Disharmony in the Dungeons

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 6 ~ The Morning After

The next morning found Severus up bright and early, prowling his study and waiting for Hermione to appear. But Hermione was sleeping in, which didn’t make her look too good to the Professor, who thought that she was exhausted from the previous nights activities. The truth was the entire week prior to the wedding she hadn’t slept well, and now her body was playing catch up.

Severus was furious, though he had no right to be. It was he who told her it would be a marriage in name only, and he who said she could have wizards in her quarters as long as she was discreet. And she had been relatively discreet, except for the fact that he saw her, but she saw him also, and didn’t seem very upset about it at all. But why would she be? She didn’t have any kind of feelings for him. What did she care who gave him head?

Severus thought back to the wedding. To the kiss he gave her. She had looked surprised, and it seemed as if she had kissed him back, a little. But it was more of a possessive kiss on his part, he really didn’t give her the option to participate. But she had looked surprised, and the surprise wasn’t all due to the suddenness of the kiss either. It was as if she didn’t expect him to be able to kiss. Yes, most likely that was it. Most people presumed that because he was so disciplined, that he had no heat. No passion. But they were very wrong about that. Especially when it came to women. Fucking a woman was a true joy to Severus, it fed his need for pleasure and for domination. Sadly, the selection he had didn’t inspire much passion. Release, yes, but passion. Not really. But he worked with what he had available.

One woman would be ideal, but he couldn’t find what he needed in one woman. Plus, one woman would want affection, emotion and most likely love. He could go for a fuck buddy, but he didn’t want to do love. Too consuming, too messy, to hard to clear out. Trying to get rid of all the emotions attached to loving someone when it was over was like trying to clear cockroaches out of a labyrinth. He didn’t want to go through that. He thought about Hermione. How long had she been seeing Mr. Bradcliff? Did she just pick him up last night, or was this something ongoing. They were both in the same house after all. But Severus was sure he would have noticed something. Both of them were in his Potions class, and one thing he knew for sure was that young people who are attracted to each other would find ways to sit and work together. And Mr. Bradcliff and his wife had done neither. So most likely she had latched on to the young wizard last night. This irked the Professor.

He looked at Hermione’s rooms. Where the fuck was she? Was the young wizard that good that she needed to sleep the entire morning away in order to recover? He scowled. No youngster could outdo him sexually. If Hermione slept like this over a boy, he’d have her out for forty-eight hours at least. He considered going into her rooms and waking her up. Then he got an idea. The kitchen. That would be the perfect excuse to be in her rooms. He had intended on making use of it. Yes, he could make breakfast…no, brunch. Brunch for two. That was it. He could wake her up then under the guise of feeding her. Why? Because he felt like it. He didn’t have to have a reason why. She was a Gryffindor. She would automatically assume he did it to be ‘nice’ a word not normally associated with him.

He slid the book out of her bookcase and walked into her rooms. First he went to the kitchen and checked her cooler. She hadn’t stocked it yet. Fine, he would just go to the kitchens and get what he needed and bring it back. He crept down the short hall and peeked in her rooms. He saw a shapely bare leg sticking out from under the annoyingly Gryffindor colored sheets. He could make out the roundness of her ass too. She was asleep on her stomach, lying crossways in the bed. Is that how the wizard left her? Well at least he wasn’t still with her.

The Professor exited her rooms, walked over to the floo, and grabbed some floo powder. He threw it into the flames.

“The kitchens,” he said and stepped through.

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At around eleven o’clock, Hermione stirred and rolled over in the bed. Her nose woke up before the rest of her. It smelled something delicious. Food. Breakfast. Coffee. Her amber eyes blinked open and she sleepily registered that the wonderful smells were coming from her kitchen. She rolled out of the bed, then headed for the loo to relieve herself. Then she washed her face and smoothed down her hair as best she could. It was long and curly now, but looked sleep tousled. She’d take care of that later, her stomach was growling. But who was cooking?

She tied on her housecoat over her nightie and padded out to the kitchen. She stood in the doorway and watched incredulously as Severus padded around the kitchen, cooking and setting the table simultaneously. For two.

“Severus?” Hermione said, rubbing her eyes.

The Potions Master turned and looked at the witch. His black eyes swept over her. She was barefoot, in a housecoat, her hair tangled as if she had been under a lover for most of the night. His nostrils flared a little at that thought. But she certainly looked lovely in the morning, tousled or not. Despite seething on the inside, Severus put up a good front. He had a lot of practice at hiding his true feelings due to his dealings with the Dark Lord.

“Good morning, Hermione. I thought I’d break your kitchen in,” he said rather pleasantly. Hermione looked suspicious.

“You made me breakfast?” she asked him, approaching the table. It certainly looked and smelled good. Sausages, eggs, pancakes, milk and coffee.

The Potions Master looked at her.

“Actually, I made me breakfast,” he said a little snarkily, “but I made enough for two, seeing as this technically is your kitchen. I couldn’t very well just eat in front of you.”

Ah, that sounded about right. Hermione’s suspicions were allayed. She went to sit down and the Potions Master hurried over and pulled her chair out for her. Hermione looked at him a moment, then took the seat. He sat down across from her. Hermione looked at the food.

“It certainly looks delicious, Severus,” she said, “I didn’t know you could cook.”

She began piling food on her plate. She was starved. She hadn’t eaten since before the wedding yesterday. To the Professor however, it looked like she was famished from her nighttime activities. He scowled a little.

