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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The night of the Yule ball came upon us rather quickly, my first year as a professor was proving to be at times both rewarding and frustrating.
That aside, since our impromptu romp in the classroom, Severus had been grabbing me at different intervals throughout the day; first the Potions store room and then following that the same day barely making it out of the store room before being taken down to the Potions room floor. My hormones raging, any time I get a whiff of Severus, I just can’t keep my hands from him, I’ve already torn two of his shirts and lost him a row of buttons.
Not only that, but the Room of Requirements had become our own private playground, the two of us seeing what outrageous theme that the other can come up with. To date my favorite was Severus’ muggle circus idea. He took his idea that if I’d been a Hogwarts student, I’d been a Gryffindor, so he took the Lion Tamer to a whole new level.
I think a steady relationship has relaxed him some. Obviously, not completely, but enough that he is showing his enjoyment with me.
*****
Morwyn’s pregnancy has provided ample opportunity, as well as loss of my integrity as the ‘Greasy Bat of the Dungeons’. I’d yet to make a first year cry this week, and at the rate that I am going with my pregnant witch pouncing on me, I’ll be comatose by Christmas.
On the eve of the Yule Ball, I call a house elf to my offices to bring Morwyn to me, as I’d a present to bestow upon her, that which will both please her and myself. And before she arrives, I summon the package that I hope she sees as the gift that it is.
*****
I arrive to Severus’ classroom, taking the winding stairs up to the door of his office and knock lightly and enter when prompted. I see him leaning against the desk behind him, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. I’ve never seen him more relaxed, and never as sexy as he is now. He reaches his an arm out, palm up and gestures me to him. He repositions his legs, making a space between his thighs for me to fit, I come to him as if pulled by an invisible force. His warm palms settle gently on either side of my face, cradling as he gazes, seeing something only he can see. He smirks and leans into kiss me, slotting his mouth over mine and pulling from me every breath I’ve held for him today. Before I can settle completely into his arms, he pulls back, pressing a light kiss to my lips and gently nudging me at arms length.
“I have something for you Morwyn.”
I look down bewildered as he turns back to me after having twisted away from my briefly, and in his hands he is holding a beautiful yet simply wrapped parcel. I flick my eyes up to his, taking the soft package into my hands and turning it this way and that, trying to figure out what is inside. I hear him sigh, “Morwyn, it will not tell you what is inside if you turn it enough times. You have to unwrap it.” My lip plump from my teeth, I can’t help but bite down, a smile forming on my mouth, excitement coursing through me as it has been so long since I’d received a real gift of my own, a gift without reciprocation expected. I wanted to savor the moment, but I tore into it with childlike glee, ignoring Severus’ huff of amusement.
And what beheld, had me catching my breath, nothing like I’d seen, not even when I’d been in my family, wealthy beyond any means. The fabric glistened in the candlelight as I pulled it from it’s wrappings, beautiful dressing robes, a gown to wear to the ball tomorrow evening. Some part of me wanted to stand firm that I could buy my own gown, but Severus was to be my husband and receiving a gift from one’s own husband is more than fine. I couldn’t contain my girlish squeal, which I knew must have grated on his nerves, but I couldn’t stop it and I launched myself at him, clutching the gown to my chest. “Oh Severus! I love them! Thank you!”
*****
Her gratitude shone as she’d placed her package lovingly down behind me as she’d pulled me from the desk and pushed me down on the large divan under the window, which beamed the bright illumination of the moon, tearing at the buttons of my trousers and pushing her own robes up over her thighs, bunching them around her hips as she sank down over me, and began to ride me. It was with this passion that I was swept away, a loud buzzing in my ears drowning everything out as I surrendered myself to my little ferocious witch.
***)!!!(***
“Luna! We have to get to his office, we have only moments till his office locks itself from students, he won’t take anyone after hours and tomorrow is the Yule Ball.!” I yanked on Luna’s wrist, pulling her swiftly behind me. I can’t believe that I am so behind, letting myself get caught up in Malfoy’s taunting yet again, and missing my appointment with Professor Snape, and also having to bring Luna along, which I regret horribly now. Being Head Girl is not everything that I thought that it would be, although being wonderful all in it’s own, sharing quarters with Draco Malfoy was a whole other thing, and with him being Head Boy, I am now have to worry about attending the Yule Ball with the snot nosed little ferret.
Luna’s distant voice filled my ears, causing my teeth to grit unfortunately. “I don’t see why we need to rush Hermione. You don’t really need any extra credit… plus I don’t think he’ll give it to you if you barge in asking for it. I think I need to stay outside here.”
Her yielding in front of his classroom door aggravated me, but I pushed on, leaving her standing there, staring out the windows, mumbling nonsense about my head being full of nargles. I saw the light filtering out under the crack of his office door, but no sound, so I knew he must be in there grading papers, I briefly glance down to my digital watch I’d charmed to work in the Wizarding World and saw that I had three minutes left till his office hours ended. I took a deep breath before knocking once pausing for five seconds and opening the door. Mouth open to address the Professor and stopping short.
*****
The buzzing in my ears should have been all the prompting I’d need to alert me to the fact that my privacy had been breached. But it was the gasp turned yelp alerted me to an intruder. I yanked Morwyn down and turned over, shielding her as I covered myself with my robes.
