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Chapter 10: The morning after

Severus rolled over in his bed, like every morning. That particular dawn, however, his body had failed to remember that his wife was sleeping next to him; snoring gently like the angel she was.

"Miss Granger," he said while caressing her arm with one finger only, "Wake up."

What a wonderful way to start the day. To open one's eyes and catch a first glimpse of the person one loves the most, of the person one wants the most, it's one of God's greatest treasures. For Hermione, waking up with the sight of Severus Snape would have meant nothing two weeks ago, but her husband- the man that had ripped away her innocence hours ago, the man that had touched her most intimate places- was able to wake the animal instincts, those which she ignored that she possessed.

She yawned in a very sensual way, in response to his sweet touches and strong voice. He remained still and stiff, completely aroused by her every move.

"Good morning, Miss Granger," he said formally, getting up from the four poster bed in which he had consummated his marriage, trying hard not to think about her erotic yawn. As he stood, Hermione recalled the events that had taken place the night before. She felt sticky and swelled between her legs; it hurt. Nonetheless, she had enjoyed every minute. He had placed kisses all over her body, making her moan with pleasure. A pleasure she never knew existed.

He got up and walked towards the door. He was wearing no clothes, a fact that caught Hermione's attention at once. His bottom and his back were so perfectly sculpted that Hermione smiled at the prospect of having such a handsome husband; her master in many fields other than potions.

"Professor Snape, may I ask where you are going?" she inquired, her body weight fully resting on her elbows.

"To work, Miss Granger," he said, while wrapping his lower half with a black towel. He was lying, of course. He was searching for an excuse to get out of there; he needed to get some fresh air. He had a wife, he should get used to her presence and he did not like the idea. He did not like it at all.

Don't get Severus wrong. He had nothing against Hermione Granger, apart from the fact that she was a Gryffindor know-it-all and friend of Harry Potter. But his chambers were of his personal domain and he hated the thought of sharing it with someone forever. He did not like the word forever. The future is uncertain, indeed. Human beings cannot discuss something that may never exist.

"Today is Sunday, Professor," she said, smiling gently. She had no idea of what to say, or how to act in front of a man that had dug so deep into her body, into her soul. She had felt a connection between them last night. A special bond united them, the bond of marriage… could it have also been the bond of love?

"I know, Miss Granger. But I do have responsibilities of my own, even on Sunday mornings. If you'll excuse me," he said, holding his towel firmer, as he had no robes. No robes meant, for Severus at that moment, no dignity.

He was about to open the bathroom door and take a cold shower, when a voice spoke from the green flames.

"Severus, old boy, where are you going? Don't you think it inappropriate for a husband to leave his life alone the morning after their wedding?" It was Albus Dumbledore the owner of the head floating in the air.

"Headmaster, as I said in Fudge's office, Miss Granger and I are not in love. This marriage is, thus, not real," he said, while grabbing his towel even tighter.

"Severus, I trusted your every word at Fudge's office. But, then again, I find it quite suspicious that every time I pop into your Chambers I stumble on a naked couple after a long session of love making," the wise old man said from the fire.

"Sir, I can assure you that the only reason I coped with Miss Granger's presence in the first place, was because you requested so. You know perfectly well that I do not fancy mentally unstable girls," he finished, his tone of voice cold as ice. He dared not look at Hermione, who was staring intently back at him with hatred in her eyes. How cruel could he be?

"Severus, she is now your wife. It matters not whether I think you exchanged a physical relationship with Miss Granger before your marriage. She is your wife now," he reprovingly said, speaking directly to Severus.

"I am aware of the fact," he said icily, his nose up in the air.

"Perfect. Because I am sending you both away," he confessed the real motive behind his visit, "The school needs to be prepared for your marriage. We need to elaborate a proper strategy. We cannot afford to make mistakes and, moreover, I think you deserve a break after the recent events," he said, smiling kindly.

"Of course, Headmaster. I will send a letter to my parents, telling them about my visit," she said, nodding towards the fire like the perfect pupil she was. Severus rolled his eyes.

"I think the Headmaster means that we should take a break together," he explained, rolling his eyes once again, "Really, Miss Granger, how did you manage to get such a high grade in your Potion's final? Have you been speaking to Longbottom lately?" he joked, a sarcastic smiled plastered in his face.

"Severus, that's enough," Dumbledore shouted, his voice echoed through the room.

"I apologize, Miss Granger," he said meaninglessly. She nodded. She could only nod.

"Severus, I think you had failed to accept the fact that this marriage, fake as it may sound to you, is real. And you will have to cope with Miss Granger for as long as you live," he sentenced.

"No, Headmaster. I will live with her for as long as it is necessary. Yes, it is true. I am her husband forever, but just in paper," he explained, his face red with anger. Dumbledore said nothing. His head remained there, smiling through the green flames.

"You are going away all the same," he simply said, after a while of silence, "I advise you to choose a location quickly and leave as soon as possible, do I make myself clear?" he asked, looking at the couple above his half moon spectacles.

"Of course, Headmaster," they both said at the same time. He smiled again, and without saying goodbye, as quickly as he had come he was gone.

"Miss Granger, you can choose the place," he said, while turning the doorknob to the right in order to take his twice postponed shower.

"Professor Snape," she said, "I cannot do it. I am mentally unstable, have you forgotten?" she asked, from under the covers.

"Miss Granger!" he shouted, trying to express the anger he was feeling at the moment, but he stopped as soon as he had started when she pulled the blood stained sheets to her side, revealing her naked body. She stood up, and walked to where he was, and standing in her toes she whispered into his ear:

"I think I will take a shower. I am very dirty."

And placing her hand on his, she opened the door and entered the bathroom, leaving Severus Snape aroused, shocked and bathless.