Woes of a Potions Master
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Confrontation and Realization
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Chapter 3 ~ Confrontation and Realization
After another uncomfortable night, Severus suffered through the Snapelets and Hermione’s marked disregard of him again at breakfast. He left the Great Hall right behind his wife, and quickened his stride to catch up to her. Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she sped up, but her legs weren’t as long as her husband’s and Severus kept up with her easily.
“I suppose ‘I’m sorry’ won’t bring you back, will it?” Severus said to his wife.
Hermione gave him a look that clearly said, “Go fuck yourself, Severus.”
“Well wife, I just want to let you know that I think it is very unfair of you to abandon me when you know the stress I am under. I am entitled to have a bad day now and then,” he said.
Hermione kept walking.
“Do you enjoy sleeping alone, Hermione? I know I don’t,” Severus said, his voice dropping low, “And you’re used to being made love to every morning. Don’t you miss me?”
Hermione stopped and turned to him.
“I don’t wake up with a hard-on every morning. I can go without. Actually, it’s a refreshing change,” she lied, “I feel my body is my own again.”
Severus scowled at her.
“Your body will never be your own. It belongs to me,” he hissed. “And I can prove it. Come to our rooms.”
Hermione started walking again. Severus was such a turn-on when he was so intense, and intent on proving his sexual prowess. She had to get away from him.
“No, I like it in my rooms,” she said.
“I’ll come there then, and in a little while, so will you,” he breathed.
“Severus, you locked me out of our bedroom. Out of our marriage bed. You didn’t give a damn I was leaving,” Hermione said as she stopped in front of the Spells office and unlocked the door.
“I was upset, Hermione,” Severus said, “You’ve had days when you didn’t want to be bothered on several occasions and plainly told me so. Actually, you get like that at least once a month. What did you call it? PMS? I never left you in a temper because of it.”
“That’s biological,” she said, opening the door. “What you did was just…mean. All you thought about was yourself. You just closed me out completely.”
Severus’ eyes narrowed. He was going to give her both barrels and something to think about.
“Mean, Hermione? How’s this for ‘mean’? Having a wife that is laughing at you along with everyone else. Try that for mean, Mrs. Snape. Don’t think I didn’t see you smirking every time I told you how I felt about this situation. Of course I did. You haven’t even tried to understand how I feel about those students emulating me. You think it’s funny. You said I didn’t give a damn about you leaving? You haven’t given a damn about my situation at all. And then when it gets to be too much for me, and I don’t want the “band-aid” you offered me for it, because that’s truly a shoddy substitute for some actual compassion from my wife, you feel closed out. Well, Hermione…there is no way I could have closed you out, because you were never ‘in’ in the first place,” he snarled.
Hermione just looked at him, then stepped inside her office.
“Bye Severus,” she said, closing the door.
The Potions Master stared at the door for a moment, actually considering breaking it in, dragging his wife back to their rooms and fucking the shit out of her until she admitted how wrong she was for leaving him. But forcing himself on her wasn’t the answer. That was the dark side of him trying to take over. He couldn’t let that happen. The Potions Master sighed and started walking back to the main hall. He needed to get to Gringott’s before it closed. It was Saturday, and they closed at twelve noon. Then he had to go see about ending the Snapelet situation. He needed to get that resolved before he could even hope to deal with Hermione. He exited out the main doors and started walking across the grounds.
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Hermione stood in her office, staring at the closed door. Severus was still on the other side of it, probably thinking about breaking it down. She knew her husband well. And he knew her.
He was right, of course. She really hadn’t been supportive. Watching those students drive Severus wild had been funny to her. And his reaction to them was priceless. It wasn’t often she saw her normally cool, collected husband go into meltdown. His non-reactive nature really irked her sometimes. He wasn’t always that way though…when it came to sex he was all reaction, expression and emotion. It was as if he felt the only time he could let loose was when he was being intimate with her. But it was his control and discipline that was part of his attraction for her, and the fact that she could make him shed that coldness when she gave herself to him was something she treasured.
All right. Maybe she should have taken his distress more seriously. But that was no excuse for him locking her out of their bedroom…
Hermione sighed.
Severus hadn’t locked her out because he was angry about the Snapelets. He had locked her out because she didn’t support him. It was as if she had turned her back on him just like Albus and the rest of the staff. Because she thought it was all one big joke. Her attempt to ply him to complacency with sex was just like trying to make him shut up about it with no attempt at resolution. A band-aid on an open wound, just like he said. Not once did she try to come up with a solution to help him. Normally, when he had a problem they would sit down together and come up with a way to handle it. This time she had left him standing in the cold. His coldness toward her that night was reactionary. Her husband couldn’t take anymore of her non-supportiveness. And how did she react? She blamed everything on him and left him alone when he really needed her.
