Domestic Bliss
Hermione never thought she'd be the domestic type. She had always hated the idea of getting married, settling down, cooking, cleaning, and bearing children. However, as soon as she and Severus had moved into their new cottage after their honeymoon, Hermione felt a strong desire to be helpful around the house. Besides, she was still between jobs but Severus still had to deal with the dunderheads each day.
Hermione turned the radio up loud and danced around the house as she did laundry and tidied up.
Severus quietly crept downstairs early the next morning. He absolutely hated leaving Hermione, especially when she was still wrapped up warm in the tangled sheets, her bare skin just begging him to never go back to work again.
He had rather distracted his wife when he returned home from Hogwarts the day before. As a result, there were no clean shirts in his wardrobe; they were all still in the washing machine.
He pulled one out in the dark and spelled it dry and wrinkle-free, then rushed off to work in time for breakfast in the Great Hall.
The students were usually too groggy in the mornings to be much of a pain in the arse but as soon as he walked into the Hall that morning a great cacophony of noise erupted. Severus frowned, wondering what on earth had the student body riled up so early. He stomped up to his seat at the table, still with his mind on his wife, in his bed, in his new house away from this dismal place.
"Ah, Severus…" Minerva leaned in beside him as he sat down. Severus growled in response as he reached for some coffee. "Your shirt seems… to be ah… pink."
Severus frowned and quickly glanced down. His expression changed from one of irritation to downright horror. He quickly charmed it back white. Of all the blasted….
Hagrid, seated on his other side, turned to him with a wide grin. "Done somethin' wrong already, have yer? Tsk tsk." Then he went back to his eggs and bacon.
Severus drank his coffee and left as quickly as he could, the student's jeers following him out of the room. He would definitely be having a little chat to his wife when he got home.
