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The Morning After

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Chapter Eight �
Settling In

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: I
do not own Harry Potter. :B

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Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione walked
around it.� She was pretending to look
for her cat, but in reality she was trying to absorb that this would be the
last moment she would be there as a proper student.

Well, actually Hermione�s �taking in the Gryffindor Common
Room� expedition did not last longer than five seconds before she was assaulted
by angry, gob smacked, or rather shocked, Gryffindors.

�Why did you marry him?!�

�Were you bewitched?�

�Black mailed?�

�Don�t worry, Hermione, we�ll be able to kill him if you
want!�

After about a dozen more of these ludicrous comments and
trying to combat an entire room of angry Gryffindors,
with Harry and Ron--who had rightfully resumed their body guard
status--Hermione felt that she could take no more.

She quickly told Harry and Ron about her �moving out�
tomorrow morning. They seemed to accept that she really was going, with a glum
nod.

Getting even more irritated by the pressing crowd of Gryffindors, she shouted out, �Oh, sod off,� and quickly
made her escape route up to her dorms.�
She was grateful at hearing Harry and Ron protect her by blocking the
crowd at the bottom of her tower, although some of the girls were trying to
claim that they suddenly needed to go to bed.

Quickly changing into her pajamas,
Hermione climbed onto her bed.

�Dobby?�

A crack, and the house elf
appeared.

�Yesses, what is it, Missuss Snape?�

�Could you pack all my belongings and send them over to
Professor Snape�s room at 7:59 a.m. exactly,
tomorrow? But you can leave my dressing robe and slippers.�

�Of course, Dobby is pleased to help friend of Harry
Potter!!� Dobby replied exuberantly, and Hermione watched in some vague
amusement as Dobby clapped his hands and all of her items zoomed into her
trunk, ready to go.

What had taken the house elf a second would have most
likely taken her over an hour to do, and she was feeling rather grumpy and lazy
to do it.

�Thank you, Dobby.�

With a bow, the house elf dissapperated,
leaving Hermione to pull the curtains around her bed and pretend to be asleep,
in order to ignore Parvarti and Lavender�s enquiries.

She did not feel guilty for requesting Dobby�s
services, since he was a free elf and could refuse. Although
that would be highly unlikely...�

Hermione set her alarm for 7:50 in the morning.

No need to wake up too early.

Crookshanks purred and cuddled
up to Hermione, feeling Hermione�s hand lightly pet him into slumber.

�

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BEEP BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The bloody alarm went off, and Hermione, in all her early
morning good humour, hexed it to shut up.

Grumpy she turned over to get back to sleep, then groggily remembered something about Gryffindor tower
losing one hundred house points.� She
swung herself out of bed, her feet searching for her slippers.

After finding her robe, Hermione found that it was 7:55 and
that perhaps she should be a little more worried about getting there on time.
Apparently, Crookshanks had gone off to do hunting
during the night.

Not too worried about her cat, she left her dormitory,
walked out of the portrait hole and shuffled her way down towards the dungeons.
Thankfully, since it was Saturday, all the other students were still asleep.

The cold castle air seemed to rouse Hermione to alertness,
but it also made her grumpier.

She was looking forward to crawling back into bed and ignoring
the rest of the world for the next two to three hours, thank you very much.

Finally, she found herself in front of a familiar blank
stretch of wall and glanced about.

She didn�t know the password to get in, she realized.

Bugger.

Just when she was planning to find a way to get into his
chambers, the wall seemed to disappear.�
Figuring that Severus was letting her in, she walked in.� She ignored the scowling man standing to the
side of the doorway, and tiredly shuffled off to the bedroom.

Severus watched in mild disbelief as his young wife
pointedly ignored him, shuffled off to his bedroom wearing fluffy pink
slippers, wrapped in a glaringly red and gold dressing robe, and dragged
herself into bed, kicking off the slippers.

Within seconds she had fallen asleep.

Closing the door, Severus followed her and stared at the
sleeping girl.

Well, she did say she�s not a morning person, he
thought wryly.

Her trunk had arrived a few moments before she had
arrived.� Severus was slightly put out by
her actually being on time, but obviously not bothering to wake up.

Oh, well...just as well I hadn't actually dressed for
the day, Severus thought.� A wicked
smile spread across his face as he shrugged out of his dark green dressing
gown.

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Although he would not admit it, Severus had terribly
missed having Hermione in his bed.

Not admitting it meant that he would not have to think
about: a) how she had only been in his bed once, b) so why was he missing her
so badly then? and c) why was he being rather nice to
her?

