Chapter 3: Innate Curiosity and The Muggle Cat
{A/N: I know that I have not updated this in a while but it's difficult to write when your trying not to cross characters from several different stories. I've been mostly working on Slytherin Prince SSHG so it took me some time to get back to this version of Snape for this story, I plan on completing all my works there is no abandonment in the works it's just one story takes over from time to time.}
A/N 2: This is a re-post.
My thanks to all my readers and reviewers...Enjoy-S.S.
Severus Snape's Quarters,Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Severus Snape awoke feeling a little worse for wear as he looked around his bedroom. He had not been as injured as he believed he would been given the circumstances. The last thing he recalled was the voice of his soon-to-be wife in the darkness. Apparently she had taken it upon herself to assist him once more. The Potions Master was sure now that Dumbledore had put her up to this. He scoffed at the thought of the man having this insufferable girl invade what was left of his life before he could even walk her down the isle, not that he had been in any hurry to do so. The Potions Professor attempted to sit upright in bed only to find himself wracked with terrible pain. He was not terribly injured, possibly due to the meddling witch's interference, but the stiffness was still present and it only contributed to his difficulty in movement.
"Bloody hell." he said grimacing from the pain.
His cold bare feet touched the stone below him as he made his way into the loo.
The vague memory of the little Gryffindor witch Hermione Granger being in his quarters after hours hit him as he relived himself and a frown came across his notoriously sallow pale face. It wasn't much longer before he recalled hearing the voice of equally meddlesome and absurdly pushy The Headmaster before he lost consciousness and deduced rather correctly that Dumbledore had given the young witch permission to enter his quarters freely. He rolled his eyes at the old wizard's constant prodding.
Was it not enough that he was due to marry her in less than a weeks time must she infringe upon the last of his solitude as well?
Snape found that he was dwelling on thoughts of the young witch and their impending union far too much and turned his attention to readying himself for the morning. He reached into the shower and turned on the water, letting what had been hot water, heat the morning chilled old bathroom as he did. The rising steam fogged the mirror as the pale wizard took off the pale blue boxer shorts that covered his lower body and stepped tentatively into the heated stream.
The heated stream from the shower did wonders for his tired and aching muscles as he stood letting the steady stream beat against every sore spot on his body adding the much need pressure in a bid to quell the pain. Finally at peace for the first time since his awakening, The Potions Professor sighed as the thought of his impending marriage to Hermione Granger came to mind again. He had no idea who he was going to get through this. The very idea of marriage had been something he had vowed to avoid given all that his so called parents endured in the wake of his birth and their own nuptials.
What was worse, had been the Ministry of Magic fully intention to invoke these mandatory marriages in a bid to produce more magically inclined children for future generations. They turned a blind eye to the injustices placed on those of various blood status and the brewing war between the newly returned Dark Lord's forces and those of The Order of Phoenix. Harry Potter's warnings of Voldemort's return had been dismissed by the masses as they sought new ways to improve wizarding life.
Or so they thought.
Snape believed them all too small minded to even consider the implications of their idiotic law.
He groaned softly as one of his more tender muscles came in contact with the heavy stream of warm water.
Having a child of any kind was certainly the last thing he wanted and it would be one very sure way to piss off the dark lord given his history with disapproving of Severus impregnating witches. He may have been among the death eater ranks but he was far from being worthy of Pureblood status benefits, given whom his father had been.
Still very much in the grips of his former sleep, Severus Snape began to fully appreciate his peaceful shower.
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The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Filled with concern as to how her future husband had been faring following the previous night, Hermione made her way from Gryffindor tower toward The Headmaster's office. Dumbledore had given her special permission to use his floo to reach Snape's rooms should she need to see him in private. It had been a brilliant way to keep those more interested in following her about than going along with their studies from interpreting her true motives for seeing The Potions Professor so often. She had not known that if it was because she would eventually become the dour wizard's wife or if it was simply a gesture on the part of The Headmaster to annoy Snape, but at the moment she was glad for it. She had spent most of her morning with her brain wracked with questions as to how he was doing or if he would be okay following the events of the night before. She had known that he had not had an easy life, ever since discovering that he had been a death eater and a spy for Dumbledore during her fourth year, he seemed to be a more sad and withdrawn wizard without a true place in this world to her than an imposing cruel hearted git.
