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The Morning After

Chapter
Nine � A Plan of Revenge is Hatched

Author: Queen Celestia

Disclaimer:
Boogaly boogaly.
[ I figure you guys get it by now. ;D]

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Hermione�s
hands fluttered to her belly as she gazed around the dungeon.� Her children were there, playing or studying.
They all looked like mini Severus� in different stages of growing up. In fact
they were all named after him�the girls also.

Together
they had about twelve children, with two more on the way.

A sound
to her right caused her to glance over to that direction.� Her husband was walking towards her, that
predatory look gleaming in his eyes. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed
him. He kissed her back hungrily, but she pulled away and made a gesture
to the children.

He
glared at them and muttered, �You should have aborted them like I told you to.�

A cold
clamp clutched at her heart and Hermione awoke in a cold sweat, her eyes wide,
gasping for air.

Wild
eyed, she looked about the bedroom feeling terrified. Oh gods, I have
children.� She clutched her abdomen
reflexively and�was relieved to find that her tummy was not swollen.

Her
breathing calmed down.� She looked over
to the sleeping man beside her.

That
was when the thought struck her.

The
only contraception that she remembered taking was on the morning after.
They�d had oodles of sex after that with no contraception! Oh gods, oh gods,
she would most likely be pregnant by now!

That
dream could have been foretelling her future.

Sitting
up, panic stricken, she roughly shook Severus awake, her worried face and wide
eyes alerting him that something was wrong. Fear clenched at his heart.

�What
is it?� he trained his black eyes upon hers, trying to pry the answer out of
her without words.

�I
think I�m pregnant.�

It
took a few moments for him to process her comment before he snorted.� �I think not.�

Frowning,
she replied, �I just had a nightmare about it! And I haven�t had a
contraceptive since the morning after! And the way you�ve been fucking me, it
wouldn�t be surprising if it was going to be the start of our fourteen children
unwanted by you!�

Surely
this woman is insane, Severus thought.�
He sat up and roughly turned her face towards his. Hermione�s belly flip
flopped at the cold hard look in his eyes.

�Do you
really think that low of me?� he growled. Her horrified expression answered
him.

He
scowled. �The contraceptive potion I gave you lasts twenty eight days, upon
which I will give you another one�since you find it so revolting to be laden
with child�� His eyes glittered, hard as stone. �Anyway, you wouldn�t want one
of my brats running around when you go off to your Muggle life, would you?�

Flushing horribly, Hermione turned away, unable to focus on
Severus� hard look.

He
pulled away from her, glancing over to see what time it was. Four in the
morning.

�Now, I
suggest you get back to sleep,� he murmured, and lay down himself, content on
relaxing for awhile.

�No,
I�ll just get up. Doubt I could sleep anyways,� Hermione mumbled. Gods, he
could make her feel like such an idiot!

The
bed dipped as she got out of the bed and shuffled her way to the living room,
rubbing at her tired eyes.

Plopping
herself down on the uncomfortable couch, Hermione stared at the empty hearth
before closing her eyes to fall asleep.

Severus
was furious. What right did this woman have to tell him whether or not he
wanted children, basing his character upon some stupid nightmare?

He
tossed, trying to calm down.

No, it
was no good. He had inherited his fathers temper. Best get out of bed and do
something, before he did something he might regret.

Like
beating the shit out of his idiot wife�

Setting
his bare feet upon the cold stone floor, he went to the washroom and cleaned himself
up, scrubbing furiously at his face, before carefully shaving.

Jumping
into the shower, he let the cold water run over his body and scrubbed
thoroughly. Running some of the school supplied shampoo through his hair,
Severus felt himself calm down. He had promised to himself that he would not be
like his father when�or if�he got married.

Well,
this little chit was pushing him.

Life
with Tobias Snape had taught Severus many things.

Things
such as how to beat a witch into submission.�
Things such as when the child bothers you, lock him in a closet for
twelve hours.� Or things such as, when
laid off, get rip roaring drunk and beat both child and wife.

Severus
had spent his childhood watching a once-formidable pure blood witch become a
broken, shallow shell, afraid to love her only son, and who soon grew to
despise the child that caused her to be stuck living with the violent Muggle.

In
Severus� opinion, he had inherited all the worst aspects of his parents
appearance�the pallid face from his mother, the greasy hair and hooked nose
from his father�as well as the inability to understand what on earth real love
would be like.

