Disharmony in the Dungeons

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 4 ~ After the Wedding

Severus and Hermione stepped through the floo. This was the first time Hermione had ever been in the Potions Master’s rooms. He held on to her arm still, but she slowly pulled her arm away from his as she gasped quietly. The Professor’s study was filled from ceiling to floor with books. Severus watched as the Gryffindor witch’s eyes began to shine with a lust that he had only witnessed in the bedroom. Gods, she really liked books.

As if hypnotized, Hermione walked over to a shelf and lovingly traced book spine after book spine, letting out little shrieks and other interesting sounds as she read the titles. She stopped at one and gently pulled it off the shelf and opened it reverently.

“Professor, this book has been out of print for over a century,” she breathed, looking up at him in awe. “Will you let me read it?” she asked him, a pleading look in her eyes. She looked very lovely, very lovely indeed.

“We’ll see,” he said gruffly, “Access to my books depends on how much you cooperate, Hermione,” he said silkily.

Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Cooperate?” she asked, terrible images starting to form in her head. He said this was to be a marriage of convenience. Severus saw the terrified look in her eyes, and for some reason it irked him.

“Don’t look at me like that you silly chit. I have no designs on fucking you,” he growled at her, “by cooperate I mean how well we can coexist here without you getting on my last nerve,” he said, unbuttoning his robes. Hermione’s eyes widened again. The Professor scowled at her.

“Hermione, I am just taking off my dress robes. I have clothes underneath them, I assure you. I am changing. I have a date tonight,” he said, removing his robes.

He wore a white button up shirt and black pants beneath. For the first time, Hermione saw what the Professor’s body type was. He was bigger than she thought he was. She had the impression that he was very thin for some reason, but he was a good-sized wizard. His shoulders were quite broad, and he was lean but not skinny. His clothing fit him quite nicely, actually. The Professor noticed her amber eyes sweep over him.

“Get used to seeing me without my robes, Hermione. I don’t wear them much in the privacy of my rooms. Actually, I usually don’t wear much of anything,” he said with a bit of a purr in his voice. Her look of alarm almost made him chuckle, “But don’t worry. I will always have at least boxers on when I am about. I imagine you will be in your rooms most of the time anyway.”

Hermione looked around.

“Where are my rooms, sir?” she asked him.

Severus walked over to the bookshelf furthest on the right and motioned for her to come over.

“Pull this book out,” he said.

Hermione looked at the title. “The Entrance to Her Heart”

The Professor pulled the book and the shelf on her left pushed out and slid over, revealing an entrance.

“Your rooms,” the Professor said. “I understand all your things have been moved into your rooms. But before you enter, we have to talk. Come, join me by the fire.”

Hermione walked over to the fireplace and sat down in one of two armchairs that sat in front of it. Severus watched her walk, following her, noting the sway of her hips. He blinked, then walked around the chair and sat down. He looked at her. Damn, in that dress she hardly looked like a student. His eyes flicked over her breasts. Very nice.

Hermione looked at him uncomfortably. She felt like covering up but didn’t move.

“What did you want to talk to me about, Professor?” she asked.

“First, in these rooms you are to call me Severus. My first name. We are married and we need to speak as if we are, and get used to it. Because there will be visitors checking on us. So we will have to appear to be happily married, and intimate from time to time. Some of your clothes will have to be put in my wardrobe, and your personal items in my bathroom. You may be required to lounge about in a housecoat and nightie from time to time. Luckily, none of these visits will be surprise visits. I will know who is coming and when, so you will have notice,” Severus said looking at her intently.

“What about your ‘girlfriends’? If we are to appear happily married, how are you going to explain them?” Hermione asked, frowning a little.

“Oh, well these visitors won’t find it odd that I have other women besides my wife. These will be fellow deatheaters visiting me. All suitably undercover of course. Upstanding members of the wizarding community for the most part. The wives of deatheaters accept their husbands’ paramours. Actually, it is expected that I have two or more women on the side,” the Potions Master said, smirking.

“Your having separate rooms will not be strange to them either. I was rather concerned about it at first, but after talking to other married deatheaters, I found it is a common practice for husbands and wives to keep separate quarters as well as a common bedroom,” he informed her.

“As a matter of fact, you might have a couple of passes made at you by my visitors. It’s up to you whether or not to take them up on it,” the Potions Master said with a gleam in his eye. “Deatheaters share their wives if the witches are amicable. The choice is entirely yours.”

