Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 5 ~ The Wedding Night

When Hermione walked into Gryffindor Tower the first thing she saw in the common room was Ron sitting on the sofa surrounded by several sympathetic female housemates, all saying “Poor Ron,” and petting him She snorted. However Ron might have felt about her being taken to the dungeons, he seemed to be recovering nicely.

Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa, was the first to see Hermione come in.

“Hermione!” he cried, jumping up and running towards her. Then he did a double take and tried to stop, sliding right into her. They both fell.

“Oops, sorry ‘Mione,” Harry said, standing up and helping her to her feet.

By now everyone in the common room was looking at Harry and the new Mrs. Snape. And what a Mrs. Snape she was. Dressed like she was, Hermione was the hottest thing to come through Gryffindor Tower in a while. The male students had to roll their tongues back up into their mouths, and the girls looked at her with narrowed eyes.

“Wow, Hermione,” Harry said, looking at her appreciatively. “You look…look..damn. Hot just doesn’t do it.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Ginny,” she said. Harry nodded. Yep. It looked like Ginny’s work all right. Hermione looked awesome. Ron wrestled away from the bevy of girls surrounding him, ran up to Hermione and grabbed her, swinging her around.

“Hermione! You’re all right!” he cried, setting the dizzy witch down.

“I’m fine, Ron,” she said.

“How’d you get away from him?” Ron asked, “Did you hex him?”

“No, Ron. He had a date,” she replied.

“A date?” Ron echoed, as the other students’ ears perked up.

The information that Professor Snape went on a date on his wedding night circulated through the common room quickly. Most students had assumed this was a real marriage and Hermione would be shagging the Potions Master. Obviously, they had been mistaken. Shudders went up all around. Who would date Snape? But then again, they wondered who’d marry the git. Hermione answered that question.

“Yes, a date. So I decided I come visit you to let you know I was okay. You seemed very upset when I left with him,” Hermione said, her eyes sliding to the group of girls still on the sofa, “though it seems you were recovering fine.”

Ron looked at the girls.

“Yes, I guess I was doing all right,” he said sheepishly. “But it’s good to know he didn’t put the moves on you.”

“I don’t think that will be happening, Ron. He has plenty to keep his mind off me,” she said.

She looked over at the chessboard.

“How about a game of wizard’s chess, Harry?” she asked brightly.

“Sure, Hermione,” Harry said, walking over to the board. Hermione joined him, followed by about ten Gryffindor wizards, all determined to help her win, and get her attention. Hell, she wasn’t really Snape’s wife after all…and she certainly looked attainable. Very unlike the Hermione Granger of the past several years. Their hot little eyes swept over her curves and lingered on her little belly button hoop. Hermione was sizzling.

Hermione beat Harry and took on another wizard. She declined playing Ron, he was too good. Ron was pouting a bit at all the attention the other students were paying to Hermione. She seemed to be enjoying it, smiling at the wizards and laughing at their jokes, and, could he believe it, flirting?

Hermione had no idea she was flirting. She just was enjoying herself, and enjoying the attentions of the young wizards. It was kind of heady, and she felt powerful. When she mentioned she was thirsty, several wizards almost got trampled when a group of them ran to get her something to drink. At least ten glasses of pumpkin juice was shoved at her from as many directions. She lost track of time, and realized it was after curfew.

“I’ve got to get back,” she said to the wizards surrounding her. Cries of “aw, and no” filled the common room. Hermione smiled.

“Um, Mrs. Snape, I’ll walk you back to the dungeons,” said Erin Bradcliff, the Head boy. He was quite a good-looking young wizard, blonde-haired and gray-eyed.

“Thank you, Erin. I’d appreciate that,” Hermione said, slipping her arm into his boldly. He smiled down at her.

“Night all,” she said, waving as they exited the common room.

“Night, Hermione,” the wizards all said in unison. Ginny shook her head.

Hermione was a natural.

