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Taking MAtters
"Way to go Ginny!" called Pavarati
"Down in one WHOO HOO!" Padma cheered.
Hermione sat back and watched her best friend down a shot of fire whiskey in one swift movement, slam the glass upside down on the table and throw her long red hair back.
"Whoa!" Her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny. "I haven't done that since fifth year!" She coughed and looked to Hermione. "Well, What's your dare?"
"I didn't know I had to have one!"
"It's my hen night! You are my Matron of Honour! Your dare is SUPPOSED to be the worst one!"
Hermione shrugged. "I didn't think of anything."
Ginny glared at Hermione. "On YOUR hen night I made you"¦"
"Don't remind me of that."
"I made you suck on the bar man's toes."
"Yes and his feet were sweaty. UGHHH! Severus was livid."
"How is tall dark and broody?" Pavarati asked.
"Unn nunnn you lot, Hermione needs to dare Ginny," Padma admonished. "It's Ginny's last Friday night of freedom and we need to make it one she will never forget. Speaking of which we are all too sober, more drinks!" and she got up and left the table.
"Yup before she gets tied down." Pavarati giggled into her glass.
"Oh no, I tie Harry down my dears." Ginny gave a saucy wink.
Hermione spat her drink out all over the table. "Ginny! Please!"
"Well it is true. Sticks and stones may break my bones"¦"
"But whips and chains excite me!" Padma finished as she handed everyone a fresh drink.
"Still;" Hermione's face was bright red. "I don't need to hear about you perversions." She grabbed her drink and scowled into it.
Padma laughed, "Someone hasn't been getting enough!"
"Snape suck in the sack?" Pavarati taunted.
"Nope, he doesn't - that's her problem." The sisters started cackling to each other.
Hermione had been through enough and decided to give Ginny a dare. One Hermione's husband would be proud of.
The door to the pub had opened and Neville Longbottom walked in. Neville was probably here to check up on Pavarati, a complete violation of hen night rules, that made him a target. Now it was time to make the girls pay.
Hermione was actually quite pleased with her sudden inspiration as she transfigured one of the empty shot glasses into an apple.
"Now shut up you two." Hermione glared at them with a look worthy of Severus. "My dare for Ginny is," she held up the apple, "to eat this apple. Without using her hands."
"Oh that's too easy," Padma interrupted.
"But, she has to share it with the next bloke to walk up to the table." As Hermione finished her statement she put the apple in front of the bride to be and Ginny paled. Neville had just walked up to the table and was looking at the four women with a silly grin on his face.
"No hands Ginny." Hermione smirked into her glass.
**********
"Is it really that bad Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Is what really that bad?" Hermione stuck her fork into the salad in front of her.
It was three days until the wedding between Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. Ginny and her matron of honour were having a quiet lunch together before Ginny went to her final fitting.
"Sex with Snape."
"Ginny! Please quit calling him that! He does have a first name."
"Well is sex with Severus all that bad then?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. ve bve been together a long time now, really we don't focus on"¦"
"I knew it! Hermione, when was the last time you had an orgasm?"
Hermione's face turned bright red and she tried to hide behind her busy hair. "Virginia Weasley!"
"Well Hermione Snape?"
"I'm not going to answer that in such a public place. Really the cheek!" She stabbed at her salad with her fork, occasionally throwing angry glares at her best friend.
Ginny sat back and looked at her friend. Hermione Snape, neé
Grainger was hunched over her Caesar salad (no dressing) wearing a lumpy burgundy jumper and ragged pair of jeans.
Her hair was wild and untamed, and not in that sexy 'I've just been shagged within an inch of my life' way. No it was more like the "˜I have bad genetics and I don't give a rat's ass what I look like' kind of way.
No, Hermione wassex sex goddess at all. In fact, Ginny thought Hermione had probably never had an orgasm.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?" her bushy haired friend glowered at her through her mane.
"How did you and Snape, er, Severus wind up together?"
"Well you know. We got really close during the final days of the war."
"Yes," Ginny waved her hand, urging Hermione to go on.
"And it just worked."
With a puzzled look on her face Ginny asked, "It just worked?"
