Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any variation. That belongs to JK Rowling and the people SHE gave the rights to. I am not one of those people (dang it!).

A/N: Posted in honor of my Beta, who I introduced and addicted to HG/SS fics. I felt it was my duty to give her a short one during her finals. I heart you forever, Drakien!

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"Bloody git!"

"Know-it-all!"

"Arrogant prat!"

"Insufferable Gryffindor!"

"Devious Slytherin!"

"Buck-toothed nerd!"

"Not any more, you greasy bat!"

"I am not a vampire."

"You bite like one."

Severus reached a long finger over and lifted away the hair on Hermione's neck, revealing a very large bruise.

"I'm still not understanding why you always refuse to use a simple spell to remove those."

"Maybe I like being bite, Professor Severus Snape."

"I'm sure I can continue to accommodate you, Professor Hermione Snape. But is the evidence really necessary the morning after?"

"Stop asking questions, I'm trying to get in the mood."

"Since when did you need to get in the mood to watch a game?" Severus snorted.

"Just because despising Gryffindors comes naturally to you, doesn't mean that hating Slytherins comes naturally to me. Now hush, so I can focus," Hermione responded, waving her toothbrush at her husband.

"That's not a wand, and you can't hex me," Severus called over his shoulder as he left their bathroom to dress.

"I'm a Potions Mistress and if I wanted to hurt you I would poison you, silly git!" Hermione responded, pulling on her winter robes. She crossed through their bedroom to the outer living area where three scarves hung on the wall. One very masculine green, black, and silver scarf (which began soaring to the bedroom following the "accio scarf" command from Severus), one feminine green, black, and silver scarf (that Hermione wore when Slytherin was playing Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw – in support of her husband's house), and one feminine red and gold scarf with a beautiful lioness on it (a gift from the Headmistress McGonagall when Hermione became Head of Gryffindor). It was the final scarf that she removed from the hook, carefully wrapping it around her neck so the lioness was facing out.

She slid on her black gloves and turned to her husband who had come behind her, leaning in to nibble her earlobe.

"Is the bet still on?" Hermione asked, straightening her all-black ensemble (save the scarf, of course).

"Of course, my beloved," whispered Severus, as he took a moment to appreciate how beautiful his wife truly was. "You know, if someone had told me ten years ago that today, I would be in love with the dazzling, black wearing-robes billowing-Potions Mistress-Professor Hermione Jane Granger Snape, I would have hexed them to the other side of the week."

"And if someone had told me ten years ago that I would have not only fallen in love with the vampire of the dungeon, but would have married him and taken his place teaching potions so he could teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, AND become the Head of Gryffindor, I would have immediately gone to the library looking for the counter-curse for whatever spell they had been put under. Now, lets get up to our respective common rooms and have a good match."

Severus leaned down to kiss her goodbye, and winked. "Worried we'll win?"

"I trust my Gryffindors, Professor, you would do well to remember I don't bet on anything I'm not confident in," she countered assuredly, walking away from their dungeon rooms towards the Quidditch Pitch.

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Other than the two Professor Snapes, only Headmistress McGonagall seemed to realize that if the birth dates of the three Snape children were carefully scrutinized, the conceptions fell on the three times in the last seven years the Gryffindor Quidditch team lost to Slytherin. She, unlike prior Heads of Hogwarts, managed to keep some things to herself.