Feeling her warm feminine body up against his was quite
pleasant as he peeled off her offending dressing gown, tossing it to the
ground. It seemed that Hermione was a rather deep sleeper, and Severus� mind
went into overdrive on what he could do to her in this state.

His hand wandered down her body until he found the hem of
her pajama bottoms.�
Slipping his hand down, his eyes rested intently upon her face, waiting
to see any change.

Smirking, he found that she didn�t wear panties to bed,
and he rested his hand against her soft thigh.

Relaxing, he fully lay down and gently drifted to sleep,
caressing her thigh.

It was around ten o�clock a.m. when Hermione started to
regain consciousness.� The bed was warm
and comfy, too comfy for her bed, and�. there was something warm in her bed.
Too big to be Crookshanks...and it had a hand on her
thigh, getting rather too close to a certain area...

Her eyes popped open. All that she could make out was the
colour blood red.

A quick intake of air and she shot up in bed, quickly
scanning her surroundings, trying to take it all in.

The hand on her thigh had not moved, causing the more
embarrassing scenario of her pajama bottoms to be
drug partway down.

The faint memory of morning came back to her, and she
blushed.

Snuggling back down into the covers--and trying to pull
her pajama bottoms up--Hermione vaguely wondered why
Severus had changed the bed covers.

Turning, she stared at the sleeping man beside her, realizing
that she had never seen him sleep.

He looked calm�and his hand was still on her thigh.

Prying his hand off proved to be much more difficult than
Hermione expected.

His hand seemed to clamp onto her leg and, frustrated, she
tried to pry his fingers off of her. Her face was all red, her hair was falling
half hazardly around her face and she was getting
really pissed.

What was he, some sort of clam monster?� Or a rather pernicious
barnacle?

Grumbling, she glanced over at the sleeping man and her
heart leapt into her throat as she saw two black mirth filled eyes looking up
at her.

Giving her thigh a squeeze, he removed his hand and
murmured, �You only needed to ask.�

�Hmmph.�
She started to sit up again to escape when he lazily threw an arm across her
body and pulled her towards him.

�You�re not getting away that easily,� he growled, a
predatory look in his eye.

�I�m not getting away, I�m making an escape!� Hermione
retorted.

Severus had skilfully manoeuvred Hermione to be straddled
atop of him, and he pressed his morning erection against her.

�Oh? Escaping? What from?� His eyes had a truly evil glint
in them now.

Deigning not to answer, Hermione simply glared at him.

�Pretending to be mute, are we? Hmmm maybe the nasty Severus
will have to figure out what darling Hermione is escaping from�� His left hand
moved up and he ran his finger along her jaw line.

Hermione continued glaring at him, trying not to respond
to his soft caress.

His hand moved down as he deftly started to undo her
buttons, revealing her pale flesh to his greedy eyes.

�Maybe she�s escaping from this?� He trained his eyes on
hers as he popped the last button and caressed her breast.

Her pupils were becoming dilated as he teased her nipples,
gently rubbing the fabric against them before letting the soft touch of his
hand rub against them.

�Or maybe� this?� his hand moved away
from her breasts and trailed down her side until he reached her waist.
Her breathing was starting to become labored, but
still she tried to glare at him.

Deftly, he moved her pajama
bottoms down off of her butt, to the crook of her thighs.�

Still she refused to break her glare.

Her defiance served to arouse him more as his fingers
probed her folds, which had the beginnings of her arousal.

His thumb lazily circled her clitoris and her breaths
shortened, her glare still desperately trying to hang in there as her eyes
became fully dilated.

�Or maybe it�s this?� His fingers were in her now,
thrusting at an even lazier pace.

Deeming her sufficiently wet, he removed his fingers and
laid his hand to rest upon her hip.

This was one of those moments where he mentally thanked
whatever God or Goddess it was that was looking out for him that had caused him
to sleep naked that night.

His erection was straining on the painful side as he moved
her up, her hot depths quivering over him.

Eyes never leaving hers, he slowly guided himself inside
of her.

Finally, when fully impaled, he just let her sit.

She glared at him.

But her glare is for
an entirely different reason, Severus thought smugly.

�Or was this what you were escaping from?� he purred,
giving a shallow thrust.

She tried in vain to keep her eyes trained on his,
nibbling her lower lip, trying not to make a sound.

His thrusts remained slow, almost lazy. One would almost
think that he had not been going crazy with thoughts of having her all
week.� Thoughts of her bare breasts
rubbing against his chest, her head thrown back in pleasure, caused him to
thrust a little harder, his hard black eyes staring into her soft brown ones.

Trailing his hand down her hip, Severus lazily brushed his
finger against her clitoris.