“What?” Hermione said scowling at him blackly, “I will not be fucking any deatheaters, I assure you.” Severus smirked. He didn’t think she would be.

Then Hermione looked at him a bit wickedly.

“Severus, if you are allowed to have women on the side, I presume I am allowed to have a couple of paramours visit my quarters as well?” she asked him. The Potions Master froze for just a moment.

“If you are discreet, yes,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her again.

When she was dressed as a student and innocent looking, he was sure she wasn’t involved in any sexual activity. But looking at her like this…he wasn’t so sure any more. She was still too young to have been hardened by her encounters. Still fresh. Did she really have lovers?

“Good,” she said with a rather lustful smile.

The Potions Master looked at her closely. Could he have been wrong about the innocence of this witch? Women were so good at hiding their true colors, though the Professor believed there was a little slut in all of them. It was just a matter of bringing it to the surface. Severus rose from the armchair, picking up his dress robes and draping them over his arm. He looked down at Hermione, trying not to focus on her creamy cleavage. It was really disconcerting how she was dressed. Like a child playing makeup, and doing it too well.

“Well, as I told you, I have a date tonight, and I will be bringing her back here. I haven’t yet told her about you, so I’d appreciate if you would stay in your rooms tonight. We won’t disturb you,” he said, walking into his bedroom to change into his everyday robes.

Hermione watched him go. A date on his wedding day. He could have at least made an attempt to spend a little time with her. But then again, what would the purpose of it be? He was her husband in name only.

Hermione stood up and walked into her rooms. They were quite nice. She had an ample sized kitchen, with utensils, pots and pans and a cooler. There was a sitting room for company, and she had a king-sized bed covered in Gryffindor colored bedding, a wardrobe and dresser and a nice sized bathroom with a sunken tub with several scented spigots and a shower big enough for two. There was a closet filled with fluffy towels and her personal products had been placed neatly on the shelves. She could live with this. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe and found her clothes and robes there, including the new clothing she and Ginny had bought. She plopped down on the bed, bouncing on it. Just the perfect firmness…for sleep.

She wandered back out of her rooms and into the study, just as Severus emerged. He looked pretty much like he normally did now. Obviously, he didn’t dress up for his date. He headed for the study exit.

“Have a good night, Miss…er…Hermione,” he said, “I’ll be returning with my date at about ten. I trust you will be securely out of the way.”

“I certainly don’t want to get between you and your date, Pr…Severus,” Hermione said rather sarcastically. Actually, she had a mind to be lounging in his study in the shortest nightie she could find at ten o’clock, just because he was making such a big deal about her being hidden when he brought his little trick home.

“See that you don’t,” he said a bit dangerously. He turned the torch down and exited. Hermione scowled after him.

“Prick” she said under her breath, as she walked back into her rooms to take off her dress. As she headed for her rooms, she thought about her wedding.

“Poor Ron,” she said to herself. He sure was taking it hard. He probably thought the Potions Master was fucking her right now. Like that would ever happen. Then her mind went to the kiss Severus had given her. It had been surprisingly soft and warm, even slightly pleasant in a squicky kind of way. He certainly wasn’t as cold as he appeared, at least not while kissing. But he was just showing off to aggravate Ron, and probably everyone else. Or trying to prove he was in charge. Whatever. It didn’t matter in the least.

Hermione looked at her wardrobe. Hm. Since Severus was gone, she might as well go up to Gryffindor Tower to reassure Ron and everyone else she wasn’t pinned in the Potions Master’s bed with her heels in the air. She’d wear her new jeans, the ones that hung dangerously low on her hips, and the little black shirt that showed her belly button, and the new silver hoop she had there. Ginny convinced her to get a piercing. It was quite cute.

That decision made, Hermione changed clothes and took her hair down. She looked in the mirror. She really did look hot. She smiled, feeling rather sexy and rather free. She flipped her hair back and struck a few pouty poses in the mirror, then laughed at herself.

“Ginny must really be rubbing off on me,” she said shaking her head. Grabbing her wand and sticking it in her pocket, Hermione left her rooms by her private door, ready to embark on her first journey out as the very married, but very available Mrs. Severus Snape.

*****************************
A/N: Atta girl Hermione. No sulking around the dungeons for you. Please review.