Hermione blushed. "We just started seeing so much of each other that everyone assumed we were an item."
"Were you?"
"I guess we were." She shrugged.
Ginny sighed. "Hermione, what is this? You are being way too passive about this!"
"Passive about what? I love Severus. Somewhere along the line we fell in love: it's a quiet love, subtle, like Severus himself. I love him and I am married to him, how passive is that?"
"You are being passive about sex." Ginny said as she leaned forward. "He has never made you come, and you are ok with that. That is being passive."
"How do YOU know?" Hermione started to get stubborn. "I could be the recipient of mind blowing sex every night."
"Nope, you're lying."
"How do you know?"
"Hermione, sweetie, I know the look of a satisfied woman and hon: you ain't got it."
Ginny got up and paid for their meals left the cafe. She tried to lighten the mood and get Hermione to relax.
"Let's try your dress on too, ok?"
Hermione was still sulking when they walked into the shop. Ginny's dress and robe were set out ready for her to try on. Hermione just sat back and thought about what Ginny had said.
She and Severus were happy, in a companionable way. They could talk about everything and she understood his sarcastic sense of humour. He in turn was able to get her dry wit and didn't glaze over if she spoke using words of more than three syllables. Together they made a good team, and so what if the sex was lousy. Hermione didn't feel as if she was lacking.
Or did she?
Sitting here watching Ginny try on her wedding dress, remembering the jibes and comments from the week before Hermione wondered.
Severus wasn't the most sexually experienced of wizards, and she knew her experiences were limited as well. In fact aside from the fumbling she received from Ron in her sixth year, Severus had been her only sexual partner ever.
Ginny was satisfied the outfit did her justice and called out to Hermione.
"C'mon, let's try yours now." Ginny pulled the thoughtful witch to her feet.
"Ginny, please."
"Nope, I want to see how it looks on you! You've been keeping to that diet I want to make sure all that effort has been worth it."
"The diet hasn't helped at all Ginny, I still look like a flesh coloured pear with frizzy brown hair," Hermione allowed herself to be put into the blue dress and robe.
"Nonsense! It is perfect on you." Ginny lifted Hermione's hair and twisted it tight before holding it to the back of her head.
"Your hair could be so wonderful Hermione, Why don't you do something with it?"
"Ginny I live in a dungeon. No matter what I do, my hair will wind up busy and fuzzy."
"Why don't you give yourself a trim?"
"Tried that."
"Why not an undercut? Shave a layer or two cloo yoo your scalp. It would make all the difference. Really."
"Maybe." Hermione turned, and looked at her reflection. She like the look of her bare neck and the way having her hair up lifted her face. "But if I did shave I doubt I could put my hair up at all. I need to when I help Severus with his potions."
"If the undercut is done right you will be able to pull it up loosely." Ginny started playing a bit more with Hermione's hair. Her engagement ring soon got caught up in the curls and snagged.
"OUCH! Look Ginny, just leave it!" Hermione snapped. "I am happy enough with my life, please quit trying to live vicariously through me."
She got undressed and threw the clothes at the sales girl. "Severus and I are fine! I will see you Friday night!" She stormed out of the shop leaving the sales girl looking at Ginny with a shocked expression.
The future Mrs Potter knew her friend well. She had seen the look in Hermione's eyes when her hair was pulled up. Ginny looked out of the window to see a bushy haired woman walk into Flourish and Botts with a determined scowl on her face.
Yes, Mrs Snape had decided to take matters into her own hands.
******
"˜The nerve of that Virginia Weasley!' Hermione thought as she stalked into their private rooms with a large basket of books floating behind her. "˜Silly girl, first claiming I don't know anything about good sex, then insulting my hair!' she touched the back of her head.
"She didn't need to pull it!" Hermione snarled and she grabbed the basket. "That was just childish." Hermione started picking books out of the basket and slamming them down on to her desk.
"Oh dear, someone has rattled your cage." A silky smooth voice interrupted Hermione's fuming, "now I am going to be at the receiving end of your sharp tongue." Severus walked into the room. "So much for my evening of quiet reading."
"Alas my dear husband," Hermione scowled. "You will have a quiet evening. I have some reading to do. So you can stop with the martyr act."
