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Chapter 2
The dungeon
It was not what Hermione had expected when she walked into the dungeon rooms that would represent their future refuge. It was worse.
Professor Snape had accompanied her without even appreciate her with a look, let alone say a word to her. The heavy door swung toward one side and he pushed her roughly in his private chambers. In front of her eyes was one room that was connected to one side with his office and on the other with a bathroom. It was dark, cold and uncomfortable like in a torture chamber, at least for Hermione's relationships, who was clearly accustomed to something else. At least there were in addition to the well-stocked bookshelves a bed, and on the other side an armchair, a table and a sofa. The worst fears to have to share with him the sleeping camp was by that avoided.
Hermione cleared her throat. "I suppose you sleep on the sofa?" She asked cautiously.
Not careful enough.
He closed the door behind her, stretching his long, thin fingers and finally folded his arms, everything calmly, without a word.
The calm before the storm.
"Miss Granger," he began, his eyes bored deep into hers.
Hermione swallowed. "I just thought ..."
"Do not interrupt me," he growled, whereupon she was staring at him wide-eyed. "Do you really think you could just burst into my life, take my private quarters to complete and then", he took a deep breath, "even explain my bed to your property?"
She bit her lip, wondering what options were available.
"I thought it," he replied with a sarcastic grin. Without going to take another note of her, he turned around, ready to go, ready to leave her alone in this terrible unfriendly space.
"Wait, Professor Snape," said Hermione. She had taken all her courage together. On his hesitant behavior, she could see that it had hit him unexpectedly.
Taken aback he threw his black cape to the side and focused her with his gaze. A long drawn-out "yes", came out from between his jaws, so tightly pressed together.
"I was not ready," she said defiantly.
His mouth curled into missfavor. "What else?", he asked impatiently.
"You know as well as I do that I did not choose this situation," she said frankly. "Believe me, I would take every other conceivable way to go, if I had the choice. I had not. There may be people who are used to pain ... and believe me, that's exactly what this package means to me ... I for one do not belong there." She took a breath and let her eyes alternately wander across the room and back to him. "We're both in the same boat, Professor. No, this is far from enough ... It's much worse! We're stuck here, like on a fucking deserted island from which there is no escape. Would it be asking too much of you to ask you about acting like an honorable man and give me - your wife – the bed?"
Silence. He gave her a long stare with the deep furrow between his eyebrows, until he finally answered. "No." Again, he turned around, as if he could not wait to get away as quickly as possible.
Hermione sighed and plopped down heavily with her body on the bed. He stopped when he heard the noise. "You must let me have personally dragged down from here," she said petulantly, as she lay flat on her back and held her arms crossed over the chest.
He whirled around, his cloak ballooned and with a few steps he stood before her, his eyes a reflection of the anger inside him. His chest rose and fell. "Miss Granger," he spat angrily, his black hair was a mess. Hermione hardly dared to breathe, so busy she was to withstand his mad look. "You are insufferable," he pursued and wrung his hands.
Hermione sighed loudly. "If you knew ..."
He cocked his head, his eyebrows drawn together closely and teeth bared. "Ten points deduction ..." He got no further.
"From Griffindor. Yes, I know." She rolled her eyes. "This will not work, professor."
"For you still Professor Snape," he snapped back. His pale face was still hidden by several long strands, but Hermione could feel that he hesitated before he took the next step.
"Why are you doing this?", she asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why do I do what?"
"You humiliate me, Professor." It sounded so simple, that it was almost contemptuous.
He snorted and straightened up. "Miss Granger." She rolled her eyes, and he did his best to ignore it for this time. "What you want to hear? That I'm sorry? I pity you? No, definitely not, because that is not the case. I have consented to this arrangement on Professor Dumbledore's explicit request. As you have already realized, we are in a hopeless situation, and here I am, in the service of Hogwarts, I go to do my duty." So it sounded. Pure sense of duty.
Hermione sighed. "Very well," she noted. "We should make the best of it, Professor."
"Of course," he replied sarcastically.
"What do I get if I leave the bed?"
He looked surprised, but only for an instant. "Hogsmeade."
Hermione shivered as she felt the immense power that was in his deep voice. She was not sure if she had understood correctly. "Excuse me?"
"I allow you to visit every other Saturday Hogsmeade, no matter what time of the year."
Her jaw dropped down. "But ... are you saying that I may need your permission?"
He raised his eyebrows, as he always did. "Recently."
Hermione was about to lose control. "That's impossible. My parents ... "
A thin, smug smile began to spread across his face. "Your parents will be surprised that their valued daughter is now married."
"You do not dare!"
"I fear it."
"How can you live with the way how you are? This is blackmail!"
A deep growl escaped him. "Welcome to my world, Miss Granger. Or should I rather say now Mrs. Snape?" He spoke every word precisely and clearly to intensify the absurd effect of it.
"You don't dare!"
"You do it again, miss. Do not tell me what I have to do or not do. You are now married and this requires some understanding of the lives of adults. But wait ... you're still not up! "
Hermione felt the blood rise in her head. She jumped up and rushed towards him. He was so surprised by this attack that he finally realized what she was doing when it was already too late. With fists flying she beat on his chest. He stumbled back a step and quickly grabbed her hands. His fingers closed around her wrists as vices.
