Hermione was tired, she was livid and she did not feel like attending classes. Hauling her heavy bag that was full to bursting all the way up to the Great Hall for breakfast she threw it on the floor. Practically throwing herself into a chair next to Ginny, she plucked a much-needed piece of toast and ate it with vigor.

Tired and sore, she had regretted what she had done, slept with Severus. She was now sore and very, very tired, just waking up in time to shower, throw on some clothes and storm out of their chamber.

"You look like crap," Ginny stated the obvious, glancing sideways at her friend who had developed the ravenous hunger of a starved wolf.

"Thanks, I had no idea," She bit a little hard then she would have liked too.

"Up all night, hey," She asked with a wink of an eye and an elbow to Hermione's ribs. She was joking of course, so when Hermione nodded, you could have knocked her off her chair with a feather.

"You... With Snape?" Hardly able to put a sentence together, it was almost unfathomable that she had slept with him not even a week after they wed. She knew they did not get on too well. Rumors spread fast and their latest little tiff in the classroom had travelled through the whole school within hours.

"But how, why? I assumed you both hated each other, I expected this at least six months down the track, not four days."

"It happened ok," her words sad and frustrated. What had she done? "It was an accident it just, just happened," exasperated, she had nothing else to say, it was the truth. She had been so caught in the moment that she had let her guard down, and any rational thinking went flying out the window.

"How was it?" Ginny had to pry just that little more, she liked all the steamy gossip and this was no except.

"It hurt. It was wet and sticky and it was just...Gross." Being the meticulous clean person she was, often showering up to three times a day she hated the feeling of being dirty.

"Well, sex is not meant to be clean," Ginny, offered. She just had one question to ask...One that had plagued her mind for some time now. "Is it true what they say about men with big noses...That they have big..." She waggled her eyebrows, hoping Hermione caught onto what she was saying.

Hermione smiled. The pain she was feeling right now sure answered the question. "Yes." Hermione left it at that. Gingerly getting up, trying to ignore the pain she hauled her heavy book bag over her shoulder and walked to class, wincing with every step. She had potions first up; she rolled her eyes and shook her head. At least she could find solace in the fact she knew he had a hang over.

"Miss Granger, must you talk to god damn loud?" Rubbing his temples he sat as his desk. His head was pounding and he still felt like throwing up. Sucking down coffee in a bid to remedy his ailments, it was all but futile.

Hermione, knowing Severus was hung over and as a result, his head would be pounding decided it would be a great time to strike up a conversation with Draco. The two put aside their differences after the duel. Draco had cottoned on to what Hermione was doing and joined in, allowing his voice to raise just a few octaves higher than normal.

"I am not talking loud, sir. I am talking at my normal decibel, although you did not mind me screaming your name last night."

The entire class erupted into laughter, she had done it. She had embarrassed him as much as she could, he would admit defeat. Never ever in a million years had he expected to hear that coming from her mouth in class. There were just some things that should be left unsaid, clearly, she never received the memo.

"Out side, now!" He bellowed. His head pounded even harder, he just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away.

The class let out a resounding 'ooohhh,' as he followed her out of the room. It was almost becoming a game for them. She would say or do something that pissed him off and he would kick her out of the classroom where they would continue to stir the pot in a bid to get each other to snap.

"Do you do this just to annoy me? Do you do this to humiliate me? Or do you do this because you hate me?" He asked coolly, leaning against the wall.

"All of the above," She stated, cocking her head to the side.

"Must you choose to show you your displeasure for me in the middle of a class? I am sure you have plenty of time outside of school hours to do so."

"Probably. But I would much prefer an audience."

"You never struck me at the type to showboat, Hermione."

"You never struck me as the type to call me a Mud Blood, but hey it happened," She spoke casually as if it were nothing.

"I would have known if I had called you such a thing."

"Not if you had just drowned your sorrows in a bottle of whiskey, but hey what would I know, I am just a Mud Blood after all."

"I am sorry, ok. I was clearly not thinking rationally, shit happens, move on!"

"Yes, shit does happen. But perhaps just once could you think of my feelings."

"Could you think of my feelings too," he added.

A derisive snort was his answer. He could see it in her eyes, she was looking for the perfect thing to say to this. Her mind ticked over fast and within seconds she had her insult.

"Pack your tampons in your purse today, Severus?" She sniggered; she was the epitome of awesome.

Observing her his mind went into overdrive. It seemed she thought insulting him was a little game. To be honest he found it amusing and a good source of entrainment, he would never let her know that of course. He always had much bigger and better comebacks but kept them to himself. She hated him and tolerated him at best. He did not need to insult her further and wake up with her leaning over him in with a knife in hand.

"Look, just get back into class and keep your mouth shut. I grow tired of your daily slandering. I will deal with you later."