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Severus and Catherine walked through the main door, and headed down the dungeon corridor. Catherine was hanging on to the Potions Master for dear life, since she was pretty toasted. She had started drinking without him. Catherine was about thirty years old, brown-haired and brown eyed and had been around the block a few times. She was a little on the hippy side, and her breast weren’t as firm as they could have been, but she could give a hell of a blowjob, especially after she had a few. Severus had brought her home sober a few times, but it wasn’t as good. He preferred her drunk and uninhibited. Sometimes he’d fuck her…he wasn’t sure if he would tonight. He had different women for different sexual acts actually. If he felt like fucking, he’d usually get Veronica or Sheena. They were younger witches and still relatively tight. But they were promiscuous little hussies, and he had to perform all kinds of cleaning spells on them before he’d stick his cock in them. When he wanted anal sex…he found Bernice. She was one of the few witches he’d encountered that could handle him full force. He had yet to find a woman he could have oral sex with.

“Ooh Severus, I can’t wait to get hold of your huge cock,” Catherine drawled.

“That makes two of us, Catherine,” the Potions Master said to her as he guided her toward his rooms. Hermione better be absent when they got there. He didn’t see Hermione and Erin turn down the corridor behind them.

Hermione looked at the couple in front of them, her amber eyes wide.

“Oh wow, there’s my husband,” she said to Erin, who looked a little taken aback.

“He has another woman with him,” the handsome Gryffindor said, “And she looks nowhere as good as you do, Hermione.” He looked down at the witch. She certainly was pretty. Sexy too. The Professor must be crazy.

“We have an ‘open’ marriage, Erin,” Hermione said, speeding up so she could get a good look at the woman. She looked a little used, and a little drunk too.

“What’s that mean?” Erin asked her, his brow wrinkled.

“It means we can see other people,” she said still looking at the Professor and the giggling woman.

“Oh, I see,” Erin said. This sounded quite interesting. He grinned to himself and tightened his grip on Hermione’s arm. She didn’t notice.

Severus was at his door now, and about to open it, when he looked back and saw Hermione on the arm of the Head Boy. He did a double take when he saw how she was dressed. Her jeans were dangerously low, and her shirt dangerously high. And was that a piercing on her taut little belly? He hesitated as the couple walked past him. The young man nodded at him.

“Good Evening, Professor,” he said. Hermione smiled and waved at him and kept going towards her room. She stopped outside her door.

Severus scowled, and Catherine said, “Come on, Severus, let’s go love.”

“All right,” he growled, opening the door and letting her in. He looked back at Hermione who was opening her door. Was she taking the Head Boy to her rooms? The little slut.

The Professor’s nostrils flared as he walked into his office and slammed the door loudly behind him. Hermione looked back, her eyebrows raised. What was that all about? She shrugged and looked up at Erin, who had a rather hopeful look on his face.

“Thank you for walking me to my rooms, Erin,” she said, smiling at him a little shyly.

“You’re very welcome, Hermione. I’ll be happy to do it anytime you stay too late at Gryffindor Tower,” he said, “which I hope is often.”

“That’s sweet,” Hermione said, opening her door. She turned toward him.

“Good night, Erin,” she said, stepping inside.

“Um…Hermione,” Erin said softly.

“Yes, Erin?” she replied.

“How about a little kiss for the walk?” he asked hopefully.

Hermione smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Erin,” she said, closing the door.

The Head Boy stood there for a little while. He’d been kissed by Hermione Granger…well Hermione Snape now, but still. That had to be a first. He always thought of her as a rather cold, bookish girl, but she certainly didn’t seem cold and bookish now. Not at all.

Smiling to himself, Erin made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, clearly smitten with the witch.

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In Severus’ bedroom, Catherine wasn’t having much success with the Professor at all. He just wouldn’t rise to the occasion.

“What’s wrong, Sevvie-poo?” she asked him as he sat with his back to the headboard, and she worked on him.

“Don’t call me Sevvie-poo, Catherine. I hate that,” he snarled at her, pushing her head back down. “Keep going.”

She did.

Severus couldn’t get the image of Hermione with the young wizard out of his mind. Was she fucking the boy right now in the room next to his? Shit, she had his name. If she should be fucking anybody, it should be him.

The Professor shook his head. Where the fuck had that come from. He didn’t marry the little chit with the intentions on fucking her. But hell, he had thought she was a virgin then. If she was already giving it out, then why shouldn’t he indulge himself?

