Day By Day

5

Hermione sat up and stretched. She'd had a restless night and supposed it was the fact that it was her first night in a new place. A place that happened to have a very attractive man in the next room. A man that was her husband. A man that she felt comfortable with but a man that gave her butterflies when he flirted with her. She had such a nice time with him at Harry and Ginnys. Last night walking to the chippy felt very relaxed as well. Maybe since she knew him most of her life it was easy to feel comfortable next to him. Why did she feel hesitant though. She enjoyed flirting with him, and their humor seemed to be similar. He had a naughty streak just like her. At the end of the day if this had been a normal circumstance, and they were dating, she'd feel much better about things. There would be no rush to meet the Ministry's deadline. The thing was, when she was in the same room with him she felt fine. It was when she was alone she had time to think about the inevitable. Time was what she wanted, but time was not what she had. She wondered if he felt this way too. Did he see her as his student in his mind? She'd caught him observing her but that could be for any reason. Spy's tend to do that. He never seemed the type of man to take advantage of a student in that way. Of course she was no longer his student. Why did she feel so insecure? Frustration was her new best friend.

Sunlight was just barely starting to come through the soft white curtains that hung in the dormer windows of her new bedroom. Wanting to explore the garden behind the house she got up to use the loo. As she quietly padded into the hall Severus was opening the door to the bathroom, a plume of steam escaping. Hermione froze as her eyes were met with the wizards. His hair was wet and he was wearing only a towel. A white towel that was slung very low on his hips. She drank in the sight of him, he had a bit of black hair on his chest that trailed down to his navel. That trail grew a little thicker as it crept below the towel. She tried desperately not to look at what appeared to be the outline of his penis creating a bulge. Gods it looked rather long she thought.

"Good morning. I hope you slept well." Severus said as he lifted both his arms to run his hands through his wet hair.

Hermione watched as the flat plain of his abdominal muscles moved along with his obliques. Twisting with him, his very defined biceps. He furrowed his brow looking at the girl who was not blinking.

"Hermione?'

"Uhh...uh...right...I...wait...what did you ask me?" She sputtered.

"Did you sleep well?'

"Oh...right. Yes well, I was thinking of exploring the back garden this morning."

"Okay."

Severus had a slight smirk on his face. The old man still had it. Although it had been awhile since a woman had looked at him while he was half naked. It was actually adorable the way she was trying to hold it together. Thank the gods he was a practiced spy in a former life. That was the only way he was able to contain the attraction he felt for her in that moment. The little witch stood there in a white sleeveless v-neck t-shirt that he could almost see through. No bra, and the dark shadow of her nipples were visible. If the t-shirt were any shorter he was sure he'd be able to see everything the charming little witch had to offer. Was she even wearing knickers? Fucking hell he thought. He should just walk up to her, rip her shirt off and take her to bed. Alas, he wasn't a raper, and he wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. They did need to have a talk though, and soon. The allotted time to consummate the marriage was baring down on them quickly. It actually angered Severus that they weren't given more time to get to know one another. But did it really matter anyway. The Ministry didn't care, to them the faster he fucked his wife and put a baby in her the better. He clenched his teeth at the thought. Hermione spotted the tension in his jaw.

"Are you alright Severus?"

Hermione all of a sudden felt very self conscious. 'Fuck, what must he be thinking! This stupid girl is ogling me and stuttering like a moron.'