In vain she struggled, but with another stroke of his
finger she became undone as she lost herself to the pleasure, pushing back
against him, soft whimpers leaving her.

He won.

A smirk splayed across his features as he began to thrust
more forcefully into her, his fingers more forceful upon her, and with a small
whimper Hermione spasmed around him and rode her
orgasm out.

His thrusts continued, and then, taking her by surprise,
he flipped her over so that he was on top.

Smirking, he withdrew his still turgid penis and lazily
worked her pajama bottoms off of her legs.

Lust glazed eyes stared up at him, and he could tell that
she was trying to form a sentence.� He
quickly sent a glare down at her to tell her to shut up,
he knew what he was doing.

Finally rid of the offending pajama
bottoms, he eyed her young feminine form greedily.

It was one of those sad facts of his life that no woman
had ever desired him. Sure he had lost his virginity at eighteen, but that
didn�t necessarily mean that the woman had wanted him.� And even his wife wasn�t that keen on
him.� Severus shook his head. What the
bloody hell was he thinking about?

Trying to keep his thoughts on the more lustful side--and
trying not to kill his erection by being mopey--he
ran his hands across his young wife�s body, enjoying the expressions that
flitted across her face.

Lowering his face to her abdomen, he gently kissed her
belly button, then laid soft butterfly kisses all
along her pudgy belly. Actually, Severus rather liked
her pudgy belly.�
It meant that he didn�t have to worry about getting impaled by an errant
rib.

His mouth then hungrily kissed the insides of her lush
thighs, encouraged by her soft moans.

In an almost curious manner, he let his tongue flick out
and touch her over sensitized clit before teasing it
some more, causing Hermione to moan louder.

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to be wanted overcame
him.� Even if it was the shallow wanting
of lust driving Hermione�s answers, he wanted it.

Lifting his head, he focused his eyes upon hers
again.� The loss of his mouth caused her
to moan in disappointment.

He moved upwards, cupping her face with his hands before
slowly kissing her. His lips moved lazily against hers, and her soft moans
seemed to banish his other thoughts as they gave new life to his erection.

His erection lay against her thigh as her hands splayed
across his back, wanting him to enter her yet again.

Panting, he pulled away, his black eyes intense. His lips
then moved to her ear as he whispered, �Do you want me?�

How stupid could this man get? Hermione�s lust
addled brain thought as she moaned out, �Yes!! Yes!!�

�Tell me, then.��
His lips were brushing against her ear, caressing the lobe.

�S-Severus, I w-want you,� she groaned, squirming against
him.

�How much?�� His voice seemed to be caressing her entire
body as she shifted against him, trying to show how much she wanted--no, needed
him.

His hand was caressing her cheek, and he clearly was not
going to do anything until she had given him a verbal answer.

Jerk.

�Lots,� was all she could manage to say.

Satisfied--sort of--Severus moved back and gently teased
her wet opening with his penis.

Slowly pushing himself into her, Severus moaned.

Their pace was slow and languid.� Severus paced himself, trying to make
Hermione climax again before he lost complete control of his desires.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to
go deeper, and his thrusts became more forceful.

Hermione came with a gasping cry, her heels digging into
his back as she convulsed around him.

His thrusts became more intense as he released himself
inside of her.� Exhausted, he flopped
down on top of her, his mind not thinking about how he would most likely be
crushing her.

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His head was cradled in the crook of where her neck met
her shoulder, his entire body splayed across hers. Hermione tried to move, but
found that his weight was sufficient to keep her pinned down to the bed.

She badly wanted a shower, and maybe a pee. But the damn
man wouldn�t move off of her.

This called for drastic action.

�Prof...erm...Severus?�

An unintelligible sound came from him.

�I really, really, really need to pee, and if you don�t
want me to pee all over your mattress, you would be wise to move.�

That seemed to perk him up.� With a sigh, he rolled off her.

�Thanks,� she mumbled, quickly tumbling out of bed and
speeding off to the washroom.

Once she had cleaned up, Hermione decided to find out what
time it was.� When she did, she gave a
rather loud squeal.

Startled, Severus sat up and watched as she dashed about
the room, trying to find her trunk.

�What on earth are you doing?�

�It�s nearly noon! Ohmygosh, ohmygosh. Where�s my trunk?!�

�Over there, and why is noon such
a bad time of day?�

Looking over at him as if he were extremely stupid,
Hermione replied, �'Cause people will think we�ve been having sex all morning,
that�s why!�

She had opened her trunk and was riffling through it.

�Well that wouldn�t be too far from the truth� and we
could raise their suspicions by having sex all afternoon.� he replied
indifferently.