Hermione felt awful, and a little afraid now. Her husband was a good man, but he had no stomach for betrayal. She was the one person in the world that he believed would stand by him when things got difficult. And she hadn’t done it. If he didn’t feel betrayed yet, he soon would, and that light that she had brought him would go out. She was afraid because it wouldn’t take much for the darkness in him to re-emerge if he thought she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t acting like a caring wife at all. Shit, she had to do something.
Hermione opened the door and walked back into the corridor and down to Severus’ office. She didn’t feel comfortable just walking in, especially after she practically slammed her door in her husband’s face. She knocked on the door and waited.
He didn’t answer.
Hermione tried again, knocking very hard this time, loud enough to be heard in the study. He still didn’t answer the door. Severus had a magic mirror keyed to the Potions office’s entrance so he could see who was outside of it. That way he could decide whether or not to be bothered with the visitor. He had to know it was her. Obviously, he didn’t want to talk to her. She couldn’t blame him really. She had been acting like a real bitch. Hermione turned and slowly walked back to her rooms, trying to decide what to do to show him how sorry she was and how make things right between them. It would have to be something very special.
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Severus made it to Gringott’s bank before it closed for the day. The goblin who served him raised its eyebrows when it saw the amount of money the Professor was withdrawing from his account. The goblin was quite curious as to why the wizard took out so much money. Not that it made much of a difference to his account. Severus had plenty of galleons. It was just that the wizard had never made a large withdrawal in all the years he had been with the bank. But…it was his business after all. The goblin retrieved the money, placed it in a bag and handed it over.
Severus thanked the goblin and exited the bank. Now was the hard part.
The Potions Master walked down Diagon Alley reading the shop signs. He had a general idea where he needed to go, he just had never set foot there before. The wizard had never wanted to either. He felt it beneath him. But, Severus needed help and was almost certain he would find it at this location.
He looked up. Yes, there it was.
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Shop
The Professor looked around to see if anyone was watching him, then pulled open the door and entered the shop. Gods. Going to Fred and George Weasley for help.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
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A/N: Yay! Fred and George. I haven’t written about these two directly, though they were mentioned in “Love Can Be a Battle or a War” I love the twins. They are soooo bad. Lol. Seems like Hermione’s done some serious soul searching and discovered she’s come up short concerning Severus. Too bad she doesn’t realize he’s not there. Ah well. Wonder what kind of ‘makeup” plans she’ll come up with? She’s got a lot to make up for. Heh heh. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 3 ~ Confrontation and Realization
After another uncomfortable night, Severus suffered through the Snapelets and Hermione’s marked disregard of him again at breakfast. He left the Great Hall right behind his wife, and quickened his stride to catch up to her. Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she sped up, but her legs weren’t as long as her husband’s and Severus kept up with her easily.
“I suppose ‘I’m sorry’ won’t bring you back, will it?” Severus said to his wife.
Hermione gave him a look that clearly said, “Go fuck yourself, Severus.”
“Well wife, I just want to let you know that I think it is very unfair of you to abandon me when you know the stress I am under. I am entitled to have a bad day now and then,” he said.
Hermione kept walking.
“Do you enjoy sleeping alone, Hermione? I know I don’t,” Severus said, his voice dropping low, “And you’re used to being made love to every morning. Don’t you miss me?”
Hermione stopped and turned to him.
“I don’t wake up with a hard-on every morning. I can go without. Actually, it’s a refreshing change,” she lied, “I feel my body is my own again.”
Severus scowled at her.
“Your body will never be your own. It belongs to me,” he hissed. “And I can prove it. Come to our rooms.”
Hermione started walking again. Severus was such a turn-on when he was so intense, and intent on proving his sexual prowess. She had to get away from him.
“No, I like it in my rooms,” she said.
“I’ll come there then, and in a little while, so will you,” he breathed.
“Severus, you locked me out of our bedroom. Out of our marriage bed. You didn’t give a damn I was leaving,” Hermione said as she stopped in front of the Spells office and unlocked the door.
“I was upset, Hermione,” Severus said, “You’ve had days when you didn’t want to be bothered on several occasions and plainly told me so. Actually, you get like that at least once a month. What did you call it? PMS? I never left you in a temper because of it.”
“That’s biological,” she said, opening the door. “What you did was just…mean. All you thought about was yourself. You just closed me out completely.”
Severus’ eyes narrowed. He was going to give her both barrels and something to think about.
“Mean, Hermione? How’s this for ‘mean’? Having a wife that is laughing at you along with everyone else. Try that for mean, Mrs. Snape. Don’t think I didn’t see you smirking every time I told you how I felt about this situation. Of course I did. You haven’t even tried to understand how I feel about those students emulating me. You think it’s funny. You said I didn’t give a damn about you leaving? You haven’t given a damn about my situation at all. And then when it gets to be too much for me, and I don’t want the “band-aid” you offered me for it, because that’s truly a shoddy substitute for some actual compassion from my wife, you feel closed out. Well, Hermione…there is no way I could have closed you out, because you were never ‘in’ in the first place,” he snarled.
