CHAPTER 18

SNAPE QUARTERS

BEDROOM

She uncovered the blanket off her face and blinked her eyes, trying to register where she was. There were no windows to tell her if it was even morning or night. She rubbed the sleep off her eyes as she got up, still not quite sure of where she was or why she was there. She vaguely remembered being angry at Snape and apparating to Granger's residence. Why was she still remembering Snape as her husband?

Wait a minute! That wasn't yesterday! That was day before yesterday!

Yesterday….

Oh Gosh! The lunar eclipse!

Now she remembered. The Dis-Enervate spell!

How long was she out? She really hoped it wasn't long.

Now, where the hell was Snape? Was he safe? If he was, he was going to regret it!

She walked out of the bedroom to the sitting room.

SITTING ROOM

"Missy?"

The house-elf jerked and turned to look at her.

"Mrs. Snape. Morning is good. Shall I bring breakfast?"

"Good morning, Missy. Do you know where Mr. Snape is? Is he safe?"

"Mr. Snape told Missy tell Mrs. Snape. Mr. Snape is safe. He in Great Hall for breakfast."

"Thank you, Missy," she said, gritting her teeth in determination.

"Mrs. Snape, what breakfast?"

"I think I will eat in the Great Hall, Missy, Thank you," said Hermione, in an unusually low voice.

GREAT HALL

He took a deep breath before walking through the pair of double doors of the Great Hall.

The Hall went immediately silent as all the heads turned to look at him.

Great! Even his death glare didn't make them turn away.

He turned his glare to the Great Table and saw that the teachers also looked at him with the same amusement.

He scowled as he walked his way to the Table, all the while fixing his gaze at his chair and nowhere else.

For the first time, he counted his steps, trying to distract himself from their gazes.

He didn't trust himself not to hex them all.

Quietly, he glided into his chair next to Minvera and looked up as the silence broke into giggles.

Even the Slytherins were snorting in amusement.

He put his head in his hands as his elbows rested in the table comfortably and sighed.

Could this get any worse?

"When did you start wearing lipstick?" asked Minvera, leaning over.

"What?" he asked alarmed, looking up at her.

She smirked and looked pointedly at his lips.

He closed his eyes, his hands covering his face, in defeat.

Of course! The kiss! How did he forget?

Great! This couldn't get any more worse, could it?

"SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE!"

He shook his head and sighed. It just did.

All heads turned to see a very angry looking Hermione standing at the entrance of the hall.

To make things more worse, she was wearing his white shirt, cuffs folded up loosely just below the elbow and his pants, which seemed to fit her just right.

Why was she wearing his clothes?

Suddenly that was not the problem anymore as she took long strides to the table, her loose hair bellowing behind her.

Yup, she was definitely Mrs. Snape!

He got up and went in front of the table, just as she reached him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his stern eyes warning her from doing anything stupid.

She took quick angry breaths, her teeth gritted in anger as she looked around for a weapon of attack.

"Give me that juice," she practically snatched it from a poor Hufflepuff and threw it straight at her wide eyed husband.

"Miss. Granger!" he shouted as he closed his eyes to ease the sting of the pumpkin juice on his eyes.

Before he could recover, she looked around for another one.

He rubbed the juice off his face and caught her hand.

"What is wrong with you?" he shouted.

"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? You have the nerve to ask me that? You…You…argh…" she yanked her hands free of him.

He took his wand and quickly cast a drying spell on himself.

"You know very well what you did last night, Mr. Snape."

"Great! You better give more explanation, before these dunderheads think things they shouldn't," he said irritated.

"How could you?"

"That isn't explaining anything."

"You…you…you…" she snatched another glass of juice. But this time Snape was quick enough, as he caught her hand, the juice falling on her instead and on a quick twirl her hands were behind her back and she wasn't facing him anymore.

She struggled with her back to him.

"Let me go!"

"Not until you promise not to pour juice on me!"

"Fine, let me go!"

He let her go and she turned to face him, her juice spilled shirt clinging on to her.

Seeing her like that, especially with her red bra, clearly visible, Snape felt the heat rise in his veins.

"Go to the room," he said, hoping his control didn't snap.

"Not. Without. You," she said, stressing each word.

He gritted his teeth and pulled her along with him as he made way to exit the Hall sighing at the laughter that erupted in the Hall.

DUNGEON

Neither of them uttered one word as he pulled her along with him, she struggling to keep up speed with him.

Once they entered the dungeon, he flung her into the empty classroom, before locking the door.

"What the hell was that? Why did you make such a scene?"

"To teach you not to Dis-Enervate me."

"For that?" he asked unbelievingly, taking a step closer to her.

"You had the nerve to Dis-Enervate me and go off like a hero, when I was worried about you."

"Ya! Now you give the explanation," he spat.

"I don't care what others think," she mumbled, crossing her hands on her chest, drawing attention to herself.

"Why on earth did you come parading there in my clothes?"

"For your information, my clothes are in the Manor. And since I knew you were safe, I took time to change out of my wrinkled robes."

"Into my shirt?"

"No. Into my husband's shirt," she said, sending him a piercing look.

His gaze unconsciously traveled along the concealed curves of his wet shirt. He snapped back to reality as she cleared her throat. He grew red at being caught staring.

"I…I was worried," she said slowly, her fury all gone.

He sighed, "I know. I'm sorry. I had to do it."

"Can you please stop doing it?"

He looked at her worry driven eyes contemplating on how to say no, without hurting her further.

"For me?" she asked, taking his hand between hers.

He saw the care and concern in her eyes and trembled. This was emotion he was not used to.

"Please?" she asked again.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of warmth through him. A tingling warmth that told him to live; to live for the eyes in front of him.

Gulping down the feeling, he nodded and gave her a tight-lipped smile.

A smile, with no hint of sarcasm.

"Really?" she eyes widened in excitement. She let go of his hand and clasped her hands in glee.

She flung herself at him, surprising him with her hug, "Thank you so much," she said against his ear.

He allowed himself to embrace her. She giggled and turned to his side and placed a wet kiss on his cheek, which trailed to his ear lobe.

"Witch," he hissed, his grip around her waist growing tighter.

She cupped his face and placed her lips on his. He moaned against her mouth, as she pressed herself against him. His hands found way beneath her shirt and trailed upwards. He gave a gentle squeeze just below the swell of her breasts. In a surge of overwhelming pleasure, she moaned and bit his tongue. He felt himself growing wild with desire, as he pushed her behind against the wall. Her hands clutched his robes and he deepened the kiss. She gasped against his mouth, when she felt his growing affection for her.

Just as both their desire intensified, they heard the bell go and both of them broke apart reluctantly, panting for breath.

She smiled at his irritated curse.

"I guess it is time for your class."

"And for your office, I suppose?"

She nodded as she straightened his shirt.

"I will see tonight then?" he asked with a smirk.

"I guess," she said, hiding her excitement.

"Good day, Mrs. Snape."

"Good day, Mr. Snape," she said before rising on her tip toes to place a quick peck on his lips and turning away, totally forgetting to tell him to put some glamour on his lips.

(TO BE CONTINUED)