"Just like I grew tired of you last night. It was so uneventful I fell asleep during." A mischievous glint in her eye. She applauded herself, he had no idea what went down last night. She could fabricate anything she desired and he would be none the wiser.

"I highly doubt that," tone bored.

"You can doubt all you like but it won't change the outcome of what has already happened."

"I don't have to change the outcome because I know it would have gone in my favor."

"If you are sure," she said dismissively. This, in turn, wanted him to dig deeper.

"If I was so bad, why did you say you were screaming my name." A smug satisfied look on his face.

He had her. She would have to think quickly. "You don't think I lie? I wanted a reaction and I got one."

"You see, Hermione. I do not believe you. I know I was great." He stepped closer to her, his lips ghosting over her ear with a feather-light touch. "I know you screamed my name. Admit it, you are thinking about jumping my bones right now." His hot breath trickled down her neck, goosebumps covered her body.

She had to admit, she was being turned on right now. The lips on her ear were enough to cloud her judgment, add his voice into the mix and she was borderline losing control.

Taking a breath she stepped back, bringing herself back to reality. "Oh, you could not pay me to sleep with you ever again. You could not afford me."

"I can afford three galleons." He smirked. He counted, one, two and three, here was the she-devil.

"Three gallons. Three gallons. Try three hundred." She screeched.

The two had been so engrossed in their war of words they had both missed the bell that had gone a good few minutes before. They also missed the fact they were now the entertainment of the day. At least fifty students stood around watching the slagging match. All in awe at how this was unfolding. Hermione and Severus they each took a turn to add and insult and would wait for a comeback. It was almost a game the two played. Neither would admit that they enjoyed this.

Hermione loved to grate on his nerves, she did it quite well. She would keep going and going until eventually, he would have a meltdown at something she said.

He loved to insult her, just as much as she, did he. He kept a lot of the below the belt insults to himself. They were hurtful and not very nice, but he always had back up if he needed it. She sometimes got a little too carried away, but he always took it with a grain of salt. She, on the other hand, took everything he said to heart and it cut her deeply, not that she would let it be known.

"Are you two at it again?" An irate Scottish voice cut them short of their slandering session. She pushed her way through the growing crowd of students.

The two looked mortified when they came back to reality. How much had everyone heard?

"You two will get to my office, now." She pushed her way back through the crowd, Severus and Hermione followed.

HG/SS

"You two need to leave your issues behind before you come to class." Lips pursed she looked the picture of anger.

"It's not me, it's her. Maybe she should grow up." Arms crossing his chest he leant back just a little further in his chair, just waiting for what insult would come his way next.

"Maybe you should die." she offered, helpfully. Looking at him with disdain.

"I would have been dead right now. But no, someone had to save me, don't blame me for something that was out of my hands," He said coolly.

"Seeing as you already hate me I will confess right now. It was ME, Severus Snape who saved you. Sorry if I did the wrong thing. If I had known I would have ended up married to you I would have finished you off myself. I won't make the same mistake twice."

He looked like a fish out of the water, mouth gaping open and closed. He wanted to talk but could hardly form anything in his head. "You?" he coughed out.

She nodded. "Well it wasn't Mary Fucking Poppins was it. Do you think Harry and Ron were smart enough to help? Do you think Dobby came back from the depths of the veil to save you? Did it ever dawn on you or did you just not want to think about it."

He looked to Minerva for some sort of answer. "It was Hermione. We wanted to keep it quiet because we knew you would not take it well."

So all this time it was her. He had his life all thanks to her. He could have handled the news had it been anyone but her. He owed her a lot now. That would give her an even bigger ego now. How come she had not flounced around before, shouting from the rooftops that she had saved him.

"Well next time mind your own business," Snapping at her.

"Oh don't worry. If I saw you on fire and I had a bottle of water in my hand I would open it, take a sip, make that ahhh refreshing sound and then walk away."

"No, I would expect nothing less from you. After all, you have set me on fire before, so I would not expect you to put one out."

"I was pretty proud of that." She had a smug look on her face that could have even rivalled that of Draco Malfoy.

Minerva now growing tired of their bickering had to step in. "Look, I know this situation you are in is not ideal. There is a large age gap and you never really got on before marriage. You have been forced to live together. You were both thrown in the deep end. You two are such polar opposites there was always bound to be some tension. But you are going to have to keep it out of the classroom. What goes on between you two in the bedroom does not need to be known to the entire school." She hated having to play the mediator but someone had to.

They both shifted uncomfortably, Severus more so than Hermione. "Sorry," Hermione mumbled.

"Now you two take the rest of the day off. You both look like you haven't slept a wink all night." Severus was sure he saw a mischievous light playing in her eye.

She had to smile to herself. They were perfect for one another, their constant bickering and fighting was much like an old married couple. He was good for her and she was good for him. Of course, she would keep that observation to herself.

