A Most Sensitive Sleeper
Title: A Most Sensitive Sleeper
Team: The Order, dahling
Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge: Spousal Duties
Rating: PG-13 (language)
A/N: Summer break is finally here! This is my first attempt at getting back in the swing of non-academic writing. It's good to be back!
Severus peeked an eye open to look at the clock by his bed. 4:45 AM.
He stifled a groan and glanced at his young wife sleeping beside him. After so many years of solace, he was still getting accustomed to sharing his living quarters - and his bed.
“What do you mean, you wake up if I turn over in my sleep?” she’d asked, amused.
He gave her a grim look. “I mean, woman, that I will not be able to sleep if you thrash about at all hours of the night. I am a sensitive sleeper.”
He’d come to regret using the word “sensitive.” Hermione brought it up every chance she could.
*
4:47 AM. Bloody hell, he thought as his head landed on the pillow. While popular opinion held that he was likely a vampire capable of functioning on minimum amounts of sleep, the man needed eight hours a night. While eight hours did not make him the most jovial creature, it certainly kept him from imploding over the inanity that was life as a Hogwarts professor. His sleep was something he cherished.
And, somehow, he’d managed to marry the most over-active sleeper on the Hogwarts staff. He imagined that only Hagrid could be more difficult to sleep with than the former Miss Granger.
No, that’s not right. She’s most pleasant to sleep with, just not the most pleasant sleeper.
*
“Severus…”
He opened his eyes. 5:05 AM.
He yawned. “Yes, Hermione,” he said, knowing she was entirely incoherent.
“The birds. Make them stop.”
He had windows in the dungeons, charmed though they may be, but they did allow in the sounds of the outside world, including the chirping birds. He could hardly hear them, but apparently Hermione was having no difficulty, in spite of the fact that she was half-dead.
A grin spread over his face.
“If I ‘make them stop’, will you promise to wake up early so I can have at least an hour of uninterrupted sleep?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He gave a wicked smile. “Alright then, darling. I’ll make them stop.”
*
BANG BANG.
Hermione shot straight up in bed, clutching the sheets to her chest. “What the hell?” she asked aloud. She glanced at the clock. 5:10 AM. “Who in the bloody fucking world is up at this hour?” She rubbed her eyes.
“Language, dear,” she heard her husband say from the doorway.
She looked up at him, leaning against the doorway just so, grinning at her with far too much cheek for it being 5:10 in the morning.
“Severus,” she said slowly. “What did you do?”
“I shot at a few birds. What else would I be doing at this hour of the morning?”
“You shot the birds? Why?” Hermione said, exasperated.
“You asked. Spousal duties and all that." He walked over and got into bed. "You owe me an hour of uninterrupted sleep."
She groaned.
*
Team: The Order, dahling
Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge: Spousal Duties
Rating: PG-13 (language)
A/N: Summer break is finally here! This is my first attempt at getting back in the swing of non-academic writing. It's good to be back!
Severus peeked an eye open to look at the clock by his bed. 4:45 AM.
He stifled a groan and glanced at his young wife sleeping beside him. After so many years of solace, he was still getting accustomed to sharing his living quarters - and his bed.
“What do you mean, you wake up if I turn over in my sleep?” she’d asked, amused.
He gave her a grim look. “I mean, woman, that I will not be able to sleep if you thrash about at all hours of the night. I am a sensitive sleeper.”
He’d come to regret using the word “sensitive.” Hermione brought it up every chance she could.
*
4:47 AM. Bloody hell, he thought as his head landed on the pillow. While popular opinion held that he was likely a vampire capable of functioning on minimum amounts of sleep, the man needed eight hours a night. While eight hours did not make him the most jovial creature, it certainly kept him from imploding over the inanity that was life as a Hogwarts professor. His sleep was something he cherished.
And, somehow, he’d managed to marry the most over-active sleeper on the Hogwarts staff. He imagined that only Hagrid could be more difficult to sleep with than the former Miss Granger.
No, that’s not right. She’s most pleasant to sleep with, just not the most pleasant sleeper.
*
“Severus…”
He opened his eyes. 5:05 AM.
He yawned. “Yes, Hermione,” he said, knowing she was entirely incoherent.
“The birds. Make them stop.”
He had windows in the dungeons, charmed though they may be, but they did allow in the sounds of the outside world, including the chirping birds. He could hardly hear them, but apparently Hermione was having no difficulty, in spite of the fact that she was half-dead.
A grin spread over his face.
“If I ‘make them stop’, will you promise to wake up early so I can have at least an hour of uninterrupted sleep?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He gave a wicked smile. “Alright then, darling. I’ll make them stop.”
*
BANG BANG.
Hermione shot straight up in bed, clutching the sheets to her chest. “What the hell?” she asked aloud. She glanced at the clock. 5:10 AM. “Who in the bloody fucking world is up at this hour?” She rubbed her eyes.
“Language, dear,” she heard her husband say from the doorway.
She looked up at him, leaning against the doorway just so, grinning at her with far too much cheek for it being 5:10 in the morning.
“Severus,” she said slowly. “What did you do?”
“I shot at a few birds. What else would I be doing at this hour of the morning?”
“You shot the birds? Why?” Hermione said, exasperated.
“You asked. Spousal duties and all that." He walked over and got into bed. "You owe me an hour of uninterrupted sleep."
She groaned.
*