When he
had gotten the letter to Hogwarts, Severus had thought that his life was
looking up.

But no,
nothing had changed.

Due to
constant beatings, Severus was a rather twitchy youth, and due to the constant
neglect, he had escaped the only way he could.

Knowledge.

Because
his hatred for his father was so pure, Severus had found that normal magic did
not cut it when he fantasized about ripping his fathers head off.

It was
quite by accident that Severus had gotten into the Dark Arts at all.

His
mother had taken him to Diagon Alley.� Never having enough money to buy new books or
items, they were in a dusty old second hand shop.

Severus�
attention was caught by a dirty little black book. It had no title, and when
Severus opened it, he had become fascinated.

The
spells in there were amazing.� Spells to
kill, spells to cure, spells to bind and spells with some effects that would put
the person in such pain that they would beg to do anything for release.

It was
instant love.

He was
a child who had learned not to ask for anything.� When he did ask, his mother was too much in
shock to refuse.

The
book was cheap.� His mother most likely
supposed that it was some sort of diary.

It was
on that day seven year old Severus was introduced to the Dark Arts.

He had
never been the same again.

Three
months after his acquisition of the book, he had learned all of the spells.

By the age
of ten he had acquired more Dark Art books, learning them voraciously, while
also creating a few spells of his own.

After
creating a particularly hard spell, he had surreptitiously stolen his mother�s
wand in celebration, to try out his current favorite spell on his father.

Friday
evening, his father was in his rip roaring drunk stage, standing in the living
room calling Eileen to �come down the fucking stairs so that she could do her
fucking wifely duty you fucking ice bitch!�

The
child had hidden in the staircase as he watched his mother brokenly descend the
steps, not a word said against the father.

He
watched as his father drunkenly leered at his mother, before hitting her on the
face and roughly ripping her blouse off.

Severus
had seen this all before, and always the result had been his father passed out
drunk with his mother silently crying curled up on the floor, her clothing
ripped, her body used and bruised.

That
wasn�t going to happen that night.

After
the first hit, Severus had trained his mother�s wand upon his father and
murmured the spell.

His
father had staggered, clutching his heart, eyes wide as he stared at Eileen as
if she had betrayed him, before glancing towards the stairs and seeing his son
standing there.

That
night, Severus killed his father by use of a spell to make it look like a heart
attack had happened.

The
spell he had used was untraceable, and the lifestyle his father led meant that
a heart attack was no surprise in the Muggle world. No one had ever looked any
further than the surface.

But
Eileen knew.

She
feared her son, like she had feared her husband. She knew that he had that
darkness.

She
barely spoke to him and let him do whatever he wanted.

Severus
was looking forward to coming to Hogwarts, and was pleased to be sorted into Slytherin. The common room had reflected his mood, and the
other students in his house seemed to understand the whole idea of privacy.

What he
didn�t know, until too late, was that his life of hell would only be getting
worse.

He had
few friends�the only person who really seemed to take an interest in him was Lucius Malfoy. But Lucius could never be considered a �true friend�. He was a
man always concocting schemes to benefit himself.� Lucius had already
noticed the darkness in the boy, as well as the genius.

Early
on in the year, in a double potions class with Gryffindor, Severus had been
studiously brewing the potion that had been assigned.

He had
reservations about Gryffindors, although he did find
Miss Evans rather attractive. He had been merely giving her a passing
glance.� James Potter had noticed it.

That
passing glance had caused Severus to become their target for all seven years of
his schooling.

Hatred
seemed to be etched in Severus� heart. It did not help knowing that he could
have bested each and every single one of them in a fair combat.

No,
they had always ganged up upon him.

Growling,
Severus turned the water off, wrapped a towel around his waist and exited,
dripping, from the shower.

He
paced into the living room and saw his wife curled up on the couch. His temper
had died down so that he would not hit her.

Although
he would take out how pissed he was at her in another way.

Humiliation.

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Slowly
chewing on his bacon, Severus temporarily closed his eyes, lost in thought.

Today
Madam Snapes life was going to be total hell� if he
could get his way. His brows furrowed as he contemplated his ideas. Well there
was that thing concerning her twenty foot assignment. But that wouldn�t be
enough. Gods, he was pissed at her!