"Hello to you too." He walked past her dropping a casual kiss on the top of her hair. The gesture was enough to soothe her temper a little and Hermione was able to look at her husband with a smile.
"Dinner in the great hall tonight?" she asked.
Severus nodded and took off his teaching robe, dropping it on the floor in a heap. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to pick it up. "How was the lesson?" she asked trying to start a conversation, though he didn't respond.
It was very difficult to get Severus to relax. His mind was often on many things and he never really focussed on anything apart from his work. She waited silently for a few minutes before asking him about his day again.
"How was the lesson?" she repeated.
"Unn" he snarled looking about the piles of papers on his desk.
"That good?"
"Now Mrs Snape," Severus looked at her though his greasy hair. "Why are you pestering me with these silly questions. I am sure you would much prefer to dig into those tomes you brought home than talk to me."
"On the contrary Professor Snape," Hermione walked up to his desk. "I would like to talk to my husband for a few minutes before going upstairs to dinner. If I were to open one of my tomes now, I would have to set it aside before going upstairs to eat. I also thought I would perform my conjugal duty by speaking to you so you don't go and tell me I am neglecting you." She slung his robe over her arm and nodded to the pile of papers he was looking through. "What are you looking for?"
"A seventh year student's study on the properties of maple wood in a potion."
"Seventh year papers aren't on your desk Severus, they are in the second drawer of your cabinet."
"Well yes, it would be normally, but as I was reading it last night"¦"
"In bed."
"As I was reading it last night IN BED, it would be here on my desk."
"No, I put it in the cabinet this morning after I removed it from your pillow."
"Ah" Severus turned around and opened his cabinet. After he shuffled a few pages he found it. "Bloody simplistic this essay, but what can you expect from a Hufflepuff?"
"Yes," Hermione left the mess on his desk as it was and moved to her favourite chair. Severus was now engrossed in covering the parchment in red ink and Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to speak to him until dinner.
She slung the black teaching robe over the back of her chair and sat down. Dinner would be served shortly and she didn't understand why Severus needed to mark that esjustjust at that moment, but she had learnt not to ask. Instead of voicing her thoughts she just watched him work at his desk.
Contrary to what others believed and she herself once thought, Severus Snape didn't delight in tormenting his students. He just could not tolerate time wasters or stupidity. Watching him sneer at some of the words on the page she cringed inwardly. The poor Hufflepuff was in for it. She could clearly remember reading his remarks made on essays written by her half-hearted peer years ago.
Severus was an exacting tutor and he expected the best from his pupils. He expected them to live up to the standards he had imposed upon himself at that age. His heart and mind were solely in his work. His mind was so full of essays and marks, potions and such that he never really thought about humdrum domestic matters.
Before Hermione had moved in Severus' rooms were disordered and chaotic with piles of clothes everywhere, weighed down with books. The only ordered area was that around his potions bench; and that was meticulous.
Once she had tried to dust around his bench and he nearly ripped her head off. Since then she left it well alone. His reaction that day made her understand why the house elves avoided these rooms.
Now, though, they were allowed in as far as the main office and sitting rooms. Hermione was no domestic goddess and was often so immersed in her own work that she ignored the basic household maintenance as well, but as her friends did drop by occasionally she had persuaded Severus to let the house elves in some of the more public rooms to keep appearances up.
A little bell just beside the fireplace rang, calling Hermione out of her reflection, though its ringing didn't disturb Severus in theghteghtest; Hermione knew it wouldn't.
She picked up his robe and walked behind the crowed desk.
"Severus, time for dinner." She said touching his right arm, stopping his quill.
Severus looked up from the page with an angry scowl for being interrupted. "I am in the middle of a thought," he hissed.
One time the look in those dark eyes would have cowed her, but Hermione Snape had seen her husband like this too many time to be phased by it. "Good," she said, "Don't finish it, that way you can pick it up after dinner." Hermione held out his robe. "I am hungry and it is too late to ask for something to be brought to us. Now come on."
"Bossy wench." Severus gave her a dark look as he put on his robe.
"Forgetful wretch." She countered gleefully and took his left arm. "Time for dinner."