"Let me go!", Hermione yelled. She did not care, that she behaved like a stubborn little child. It was all too much for her. She screamed her fury and despair out of herself.
He held her hands still firmly, his chest rose and fell with tension until she finally stopped to resist him. Speechless, he stared at her.
"Is that all you can, Professor? I expected more from you", she sobbed, not daring to look at him.
After a while his breathing calmed. "Hogsmeade, Miss Granger," he said in a low, infinitely sinister voice.
Hermione nodded.
"I will now take a small meal to me, if you'll excuse me ..."
"What?" She finally looked up at his face. "You'll leave me back here just now?"
He raised an eyebrow. "That's entirely up to you, Miss Granger. I would recommend, however, wait for the first wave before you take the plunge. The storm will be laid out to safety soon."
She stared at him with open mouth.
Oh no! The Griffindors. And the Slytherins. And of course everyone else.
"I'll send a house elf, then you can order something to eat. Good day, Miss Granger. "
With that, he turned his back on her and finally left the room with a flowing cloak.
It was the middle of the night, when Hermione woke up exhausted and shivering. She was - contrary to the agreement – fallen asleep on the bed and realized that it was more comfortable than she had suspected. From Snape there was no trace.
To hell with him! Sewer rat!
She crawled under the blanket and fell asleep again.
At three in the morning, she heard a faint sound that made her awake. Instinctively, she reached for her wand and brought the candles in the room to light. Confused, she looked at the black shadowy figure of her professor, who sat not far from the door in the armchair and looked at her.
"Professor," she murmured, surprised, but there was no answer. "What are you doing at this time?"
"Night watch, Miss Granger." He laughed scornfully.
Only now Hermione smelled the alcohol that had spread in the air. The picture in front of her was a single tragedy. Shivering she pulled her knees to her body and put her arms around them.
"You lie in my bed," he said.
Hermione nodded. "It was cold."
"Ah, I see."
His long, black-clad legs were stretched far from him and still stuck in the shoes, he seemed to wear day in, day out. His cloak was on the arm of the chair. He seemed completely changed at that moment, Hermione had never seen him in such a condition before. It was disturbing.
"Can I get you something, Professor?", she asked cautiously. "Some water maybe ..."
He grinned slyly. "Nope." His voice faltered and was amused.
Hermione chewed on her lip. She did not quite know what to do. "What was it like up there?", she asked after a while, after all she has been here all day. The curiosity in her had won and for a moment she forgot how angry she was with him.
"Hmmm, let me think ... yeah, right!" He spoke unusually slowly, the alcohol showed its effect. "I think, apart from Minerva, which had already digested the initial shock and of course Albus - my dear Albus, who brought me into this situation - everyone was quite amused by the idea that the vampire from the dungeons has taken the lovely maid to his bride." His voice was razor sharp, except for the slower speed, he was back to Professor Snape.
"How do you know that?"
"How do I know what?" His eyes flashed like black stars. He even managed to focus on her face.
"Nothing." Hermione bit her tongue before she could speak, what she would have regretted later.
"The one with the maid?" He asked pointedly.
Oh. No.
"Miss Granger, you've never been told by anyone that you look monstrous like a virgin? I mean, you behave and dress like a maid. So it's obvious ... "
"WHAT?"
"Well, it's not my job to tell you that ...", he paused briefly and thought, "maybe ... yes. Given the circumstances, as a husband, of course ..." His head fell off to the side, Hermione held her breath and listened eagerly to his noisy breathing.
Suddenly he jerked his upper body forward and put his head up. Distraught, he sought her with his eyes. "That's the nice with both of us," he muttered, difficult to understand. "We have at least one thing in common." Already he sank back into himself and began to snore.
Oh. My. God. He is a virgin!
It was obvious what he had said, even in this state. Hermione was shocked. She had never really thought about Severus Snape's sex life, but she was sure that she would never again be able to displace it. Somehow she felt a spark of compassion for him. It was sad that a man of his age ... how old was he again? ... Had never had sex. On the other hand, it was admirable that he was so loyal to his principles.
Suddenly, she was curious. She got up quietly and tiptoed to his chair, still armed with her wand. Carefully, she crouched down and raised his hand to fish the tangled black hair from his face. It felt strange to touch him, at least he was until not too long ago solely her professor. And no one would really dare to touch him.
The fact that she was now married to him, let her take courage. She saw his face in a completely different light than ever before. Every wrinkle, which he had earned during his life as a teacher, the pale skin, entirely received by the darkness of the dungeons ...
He breathed audibly loud and lounged in the chair. Hermione held her breath until he had come to rest. With her wand she brought a pillow and pushed it gently under his chin. At that moment he opened his eyes and suddenly grabbed her hand. Hermione's heart seemed to stop as she felt his eyes on her. Her fingers were wet, she realized that he would not let go. She swallowed hard and looked at him frightened.
"Miss Granger," he replied clearly. "Go to bed."
Hermione nodded and wanted to pull her hand out of his grasp. In vain. His eyes penetrated to deep into her, her heart pounding in her throat.
"Do not touch me ever again", she heard him say with ice-cold voice.
