Confessions of a Snarky Professor

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Chapter 8

“I’m getting too old for this,” I groan as my back protests moving so much while I try to situate myself and my bedmate in a more comfortable position. The too young and too beautiful witch I have spent the entire evening having sex with seems to like using my body for resting her head upon more then the pillows behind us.

“No,” she sighs, “I’m seventeen, eighteen if you count all that time I used a time turner in my third year, and I’m starting to feel a little sore myself!” Her hands slide up my chest and rest upon my shoulders as she nuzzles her head against me. I wonder if I will ever get used to “cuddling” with someone. Forget the fact that I’ve been shagging Hogwarts Head Girl clear through my mattress, but here we are laying wrapped around each other like love birds. It’s disturbing and at the same time strangely nice.

“Are you regretting tonight already?” I ask teasingly, but with a hint of underlying concern the the answer could be yes.

“No way!” she says as she squeezes impossibly closer to me. “You’re mine, Severus Snape! No one will ever be able to take you from me now!”

I can’t help but snort! Does she think there is a queue waiting behind the bedroom door to take me from her? It is I that should be worried. She’s an amazingly brilliant, young witch, and in her own way, quite lovely to behold. What the hell does she see in me?

“Do you think our marriage will shock anyone?” she says.

“Marriage!?” I ask, shocked, and a bit shacken by the word and all that it entails.

“Well, you don’t think I’m going to perform the fidelity bond with you and not eventually drag your arse to a member of the Wizengamot so I can make an honest man of you, do you?” Her face is completely serious and I can almost see her thoughts.

I laugh. She’s rather amusing when she’s telling me what’s what. Hermione Granger has made up her mind it seems. She has planned her future which evidently now includes me and there won’t be any if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. On my tours of the halls I have heard Potter and Weasley complain of her being a bossy wench, but I never knew just how commanding she could be until just now. I wonder if this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life.

“Oh, you’re going to drag my arse to a member of the Wizengamot and make an honest man of me, hmm?” I raise a mocking eyebrow at her and swat her luscious plump bottom.

“Ouch!” she exclaims and then raises up and looks at me in a stern and oddly arousing way.

“Severus Snape! I may be a muggle born witch, but I know what the fidelity bond is! Remember I performed it on you first. I know that it’s a marriage rite, and I know it’s generally practiced on the honeymoon to ensure that the castor’s mate always keeps the sexual bond between them sacred. You can’t have another lover. You WILL marry me,” she says emphatically as if it was silly for me to ever think otherwise.

“That’s right, Miss Granger.” I agree. “You forget that I am a pure blood wizard. I know exactly what the fidelity bond is used for. As you stated it is generally used on the honeymoon night for newlyweds to prove to their mates that they will keep their vows sacred, but, my little lioness, it was not originally part of the marriage rites. It was created for a master who wished to keep his conce fre from straying.”

I can not contain my mirth at her reaction. Her eyes narrow at me and her face flushes with anger. The old saying that a witch in a rage can often be the most erotic sight known to wizard kind is true. I smirk at her. How easy to goad this lioness into passion simply by disrupting her orderly plans. She’s such a tempting witch, perhaps I shall play some more tonight after all! You would think that it was I who was the hormonal seventeen-year-old here! The way my cock is slowly swelling, it seems that my aged body is up for more fun after all!

“You are correct,” I add “You did cast the first bond, but as I recall you accepted my bond as well. You know as well as I do that you do not have to perform marriage rites to perform this bond. In fact, this bond dates all the way back to the days of the ancient Egyptians. It wasn’t until after the late 17th century when it became romantic and then later tradition to add it to the rites. I already own you sexually, my lioness. As the old saying goes, why would I bother buying ingredients from the apothecary if I can pick them from the garden for free?”

I watch her eyes grow wide after I finish my lecture. I hope she has learned her lesson. NEVER try to outwit a Slytherin. She is obviously both angry with me for spoiling her plans and I believe I detect a bit of hurt in her eyes. My heart again squeezes painfully in my chest. The thought of her pain seems to affect on me against my will. It’s unsettling and doing nothing for my lustful mood. I frown at her.

“I see,” she says. There is definitely hurt in her voice. I can hear it as well as see it now. She quickly moves away from me and tries to escape the bed but I pull her back.

“Where do you think you are going?” I chide and she struggles to break free from my grasp on her arms.