"Down in one WHOO HOO!" Padma cheered.
Hermione sat back and watched her best friend down a shot of fire whiskey in one swift movement, slam the glass upside down on the table and throw her long red hair back.
"Whoa!" Her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny. "I haven't done that since fifth year!" She coughed and looked to Hermione. "Well, What's your dare?"
"I didn't know I had to have one!"
"It's my hen night! You are my Matron of Honour! Your dare is SUPPOSED to be the worst one!"
Hermione shrugged. "I didn't think of anything."
Ginny glared at Hermione. "On YOUR hen night I made you"¦"
"Don't remind me of that."
"I made you suck on the bar man's toes."
"Yes and his feet were sweaty. UGHHH! Severus was livid."
"How is tall dark and broody?" Pavarati asked.
"Unn nunnn you lot, Hermione needs to dare Ginny," Padma admonished. "It's Ginny's last Friday night of freedom and we need to make it one she will never forget. Speaking of which we are all too sober, more drinks!" and she got up and left the table.
"Yup before she gets tied down." Pavarati giggled into her glass.
"Oh no, I tie Harry down my dears." Ginny gave a saucy wink.
Hermione spat her drink out all over the table. "Ginny! Please!"
"Well it is true. Sticks and stones may break my bones"¦"
"But whips and chains excite me!" Padma finished as she handed everyone a fresh drink.
"Still;" Hermione's face was bright red. "I don't need to hear about you perversions." She grabbed her drink and scowled into it.
Padma laughed, "Someone hasn't been getting enough!"
"Snape suck in the sack?" Pavarati taunted.
"Nope, he doesn't - that's her problem." The sisters started cackling to each other.
Hermione had been through enough and decided to give Ginny a dare. One Hermione's husband would be proud of.
The door to the pub had opened and Neville Longbottom walked in. Neville was probably here to check up on Pavarati, a complete violation of hen night rules, that made him a target. Now it was time to make the girls pay.
Hermione was actually quite pleased with her sudden inspiration as she transfigured one of the empty shot glasses into an apple.
"Now shut up you two." Hermione glared at them with a look worthy of Severus. "My dare for Ginny is," she held up the apple, "to eat this apple. Without using her hands."
"Oh that's too easy," Padma interrupted.
"But, she has to share it with the next bloke to walk up to the table." As Hermione finished her statement she put the apple in front of the bride to be and Ginny paled. Neville had just walked up to the table and was looking at the four women with a silly grin on his face.
"No hands Ginny." Hermione smirked into her glass.
**********
"Is it really that bad Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Is what really that bad?" Hermione stuck her fork into the salad in front of her.
It was three days until the wedding between Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. Ginny and her matron of honour were having a quiet lunch together before Ginny went to her final fitting.
"Sex with Snape."
"Ginny! Please quit calling him that! He does have a first name."
"Well is sex with Severus all that bad then?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. ve bve been together a long time now, really we don't focus on"¦"
"I knew it! Hermione, when was the last time you had an orgasm?"
Hermione's face turned bright red and she tried to hide behind her busy hair. "Virginia Weasley!"
"Well Hermione Snape?"
"I'm not going to answer that in such a public place. Really the cheek!" She stabbed at her salad with her fork, occasionally throwing angry glares at her best friend.
Ginny sat back and looked at her friend. Hermione Snape, neé
Grainger was hunched over her Caesar salad (no dressing) wearing a lumpy burgundy jumper and ragged pair of jeans.
Her hair was wild and untamed, and not in that sexy 'I've just been shagged within an inch of my life' way. No it was more like the "˜I have bad genetics and I don't give a rat's ass what I look like' kind of way.
No, Hermione wassex sex goddess at all. In fact, Ginny thought Hermione had probably never had an orgasm.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?" her bushy haired friend glowered at her through her mane.
"How did you and Snape, er, Severus wind up together?"
"Well you know. We got really close during the final days of the war."
"Yes," Ginny waved her hand, urging Hermione to go on.
"And it just worked."
With a puzzled look on her face Ginny asked, "It just worked?"
Hermione blushed. "We just started seeing so much of each other that everyone assumed we were an item."
