Chapter 36: The Futility Of Resistance
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Snape's Classroom, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
An intense reflection of irritation seemed to make itself known behind the familiar obsidian gaze of Potions Professor Severus S. Snape as he found himself glaring along the rows of desks and cleared away by retreating students as they made their way out of his class as quickly as their collective legs could carry them, before his focus became fixated upon a certain unruly haired girl with amber eyes and dressed in Gryffindor colors whom had seemingly elected to stay behind after stealing glances at him the entire lesson. As much as he wanted to hex the little chit, he had been profoundly curious as to what she was so intent on discussing with him that she elected to skip travelling to her next class with her precious friends in a bid to get him alone.
It had only been a few hours since he last had her clinging to him as his cock invaded her warm depths and her voice rang out in his ears signaling her well hidden desires when it came to physical passion. Snape rolled his eyes as he attempted to turn his attention back to the newly collected stacks of parchment that were now covering more than half his desk once the latest lesson of the day had reached it's conclusion.
Once the last of the other students had cleared the classroom, Hermione took it upon herself to close and ward the door before turning her attention back to her Potions Professor husband.
"Severus, I still need to speak with you." she said determined to get him to hear her this time.
Snape seemed to tense when she approached him. He briefly looked around the ensure none of the other students had lingered, at least not intentionally given whom he had been. He narrowed his obsidian gaze at the young witch whom had the gall to address him via his first name in his own classroom.
A wave of his hand saw to the door slamming shut and a heavy ward and a silencing charm had saw to them having all the privacy they needed before he had gone on a tirade due to her provocative behavior. He had not wished to discuss their latest encounters, they were simply a means of his relieving stress and considering he couldn't venture out to do so without raising suspicion he figured she'd been just as good a means of distraction as any.
"While I am well aware that our marriage puts you in a rather peculiar position, given that you are both my Professor and a spy for the order of phoenix, I will not be used to sate your lust just because I am wearing a wedding band." said Hermione with her amber eyes narrowed as if she'd been having a discussion with either Harry or Ron over their perceived insensitivity to her needs.
Snape looked down at her, not in the least intimidated by her rage nor impressed by her gall.
"Is there a point to this little intrusion Miss Granger or is this another attempt of yours to validate yourself in your own eyes, as I am not so easily swayed into agreeing with your need to have an unsavory outburst like your little friends." replied Snape in a snide tone.
"I am a person." said Hermione still determined to get her point across. "Not some object you use for your sexual pleasure and discard whenever you've finished!"
Snape walked toward his desk, dropping down into his seat with a look of utter indifference filed across his sallow pale face. He sat back against the cooled black leather and tossed the parchments he'd collected back onto the surface of the desk.
There was a period of longstanding silence, as if he'd been attempting to intimidate her into changing her stance concerning his recent behavior, but she had been keen on standing her ground knowing full well that his antics would only get worse if she were to back down now. She wished to make it clear to him that despite their marriage being made as a necessity to keep her alive, she was still a human being with feelings and thoughts of her own.
Snape noted her refusal to let this matter go and rolled his eyes.
"Very well, Miss Granger." he said glaring at her and feeling an increase in his annoyance. "I shall only bed you if there is dire need...now if you don't mind...I have work to do and this conversation is of no use to me."
Hermione had not actually wished for him not to act as if he'd been her husband, but wanted to be treated with respect.
"That's not..." she began.
"You are dismissed Miss Granger, unless you'd like to discuss the detention you will be serving for interrupting me after class?" he said cutting her off.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"What?" she asked in disbelief. "How does speaking with you about your callous behavior get me detention?"
"Would you care to make it two weeks?" asked Snape with an arched brow.
Hermione wanting nothing more than to hex the wizard for his cold demeanor when it came to her request but thought better of it. He seemed to know where her thoughts were headed and simply glared at her in a daring fashion before she hastily took her leave of him. He was down right impossible it seemed and she began to question the appeal behind selecting him to be her husband.
Once she had gone, slamming the door rather violently behind her following a low muttering of "insensitive git"on her way out, Snape sat alone in his classroom. His wish was to be as far away from the young witch as possible and still he could not seem to get a moment's peace from her constant presence.