A/N: Hey all, I know that I said I couldn't update for a few days but I was inspired and so I dedicate this chapter to Sayrika!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 8
It was close to two hours later when Hermione finally looked up from her homework and glanced around the common room. Draco was fast asleep in the chair next to her and the pile of homework she had been given by Draco was now a small pile compared to the pile twice the size of essays and explanations. She was almost half way through now and although she knew her husband would not be happy with her being late she did not care, she didn't want to go back and lie in his bed, in his warm, comforting arms that made her feel so safe and protected. She didn't want to see his kind caring eyes looking at her with such worry for her. No, that was the last thing she wanted right now. She sighed as a shiver went through her body as she remembered the feel of him against her when she had woken up. She absentmindedly twirled her quill in her fingers as she thought of the way he held her. She knew it was only because he was asleep that it had happened but she couldn't help remembering his reaction when he woke up. She could still feel the warmth on her cheek from where he had kissed her. It had been such a perfect moment, and he had called her Hermione! A small smile crept onto her lips and her eyes glazed over as she thought about it.
She was suddenly thrown from her thoughts by the cold voice of her husband echoing through the heads common room.
"Miss Granger, it is almost eleven, I do not know what you are playing at but my room is not a hotel. I said 10:30 and I meant 10:30, you seem to be making a habit of not keeping our appointments at the moment." Draco, by this stage, was wide awake and had taken to glaring at his godfather again.
"I am a student, Professor, and I have homework, what time I choose to do my homework is none of your business as long as I am not breaking any school rules by doing so."
"You are breaking rules Miss Granger because you are disobeying a teacher."
"Oh yes, 'Miss Granger, come to my bed.' Have fun trying to get me expelled for that one."
"Miss Granger, may I remind you that I am trying to help you here." She deflated and turned back to her homework. She glanced at it briefly, she had completed everything that was due in the next week and she would be way ahead of everyone else in the school. She sighed and began packing up her things. It was then that she noticed Draco was still giving his godfather a death stare.
"Should I be leaving you alone for a bit or something?" she said half jokingly. Draco nodded and there was not even the hint of a joke in his attitude. Hermione gathered her things and walked over to her room, she glanced nervously back once before going into her room and closing the door. Severus immediately cast a silencing charm and turned to look at his godson who began to throw question after question at him.
Meanwhile Hermione began to change into her pajamas, she had been in the same clothes for two days now and she didn't like the idea of having to sleep in them again. After she had changed she sat on her bed, it made her slightly sad to think that she may never sleep on it again. It was far to risky for her and Professor Snape to sleep in her quarters and unless they found a 'cure' for her nightmares she would have to spend every night with her professor. A sudden thought occurred to her and at that moment Professor Snape walked through the door.
"What happens after school?" The question seemed random to Professor Snape and he looked at her in confusion.
"Well, generally students graduate and then leave to go and continue their life in the world." He answered uncertainly.
"No, I mean to us. We are married, but I didn't think it was going to make a huge difference, other than in our social lives. But now, what if I am still having to come running to you bedside every night? This is becoming more and more complicated by the minute and-"
"Miss Granger, calm down." He walked over to her side and sat her down on her bed beside him. "We will work something out before then, now would you like to bring a few things down to my quarters so that you are not having to traipse all the way back up in the middle of the night?" Hermione sat for a moment, she had panicked and she was slightly ashamed of her reaction. After she had regained her composure she quickly stood and began to seemingly randomly grab things from shelves and cupboards and dump them on her bed. Finally she had a pile of things and she began stuffing them all into her school bag that did not seem to have difficulty fitting in the multitude of items.
During this time Professor Snape sat quietly and watched her, when she was finally ready to leave he stood and gently removed her bag from her shoulder. With the bag in one hand and the other on the small of his wifes back he led her to the secret door that opened into the tunnel. After only a short walk they reached his quarters.
"Please, make yourself comfortable Miss Granger. I will return shortly." He span on his heel and exited into his study. Hermione quickly unpacked a few essentials and, after discovering the bathroom, brushed her teeth before curling up in the massive bed with a good book. She didn't think that she would ever get used to the fact that she was now sharing a bed with a teacher.
It was like this that Professor Snape found her. The light from the candle casting odd shadows on her face as her eyes flicked across the page. He cleared his throat to alert her of his presence; she jumped slightly before looking up at him and smiling weakly.
"I have- researched a few separation charms that should prevent a reoccurrence of our awakening earlier. I really must apologize for my behaviour although I am myself somewhat bewildered as to how we came to be in such a precarious situation."
"I-It's ok Professor, I understand. It was a subconscious action and therefore no fault of yours." She was very thankful that he did not know the full extent of his 'subconscious actions'.
"Arh, thank you Miss Granger. Are you um- ready to retire for the evening?" She nodded her head uncertainly and watched as he unbuttoned his robe. He had obviously changed at some stage in the last two hours as he no longer wore his shirt and trousers but instead wore black satin pants and what looked like an old long-sleeved T-Shirt. Noticing her gaze Professor Snape thought it best to explain his attire. "I do not normally wear a top whilst sleeping, this was the only thing that I could find that was both suitable and comfortable."
"Oh, please don't change your routine because of me." As soon as the words left her mouth she realised what it sounded like and her whole face turned red.
"I think it would be best if I remain as I am." He slid under the covers and took his wifes hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze before casting the separation spell. Immediately Hermione felt alone and if it weren't for the small circular motions that Professor Snape was making on the back of her hand with his thumb she would have been shaking. Despite still being able to see the Professor lying only a short distance from her she felt scared and alone. Even with her tiredness it took Hermione just over an hour to fall asleep.
She woke up warm, arms enfolded her and she could hear the beat of a heart coming from the chest that she was lying on. Wait, chest! She tried to jump away from the Professor that she had flung herself across at some point in the night but his arms tightened around her preventing her from moving.
"I would advise against that Miss Granger." Her husbands smooth voice shocked her, she had assumed from his reaction that he was not yet awake.
"Wha- why? I am sorry Professor, I didn't mean to-" she began to struggle again.
"Miss Granger please calm down." He once again had to restrain her. "We are rather thoroughly tangled up with each other and I fear that if you continue to struggle one of us will end up injured." She froze. "You may breath Miss Granger. Now, could you kindly remove your knee from in between my legs." Turning bright red, Hermione removed her leg as best as possible. Now that she was calm it took them no time at all to detangle themselves. Hermiones red face only grew redder as she slid her hand out of her husbands T-shirt. Once freedom was achieved, Professor Snape grabbed his robe off the back of the door and announced that he was having a shower. Hermione did not blame him for his abrupt behaviour, it had been hard for her not to miss the tenting in his pants, and her thigh had been resting almost on top of the cause for it.
She lay back down and willed the redness away from her face. She heard the water start in the bathroom but knew that even without the endless supply of hot water at Hogwarts she would not have to worry about having a cold shower. She closed her eyes and wondered why the separation spell had not worked.
