiously she quickly pushed herself
up, and quickly patted her butt down, trying to ignore the guffaws issuing from
Severus.

Glaring at him, she glanced around to where they were and was surprised
to find them in the small park near her home.

�Why are we here?� she asked, trying to distract Severus.

Calming down he started to walk in the direction of her house, �You mean
why didn�t we just apparate into their backyard? Really
Madam Snape your ignorance continues to dazzle me.�

�Well if you stopped making fun of me and actually informed me of what was going on maybe I wouldn�t be so ignorant!�

He slowed his pace down so that she wouldn�t have to jog to keep up,
�Fine. Every student in Hogwarts whose parents are Muggles
have had protection placed upon their house, so that
it�s impossible to apparate into their homes. There
happy?�

�Yes, yes thank you darling. Now stop trying to kill me and try to act
as if you actually like me when we meet my parents alright?�

He suddenly stopped a mischievous look in his eyes. �You mean play act?�

Startled by his sudden stopping, Hermione found her self two paces ahead
of him, before actually stopping to look back [and up] to him.

�I- I suppose. �

He stepped forward, gently grabbing hold of her arm, and tucking it in
the crook of his elbow.

�I�m very well adapted to play acting actually. Don�t worry tonight I
shall be the fawning husband you so desire.�

Slightly bewildered, Hermione simply nodded.

Their pace seemed to slow to a lovers dawdle, and finally they reached
her parent�s front door.

Glancing down at her in vague amusement, Severus rang the doorbell, and
a few moments later the door flew open to reveal Hermione�s mother.

It was rather obvious where Hermione had inherited her rather bushy hair
from the moment you saw her mother.

Her eyes were blue though, and she had a rather somber look in them.
Severus could tell that they were usually merry in expression though. Although
the moment she had laid eyes on him, she seemed to have a look akin to fear in
her eyes.

Severus felt mildly discontented, what on earth could be scary about
him? He wasn�t glaring or scowling, and he had schooled his features to be pleasantly
bland.

The three stood there for a moment considering each other, before
Hermione�s mother invited them in. The two hung their cloaks up, before
following Mrs. Granger into the living room. �Hermione�s father slipped out of the kitchen
behind them, entering the living room after them.

Directed to sit beside Hermione on the lovers seat, Severus did so, not
wanting to cause anymore awkwardness than this meeting was meaning to warrant.
He tried to squash his vague suspicion that his appearance had set them on
edge. It was slightly irritating, especially since they were not his students,
he wasn�t actually meaning to be
intimidating but it seemed as if being intimidating had entered into his system
like some malignant tumor ready to appear at the most inconvenient of times.

Severus observed that Hermione had inherited her large front teeth from
her father, as well as the brown eyes. He was a rather thin weedy looking man,
with thinning dirty blond hair trimmed in a rather conservative cut. Thank
goodness he looked to be about forty nine. �

He also seemed to be the one most concerned about, judging by the glare
that he was currently shooting at Severus.

�Well,� Hermione�s mother began, �It�s nice of you to come
visiting on such short notice. I�m Wendy Granger by the way..
and you are?�

�Severus Snape.�

�Oh yes well, I suppose we should know that, since it did mention your
name in the Daily Prophet�� Wendy�s cheeks tinged a slight pink before she
bravely continued. �Anyway this is Hermione�s father, Wayne.�

Wayne gave a slight nod,
his glare never leaving his face.

Hermione gave her parents a weak smile, and Severus was rather amused at
her father�s attempt at a glare. He himself had worked much better glares in
his bathroom mirror, sometimes even slightly scaring himself at how effective
they were. But now was not the time to glare or scowl. Now was the time to
pretend that he actually was indeed a rather pleasant person now and then, and
that he would not hurt their precious little princess�. More than she deserved. Severus thought the last part, barely
concealing a smirk that threatened to spread across his face.

Severus was also trying not to be conscious of the fact that Hermione
had not yet let go of his arm, and was rather nervously holding it in a death
grip.

�Hello daddy,� Hermione said rather shyly. Wayne seemed to also notice Hermione�s death
grip of the dark wizard, and his control seemed to fray at this last bit of
evidence that his little princess was no longer a Granger.