“Let go of me, Professor,” she snaps. Oh, so she is angry too! “I have to leave! It’s getting late.”

“You were not in such a hurry a moment ago. Before I squashed your little fantasy of an ethereal, blessed bonding ceremony or was it a Muggle white wedding? You were quite content to lay in my arms,” I say and she stops squirming and pulling to turn round and look at me.

Her voice is clipped and there is no doubt of her irritation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any…”

I cut her off quickly. “Don’t lie to me, Hermione. As you pointed out when we were first together you are a Gryffindor not a Slytherin. Lying does not come naturally to you and clever though you are, you cannot fool me. There is a reason that I am Head of Slytherin House. I know a ploy when I see oneu thu thought in getting me to bond with you using a marriage rite, I would have no choice but to marry you. It is not my fault that you did not research that particular bond enough to know your plan could backfire. I told you before that reality is never as sweet as fantasy and I also warned you that I was a Death Eater and not a man of high ethics. You have bonded to me sexually. Your body is mine now and no one else can have you, just as mine belongs to you. If you are regretting your actions it is much too late.” Her head lowers in defeat. She knows that I have read her correctly and she is stuck with me now.

Yes, unfortunately I have read her exactly right. I wonder if I should pity her mistake. I shouldn’t have taken someone so young and naïve. I can’t help sighing internally. ‘Fool!’ I berate myself. I shall hate myself far longer for trapping this poor innocent creature than for any of my other past crimes, heinous though some of them were. She shouldn’t be bonded in any way, shape, or form to someone the likes of me. I should have known better than to take from her what she was far too willing to give.

“I know it’s too late,” she says as she bows her head unable to look me in the eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t hariedried to trick you, Severus. I just…”

“Was a foolish young girl with dreams of rainbows and happily-ever-afters. Hermione, do you listen to me at all when I tell you anything?”

“Yes, I do. I swear I do. It wasn’t just about happily-ever-afters, Severus. I don’t regret it, honest I don’t. It’s just…” her voice sounds desperate and scared. She stops in the middle of her speech and she bites her bottom lip. She is nervous and I wonder what it could be that she is hiding now.

“What? You are hiding something else. I can tell. I have been honest with you, Hermione. Why are you lying to me? If you truly want me, you will take me as I am and you will be honest with me as I have been with you. Tell me now!” I demand. “Tell me the truth.”

Her head snaps up and her eyes blaze fire through her tears. This is my passionate Gryffindor lioness. There again is the fearless witch that my heart seems so fond of.

“Okay, fine! I’ll tell you the truth!“ she says in a heated voice. “I want it all, Severus! I want you to marry me. I want you bonded to me forever. I don’t want you to just want to shag me. I want you to love me. I want you to feel what I feel when I look at you! I want to own you and possess you! I… I…”

“Go on,” I encourage.

“No…” she finishes softly.

“How can it be so wrong?” She shakes her head and I see tears slowly slide down her cheeks. “I know who and what you are. I know that my fantasies are silly, but I see so much in you. I feel it in my bones and in my heart. I’ve tried not to. I swear I have, but I just need you and want you too much. Please, please marry me! Love me! Be with me, Severus! I’ll never regret it and I will do my best to make sure you never do either!” she pleads through her tears.

“Is that all?” I ask her quietly and I pull her to me tightly, hoping to calm her. “Is that why you are here tonight? Why you got Potter and Weasley to help you and why you tried to trick me? Because you love me?”

“Yes, I know it was wrong. What I feel is wrong, even if it does feel right to me. I was afraid there was no other way to have you. You’re not the most lovable person in the world, you know? I just don’t see you getting down on bended knee for me. I guess you could say I figured when in Slytherin do as the Slytherins do,” she says as she sniffs and looks at me with her big brown eyes. “I never realized how hard it would all be, but you are worth it to me, Severus.” She giggles. “After this, I have a whole new respect for Draco Malfoy, but I’ll deny it to the grave if you ever tell him!” I chuckle along side her. She is truly a remarkable witch.

“Hermione, I will make you no promises of marriage and I will not declare undying love for you, but I have no intentions of ever abandoning you and if you will allow me I would very much like to make love to you,” I tell her.