HG/SS

"Ok. I am sick of the childish fights with you, Hermione. This has to stop. I grow tired off it. Perhaps we can call a truce?" He was hopeful. He really did not want the bane of his existence to be fighting with her daily.

She nodded slowly. "Ok. But it doesn't mean I will like you."

"Nor me."

"Good. Glad we could come to an agreement."

"As I have said, I will tolerate you. I will put up with you as best I can."

She nodded. "Ok"

She desperately needed sleep. She passed him closely, he reached out a hand and grabbed her shoulder.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Forget it, you would have done the same. I am not too bad for a Mud-blood, hey?"

"Well actually...I probably would have left you there to die a cold and lonely death, but hey that is me. And I said I was sorry for calling you a Mud Blood. It..I...My better judgement was not with me at the time."

"No, it wasn't. Just your huge egotistical side."

Oh for fuck sake. Has she just not agreed to a truce? She just had to keep pushing on and on until she had the last say. Of course, it wasn't true if he had seen her in the same potion he was in, he would not have hesitated to save her, she did not need to know.

"I am going to lie down before I fall down." She pulled from his grasp. "Oh, and why don't you talk to Lilly again about how much you love her."

Fuck. He had no other word than fuck. He must have rambled on in his drunken state talking to Lilly, or at least the one he imagined up. He felt terrible that she had overheard him. He tried to shrug it off. He had to keep reminding himself he did not like her. "You are only tolerating her, Severus." He needed a drink... As he pulled the stopped out of the brand he snorted. She was mental, he was great in bed no matter what she said. And that is all mattered to him.

HG/SS

As Autumn turned to Winter and the snow began to fall, Christmas was just days away. The castle decorated festively and chatter of the Holidays flew through the castle. The hype of the upcoming holidays was intoxicating, even Hermione was happy and that said something because she lived with the biggest killjoy ever.

The two had been co-inhabiting for the past month with nary a fight. In fact, they hardly spoke. Hermione would go to her room to study, often until midnight, leaving Severus to his own devices. If someone did not know they were married, it would not be apparent. To be honest they had hardly said ten words to each other. Christmas break was just one day away and Severus was not sure what they were doing. He would, of course, stay here in the castle like he did every Christmas, keeping to himself and not joining in on any festivities.

As Severus awoke on the last day of School he could not help but feel a little cheerful. He would not have to rise early or put up with idiots tomorrow, it was almost bliss.

He practically danced down the hallway in nothing but a pair of pyjama pants, and to the bathroom, pushing the door open his heart sank. His great morning was now not so great, Hermione was hogging the bathroom. Usually, she was up and out long before he was ready to use the bathroom. This angered him slightly, contrary to what others thought, he actually did shower.

"What are you doing down there." It was not a question, it was spoken condescendingly. Watching as she sat on the floor in front of the toilet, arms wrapped around it as if her life was dependent on the porcelain before her.

"I am fucking Harry Potter. What the hell does it look like." She managed to scream at him before her gut turned and she threw up once more. Throat burning and eyes watering she looked at him.

"If you think you are having a shower you are sorely mistaken, I refuse to move from this spot until my gut stops churning which may or may not be any time soon."

"Shall I inform your professors for the day you will not be attending classes?"

She thought for a moment. Whilst the last day of school was always a bludge she did not want to miss them for some stupid stomach bug.

"I will be fine." She heaved once more, throwing up again. "On second thoughts. I may not be. It is just a virus I am sure, will be over it in no time. Oh, by the way, I am heading to the Weasley's for Christmas, if you want to come the invite is there."

His face contorted in pure disgust. Did she think he would actually spend Christmas in that shit hole?

"Have fun with that, won't you. I refuse to sit in that crap shack surrounded by them. I would rather neck my self. Oh, I could not sit through another epic tale of the Wonderful Harry Potter." He casually leant against the door frame.

"Admit it. You don't want to be happy. You don't want to spend Christmas being happy. That is it, isn't it?"

Ok, she had him. It was true he did not want to be happy. He did not want to sit around sipping eggnog listening to the latest tales of the famous Harry Potter. Or being squished into a house like a sardine in a can. He wanted to stay here on his own in the castle as he always done, brooding. That was the way he liked it thank you very much.

"Yes, that is it. You figured it out. Hit the nail right on the head," Sarcasm evident in his voice. Turning he stalked away.

Fuck she hated him at times, but right now she was too occupied with throwing the contents of her stomach up, not that she had much left.

A/N: Ok. Here you go. I held up my end of the bargain ;) I hope you all like it. I thought it was time to get things moving along so skipped a month ahead.

Merry Christmas to all.=) Not sure if I will get an update in before Christmas. Hope you all have a great day.

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