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Meeting...Yourself?
Chapter 2: The Snapes
by Adele Elisabeth
Morganna yawned, and reached for Severus...
...only to find that he wasn't there.
Bloody hell.
"Severus?" she called, finding his abandoned shirt (which was, of course, far too big for her, Madam Snape is a very small woman), shrugged it on, and went looking for her husband, knowing quite well where she'd find him.
In his study.
At five in the bloody morning!
"Severus?" she stood in the doorway of his study, arms folded across her chest. Her natural beauty, half-sleepy glow, and the fact that the shirt she'd shrugged on was open made for a very attractive picture.
The death-glare she was giving him, er, didn't.
"Darling, I was just--" he stood up, attempting to soothe his extremely peeved wife.
"It's five in the morning, Severus. Whatever you were doing, it can wait." She didn't move from where she was standing. Didn't stop with the glaring, either.
"I couldn't sleep." He defended, coming to tower over her.
She was not to be put off so easily. "You could have had a drink of milk, or one of your dratted potions."
"These papers need graded."
"They're not going to be given out until Monday, Severus, and it is early Saturday morning. Please come back to bed."
"But it's morning now. What's the point?"
"The point is, I'm cold, and if you don't want arsenic in your drink, you'll come back to bed."
"Yes, dear." He gave in, as gracefully as he could. "Isn't that my shirt?" he added.
"Yes."
"Looks better on you."
"Flattery, my love, will get you everywhere."
Morganna had a strange feeling, as she was falling asleep in her husband's arms...
Something was going to happen, and she wasn't sure that she was going to like it very much.
***
Phew.
Meeting...Yourself?
Chapter 2: The Snapes
by Adele Elisabeth
Morganna yawned, and reached for Severus...
...only to find that he wasn't there.
Bloody hell.
"Severus?" she called, finding his abandoned shirt (which was, of course, far too big for her, Madam Snape is a very small woman), shrugged it on, and went looking for her husband, knowing quite well where she'd find him.
In his study.
At five in the bloody morning!
"Severus?" she stood in the doorway of his study, arms folded across her chest. Her natural beauty, half-sleepy glow, and the fact that the shirt she'd shrugged on was open made for a very attractive picture.
The death-glare she was giving him, er, didn't.
"Darling, I was just--" he stood up, attempting to soothe his extremely peeved wife.
"It's five in the morning, Severus. Whatever you were doing, it can wait." She didn't move from where she was standing. Didn't stop with the glaring, either.
"I couldn't sleep." He defended, coming to tower over her.
She was not to be put off so easily. "You could have had a drink of milk, or one of your dratted potions."
"These papers need graded."
"They're not going to be given out until Monday, Severus, and it is early Saturday morning. Please come back to bed."
"But it's morning now. What's the point?"
"The point is, I'm cold, and if you don't want arsenic in your drink, you'll come back to bed."
"Yes, dear." He gave in, as gracefully as he could. "Isn't that my shirt?" he added.
"Yes."
"Looks better on you."
"Flattery, my love, will get you everywhere."
Morganna had a strange feeling, as she was falling asleep in her husband's arms...
Something was going to happen, and she wasn't sure that she was going to like it very much.
***
Phew.