She smiles at me and I wipe away the last of the tears that have fallen down her cheeks. Placing tender kisses in their place and then on her soft swollen lips. Her body has been taken, but now it will be worshiped as thrm orm of a goddess should be. We lay back upon the bed and I run my hands gently up and down her sides as she calms with each touch. Her eyes close and her lips part in sweet invitation. I take my time kissing her, deepening our kiss as she opens for me like a flower blossoming in the spring. When I am sure she is relaxed and ready, I roll us over so that she is on her back. She pulls me closer to her instinctively and I settle between her open thighs. I reluctantly end our kiss to move along her neck, paying special attention to the sensitive place behind her earlobe. I nibble and tease the creamy flesh of her collarbone and finally take the peak of her left breast into my mouth while I affectionately rub and tease the nipple on the right. Her breath hitches and her hands slide into my hair holding me in place. I take my great delight in her sighs and the encouraging murmurs of her pleasure. I move lower to her stomach and hips placing more kisses as I go and caressing her generous curves. Gliding my body lower still, she moans and she gasps when I open her folds and lap leisurely at the sensitive nub inside while I slide a finger in and out of her warm, wet center. I watch her rapturously. She is beyond beautiful. Her first orgasm peaks and she cries out to me.

She is so much more then I will ever deserve and I want her to know how precious she is to me. I move back up her body and position myself to enter her.

“Open your eyes for me, Hermione. Look at me while I make love to you.” Her eyes flutter open and lock with mine. When our bodies are reunited it is all I can do to keep from weeping with the magnitude of how perfect she is and how blessed I am to be bonded with her in this way. It is almost too much for me to hold off my own release before hers, but mercifully she cums a moment before I do.

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Epilogue:

I made her no promises that night. Nor did I tell her I love her, though I realized before she even left my bed for her own that my heart belonged to her. I truly did love her, strange though the feeling was to me.

It was quite difficult hiding our affair from the entire school sans Potter and Weasley who already knew. Imagine my surprise, every time they readily offered help bailing Hermione and me out of dubious and often precarious situations. I didn’t like owing the little shites, but Potter insisted as long as I treated Hermione right and made her happy we could call it repayment for me saving their arses from Voldemort on multiple occasions.

I married Hermione two weeks after she graduated. Her parents disowned her. They couldn’t accept her choice in a husband being as old as they were or that she wished to stay in the magical world instead of returning to the Muggle world. It broke her heart, but true to her word she says she doesn’t regret being with me.

Dumbledore and the rest of the staff were a little more forgiving. Dumbledore more so then the rest of the staff or McGonagall and Remus Lupin. Albus, after his initial shock faded, twinkled at us and said he wouldn’t ask if we didn’t tell. Minerva and Lupin on the other hand cornered me in the hall and tried unsuccessfully to cut off the protruding parts of my body that Hermione loves best. Again I found myself actually thankful for the assistance of Potter and the youngest Weasley boy. The rest of the staff raised their eyebrows and whispered behind our backs for a few months then when the news was old, moved on to another more exciting topic for the rumor mill to gossip about.

Hermione replaced a retired Irma Pince as librarian here at Hogwarts the year after she graduated, so we do not have to be apart during the school year. I still try to teach Potions and keep thick-headed adolescents from blowing themselves up or the castle. We have been married seven, almost eight years now, and last night I was informed rather unceremoniously by Poppy Pomfrey that I’m going to be a father. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I’ve never been more frightened or happy in my entire life, though I never tell anyone that I have such feelings other then my little lioness. Hermione says that it’s okay for me to feel the way I do and it’s perfectly natural, but I do not wish for the world to think me weak. When I confided in her of my feelings she kissed my forehead and called them the confessions of a snarky professor.

THE END

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A/N - I would like to send a great big hug and thank you to the marvelous Dryad for beta-ing for me! She does the most amazing beta work! You wouldn't believe all the red slashes! LOL! I think she channels Snape when she works... But that's a good thing!

I would also like to thank all my readers and reviewers! Your encouragement and kind words kept me going and made my days! Unless you are as insecure about your writing as I am you have no idea how very much I appreciate each and every one of you! I do read every review and you guys are so wonderful! THANK YOU!!! *hugs and kisses*

And finally, Confessions of a Snarky Professor is now finished. I don't know whether to be sad or happy. I hope you guys won't hate me for how soft and OOC Snape was during the last Chapter. I tried to stay as true to him as I could w/ such a fluffy ending. I really see him being that insecure about himself where love is concerned. I also, don't see him promising marriage or undying love right away, that is why I had to add the epilogue. Always, always remember folks! Snape is never easily manipulated and he doesn't give what he is not ready to give.