Hermione just looked at him, then stepped inside her office.
“Bye Severus,” she said, closing the door.
The Potions Master stared at the door for a moment, actually considering breaking it in, dragging his wife back to their rooms and fucking the shit out of her until she admitted how wrong she was for leaving him. But forcing himself on her wasn’t the answer. That was the dark side of him trying to take over. He couldn’t let that happen. The Potions Master sighed and started walking back to the main hall. He needed to get to Gringott’s before it closed. It was Saturday, and they closed at twelve noon. Then he had to go see about ending the Snapelet situation. He needed to get that resolved before he could even hope to deal with Hermione. He exited out the main doors and started walking across the grounds.
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Hermione stood in her office, staring at the closed door. Severus was still on the other side of it, probably thinking about breaking it down. She knew her husband well. And he knew her.
He was right, of course. She really hadn’t been supportive. Watching those students drive Severus wild had been funny to her. And his reaction to them was priceless. It wasn’t often she saw her normally cool, collected husband go into meltdown. His non-reactive nature really irked her sometimes. He wasn’t always that way though…when it came to sex he was all reaction, expression and emotion. It was as if he felt the only time he could let loose was when he was being intimate with her. But it was his control and discipline that was part of his attraction for her, and the fact that she could make him shed that coldness when she gave herself to him was something she treasured.
All right. Maybe she should have taken his distress more seriously. But that was no excuse for him locking her out of their bedroom…
Hermione sighed.
Severus hadn’t locked her out because he was angry about the Snapelets. He had locked her out because she didn’t support him. It was as if she had turned her back on him just like Albus and the rest of the staff. Because she thought it was all one big joke. Her attempt to ply him to complacency with sex was just like trying to make him shut up about it with no attempt at resolution. A band-aid on an open wound, just like he said. Not once did she try to come up with a solution to help him. Normally, when he had a problem they would sit down together and come up with a way to handle it. This time she had left him standing in the cold. His coldness toward her that night was reactionary. Her husband couldn’t take anymore of her non-supportiveness. And how did she react? She blamed everything on him and left him alone when he really needed her.
Hermione felt awful, and a little afraid now. Her husband was a good man, but he had no stomach for betrayal. She was the one person in the world that he believed would stand by him when things got difficult. And she hadn’t done it. If he didn’t feel betrayed yet, he soon would, and that light that she had brought him would go out. She was afraid because it wouldn’t take much for the darkness in him to re-emerge if he thought she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t acting like a caring wife at all. Shit, she had to do something.
Hermione opened the door and walked back into the corridor and down to Severus’ office. She didn’t feel comfortable just walking in, especially after she practically slammed her door in her husband’s face. She knocked on the door and waited.
He didn’t answer.
Hermione tried again, knocking very hard this time, loud enough to be heard in the study. He still didn’t answer the door. Severus had a magic mirror keyed to the Potions office’s entrance so he could see who was outside of it. That way he could decide whether or not to be bothered with the visitor. He had to know it was her. Obviously, he didn’t want to talk to her. She couldn’t blame him really. She had been acting like a real bitch. Hermione turned and slowly walked back to her rooms, trying to decide what to do to show him how sorry she was and how make things right between them. It would have to be something very special.
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Severus made it to Gringott’s bank before it closed for the day. The goblin who served him raised its eyebrows when it saw the amount of money the Professor was withdrawing from his account. The goblin was quite curious as to why the wizard took out so much money. Not that it made much of a difference to his account. Severus had plenty of galleons. It was just that the wizard had never made a large withdrawal in all the years he had been with the bank. But…it was his business after all. The goblin retrieved the money, placed it in a bag and handed it over.
Severus thanked the goblin and exited the bank. Now was the hard part.
The Potions Master walked down Diagon Alley reading the shop signs. He had a general idea where he needed to go, he just had never set foot there before. The wizard had never wanted to either. He felt it beneath him. But, Severus needed help and was almost certain he would find it at this location.
He looked up. Yes, there it was.
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Shop
The Professor looked around to see if anyone was watching him, then pulled open the door and entered the shop. Gods. Going to Fred and George Weasley for help.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
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A/N: Yay! Fred and George. I haven’t written about these two directly, though they were mentioned in “Love Can Be a Battle or a War” I love the twins. They are soooo bad. Lol. Seems like Hermione’s done some serious soul searching and discovered she’s come up short concerning Severus. Too bad she doesn’t realize he’s not there. Ah well. Wonder what kind of ‘makeup” plans she’ll come up with? She’s got a lot to make up for. Heh heh. Anyway, please review.