Then again he did get pleasure out of tormenting them for years.
Despite her initial dislike of Snape and the desperate situation she found herself in, she still didn't want to see the man hurt in anyway.
He was after all, her future husband.
With a sigh Hermione spoke the special password that was given to her in case she couldn't reach Dumbledore for permission to enter his office.
The bushy haired Gryffindor witch entered the office and headed straight for the floo once she realized that Dumbledore had not been present. She grabbed a hand full of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. Her amber eyes watched intensively as the flames became emerald and called out her destination.
"Severus Snape's Quarters." she said with a confidence had been unknown to her before. "Slytherin Dungeons."
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Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts, Castle, Wizarding World...
Snape had been enjoying his shower a great deal but he knew that he had a scheduled to keep and soon his morning bliss would be shattered with the inevitable presence of dunderheads. Soaking in the last of his pleasant shower Snape before he turned off the water and stepped out. He sighed taking a towel and drying his lean pale frame and stepped out into the bedroom. He lazily cast a drying spell on himself leaving not a drop of water on him. He threw the towel and it landed perfectly in place on his towel rack as he made his way further into the bedroom.
He had been preoccupied with his thoughts up until that point but tensed when he felt the odd sense of someone in the room with him. Snape suddenly waved his hand and the door slammed shut startling a stunned Hermione Granger as she stood staring at him in his bare form. The amber eyes of the young Gryffindor witch widened when she went from his scared torso, which she had seen before when she and Dumbledore tended to him, down to his legs which seemed to be surprisingly strong despite his lean build. He had been impressive if she were being honest with herself, physically at least. His torso marred by scars of every kind especially on his back suggesting that he had been frequently punished for something or another.
Now visibly irate, Severus Snape stood with his arms, no longer clad in ebony, folded across his pale, moderately scarred, lean muscled chest as she brought her gaze up to his waist-line. Knowing she was getting a full view of her future husband before they were to be married. The young witch had not been able to take her eyes off the sight of his exposed and utterly impressive sized cock. He had not been the least bashful in his annoyance at this intrusion.
If anyone was to be embarrassed it was going to be her.
He was in his private rooms minding his own business when she barged in.
"See anything you like, Miss Granger?" his baritone drawl voice sounded in her ears.
Hermione couldn't find a single word to respond. She found herself still unable to tear her eyes away despite her obvious embarrassment given the situation. Sadly, her curiosity had been more alert than any sexual aspect of her young mind. Given her age and rather notoriously prudish nature, the young witch had never seen a boy's cock before let alone a man's and there wasn't a single thought given to even glimpsing one let alone one that belonged to the dour Potion Professor, whom would become her husband in less than a week's time.
"Eyes up here, Miss Granger." said Snape glaring at the young bushy haired witch.
Hermione's amber eyes met the impervious gaze of her Potions Professor. Her cheeks had done red at the sight of his face and the images of his body still fresh in her mind, not to mention the shock of having stared for so long. She was not an unruly or randy witch...it was merely intriguing to see a man so shrouded by mystery so openly exposed and so much more handsome despite his abrasive personality and wicked tongue than she or anyone else ever could have imagined.
"Why are you in my private quarters?" he asked seemingly testy as if he had not still been completely naked before her very eyes.
"I-I...I wanted to see if you were doing well." she replied in a bid to find her own train of thought. "Y-You seemed to have been hurt pretty badly the previous night and when I left...well I didn't see you at breakfast so naturally...I assumed you'd be here although I feared in what condition."
Snape scoffed.
This bloody witch was already becoming bothersome.
"As you can see Miss Granger, I am doing quite well." he said not at all done with the venom behind his tone. "No doubt a certain old meddling fool gave you a means to enter my private rooms."