�Why didn�t you tell us you were going to get married?� He burst out.

Hermione gave a startled jump and was about to reply, when Severus took
over for her, his temper starting to get risen, by Mr. Granger�s overly
fatherly tactics.

�As much as we would have liked you at the wedding, Mr. and Mrs.
Granger, we actually found ourselves in as much surprise as you are, to find
that we were to be married. The Headmaster rather sprang it upon us.� Came his semi truthful, semi calm reply.

�Why on earth would Professor Dumbledore force one of his staff to marry
our daughter?� the father continued, obviously not sensing the danger he was
in.

�Because of our rather illicit love affair, father,� Hermione butted in.

The look on her parent�s face was priceless, and Severus was in half a
mind to laugh, the ingenuity and the honesty of Hermione�s answer seemed to
dampen his anger at her foolish Muggle of a father.

�And so in order to try to save face, the Headmaster married us,� he
finished.

Interestingly enough her father seemed to deflate, much to Severus�
disappointment. He was expecting a rather vivid colour
display from the man, and he wanted to see if he could turn a rather dazzling
shade of puce.

Instead, the mother turned hard eyes upon her daughter, �Hermione, have
I not told you not to follow in my footsteps?�

Hermione lowered her eyes, �You never said don�t seduce the Professor
mother.�

�Yes, well I thought you would have gotten the point,� the mother looked
over at the rather confused Severus. �You see, Severus dear, the way I landed Wayne here, is when I was
seventeen, he was my personal instructor in dentistry, well�.� Here she gave a
rather mischievous smile, �he was so handsome, I just
had to have him. I�m afraid it might have put some rather silly romantic
notions in Hermione�s head.�

Severus cleared his throat and replied, �It�s quite alright. I don�t
mind in the least being seduced by your daughter, and I don�t see any adverse
effects from your seducement either.�

Wendy�s face flushed as her hand unconsciously sought for the reassuring
hand of her husbands, �Yes well��

Wayne was giving Severus
a more considering look now, and he didn�t seem as intent as killing him [which
Severus thought of as a plus, since he really did not want to commit murder in
self defence tonight.]

The tension in the room seemed to disappear at this revelation, and
Severus found to his shock that he was actually enjoying spending time with
Hermione�s parents.

They enjoyed a quiet dinner of roast lamb, and by the time 8 o�clock
rolled around, Severus was quite well situated in the Granger�s opinion.

He was sitting in the living room again with Mr. Granger, having a
rather interesting conversation about Muggle Dentistry, and was trying to
politely refuse being looked over.

Hermione and her mother were in the kitchen, �washing up� but he had a
vague suspicion that Mrs. Granger had wanted to get Hermione on her own all
night.

�

In a way it was reassuring hand washing dishes, Hermione mused, as she
rubbed the sponge against the dish. Her mother was drying and putting them
away, although she suspected that when she wasn�t around, her mother just left
the dishes in the other sink to dry on the rack.

�Hermione dear, I must say I am rather surprised by your choice of
husband, he seems old enough to be your father.�

�Please mum, he�s not that old.�

�Yes, but he is rather scary.�

Giggling Hermione blew some bubbles towards her mothers� direction.

�But he is! The way he dresses all in black, and the somewhat sour
expressions he lets to pass over his face!� Her mother defended, swatting her
daughter with the drying towel.

�Oh well, I suppose I must agree a tiny little bit of him being scarier
than hell, but really once you get past the rather pleasant demeanor,� at the word �pleasant� Hermione had waggled
her eyebrows suggestively, �he�s not so bad.�

The moment that comment left her mouth, Hermione was in momentary shock,
and was glad her mother hadn�t noticed, as she was currently drying off a mug.

Although she hadn�t yet come to terms to being Mrs. Severus Snape, she
was also unsure on how she felt about being
Mrs. Severus Snape, and living with him. Although he was just as rude to her as
usual, there seemed to be something more to him. Those stolen moments when he
had accidentally put his guard down and been somewhat nice to her, had left her
wondering on how he really was like. So in reality, she wasn�t actually lying
to her mother. She was just being�. playful? Hermione nibbled her lower lip
trying to figure out the correct term. Trying to distract herself from her
other thoughts.