"Were you?"
"I guess we were." She shrugged.
Ginny sighed. "Hermione, what is this? You are being way too passive about this!"
"Passive about what? I love Severus. Somewhere along the line we fell in love: it's a quiet love, subtle, like Severus himself. I love him and I am married to him, how passive is that?"
"You are being passive about sex." Ginny said as she leaned forward. "He has never made you come, and you are ok with that. That is being passive."
"How do YOU know?" Hermione started to get stubborn. "I could be the recipient of mind blowing sex every night."
"Nope, you're lying."
"How do you know?"
"Hermione, sweetie, I know the look of a satisfied woman and hon: you ain't got it."
Ginny got up and paid for their meals left the cafe. She tried to lighten the mood and get Hermione to relax.
"Let's try your dress on too, ok?"
Hermione was still sulking when they walked into the shop. Ginny's dress and robe were set out ready for her to try on. Hermione just sat back and thought about what Ginny had said.
She and Severus were happy, in a companionable way. They could talk about everything and she understood his sarcastic sense of humour. He in turn was able to get her dry wit and didn't glaze over if she spoke using words of more than three syllables. Together they made a good team, and so what if the sex was lousy. Hermione didn't feel as if she was lacking.
Or did she?
Sitting here watching Ginny try on her wedding dress, remembering the jibes and comments from the week before Hermione wondered.
Severus wasn't the most sexually experienced of wizards, and she knew her experiences were limited as well. In fact aside from the fumbling she received from Ron in her sixth year, Severus had been her only sexual partner ever.
Ginny was satisfied the outfit did her justice and called out to Hermione.
"C'mon, let's try yours now." Ginny pulled the thoughtful witch to her feet.
"Ginny, please."
"Nope, I want to see how it looks on you! You've been keeping to that diet I want to make sure all that effort has been worth it."
"The diet hasn't helped at all Ginny, I still look like a flesh coloured pear with frizzy brown hair," Hermione allowed herself to be put into the blue dress and robe.
"Nonsense! It is perfect on you." Ginny lifted Hermione's hair and twisted it tight before holding it to the back of her head.
"Your hair could be so wonderful Hermione, Why don't you do something with it?"
"Ginny I live in a dungeon. No matter what I do, my hair will wind up busy and fuzzy."
"Why don't you give yourself a trim?"
"Tried that."
"Why not an undercut? Shave a layer or two cloo yoo your scalp. It would make all the difference. Really."
"Maybe." Hermione turned, and looked at her reflection. She like the look of her bare neck and the way having her hair up lifted her face. "But if I did shave I doubt I could put my hair up at all. I need to when I help Severus with his potions."
"If the undercut is done right you will be able to pull it up loosely." Ginny started playing a bit more with Hermione's hair. Her engagement ring soon got caught up in the curls and snagged.
"OUCH! Look Ginny, just leave it!" Hermione snapped. "I am happy enough with my life, please quit trying to live vicariously through me."
She got undressed and threw the clothes at the sales girl. "Severus and I are fine! I will see you Friday night!" She stormed out of the shop leaving the sales girl looking at Ginny with a shocked expression.
The future Mrs Potter knew her friend well. She had seen the look in Hermione's eyes when her hair was pulled up. Ginny looked out of the window to see a bushy haired woman walk into Flourish and Botts with a determined scowl on her face.
Yes, Mrs Snape had decided to take matters into her own hands.
******
"˜The nerve of that Virginia Weasley!' Hermione thought as she stalked into their private rooms with a large basket of books floating behind her. "˜Silly girl, first claiming I don't know anything about good sex, then insulting my hair!' she touched the back of her head.
"She didn't need to pull it!" Hermione snarled and she grabbed the basket. "That was just childish." Hermione started picking books out of the basket and slamming them down on to her desk.
"Oh dear, someone has rattled your cage." A silky smooth voice interrupted Hermione's fuming, "now I am going to be at the receiving end of your sharp tongue." Severus walked into the room. "So much for my evening of quiet reading."
"Alas my dear husband," Hermione scowled. "You will have a quiet evening. I have some reading to do. So you can stop with the martyr act."