“Of course I can cook. Anyone who chops and measures and simmers as I do is naturally a cook,” he replied with a hint of irritation. Hermione caught it in his voice, and looked up at him.

“Is everything all right?” she asked him. It was obvious he was out of sorts about something.

“Everything is fine, Hermione,” he replied.

They ate in silence for a while, Hermione tucking the food away with dispatch, then piling more on her plate. The Potions Master seemed to be getting madder and madder.

“Um…how was your date last night, Professor?” she asked him.

Severus looked at her blackly for a moment.

“It was fine. And how was your ‘date’ last night?” he shot back at her.

“My date?” Hermione asked him, puzzled.

“Yes, with the young wizard I saw you taking to your rooms last night, Mr. Bradcliff I believe,” the Potions Master replied, looking at her sharply.

Hermione realized what was wrong. The Professor thought she had brought Erin into her rooms for a late night shag. She started to tell him he was mistaken, but then, she thought about him bringing the witch into his rooms and decided to let him think what he wanted, maybe with a little help from her.

“Oh, it was wonderful,” she breathed. “Erin is very, very sweet.”

Severus snorted. If she ever spent the night with him, sweet would definitely NOT be one of the words she’d use to describe him.

“I suppose you go for the ‘sweet’ type,” he said, looking at her as he chewed a bit of sausage.

“Sweet is nice,” Hermione replied, “but I like intelligent too.”

Severus looked at her. He was intelligent. Extremely so. Hmm.

Suddenly, Hermione caught a spasm in her neck. She had slept on it wrong and shifted in her chair uncomfortably then winced. Severus scowled.

“Severus, do you have anything for pain available?” she asked him.

“So, you have aches from last night?” he asked her tightly.

“Wrong position,” she responded, referring to how she’d slept. Of course he read it wrong.

“Wrong position?” he asked her, his nostrils flaring again.

“Yes, my head was all wrong and I caught a cramp in my neck. I should have rested it on a pillow instead of the mattress. Too much weight on it,” she said.

Images of Mr. Bradcliff pressing Hermione’s head down into the mattress while he fucked her from behind filled the Potions Master’s head. His black eyes raked over her, and for a moment he was tempted to just go ahead and take her. Shove her up against the wall, lift up her nightie and show her what it was like to be fucked by a full-grown wizard, not some boy. Hermione looked up at him, noticing the dark look in his eyes.

“Are you all right, Severus?” she asked him a bit worriedly.

The Potions Master rose, his hand clenching together spasmodically.

“Severus?” Hermione asked again. She was getting a cold, fearful feeling in her stomach as she looked at the Potions Master.

“I’m going to get you something for pain,” he said tightly, stalking out of the kitchen and into his own rooms. He entered the study, walked over to one of the armchairs and punched it violently, several times before taking a deep breath. Then he exited the study, walked through his office, into his classroom and then to his potions stores. He took out a purple vial.

“I can’t believe I’m giving my own wife pain medication for aches she’s feeling as a result of another man fucking her,” Severus muttered. He certainly was referring to her as his wife quite a bit. He locked his stores back and returned to Hermione’s rooms. She was still seated at the kitchen table, finishing her coffee.

“Here,” he said, holding out the vial and looking at her darkly. She took it, and he returned to his seat. He watched her drink it down. Hermione sat there a moment, then a look of relief washed across her face.

“Much better,” she breathed, “Thank you, Severus.”

The Potions Master grunted, drinking down his coffee. It was cold. He looked at her.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked her.

Hermione stretched, her breasts pressing against her robes in a very luscious way. The Potions Master’s eyes glittered. Hermione had her eyes closed so didn’t see his look.

“Oh, I was going to go visit Gryffindor Tower,” she said.

“And Mr. Bradcliff?” he asked her, willing his voice to stay steady.

“Yes, if he’s around. But I want to see Harry and Ron too. And Ginny,” she responded.

A likely story. More than likely they’d hole up in the Head Boy’s private rooms and fuck some more. She really was a piece of work. Just like most women. Sluttiness must be inbred in females, some kind of gene or something that is triggered when they all reach womanhood.

Severus rose.

“I’ll come back and take care of the dishes,” he said shortly, heading for the door.

“No need, Severus, I can take care of them,” Hermione replied.

The Potions Master whirled on her.

“I said I would take care of the damn dishes, Hermione! You just get dressed and go where you’re going!” he yelled at her. Hermione jumped.

“All…all right, Severus,” she said, rising slowly, easing out the kitchen door and backing down the hallway cautiously, ready to run for her life. The Professor watched her, his black eyes glinting with anger, looking for all the world like he was going to attack her. But he didn’t. He let her leave.

Hermione backed into her bedroom, closed the door, locked it, then ran over to her wand, picked it up and warded the door securely. Then she sat down on the bed and let out the breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding since the Professor’s outburst.

Damn. Was he acting like that because he thought she had Erin in her rooms last night? That’s what it had to be. But why would he act so crazy about it? What did he care who she shagged? It’s not like he had any feelings for her. She thought it might be wise to stay out of the Professor’s way for a while. She had never seen the Professor lose it like that before. He looked positively murderous. Like he wanted to hurt her.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

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A/N: Wow, this Severus is proving to be more violent than any of my previous ones. Punching chairs, screaming at Hermione, thinking about raping her. Man oh man. Twiiiiisted. Please review.