Finishing the last dish [which happened to be the lamb roaster],
Hermione dried her hands, and looked out into the living room, amused at
Severus� more adamant replies of how he did not
need to see a dentist, and yes he knew what the colour
of his teeth were and how crooked they were.

�Don�t worry dad, you just need me to work on him,� Hermione cheekily
replied, giving her father a wink, before settling herself comfortably beside
Severus.

Her mother followed afterwards, and the four of them talked some more,
before Hermione gave a rather violent yawn, the day suddenly taxing in upon
her.

Sleepily she listened to the conversation, leaning in against her
husband, his deep baritone rumbling through his body.

Wendy was watching the couple content at the trust Hermione seemed to be
displaying in her husband, although she still wasn�t quite sure on whether or
not she liked him.

Hermione�s eyes sleepily closed, and the conversation seemed to still,
as Severus glanced down at his wife, cuddled up against him.

A rather peculiar expression seemed to cross his face, as he looked down
at her, and his heart seemed to give a rather painful throb seeing her so
trustingly cuddled up to him.� When was
the last time someone had shown such blind trust in him as she was now?

Wendy shot Wayne
a knowing glance, before breaking Severus� reverie. �Well, I suppose it�s time
for you to go to back.�

�Hmm, yes.� he replied, gently shaking Hermione back to
consciousness.� Grumpily, Hermione
stretched and yawned, before realizing that she had actually fallen asleep.

�Time to go home,� Severus told her, a mock stern look upon his face.

�Yessir.� she mumbled, and retrieving their
cloaks, they bid their adieu�s to her parents and left.

Watching them walk down the block, Hermione�s arm neatly tucked into
his, Wendy Granger breathed a sigh of relief.

�Her husband stood beside her,
gently rubbing the small of her back.

�Well that wasn�t so bad,� he murmured.

�Not so bad? He�s terrifying. What�s even more terrifying than his dark
black demeanor is the fact that he can actually do magic!�

Wayne smiled at his
wife, �But he does seem to like our daughter.�

Rubbing her forehead wearily, Wendy mumbled, �I suppose. But he�s going
to be one hell of a son-in-law.�

Chuckling, Wayne
gently guided his wife back inside. �But he tried. That should count.�

�For something,� came the tired response, and
the two went to bed, exhausted.

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They had reached the park, not a word being spoken between them.

Although some of that might be contributed to the content tiredness
Hermione was feeling, and the idea that Severus was being rather paranoid of
someone leaping out to attack them.

He didn�t even let her let go of his arm, while his other hand groped
about in his robes and he located the chalk duster.

The trip back to Hogwarts proved to be uneventful, and Hermione was glad
to be back inside the castle.

Due to the lateness of the hour, Severus walked Hermione back to her
dormitory, telling her that she ought to be moved down to his quarters by 8
a.m. tomorrow morning, unless she wanted one hundred points taken from
Gryffindor.

His threat somewhat roused her, and she looked at him in horror. �But I
like sleeping in on a Saturday!�

�Well then you can just spend the night with me,� he purred.

Pulling herself away from him, she stuck her tongue out and replied, �No
thanks. I�m spending at least one more night alone, in as much luxury as it can
afford.�

�Your loss,� he replied, eyeing her as she scrambled through the
portrait hole.

Once sure that she was inside, he took off down the hallway, with long
strides, his mood turned sour as he looked for any errant housebreakers.

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AN:� This chapter has proved to be shorter than my
other ones, but I�m not too concerned
about that. Since it is still a rather nice length,
and what I wanted to happen happened.

On a side note, Hermione�s and Severus� first encounter happened on
November 8, and therefore were rather illegally married on the Saturday of
November 9th, which leads us to realize their fake marriage of sorts was on Sunday
November 10th. Figured I�d let you in on the timeline, albeit a little late.
^^;

For reference for time and dates I went to
- 6
- 7
- 8
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