His
black eyes flicked over her, eating her breakfast, apparently unaffected by
this morning�s event.

On the
most part, he would be cold to her. But in his class�

His
brow furrowed some more as he added some more catsup onto his bacon and mixed
some scrambled eggs into the mess.

It made him irate that she could bother
him in such a way, but he put it down for his strange sexual desire for the
girl.

Hmmm. Desire.

His dark eyes glinted.

Aha. Of course. Imagined Implantation! Severus smirked, as the thought came to him.

�Imagined Implantation� was one of those
obscure fields of legilimency that very few wizards
knew of, let alone studied.

Of course, in his extensive research in
both fields of occlumency and legilimency,
Severus had stumbled upon it and had become fascinated.� Basically, it was inserting thoughts into someones head. It could be true thoughts that had occurred,
or it could be something that the perpetrator had just invented. What had
caught Severus� attention was that the person whose mind received the �imagined
implantation� could actually feel what was happening to them, if the
perpetrator said the correct spell to go along with the �imagining�.

So, let�s say if the perpetrator had
imagined the recipient in the North Pole, the recipient would feel the dire
cold of the North Pole, if only the perpetrator uttered a single word.

Contrecto.

He would get her in class, let her get a
sense of safety, then attack.

Smirking, Severus began working on a
scenario.

Things would be interesting today, indeed.

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Severus
had been cold to her all day, and Hermione was particularly dreading being in
his class today.

She
shuffled into her usual seat, trying not to look at him.

His
dark eyes descended upon her, and when he spoke to the class, her eyes were
automatically drawn towards him.

Black
eyes focused upon hers for a moment, and the spell was silently cast.

A
strange feeling overcame Hermione as she sat listening and taking notes.

It was
almost as if something had taken over her body. It started subtly at first...a
soft caress of her breasts...vague images seemed to be entering her mind at a
lazy pace.

Hermione�s
eyes heated up. It was as if someone had taken over her mind and body. Lips
were running against her neck.� Kissing,
sucking, biting.

Suddenly
it stopped, Hermione emitting a small gasp as the feeling of normalness and
space returned to her.

Her
face flushed and she quickly glanced about the classroom. No one seemed to have
noticed that anything odd had happened. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat,
feeling aroused. What on earth had just happened to her?

Snape
was still droning on about something mundane, and Hermione focused trying to discover
what the topic was. His voice seemed to drone on around her, weaving a web of
seduction.

Would
you like me to fuck you witch?

Hermione
gave a startled little jump in her seat. She stared at the wizard, who was
still calmly lecturing his class. What?�
It was as if his voice had been right by her ear.. but also in her head.
But she could have sworn she had felt his breath against her ear!

Her
eyes narrowed. Was he toying with her? But how could he be, when he was
so studiously ignoring her?

Hands were
once again upon her breasts, gently caressing them.� Hermione let out a soft moan and reddened.
She was in class!� She looked down
and...nothing was there.

Worried
about he classmates noticing her, which would be super embarrassing, she cast a
silencing charm around her � where sound from her could not get out, but she
would still hear what was going on around her- and an imperturbable charm.

Relaxing,
Hermione focused her hot gaze upon her Professor. Ha. Let�s see him get around
that.

Severus�
eyes narrowed as he noticed Hermione cast the spells. Hmmm. Smart witch. Not
that he�d ever tell her that...

He
stalked through the rows, feeding the images into Hermione�s� mind, watching her become a puddle of
bliss.� Actually, he was getting turned
on by watching her.

Scowling,
he refocused on the subject matter.

Hermione
moaned as she felt herself being fucked. It was weird, wearing all of her
clothes but getting fucked and turned on and aroused�and no one noticing.

But she
was getting frustrated.� Her heated eyes
flashed as she glared at Severus. It was as if he knew that she was
about to come.

Each
time she was closing into that blissful Nirvana, everything stopped.

Hermione
just sat there panting, trying to regain her bearings and senses, and when her
body had sufficiently cooled down it started up again. In one of her �cooling
down� moments, she glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go. Thank Merlin!

Five
minutes to, he asked for the assignments to be handed in. Hermione tried to
keep her walk as normal as possible, since it was rather hard to walk while
having an....erm, for lack of a better term,
invisible dick, rhythmically pistoning inside of you.
She silently handed him her homework, and turned to go back to her seat.