�Merlin, Severus, the rumors are
bad enough.� I swear,
I wouldn�t be surprised if we made the gossip column in Witch Weekly.�

�I still don�t see why you�re getting so aggravated about
it.�

�Oh, whatever, I�m going to the library.�� She was at the bedroom door before she spun
around, nibbling her lip pensively.

�What?�

�Oh, uhm, could you tell me the
password to get in here?�

A slow evil smile spread across his face, �Oh, I don�t
know��

�Severus! If I�m going to be living in your bloody
dungeons, at least allow me to come in when I want!�

�Manners, Madam Snape,� he replied coolly, getting out of
bed and stalking towards her.

She glared at him. �Well what is the password, sir?�

Leaning forwards, he whispered the password into her ear.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared at him trying
to see if he were lying.

Straightening himself up, he looked pretty smug as he
asked, �It�s pretty good isn�t it? No one would think that for me.�

�Uh.� Yeah...I�m going to eat lunch.�� Quickly, she left him.

He glowered at her retreating form before taking a shower
and getting ready for lunch.

�

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The Great Hall was filled with the usual amount of
lunchtime students as Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor table. She found a
relatively unoccupied place and started to dig into her lunch with gusto,
trying to ignore the curious stares directed towards her.

�Hey, Hermione!� Ginny called,
walking over to her.

Hermione nodded at her friend, her mouth full.

Sitting down beside her, Ginny pulled a plate of cold ham
towards herself. �So, how�s it like living in Snape's
Dungeons?�

�Oh, don�t let me start!� Hermione grumbled, sipping some
lemonade.

�Silly, I want to know.�

�It looks like something out of a Tim Burton movie�� At the
odd look Ginny was giving her, Hermione sighed and tried to explain. �Movies
are a muggle thing, they�re
like moving pictures with sound and with a plot. And no, the movie stays the
same no matter how many times you watch it. OK, and now about Tim Burton, he
has a distinct style of strangeness�well, in the summer I�ll show you, ok?�

Ginny was staring at her, amused.� �Really? You�d
invite me to Snape�s den? Sure he won�t kill me?�

Hermione frowned and slowly put down her glass. �Merlin! I never even thought about that. Oh gosh, if his
rooms at Hogwarts look like they do...his house could only be worse!� Hermione
pulled a face.

�Well, explain them to me!�

�They�re rather dark and depressing..
but there�s lots and lots and lots and lots of
books.�� Here, Hermione gave a dreamy
sigh.

�Hmm, let me guess the pervading colour scheme�is
it...black?�

�How did you guess?� Hermione asked in mock surprise.

�Oh, well, from what I know about him�I figured it would
be a wise choice.� Geez,
Hermione, I guess you�re going to do a lot of remodeling.�

Snorting out some of her lemonade, Hermione gave an
incredulous look at her friend. �Are you insane?� I would like to live, thank you very much!�

�Oh, come on!� Why
would he object over a little added...pink?�

�Like what, a pink couch?�

�Yeah!� I mean, I�m pretty sure you don�t want to
live in some kind of black pit of doom.�

�Well it�s not all black...he actually changed the bedsheets.�

�From black?� What colour are they now?�

Grimacing, Hermione replied, �Blood red.�

�Oh my gosh! Hermione! How on
earth do you live with him?�

�Ginny, I haven�t lived with him for one day! Maybe you
should be asking this after a week is up!�

�Alright, I will.�

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Hermione found that settling in proved to be a lot easier
than she expected.

She still had the curfew of nine p.m., and if she wasn�t
in his chambers by nine, there was little doubt that he would hunt her down and
deduct points from Gryffindor.

The gossip still remained high, but Hermione figured that
after a few more weeks it would be old news.

Her life was not that much different than before.� Well, other than the added sex.

It seemed that the only purpose of her life to him was to
be his sex toy.

Their conversation consisted of little to anything else
other than sex.

It was just sex, sex, sex!

Although she did not really mind the sex, it was just
rather�

To put it this way, Hermione wanted to know more about her
husband than the size of his penis.

And when they weren�t having sex, he seemed to simply
ignore her.

Hermione had a vague suspicion that there was supposed to
be a lot more to a relationship between husband and wife than sex, and was
frankly getting quite bored by the lack of communication happening.

The vicious whispers concerning her and Professor Snape
had died down when no noticeable change in his behavior
towards her--or anybody else--had occurred. In fact, he was just as nasty, if
not nastier.

In fact, today he had assigned a ten foot essay on how to
deal with Dementors.

Of course Hermione, being the person she is, had already
got about twenty feet done, and was just finishing up her last sentence when
she looked at her watch.

Crap!� 8:58 p.m.!

