I'm sitting at the airport right now waiting for my flight to go back to school and I thought, why not work on this story. So here is just a little something something to add to the last two updates. Cheers! –Sevy14
"You're awake early." I wasn't expecting her to be up for another hour or so.
"Yes well, it seems that the early night we had wouldn't allow me the luxury of sleeping in on a Sunday, what time is it?" I asked realizing that I hadn't checked the clock when I awoke.
She's most definitely in a good mood, probably a run off from the excitement and her success yesterday. "It's a quarter till 8:00. are you interested in eating in the Great Hall today?"
"Yes." I respond excitedly.
"Is there a reason why you're so excited to eat there today, more so than usual?"
"Well," I say drawing the word out and earning a glance from Severus. Smiling cheekily I continue, "I have some stuff I'd like to give Harry and Neville-oh and I want to show Colin and Dennis the pictures that I got, which reminds me, I need to go and put them in the photo album." Turning I begin to walk away when he stops me.
"These pictures you're so excited to show them, how many of them feature their Professor?" I hope that she is not going to be showing any pictures that she's taken of me since we've gotten married.
"None, I'll take those out and put them in a different album, no worries I got two photo albums." I smile at him and then turn and disappear into the hallway humming, my hum becoming louder at his response.
"I hope not, for your sake and for that of your Gryffindor's Hermione, I would hate for a sudden rise in detentions because an unfortunate sighting of a picture that you took."
"Whatever." I yell back, I'm in a playful mood but I know that's not how he will see it and I'm sure I'll either get a stern look or a good talking to, but I don't care, I'm rejuvenated and feeling quite happy, I'm determined not to let anything get to me. Sitting down I pull out the pictures and I begin to put them away in the photo albums, separating out the pictures from my friends to the ones that are of me and Severus. Mostly me though, he's not to keen on having his picture taken but I've got a few. Ten minutes later I can hear him come in behind me.
"How long does it take to put pictures away?"
He says grumbling to me. "Not too long, I'm just looking at them now, there are some good ones I want to get a good look at before everyone else." He just grunts in typical Snape fashion. "Really, see there are even some good ones of you, like this one." I say turning my body from it's crouched position on the floor and holding up the book so he can see.
"I don't see what's so good about a picture of me brewing."
"You don't?" Of course he wouldn't, he wouldn't see the good in him brewing. I sigh, "It is good because it's a picture of you doing something that makes you happy. You don't look mad, frustrated, you certainly don't look like you're about to pull your hair out because of students that don't respect your craft-you look content."
"If you say so." I must admit it is a good analysis of me, but I won't admit it.
"I do and I'm always right you know-because I'm a know-it-all." I say as I get up, I turn and see him glaring at me. "What? You're the one who gave me the title, I just thought that I would live up to that title, you can't really complain, it must be nice being married to someone that knows everything." I just smile and grab a sweater from the closet.
Her jest was not in the least bit funny but at least she's trying to clear me of my sour mood. It's funny that she notices but doesn't ask what's wrong like usual, perhaps she's trying a new tactic to break it, or maybe she's tired of asking and not receiving an answer, well not a straight one anyways. "Are you ready to leave madam?" I say absent mindedly.
Madam?! What am I 200? "Excuse me professor did you ask me something?"
Bloody hell. "Are you ready to go wife?" Why can't she just accept that it's perfectly normal to be called madam, especially given my title, not that anyone really recognizes it.
I hate being called that but it won't ruin my good mood. "Yes, yes I think I am." I smile and walk out of our bed room. "Oh did you feed the cats?"
"Yes."
"Did you refill their water?"
"Yes. The cats are taken care of." Let's go, I'm starving.
"Thank you, but you don't have to be so grouchy, it's unbecoming."
"Hermione, I've never cared if I was becoming or not-it does not matter to me." I wish she could see that.
Hmmph. "If you say so."
Walking out of their quarters neither speaks as they begin the walk up to the Great Hall. After making it up the stairs Hermione makes to speak and then stops herself.
"Is there something you'd like to say?" obviously there's something she'd like to say, she always has something to say.
"Well it's just that-that I don't want people to hear really."
