A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club November
Liza's Loves: 21- Oscar Wilde - Write about someone making a deal or wish. Alt: Write about someone shallow
Word Count: 535
"Good morning!" Hermione chirped happily. Severus lifted his head from the pillows. Hermione was already awake and sipping something from a gold mug. He suspected it was coffee.
"What's so good about it?" he grumbled. Hermione smiled, setting her mug on her nightstand.
"It's the beginning of term, remember?"
"Exactly why it is not a good morning, my love." Severus tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but found his pillows had been banished elsewhere. Hermione was standing over him, her wand in her hand.
"Severus, you promised. No complaining on the first day. Give the students a week before you decide they're all idiots who don't deserve your time," Hermione stated giving him a kiss. He returned it wondering if he could convince her to claim they were both sick and wouldn't be teaching today. He didn't think she would go for that idea though.
"Why did I make that stupid promise?" he grumbled sitting up. He pulled the blankets off and sighed.
"Because you love me? And I kind of bet Professor McGonagall that I could keep you from insulting the students for a week? You want me to win, don't you?" Hermione asked giving Severus a wide eyed look. He shook his head at her. She still was unable to call most of the professors by their first names.
"Fine, one week. Now, have you seen my black robe?"
"Which one?" she asked raising an eyebrow. She was already dressed in set of sapphire blue robes, her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she looked every bit the professor she was.
"The one that will strike fear in their hearts and hopefully some sense into their heads," Severus answered dryly getting out of the bed.
"Hanging on the back of your closet door. Your wand is polished and on your nightstand, and the dragon hide books you ordered haven't arrived yet," she answered. Severus nodded giving her a look. She only organized his things when she was stressed or worried about something. He had a fairly good idea what had her stressed this time.
"Ready for your first day teaching alone?" he finally asked. She nodded slowly, but he could see the uncertainty in her brown eyes. She had been apprenticing Professor Vector for the last two years. This was the year she took over the arithimancy classes.
"I think so, I mean, I hope so, I mean, I'm not sure," she whispered.
"You will do fine, Hermione, and if any of those little dunderheads give you trouble, I could always..."
"You promised, one week," she muttered. He gave her a smirk.
"And lose the bet I made with Minerva myself?" he asked. She glared at him and levitated a pillow at him. It hit him in the back of the head. He laughed turning to face her.
"See, you will do absolutely fine teaching. Merlin knows how you put up with me," he added.
"I love you, that's how."
"I love you too. You will do fine," he stated dressing and leaving the room, his robes billowing. She snorted wondering exactly how he did that, and if he knew just how much it attracted her attention.