“Miss Granger!!!” I bark, annoyed and slightly mortified, which I know meant that Morwyn must be horrified. In any situation, Hermione Granger’s appalled face would have been amusing, but my fear of Morwyn curling in on- I turn sharply, feeling her shaking behind me, worry that she was about to break down, only to find her laughing. What I thought would be tears of embarrassment, was actually tears of supreme mirth. My face drops and I feel a deep scowl settle over my features, narrowing my eyes at her, which only resulted in MOrwyn’s hand leaving her mouth as her laugh busted out of her, she threw herself back on the cushions and howled. Worst of all, I heard as Miss Granger began to snicker. “Ah. Yes.” I nod, trying to scoot away from Morwyn, but she flung herself forward and onto my back, unable to get words out as she continued to laugh. “Yes. Please, by all means Morwyn, continue to be inappropriate. Do you not see my facial expression?! DO we not highly differ from each other?!”
She chuckled, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, but my Severus, you’re so sexy when you’re angry!” I don’t hold back my growl.
***)!!!(***
I was sure that Professor Snape was going to lash out at Professor Blanchett as he pulled away from her and leapt from the sette his back to me as I assume he must be readjusting himself as he covers himself up. “Miss Granger! Explain yourself, office hours ended an hour ago! Leave at once.”
I blanch. “But no Sir, I-”
“YES!” I jump in my spot, pulling back with my back pressed against the door. I hear Professor Blanchett clear her throat, coming forward, presentable now, “Severus, please… hear her out.”
“Know. Your. Place Miss Blanchett.” But Professor clearly had nerves of steel as she stared him down and muttered his name, the inflexion in her voice changing, taking on a warning tone. “You did not post your Holiday hours on your door Severus. I will leave you to help Miss Granger.” She cut her eyes to me, sending me a wink. “Goodnight.”
And then I was left alone with a very disgruntled Severus Snape.
*****
I kept Luna company for a few moments before making my way to my own chambers, my new robes clutched to my person, pleased that Severus was willing to be swayed, even if only slightly.
***)!!!(***
I found myself walking the halls, making my way to the shared chambers for the Head Boy and Head Girl. After having said goodnight to Luna, my extra credit already turned into a reluctant DADA Professor thanks to his partner Professor Blanchett, I find my mind wandering to what I’d walked in on. His relationship with Professor Blanchett has calmed him noticeably. But I also notice that even calming him, he’d probably still be snide and nasty, but he was more pleasant, or as pleasant as Severus Snape could be. A few years ago, he would not have given in. And I can’t help but feel thankful for Professor Blanchett for making him happy, for what he so clearly deserves.
After arriving in my chambers, I find Malfoy lounging in a shared common room. I ignore him as I make my way to my desk in the common room by the fire, trying to not start anything but giving in to his goading. As I sat down at my desk, I pulled clean parchment and started my letter to Harry, still unable to find much comfort in talking with Molly Weasley yet after having broken things off with Ron over the summer. He’d not wanted to go back to school, instead finding other endeavors and I couldn’t imagine being with someone that didn’t have an appreciation for their own education. I tell Harry about Snape being in a relationship and making sure to leave out all details of what I’d seen, not wanting to reveal too much of his private life. But I know that Harry has wanted to form a better rapport, so I hope that he will extend the invitation, prompting Molly to make sure Severus Snape knows the invitation includes Professor Blanchett, hoping to see more of the dynamic of their relationship. There is no denying the curiosity surrounding his personality now that he is free of the chains holding him. down.
*
After sending my school issued owl off with my missive to Harry, I turn to head to the stairs that will take me to my room before Malfoy stops me, “Love letter to the Weaselbee eh there Granger?” I scoff out, “Not that it is any of your business, but no, it was to Harry. And for the last time, Ron is no longer my boyfriend.” And I halt briefly with his muttered reply, “What a shame....” before carrying on to my chambers.
*****
I hang my dress neatly in the wardrobe before stripping down to head to bed, crawling into the cold sheets and snuggling into the heavy winter blankets. He may be incredibly irate when he arrives this evening, not only because I’d questioned him in front of a student, but because said student had interrupted him from finishing, so I think I'd prefer to be asleep upon his arrival. I close my eyes, the picture of him scowling at me burning in my mind. I love the way his face creases when he's angry, he really is a handsome man, my handsome man, my fiancé.
*****
I enter the rooms, ready to unleash a fury so resounding that -- and, I stop, coming to a halt at the threshold of the room and see that she’s already asleep. Years of training and keeping myself tightly reserved during my time as a spy is dwindled to nothing, and Morwyn can push my buttons as no other.
But seeing her lying there, face relaxed in peace, carrying our child, I can’t let myself hold onto my anger, there was no true damage, except my pride and my aching balls from not being able to spend myself inside my witch.
Tomorrow is the Yule Ball, and I can see my future bride in her robes, made just for her.
Not to mention that now that I’ve calmed down, I’m quite looking forward to seeing Miss Granger’s humiliation at the Yule Ball, her face sure to be an unattractive Weasley red that will only deepen as she dances with the Prince of Slytherin, which means I’ll be privy to the color rising on the faces of those annoying ginger over-breeders. Which will give me enough holiday delight.
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