No. She was still his student.

But damn, she was his wife too, and she was probably on her knees right now sucking that wizard off, doing a damn site better than Catherine was. Snape looked down at the witch. Suddenly he caught her by the hair.

“Forget it, Catherine. Just go home,” he said, rolling out of the bed and putting on his housecoat.

“But Sevvie-poo…” Catherine said.

Severus looked at her coldly and waved his hand at her so she was fully dressed. He went into his drawer and took out a port key that would take her directly home. Catherine looked hurt.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked him.

Severus looked at her.

“I got married today,” he answered her. Catherine stared at him, sobering up very quickly.

“Married? You’re jerking my kneazle,” she said, frowning at him slightly.

“No. I married a seventeen-year-old girl today. The Marriage Law. There were extenuating circumstances,” he said, looking at the woman. He had been seeing Catherine once a week for the past year. He didn’t even know what she did for a living.

“What kind of circumstances?” she asked. “Is she pregnant?”

“No. I’ve never touched her,” he said, his eyes hardening.

“So where is she?” Catherine asked.

“In the room next to mine. She has her own quarters. You saw her when we came in,” he said.

Catherine seemed to search her memory.

“You mean that slinky little piece with the belly-button ring?” she said, her voice sounding a bit shrilly.

Severus nodded.

Catherine scowled at him.

“And she stays here with you, in the same rooms?” she repeated.

“No, she has her own rooms,” he said. “She’s probably in there right now with that young wizard she was with,” he said, his voice a bit bitter.

Catherine looked at him sharply.

“Ah, I see now why you couldn’t get it up, Sevvie-poo. Pining for the piece you can’t have. You’re too old and too ugly for her,” Catherine said nastily in the way of women who have been deeply hurt. Pain for pain.

“Get out, Catherine,” Severus hissed.

“Fuck you, Sevvie-poo!” she screeched at him.

Before the Potions Master knew what he was doing, he backhanded the witch, knocking her to the floor. Catherine screamed, and held her hand to her bleeding mouth. Severus looked down on her.

“Get up, and get out of here before you get worse than that, you whore,” he breathed at her, his black eyes murderous.

Catherine stared up at him, her blue eyes full of fear. He had never struck her before, or shown the slightest inclination that he was capable of such an act. She crawled to her knees and stood up. She looked at her hand, and the blood on it. Her eyes filled with tears.

Severus turned away from her.

“Get the fuck out!” he breathed, on the brink of exploding. Catherine heard the danger in his voice, grabbed the port key and whispered “Portis”

She was gone.

Severus paced his bedroom for a few minutes. Then he stripped down and climbed into bed, trying not to imagine Hermione getting fucked next door. What did he expect? He had gone out to bring someone home. But he didn’t expect her to do the same thing…not on the night of her wedding, if at all. He expected her to swipe one of his books without his permission and curl up with it. That’s the way he always imagined the girl spent her nights, curled up with a book, not with her legs on the shoulders of some randy young wizard, who wouldn’t know what to do with her if the instructions were written on her ass.

The Potions Master scowled. Perhaps this marriage agreement required some rethinking. If Hermione was already a sexually active young woman, then he’d be within his rights to get a piece of her, wouldn’t he? It would be nice to have one woman for all his needs instead of the way it was, even for a little while. He’d have to think about this.

He rolled over and tried to sleep but found himself with a raging erection. Shit. Now it worked.

He growled in frustration and lay there, his eyes on the ceiling, thinking about his new wife getting reamed next door by some wet-behind-the-ears little wanker. His mood got blacker and blacker, but finally he fell asleep.

Fuck. She was even in his dreams.

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A/N: Ooh. Guess Severus really isn’t that nice when pissed off. Catherine said the wrong thing. Damn. And Erin better watch his step, too. If Hermione wanted Snape to believe she wasn’t a virgin, she did a good job of it, even if she wasn't trying to. Please review.

A/N/N: I just noticed all the fighting on the boards. lol. :::shaking head::: It's just a STORY ya'll. Stop insulting each other. Don't worry, there really won't be anything explicit with Severus and any other women. Just implied, hokay? hokay.