The long and winding road to love

Chapter 10: The morning alter





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Chapter 10: The morning after

 

Severus rolled over in his bed, like every morning.
That particular dawn, however, his body had failed to remember that his wife
was sleeping next to him; snoring gently like the angel she was.

 

“Miss Granger,” he said while caressing her arm with
one finger only, “Wake up.”

 

What a wonderful way to start the day. To open one’s
eyes and catch a first glimpse of the person one loves the most, of the person
one wants the most, it’s one of God’s greatest
treasures. For Hermione, waking up with the sight of Severus Snape would have
meant nothing two weeks ago, but her husband- the man that had ripped away her
innocence hours ago, the man that had touched her most intimate places- was
able to wake the animal instincts, those which she ignored that she possessed.

 

She yawned in a very sensual way, in response to his
sweet touches and strong voice. He remained still and stiff, completely aroused
by her every move.

 

“Good morning, Miss Granger,” he said formally,
getting up from the four poster bed in which he had consummated his marriage,
trying hard not to think about her erotic yawn. As he stood, Hermione recalled
the events that had taken place the night before. She felt sticky and swelled
between her legs; it hurt. Nonetheless, she had enjoyed every minute. He had
placed kisses all over her body, making her moan with pleasure. A pleasure she
never knew existed.

 

He got up and walked towards the door. He was wearing
no clothes, a fact that caught Hermione’s attention at once. His bottom and his
back were so perfectly sculpted that Hermione smiled at the prospect of having
such a handsome husband; her master in many fields other than potions.

 

“Professor Snape, may I ask where you are going?” she
inquired, her body weight fully resting on her elbows.

 

“To work, Miss Granger,” he said, while wrapping his
lower half with a black towel. He was lying, of course. He was searching for an
excuse to get out of there; he needed to get some fresh air. He had a wife, he
should get used to her presence and he did not like the idea. He did not like
it at all.

 

Don’t get Severus wrong. He had nothing against
Hermione Granger, apart from the fact that she was a Gryffindor know-it-all and
friend of Harry Potter. But his chambers were of his personal domain and he
hated the thought of sharing it with someone forever. He did not like the word
forever. The future is uncertain, indeed. Human beings cannot discuss something
that may never exist.

 

“Today is Sunday, Professor,” she said, smiling
gently. She had no idea of what to say, or how to act in front of a man that
had dug so deep into her body, into her soul. She had felt a connection between
them last night. A special bond united them, the bond of marriage… could it have
also been the bond of love?

 

“I know, Miss Granger. But I do have responsibilities
of my own, even on Sunday mornings. If you’ll excuse me,” he said, holding his
towel firmer, as he had no robes. No robes meant, for Severus at that moment,
no dignity.

 

He was about to open the bathroom door and take a cold
shower, when a voice spoke from the green flames.

 

“Severus, old boy, where
are you going? Don’t you think it
inappropriate for a husband to leave his life alone the morning after their
wedding?” It was Albus Dumbledore the owner of the head floating in the air.

 

“Headmaster, as I said in Fudge’s office, Miss Granger
and I are not in love. This marriage is, thus, not real,” he said, while
grabbing his towel even tighter.

 

“Severus, I trusted your every
word at Fudge’s office. But, then again, I find it quite suspicious that every
time I pop into your Chambers I stumble on a naked couple after a long session
of love making,” the wise old man said from the fire.

 

“Sir, I can assure you that the only reason I coped
with Miss Granger’s presence in the first place, was because you requested so.
You know perfectly well that I do not fancy mentally unstable girls,” he
finished, his tone of voice cold as ice. He dared not look at Hermione, who was
staring intently back at him with hatred in her eyes. How cruel could he be?

 

“Severus, she is now your wife. It matters not whether
I think you exchanged a physical relationship with Miss Granger before your
marriage. She is your wife now,” he reprovingly said, speaking directly to
Severus.

 

“I am aware of the fact,” he said icily, his nose up
in the air.

 

“Perfect. Because I am sending you both away,” he
confessed the real motive behind his visit, “The school needs to be prepared
for your marriage. We need to elaborate a proper strategy. We cannot afford to
make mistakes and, moreover, I think you deserve a break after the recent
events,” he said, smiling kindly.

 

“Of course, Headmaster. I will send a letter to my parents, telling them about my visit,” she
said, nodding towards the fire like the perfect pupil she was. Severus rolled
his eyes.

 

“I think the Headmaster means that we should take a
break together,” he explained, rolling his eyes once again, “Really, Miss
Granger, how did you manage to get such a high grade in your Potion’s final?
Have you been speaking to Longbottom lately?” he joked, a sarcastic smiled
plastered in his face.

 

“Severus, that’s enough,” Dumbledore shouted, his
voice echoed through the room.

 

“I apologize, Miss Granger,” he said meaninglessly.
She nodded. She could only nod.

 

“Severus, I think you had failed to accept the fact
that this marriage, fake as it may sound to you, is real. And you will have to
cope with Miss Granger for as long as you live,” he sentenced.

 

“No, Headmaster. I will live with her for as long as
it is necessary. Yes, it is true. I am her husband forever, but just in paper,”
he explained, his face red with anger. Dumbledore said nothing. His head
remained there, smiling through the green flames.

 

“You are going away all the same,” he simply said,
after a while of silence, “I advise you to choose a location quickly and leave
as soon as possible, do I make myself clear?” he asked, looking at the couple
above his half moon spectacles.

 

“Of course, Headmaster,” they both said at the same
time. He smiled again, and without saying goodbye, as quickly as he had come he
was gone.

 

“Miss Granger, you can choose the place,” he said,
while turning the doorknob to the right in order to take his twice postponed
shower.

 

“Professor Snape,” she said, “I cannot do it. I am
mentally unstable, have you forgotten?” she asked, from under the covers.

 

“Miss Granger!” he shouted, trying to express the
anger he was feeling at the moment, but he stopped as soon as he had started when
she pulled the blood stained sheets to her side, revealing her naked body. She
stood up, and walked to where he was, and standing in her toes she whispered
into his ear:

 

“I think I will take a shower. I am very dirty.”

 

And placing her hand on his, she opened the door and
entered the bathroom, leaving Severus Snape aroused, shocked and bathless.