His
eyes pointedly narrowed at the rather large scroll Hermione handed in, and
before she sat down, his silky drawl had descended.

�Madam
Snape, exactly how long is your essay?�

She
turned around and replied. Well you could tell she had replied but no sound had
come out.

His
eyebrow quirked. �Madam Snape you seem to be unable to utter a sound.�

Blushing,
she took the silencing charm off of her and replied, �T-twenty-three feet,
sir.�

His
nostrils flared.� He asked in a low
voice, �How long did I assign this essay to be, Madam Snape?�

�Ten
feet, sir.�

�Ah. If
I assigned a ten foot assignment, what would give you the idea that I would
want to read a twenty-three foot assignment?� Here his eyes narrowed. �Unlike
you, Madam Snape, I have better things to do than waste my precious time reading
the encyclopedic answers that you seem so fond of. Twenty points from
Gryffindor for being insufferably boring, and another five for doing extra
research. I expect you to rewrite your essay to the required ten feet. No magic
will be allowed to shrink your parchment to the required size.� If you do, I shall know. I will expect the
new essay to be turned into my desk right after class tomorrow. If not, it will
be detention.�

Hermione�s
face had turned even redder, if that was possible. It was even worse that he
was her husband now.

�Yes,
sir.� She took the proffered scroll and glared at him, trying to keep from
yelling at him. She tried not to stomp back to her seat, but� Alas her husband
had caught a whiff of her temper.

�Oh and
Madam Snape, stay after class. I need to discuss something with you.�

The Slytherins tittered.

Sitting
down in her seat, she sullenly replied, �Yes, sir.�

She sat
there watching the students stream out of the classroom around her, Harry and Ron
casting her sympathetic glances.

When
the students had left and the door closed, Severus looked at her speculatively.

�You
seem distracted.� He purred at her.

In
reaction, she stood up, strode towards him and kissed him forcefully upon the
mouth. Quite taken aback by this reaction, he kissed her back with equal
fervor, since watching her writhe about in class had equally turned him on.

She squashed her body against his, moaning
as his tongue invaded her mouth, his hands resting upon her hips.

Pulling away from him for air, she
growled, �I hate you!� before kissing him again, even more passionately. He
manoeuvred her around and brushed all the clutter off his desk before laying
her down, his tongue battling against hers.

Panting, he pulled away and mumbled a
silencing spell before divesting Hermione of her knickers. Hermione, just as
eager, tugged at his robes, cursed his buttons and finally freed the Professors
cock.� She leaned forward and kissed it,
ardently licking the tip. Roughly, his hands grabbed her by the hair and pulled
her head back.

�No,� he hissed, before roughly spreading
her out on his desk before him, and with much force plunged his cock inside of
her well lubricated pussy.

Hermione moaned and writhed as he
forcefully took her body, his mouth still savagely attacking hers. Merlin, he
felt so wonderful, and she wrapped her legs around him, trying to bring him in
closer.� She could feel herself coming
closer to the edge, her moans becoming screams, and.. then he withdrew.

Angry lust hazed eyes gazed up at him.

His lust glazed eyes glittered evilly, a
smirk playing about his face.

�Blow me, witch.�

Eyes still blazing, she leaned forward and
licked his dick, covered in her juices. Her mouth nimbly went over his balls,
sucking and gently nipping them. His moans spurned her on, and she slowly drew
the Potions Master penis into her mouth, sucking on him, her tongue pushing up
against it.

His hands rested in her hair as he began
to fuck her mouth, losing himself in the sensation of her wet cavity.

She relaxed her throat, trying to take all
of him in, and with a final thrust he exploded into her mouth, pulling his cock
slowly out, his seed pouring out of her mouth.

His dark eyes rested upon her flushed
face, on the cum dribbling out of her mouth.�
He took a deep breath.

Her eyes widened in distress as he tucked
himself away and pulled his pants back up.

�Go clean yourself up, witch,� he said,
his voice slightly hoarse.

�WHAT?!�

He smirked. �You expect me to let you
orgasm after what you said to me this morning? Hmph.
If you want to orgasm, go finger yourself.�

And with that, he left a decidedly irate
Hermione in the DADA classroom, glaring at his back.

When she entered the Great Hall for
dinner, Severus saw with satisfaction that she had cleaned herself up, and then
scowled as she seated herself next to Ginny, her back directed towards him.