"Hello to you too." He walked past her dropping a casual kiss on the top of her hair. The gesture was enough to soothe her temper a little and Hermione was able to look at her husband with a smile.
"Dinner in the great hall tonight?" she asked.
Severus nodded and took off his teaching robe, dropping it on the floor in a heap. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to pick it up. "How was the lesson?" she asked trying to start a conversation, though he didn't respond.
It was very difficult to get Severus to relax. His mind was often on many things and he never really focussed on anything apart from his work. She waited silently for a few minutes before asking him about his day again.
"How was the lesson?" she repeated.
"Unn" he snarled looking about the piles of papers on his desk.
"That good?"
"Now Mrs Snape," Severus looked at her though his greasy hair. "Why are you pestering me with these silly questions. I am sure you would much prefer to dig into those tomes you brought home than talk to me."
"On the contrary Professor Snape," Hermione walked up to his desk. "I would like to talk to my husband for a few minutes before going upstairs to dinner. If I were to open one of my tomes now, I would have to set it aside before going upstairs to eat. I also thought I would perform my conjugal duty by speaking to you so you don't go and tell me I am neglecting you." She slung his robe over her arm and nodded to the pile of papers he was looking through. "What are you looking for?"
"A seventh year student's study on the properties of maple wood in a potion."
"Seventh year papers aren't on your desk Severus, they are in the second drawer of your cabinet."
"Well yes, it would be normally, but as I was reading it last night"¦"
"In bed."
"As I was reading it last night IN BED, it would be here on my desk."
"No, I put it in the cabinet this morning after I removed it from your pillow."
"Ah" Severus turned around and opened his cabinet. After he shuffled a few pages he found it. "Bloody simplistic this essay, but what can you expect from a Hufflepuff?"
"Yes," Hermione left the mess on his desk as it was and moved to her favourite chair. Severus was now engrossed in covering the parchment in red ink and Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to speak to him until dinner.
She slung the black teaching robe over the back of her chair and sat down. Dinner would be served shortly and she didn't understand why Severus needed to mark that esjustjust at that moment, but she had learnt not to ask. Instead of voicing her thoughts she just watched him work at his desk.
Contrary to what others believed and she herself once thought, Severus Snape didn't delight in tormenting his students. He just could not tolerate time wasters or stupidity. Watching him sneer at some of the words on the page she cringed inwardly. The poor Hufflepuff was in for it. She could clearly remember reading his remarks made on essays written by her half-hearted peer years ago.
Severus was an exacting tutor and he expected the best from his pupils. He expected them to live up to the standards he had imposed upon himself at that age. His heart and mind were solely in his work. His mind was so full of essays and marks, potions and such that he never really thought about humdrum domestic matters.
Before Hermione had moved in Severus' rooms were disordered and chaotic with piles of clothes everywhere, weighed down with books. The only ordered area was that around his potions bench; and that was meticulous.
Once she had tried to dust around his bench and he nearly ripped her head off. Since then she left it well alone. His reaction that day made her understand why the house elves avoided these rooms.
Now, though, they were allowed in as far as the main office and sitting rooms. Hermione was no domestic goddess and was often so immersed in her own work that she ignored the basic household maintenance as well, but as her friends did drop by occasionally she had persuaded Severus to let the house elves in some of the more public rooms to keep appearances up.
A little bell just beside the fireplace rang, calling Hermione out of her reflection, though its ringing didn't disturb Severus in theghteghtest; Hermione knew it wouldn't.
She picked up his robe and walked behind the crowed desk.
"Severus, time for dinner." She said touching his right arm, stopping his quill.
Severus looked up from the page with an angry scowl for being interrupted. "I am in the middle of a thought," he hissed.
One time the look in those dark eyes would have cowed her, but Hermione Snape had seen her husband like this too many time to be phased by it. "Good," she said, "Don't finish it, that way you can pick it up after dinner." Hermione held out his robe. "I am hungry and it is too late to ask for something to be brought to us. Now come on."
"Bossy wench." Severus gave her a dark look as he put on his robe.
"Forgetful wretch." She countered gleefully and took his left arm. "Time for dinner."