"Why didn't you say it when we left?"
"I figured you wouldn't appreciate it."
"Well I was just going to say that if you're in a bad mood we can always talk about it, it isn't good to keep it in, keeps the negativity boiling inside of you and we don't want that-could cut your life shorter when you've gotten a second chance." I say it as brightly as I could but I saw the tension in his mouth grow tighter with every word, his face becoming completely taught by the time I'd finished.
"Of course we wouldn't." So she wasn't trying a different tactic when she was jesting with me earlier, she merely didn't want to say something to upset me but then thought better because I would most likely know if something was up with her, not like she's terribly good at hiding it when she feels she has to say something. "I'll have to work on that."
"I-I only meant that if you want or feel comfortable, I'm actually a really good listener, if you can believe that." I say smiling at him, knowing that he probably thought I wasn't because I talk so much. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that what you say to me is in full confidence-always." I finish with a firm nod.
I stop and grab her arm lightly pulling her to the side next to a suit of armor. "You should know, I'm assigning your final projects on Monday."
"Really?! That is so great! What are we doing?"
"I am not telling you early about what you're doing I'm going to let you know something, it'll be different than the past years."
"We won't have to write a paper?" I say, my face falling, I was really looking forward to writing my final term paper for him. I had so many ideas built up about what I could write about.
Sighing at her enthusiasm which is sometimes draining, it was hard for me to believe that at one time, I would have been just as enthusiastic about getting assignments from my professors. "No. You will still have to do that, I couldn't be merciful upon my toughest class at the end of the year now could I? That just doesn't seem right." I say with a small smile, I'm not sure if she notices. "But the difference is that this year you'll be doing it with partners."
"Oh…" Damn. I hate working in groups because everyone always leave me to do all the work. "Okay."
I can tell she's disappointed and I know it's because she's like I was as student. Academically a loner, in her own world, and not used to working with people because they leave the work to her and then take all the credit. "I suggest that you be open to who your partner will be, I've had the partners made since this summer and I apologize if you're upset about who it is."
His words make me worry and I can't help but get a feeling in my stomach that I won't like my partner. "Severus, don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy your class and for the most part a lot of the other students, but if you tell me that Blaise Zabini or Draco Malfoy is my partner then I will hex you so bad in your sleep that you'll have a continual dream-nightmare if you will that Neville was still in your class and it will be never ending." I could tell that my tone was unappreciated but I didn't care, and I know he didn't like that I had used his name instead of his title but damn it I was in wife mode and not student mode.
"Draco was chosen as your partner in august and I'm going to pretend that you didn't use my title." I say as sternly as I could, her threat still resonating in my mind. While I've heard many threats in my life I had a feeling that she wouldn't mind following through with it, if not creating a different one or just becoming so incredibly difficult that even I couldn't handle it. "Would you like to know my reasoning?"
"I'd like to know your reasoning behind wanting to be stuck in a nightmare for eternity, yes."
Sighing I look at her and she's pissed, I know this. "Draco is the only other one your class that can come close to your academic ability. He knows his potions and better yet for you, he works hard for his grades-something I'm sure you didn't know-"
"I actually don't care is more like it."
"And with you being pregnant now, would you like to have a partner that you know is competent and won't mess up your final project? Surely you realize that if you do the type of project that I know you want to do, the brewing process will take you deep into the term and you won't be allowed to class on brewing days because it isn't safe."
"I-no! I want to brew."
"It might not be something you'll be able to do-I'm sorry, I can't risk your health or the baby's." I say looking down at her.
I hate how his logic makes sense but I won't admit it, not to him. "Whatever, may I go eat professor?" my anger coming out more with every word.
My eyes narrowing at her tone but I disregard it, "You may. I shall see you after you eat."
"Probably not." And I walk away, stopping when I realize that I shouldn't be that mad I turn around after about 20 steps. "I realize your logic but I'm still pissed you about this. If he says one thing. ONE thing, I'll make him wish he'd never met me. " And then I turn and storm into the Great Hall plastering my face with a smile and holding the photo album and candy to my chest.
I hope you enjoyed, have a good day my friends. –Sevy14