He noticed her talking to Ginny and
frowned.

Hmm. At least he had put the witch in her
place. Feigning indifference, he returned to his meal.

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Hermione
was sprawled across Ginny�s bed. It was after dinner, and Ginny was ready for
all the dirt Hermione was ready to dish up.

Ginny
was straight to the point. �So what�s it like being Mrs. Severus Snape�or as
everybody seems to be calling you�Madam Snape?� When she had said �Madam
Snape�, her voice dropped an octave as she tried to mimic Severus� tones. She
was close, but her voice was too feminine to ever be able to truly mimic him.

�Exhausting
and frustrating! � was Hermione�s growled reply.

Ginny
smirked. �Why?�

Groaning,
Hermione mumbled, �I feel like a giant sex toy. That�s all that we do. It�s
terrible! And today! After class, he fucked me on his desk! And after he came,
he just left me there! Circe, I wanted to hex him!�

Ginny
gaped at her friend. �So he didn�t let you cum?�

�NO!� she spat vehemently.

Ginny
looked at her friend thoughtfully.� �Is
that all?�

�Argh!� Here Hermione sat up, her eyes blazing. �You have no
idea how insufferable this man is! I thought married people were supposed to
talk! And know about each other. Not just�have sex!�

�Yeah,
especially what he did to you in class today�he really does seem to enjoy being
a bastard.�

Hermione
just sighed. �I�ve wanted to get revenge on him for being such a bastard,
but it seems there is nothing I can think of that would affect him greatly.�

�Hmm�We
have to think about this logically.�

�It
sounds weird, you saying that. It�s usually me who�s stuck being the logical
one.�

Ginny
smirked. �Trust me, I know all about revenge, due to my over blessing of
brothers�and what you�ve just told me about him has given me the perfect idea
of revenge.�

Hermione
sat up, interest clear in her eyes.

Ginny
leaned forward and told Hermione her idea.

Instant
agreement sprung up in Hermione as a wide, evil smirk spread across her face.

�Ginny,
you�re a genius!�

�Why,
thank you, Hermione.�

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Hermione
found herself in the library, looking through all the books she could that
might contain what she needed.

It was
a week after her discussion with Ginny that she had found it. It was in a
rather decrepit, dark pink book called Desperate Witches, and what she
found was a potion that satisfied Ginny�s idea of revenge.

Well
it shouldn�t be too hard, Hermione thought, her eyes scanning the list.

It
takes a day to brew, and the antidote takes a month to brew. Hopefully Severus
won�t have it� Hermione smirked. Most likely he won�t.

Fortunately,
most of the ingredients for the potion she already had.� She needn�t have to raid her husband�s
stores, which would immediately alert him to what kind of potion it was.

No,
Hermione had to be very sneaky in how she did this.

And she
was going to be very sneaky, indeed.

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AN: Thanks for all of the
reviews!! ^o^ I guess in this chapter we realize that Severus does have
a temper. And it was random delvation into Severus�
past. Hope you guys don�t mind! It just kind of popped up. O.o;

I was
checking the age difference and since Lucius is about
four years older than Severus I figured what level he would be in! I�m so smart
neh? Of course I went to the Harry Potter lexicon.

Oh and
don�t be too harsh on Hermione. We must remember we now know more about Severus
than she does! She�s only reacting as she sees fit. Hehehe.

Caryn my beta reader told me that the missing element in this chapter was sex
so I � put sex in. *siiigh* The life of a smut writer
is so hard. Just kidding. I�m quite pleased with the results, and you should
thank my beta reader for implanting the idea into my mind. Hehehe.

@
Killer Kadoogan

Oh and
yes this is my first Severus/Hermione story. And basically my first serious
smut fest, hence me only meaning it to be a one shot. Actually this story could
be considered my first lemon. But that would be a lie since I attempted one �.
six years ago, but failed miserably so I figured I�d steer away until I was a
better writer.

I�ll
try to write more to keep your house in disarray. =)

**Caryn the Beta Reader says**� Ooooh, Snape's idea backfired on him!� He didn't expect to get turned on himself,
did he?� ::evil laugh::� Serves you right, you snarky
bastard!� Queen_Celestia
did a great job altering this chapter to satiate my dirty mind, so don't forget
to review!
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