�Harry! Ron!�� Her friends
looked up across from the library table at which they had been quietly working
for the past four hours. �It�s time to go.�

Hermione quickly blew on her parchment before carefully
rolling it up and stuffing it into her bag. �Later.�

Her friends did likewise and they parted ways at the
library entrance, going towards their different dormitories.

Hermione mentally called her new place to live the
�Dungeon Dormitory�.

She quickened her steps as she felt the time go onto nine
p.m. How could she have lost track of time?

Well, he better bloody well enjoy the essay she wrote
him.� She still wasn�t sure if she had
gotten everything.

A soft breeze let her know that he was behind her,
following her.

Her pace quickened as she turned and entered the hallway
that held the Dungeon Dormitory entrance.

Ignoring Severus was usually on her agenda.� She figured that if he ignored her, she was
well within her rights to ignore him. Instead, tried to think
of him as a minor inconvenience that had simply sprung up in her life.

In fact, she tried to spend as much time as she could away
from the Dungeon Dormitory, since it usually led her to not doing her homework
and getting fucked senseless instead.

Which would not reflect well on her
grades.

She paused at the doorway, murmured the password, and
quickly entered the room.

Dumping her bag on the floor, she flopped on the black
threadbare couch that faced the fireplace.

Glancing at her watch, she winced. 9:05 pm.

They had set up a system: for each minute that she was
late, a point would be taken off. So tonight it was five points. Which wasn�t
so bad..

�You�re late.�

�Hmm, didn�t think you would notice.� she lazily looked up
at him.

�Hmph.
You are still bound by curfew no matter who you marry here, I�m afraid.�

�Even if I killed you and married Professor Dumbledore?�

�Not even if you killed me and married Professor
Dumbledore.�

�Oh, drat.�

�I have hall duty tonight.�

Hermione schooled her features. She enjoyed when he was on
hall duty.� It meant that she could raid
his bookshelves without him glowering at her, or worrying about him suddenly
jumping on her for sex.

Actually, she was rather curious on how he was so talented
in sex.

Maybe later on, when she felt a bit more comfortable
around him, she would ask.

Although�there was the downside to his
hall duties.� No,
best not to think about that now.

He gazed at her for a moment, before leaving.

Waiting for a span of five minutes, Hermione suddenly
jumped up and ran over to his bookshelves.

Actually, she had never formally got permission to use his
books, but she figured that the whole �what�s his is mine� aspect of being
married figured here.

Maybe she could find something that could solve that annoying
riddle of what she was missing in her essay.

Stretched out on the floor, Hermione continued her
homework as the clock ticked on.

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It was 1 a.m. when Severus returned to his dungeons, ready
for a good sleep.

Upon entering his rooms, he was amused by the prostrate
form of his wife asleep on the floor, her head propped up against a book.

One
of my books.

Slowly, he made his way over to her and glanced at what
she had been working on.

Circe! It was what he had assigned her,
he scowled as he saw the length of it.

Hmmm, maybe he didn�t have to mark it..
a plan formulated in his mind and he smirked.� Lovely.

With a wave of his wand, everything was put in place and
his wife was still curled up in front of the fire, her head now resting against
the ground.

He wouldn�t have been surprised if she slept through a
herd of elephants rampaging through her bedroom.

Bending down, he scooped her up and carried her to the
bedroom, laying her on the bed.

With a wave of his wand, she was dressed in her rather
embarrassing bright pink flannel pajama�s
with a white bunny rabbit design, and with a shift from Severus, was under the
covers unaware of all that had taken place.

Usually after hall duty, Severus would unceremoniously wake
her up, have his way with her and then go to bed.

But tonight, he was too tired and didn�t feel like waking
up his wife.

Actually she looked rather cute, her face calm with sleep,
her hair super bushy at odd angles around her face.

Changing into his black silk pajama�s, he crawled into bed beside her and spooned
into her.

Sleep came upon him and he did not wake until morning,
with a raging erection and a rather sleepy Hermione.

�

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AN: Blerrgh this chapter is more of a filler
I suppose. [boo hoo] But I
noticed that the last two chapters of my story was sorely lacking in smut! How
terrible! I was actually writing plot! So I figured I�d do a bit of
rectification in this chapter and add some smut. And I have gotten a beta
reader! So this means that chapters are going to take slightly longer before
posting, and will most likely make more sense. [oh noes] So say hooray for Caryn!

And yes I know that Severus� sheets were described earlier
as green with silver � but Ginny didn�t know that so her comment �From Black?�
makes sense in the context that it�s given! =) So don�t worry I am aware of
that discrepancy, but if there are any others do not be shy to inform me!
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