Story: To the Victor Goes the Spoils
By: Katie (Ktie Eiknlng Snape)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hermione is taken to a Death Eaters meeting, and Snape is punished for being a
traitor and must marry her.
(Did I ever say this isn't mine? Cause the characters aren't mine!)
Chapter 5
"Gods, woman, what've you done?"
"What? So I've changed it around a little bit."
"Changed…A bit?! What are you talking about? You've put flowers in my rooms!"
"Our rooms."
"I think that you should return to Gryffindor tower and stay there for a few nights."
"I think that I am quite comfortable and I shall be staying."
Severus walked over to his bed and commented, "Fine. I suppose we'll have to share the
bed."
Hermione's face dropped, "I think a trip to the Gryffindor tower is order. Goodnight, Mr.
Snape…"
"No, please, stay," he spoke with laced sarcasm.
"No, quite alright," she said starting to get out of the bed.
"Don't want to have to explain to your Gryffindork friends where you were tonight, eh?"
"And I don't want to sleep in a bed with a disgusting, old man who just wants to get his jollies
up."
"Oh, and you think I want to sleep with the Doesn't-Know-All-About-Everything annoying Gryffindor? I do believe, Hermione Snape, that you are mistaken," he said throwing back the covers and getting into bed in pajama pants.
"Where are the rest of your clothes?" She said completely disgusted.
"My clothes? Well, I prefer to sleep in the nude. Unless, of course, you want me to?"
"God, no. Keep the clothes on."
"And might I ask what your clothes happen to be?"
"For your information, this," she said pointing to her shirt, "is a tank top. And these," pointing to her shorts, "are women's boxers. I, Severus, do not prefer sleeping 'in the nude' unlike others in this room."
"Could we just stop this? I'm sick of it. We are never going to have a child when you bicker like a crazy woman and I'm-"
"A perfect prince?"
"No, for your information, I was going to say a cruel old man. But perfect prince could be interesting. Now, could you just change the curtains back to green, the walls back to silver, and the comforter? I'm quite sure if any of my other students knew I was sleeping in pink flower comforter, they might die of laughter."
"What's the magic word?"
"Stupefy? Maybe it's Avada Kedrava?"
"Severus Corelli Snape," that one came back to bite him in the ass, "you know exactly which word I'm talking about. Now, say it, or go sleep on the couch."
"Fine, please change the colors back?"
"Finite Incantem."
"You aren't a know-it-all and I thank you."
"You are slimy and greasy, though you hair could use a washing..."
"I thought we were apologizing."
"I'm sorry," Severus leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, too. Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight, Severus. Goodnight," she whispered as she fell asleep rested against his back.
"Maybe this is a new start," Severus thought just before he fell asleep.
By: Katie (Ktie Eiknlng Snape)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hermione is taken to a Death Eaters meeting, and Snape is punished for being a
traitor and must marry her.
(Did I ever say this isn't mine? Cause the characters aren't mine!)
Chapter 5
"Gods, woman, what've you done?"
"What? So I've changed it around a little bit."
"Changed…A bit?! What are you talking about? You've put flowers in my rooms!"
"Our rooms."
"I think that you should return to Gryffindor tower and stay there for a few nights."
"I think that I am quite comfortable and I shall be staying."
Severus walked over to his bed and commented, "Fine. I suppose we'll have to share the
bed."
Hermione's face dropped, "I think a trip to the Gryffindor tower is order. Goodnight, Mr.
Snape…"
"No, please, stay," he spoke with laced sarcasm.
"No, quite alright," she said starting to get out of the bed.
"Don't want to have to explain to your Gryffindork friends where you were tonight, eh?"
"And I don't want to sleep in a bed with a disgusting, old man who just wants to get his jollies
up."
"Oh, and you think I want to sleep with the Doesn't-Know-All-About-Everything annoying Gryffindor? I do believe, Hermione Snape, that you are mistaken," he said throwing back the covers and getting into bed in pajama pants.
"Where are the rest of your clothes?" She said completely disgusted.
"My clothes? Well, I prefer to sleep in the nude. Unless, of course, you want me to?"
"God, no. Keep the clothes on."
"And might I ask what your clothes happen to be?"
"For your information, this," she said pointing to her shirt, "is a tank top. And these," pointing to her shorts, "are women's boxers. I, Severus, do not prefer sleeping 'in the nude' unlike others in this room."
"Could we just stop this? I'm sick of it. We are never going to have a child when you bicker like a crazy woman and I'm-"
"A perfect prince?"
"No, for your information, I was going to say a cruel old man. But perfect prince could be interesting. Now, could you just change the curtains back to green, the walls back to silver, and the comforter? I'm quite sure if any of my other students knew I was sleeping in pink flower comforter, they might die of laughter."
"What's the magic word?"
"Stupefy? Maybe it's Avada Kedrava?"
"Severus Corelli Snape," that one came back to bite him in the ass, "you know exactly which word I'm talking about. Now, say it, or go sleep on the couch."
"Fine, please change the colors back?"
"Finite Incantem."
"You aren't a know-it-all and I thank you."
"You are slimy and greasy, though you hair could use a washing..."
"I thought we were apologizing."
"I'm sorry," Severus leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, too. Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight, Severus. Goodnight," she whispered as she fell asleep rested against his back.
"Maybe this is a new start," Severus thought just before he fell asleep.