Woes of a Potions Master
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
20,997
Reviews:
235
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0
Currently Reading:
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Separation
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 1 ~ Separation
Severus tossed down his firewhiskey and slammed the empty glass down on the table between the two armchairs in front of the fireplace in his study. Hermione sat in one of the armchairs, listening to her husband rant and rave for the fifth time this week. She had a slight smirk on her face, but was wise enough to hide it.
“Hermione, I can’t take this anymore. I realize they are students and have the right to express themselves freely, and that this is suppose to be in some insane and twisted manner an expression of their appreciation of me as their teacher, but I swear to you, if I see one more of them skulking outside our door, or shadowing me on my rounds, I am going to hex somebody,” Severus groused, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his robes billowing as his wife looked at him calmly, trying to keep a straight face in the process.
“But Severus, they admire you. You should be flattered.” Hermione said in an attempt to defuse the irate Potions Master. He stopped and looked at her.
“Flattered? I am not flattered. I am mortified. This group of misfits is turning my very existence into some kind of travesty,” he said, his eyes burning with anger.
“Calm down, Severus. You are going to give yourself a stroke,” Hermione said, eyeing her husband. Severus ignored her.
“I wish Albus would do something about them. Any time I complain to him all he does is fix me with that deplorable twinkle and say the students have a right to express themselves, and that he doesn’t want to inhibit their self-expression. If the little bastards were expressing themselves some other way, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But what they are doing is…is just plain wrong! And it makes me a laughingstock,” the Potions Master snarled, slamming his fist on the wooden mantelpiece.
Severus threw himself into the armchair and stared scowling into the fire.
Hermione sighed. He was in such a foul mood. Maybe a little bouncy-bouncy would cheer him. Or a nice, hot blowjob. She centered herself and looked at her husband, clearing her throat a little.
“Severus…would you like me to take your mind off your troubles?” she asked him in a sultry voice.
Severus looked at Hermione, noting the heat in her eyes, then turned back to stare into the flames.
“No,” he said sullenly.
Hermione was shocked. Severus never turned down sex. Ever. Not once in the two years they had been married. He was the original bam-bam man.
“Are you sure, Severus?” Hermione asked him again.
The Potions Master looked at her again, his black eyes angry.
“Pussy isn’t the answer to everything, Hermione,” he snarled, leaping up from the chair, striding into the bedroom and slamming the door shut.
Hermione blinked after him. Ok, the situation was kind of funny up to now. Now, this shit was serious. When her husband lost interest in sex…her husband, the perpetual human sex toy…there was a very real problem.
Hermione stood up and walked to the bedroom. She tried to open the door and found it locked.
Locked? She rattled the handle.
“Severus? Severus! Open this door!” she demanded.
There was no answer.
Hermione pulled her wand out, and after several tries unwarded the door and walked into the bedroom, to find her husband in bed, scooted over on one side, wrapped in the bedsheets and facing the wall.
“Severus, why’d you lock me out?” she demanded, feeling like hexing him.
He didn’t answer her.
“Severus!” she called, approaching the bed.
From under the covers, he answered her.
“Hermione, I am not in the mood for you, or anyone. If you are wise, wife, you will leave me be,” he said in a cold, dangerous voice.
Hermione stared at the bundle of coverings that was her husband. He hadn’t been this snarky to her in years. The situation was really affecting him. But he didn’t have to take it out on her. Hermione walked over to the linen closet and removed some bedding.
“Fine,” she seethed at him, “Seeing you’re not in the mood for me, I’ll sleep in the Spells Mistress’ rooms.”
The pile of sheets moved slightly, but Severus made no comment. This made Hermione absolutely furious. Didn’t he care she was going to sleep someplace else? Well, she’d fix him.
“As a matter of fact, Mr. Severus Snape, I think I will move in there until you can resolve your issues or at least learn not to take your frustrations out on me,” Hermione said. “I’m your wife, and you will either treat me with respect or get used to sleeping alone again.”
Hermione scowled at the unmoving mass of blanketed wizard.
“And sleeping won’t be the only thing you’ll have to do alone,” she added turning toward the wardrobe.
Severus still didn’t respond. But he listened as his wife opened drawers and cabinets, speaking incantations and generally making a big production of packing her things. His stomach was clenching up, but he didn’t say or do anything as he heard her leave. Their rooms were silent. He groaned, knowing he had just made a bad situation infinitely worse. Hermione was a terror when she was mad. And he had made her furious. He didn’t mean to lash out at her, but he was in a bad place mentally. A certain group of students were driving him mad with their actions, and there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.
Severus had no doubt that Hermione had officially put him in the “No-touching. No-fucking Zone.” He was going to have to kiss some serious Gryffindor ass to get her back in his bed. The Potions Master rolled over and looked at the empty place beside him. Shit. He hadn’t slept alone in two years.
He had to get Hermione back. That was going to take some work. And he had to do something about those damn students. Soon.
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A/N: Just an idea I had for a short story. The title may change on this. I couldn’t come up with one I liked. We’ll see. In this story, Severus and Hermione are already married. Something is going on with the Potions Master’s students that is almost driving him insane, and like a lot of people in his situation, the stress of it is affecting his personal relationships. But what are the students doing that could make him react like this? Hmm. Next chapter will tell. Please review.
