Paying For Something He Did... Slytherins!
BANG!! I looked up, startled at the loud sound and saw him standing there. Even in his anger, just standing there, dark figure outlined and shadowed perfectly he took my breath away. He stood there for just a moment, his opaque eyes piercing my hazel ones and I shivered. What had I done to deserve a look that could kill? Finally, as though he'd decided that standing in the doorway wasn't enough he slammed the door shut, and stalked over to stand just before me. And even though he was still a few feet away from me I couldn't help but tremble with anticipation, not trusting myself to meet his gaze I hung my head, my shoulder tensed, I was blinking back the eruption of tears that threatened, already accepting the harsh, verbal whipping I was surely about to receive. It felt like an eternity and I was about to look up, take the bull by the horns as my father would say, raising my eyes, he caught my chin in his hand. Startled that his face was mere inches away from mine and I hadn't noticed him lean down I squeaked, but didn't move. I didn't dare move, although I averted my eyes from his powerful gaze. It was then that I heard it, that he uttered a sound.
"Hermione!"
Not trusting myself to speak I continued to look into the fire, the heat burning my eyes as his hand gripped my chin and his voice, oh god that voice, so silky it could melt an iceberg but dripping with a venom that made me cringe.
"Hermione!"
God his voice drives me crazy. How does he does he do that, make me so scared yet, I couldn't think those thoughts, not now, not with his voice so dangerously close to slicing my skin. I swallowed and opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
"Hermione...?!"
A deadly whisper meant for my ears only. Again I swallowed, took a deep breath, brought my eyes to meet his, opened my mouth and said in a meek voice, "Yes dear?"
Her hazel eyes are so big that I almost want to chuckle she is so scared, trembling, but aroused, how she combines those feelings in one moment I'll never know but this girl, no this woman has gone too far, and this time, this time she'll pay for it. "Do you have any idea why my mood is so sour?" I asked, purring into her face, watching her muscles twitch, listening to her breath as she struggles to think of an answer. Holding back a smirk, I think to myself, this really quite amusing to watch.
In a voice that is almost void of any air she responds, "No… As far as I know I haven't the slightest clue as to why you are upset."
Bringing my hand out from behind my back I raise my shirt, my favorite shirt to eye level, she just looks at it, then back at me. Christ!For someone that is so smart she can be so clueless sometimes.
"My shirt Hermione…" I drawled, "My shirt is PINK! Why. Is. My. Favorite. Shirt. PINK?!" I say in a deadly tone. With each word I watch her face pales, her eyes widen, mouth opens and shuts and she seems to shrink back into the chair. Looking from my shirt back to my face and to my shirt again, all the while her mouth opens and shuts like a trout gasping for air.
"Really dear, if you have any thoughts as to why my shirt went from white to pink now would be the time to stop swallowing air like a dying fish and speak like the living breathing human being that you claim yourself to be." That should do it. Of course, her mouth shuts and her eyes slide into glistening slits, and her mouth into a tiny scowl. I wait. Still nothing, not a sound is emitted from her lovely pink lips. I open my mouth to verbally slap her with another slicing comment. But she beats me to it…
"Severus! How would I know how your shirt got pink? I'm shocked that you would insinuate that I PURPOSLY dyed your shirt just to put you into such a mood. Really, you should think about it. If you want an explanation, maybe you should ask your red socks that were in the load with your shirt, even though I told you not to mix the colors, but of course you wouldn't do that would you?" Ha! One point for me, the greasy git wasn't expecting that.
Oh that little prat! How dare she mock me, she will pay for that later. "How very cheeky of you Mrs. Snape, I suppose you think you're being funny."
"Well for your information MR. SNAPE I thou-"
"Mom? Dad? Can I have some milk and can you come in my room, I'm scared."
Making him step back as I rise from my chair, I say, "Of course dear, I'll be there in just a second, ok?"
"Ok," my son mumbles as he turns and heads back down the hallway to his room.
"You my dear are going to pay for being so cheeky about my shirt."
"And you my dearest Severus are going to pay as well for your ridiculous outburst about a shirt, favorite one or not. You are being childish. Now if you don't mind, I have a REAL child to attend to. If you want to grow up you can warm up some milk for your son." I smirk as I walk past him. I almost make it to the door and then turn. He hadn't turned around, perfect, if I am going to pay for a shirt that I didn't ruin then I had better make it worth it I think to myself. Walking back to where he's standing I spank him and say, "You've been a naughty boy. Don't let it happen again." He turns, eyes blazing, a scowl plastered to his face, getting ready to snarl some sarcastic comment at me no doubt. But before he can get anything out from down the hall comes the voice of our son,
"Moooooom! Daaaaaaaad!"
He sounds like he's in tears, or close to. "I hate this part of being the night." My husband says. As he reaches the door he halts himself and turns to look at me, I stare back innocently, waiting, "You my dearest Hermione are going to get the punishment of a lifetime tonight. You know that don't you?"
"Of course dear, I wouldn't expect anything else from you, my husband, the light of my life, the all powerful Severus Snape. Oh, and before you give me the punishment of a lifetime do you want me to bring the socks and the shirt so they can play along too?" I say as innocently as possible. And before he can respond I add, "Of course, if you would like to forgive the clothing incident and move on to the spanking altercation I'd be happy to oblige in getting the punishment of a lifetime… tonight. ALTHOUGH now that you mention it, you did say that last night and I'm still breathing." Now I can barely suppress my giggle and I'm sure he can see my face twitching and my eyes glittering from the amusement I'm getting from this.
"I'm going to talk to our son. You get him some milk. We'll finish this later." He says as starts down the hall.
I nod, even though he doesn't see it and head off to the kitchen to get my son some milk. He really is so much fun to tease and I can't help it, I hope that he knows that. Of course, I think to myself as I sigh and wonder if he ruined his shirt on purpose just so we could have a little argument, especially since he can easily turn it back to white. He was a Slytherin after all I chuckle as I take the milk to my sons room where he is already asleep in his fathers arms. Now there is a sight that I never tire of I think and smile to myself.