Hermione gave him an innocent smile. She had not wanted to betray Dumbledore but Snape had already known far more about him and his intentions than she could have ever hoped to gauge.
Snape continued to glare at her icily.
"In the future, I suggest that you take care to exercise caution when entering my private chambers." he said his voice still conveying his barely concealed rage at her intrusion. "I can and will start taking off house points for violation of my privacy."
Hermione looked down at her feet recalling in that instant that Snape had still been her Professor.
"Y-Yes, Sir." she said feeling a little silly addressing the naked man as "Sir."
As she spoke she couldn't help but find eyes had drifted back to below incredibly lean his waist-line.
"Surely Miss Granger, you have heard of the muggle saying depicting what becomes of a cat when lead by insatiable curiosity." said Snape with an arched eyebrow.
Hermione's eyes shot back to his face in a brief moment of panic.
"Y-Yes, Sir." she said again unsure why she had been unable to say anything more at the moment.
"Good." replied Snape still glaring rather murderously at the young fool witch. "You will do well to remember that."
Hermione nodded this time unable to trust her voice as she found it difficult to swallow.
"You may go now, Miss Granger." he said in a bored tone. "And don't let me catch you participating in idle gossip about my anatomy...loss of house points will be the least of your worries."
Hermione took one last look at the naked Potion Professor and her cheeks turned bright red.
Snape rolled his eyes and waved his hand sending her packing with a rush of wandless magic.
So much for his peaceful morning.
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The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Hermione ran as fast as she could until she was a safe distance from the dungeons before she was over come with a fit of giggling that could only be likened to that of a school girl such as herself.
The image of the intimidating Potion Professor being stripped naked in her mind had only served to make it worse.
She fought to catch her breath as she imagined him again.
The size of him had been well beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Ever the curious sort, despite what Snape had told her about the muggle cat saying, she ventured off to the library to read up on what she could discover about the male anatomy.
She wasn't sure if every man looked like that beneath their trousers or if any of the school boys had, but she was curious to see if the way he looked had been any sort of normal given that they were to be wed and there was still so much about the physical aspect of marriage that puzzled her. She wished that she could speak to someone about this even gain experience from an impartial female perspective. Her mother or at the very least Ginny Weasley would have both been good choices but the fact that she had to keep the secret of why she had a sudden interest in wizard's wands so to speak had been the only thing keeping her from seeking out their guidance.
Sadly, books were all she had to go by as per the usual. As the young witch made her way toward the library, her mind was flooded with images of her husband to be.
Head of Slytherin House indeed.
No wonder Snape never had any real weight on him it must have all gone to his seemingly massive cock.
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Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Snape rolled his eyes after the young witch had left him.
Foolish girl.
He had no time to have his thoughts consumed by her any more than they already had been.
There was a strict lesson in the works for the 5th and 6th year classes in preparation for their advancement to Advanced Potions class for their 7th year. A new train load of 1st year dunderheads was making it's way to Hogwarts and he would have to go about the process of drilling fear of him into their minds. Later he had to discuss his up coming marriage with Lucius Malfoy and ask him to attend.
To top it off, he would have to save Harry Potter from whatever idiotic mess the unruly boy stepped into.
If all that wasn't enough, he was to report to the dark lord and then Dumbledore all while feeling the noose tie around him with his impending marriage to a bushy haired Gryffindor chit.
"And here I thought this had been such a pleasant morning." he said out loud to no one in particular.
With a weary sigh leaving him the only sound in the morning chilled bedroom, he waved his wand over his body and in an instant he was fully dressed in his trademark attire ready to strike fear in the hearts of the many witches and wizards that attended Hogwarts.
With the last few days of his bachelorhood dwindling, Snape stepped out of his private quarters and into the corridors.
Another long day was ahead of him, but he had a bit of amusement in the form of his future wife becoming unnerved at the sight of him without his trademark attire.
Perhaps, it is not all a lost cause. He reasoned mentally.