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Chapter 1 ~ Separation
Severus tossed down his firewhiskey and slammed the empty glass down on the table between the two armchairs in front of the fireplace in his study. Hermione sat in one of the armchairs, listening to her husband rant and rave for the fifth time this week. She had a slight smirk on her face, but was wise enough to hide it.
“Hermione, I can’t take this anymore. I realize they are students and have the right to express themselves freely, and that this is suppose to be in some insane and twisted manner an expression of their appreciation of me as their teacher, but I swear to you, if I see one more of them skulking outside our door, or shadowing me on my rounds, I am going to hex somebody,” Severus groused, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his robes billowing as his wife looked at him calmly, trying to keep a straight face in the process.
“But Severus, they admire you. You should be flattered.” Hermione said in an attempt to defuse the irate Potions Master. He stopped and looked at her.
“Flattered? I am not flattered. I am mortified. This group of misfits is turning my very existence into some kind of travesty,” he said, his eyes burning with anger.
“Calm down, Severus. You are going to give yourself a stroke,” Hermione said, eyeing her husband. Severus ignored her.
“I wish Albus would do something about them. Any time I complain to him all he does is fix me with that deplorable twinkle and say the students have a right to express themselves, and that he doesn’t want to inhibit their self-expression. If the little bastards were expressing themselves some other way, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But what they are doing is…is just plain wrong! And it makes me a laughingstock,” the Potions Master snarled, slamming his fist on the wooden mantelpiece.
Severus threw himself into the armchair and stared scowling into the fire.
Hermione sighed. He was in such a foul mood. Maybe a little bouncy-bouncy would cheer him. Or a nice, hot blowjob. She centered herself and looked at her husband, clearing her throat a little.
“Severus…would you like me to take your mind off your troubles?” she asked him in a sultry voice.
Severus looked at Hermione, noting the heat in her eyes, then turned back to stare into the flames.
“No,” he said sullenly.
Hermione was shocked. Severus never turned down sex. Ever. Not once in the two years they had been married. He was the original bam-bam man.
“Are you sure, Severus?” Hermione asked him again.
The Potions Master looked at her again, his black eyes angry.
“Pussy isn’t the answer to everything, Hermione,” he snarled, leaping up from the chair, striding into the bedroom and slamming the door shut.
Hermione blinked after him. Ok, the situation was kind of funny up to now. Now, this shit was serious. When her husband lost interest in sex…her husband, the perpetual human sex toy…there was a very real problem.
Hermione stood up and walked to the bedroom. She tried to open the door and found it locked.
Locked? She rattled the handle.
“Severus? Severus! Open this door!” she demanded.
There was no answer.
Hermione pulled her wand out, and after several tries unwarded the door and walked into the bedroom, to find her husband in bed, scooted over on one side, wrapped in the bedsheets and facing the wall.
“Severus, why’d you lock me out?” she demanded, feeling like hexing him.
He didn’t answer her.
“Severus!” she called, approaching the bed.
From under the covers, he answered her.
“Hermione, I am not in the mood for you, or anyone. If you are wise, wife, you will leave me be,” he said in a cold, dangerous voice.
Hermione stared at the bundle of coverings that was her husband. He hadn’t been this snarky to her in years. The situation was really affecting him. But he didn’t have to take it out on her. Hermione walked over to the linen closet and removed some bedding.
“Fine,” she seethed at him, “Seeing you’re not in the mood for me, I’ll sleep in the Spells Mistress’ rooms.”
The pile of sheets moved slightly, but Severus made no comment. This made Hermione absolutely furious. Didn’t he care she was going to sleep someplace else? Well, she’d fix him.
“As a matter of fact, Mr. Severus Snape, I think I will move in there until you can resolve your issues or at least learn not to take your frustrations out on me,” Hermione said. “I’m your wife, and you will either treat me with respect or get used to sleeping alone again.”
Hermione scowled at the unmoving mass of blanketed wizard.
“And sleeping won’t be the only thing you’ll have to do alone,” she added turning toward the wardrobe.
Severus still didn’t respond. But he listened as his wife opened drawers and cabinets, speaking incantations and generally making a big production of packing her things. His stomach was clenching up, but he didn’t say or do anything as he heard her leave. Their rooms were silent. He groaned, knowing he had just made a bad situation infinitely worse. Hermione was a terror when she was mad. And he had made her furious. He didn’t mean to lash out at her, but he was in a bad place mentally. A certain group of students were driving him mad with their actions, and there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.
Severus had no doubt that Hermione had officially put him in the “No-touching. No-fucking Zone.” He was going to have to kiss some serious Gryffindor ass to get her back in his bed. The Potions Master rolled over and looked at the empty place beside him. Shit. He hadn’t slept alone in two years.
He had to get Hermione back. That was going to take some work. And he had to do something about those damn students. Soon.
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A/N: Just an idea I had for a short story. The title may change on this. I couldn’t come up with one I liked. We’ll see. In this story, Severus and Hermione are already married. Something is going on with the Potions Master’s students that is almost driving him insane, and like a lot of people in his situation, the stress of it is affecting his personal relationships. But what are the students doing that could make him react like this? Hmm. Next chapter will tell. Please review.