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For my Husband for Valentines- Why I Love You	By : elsbeth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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For My Husband For Valentines-

Why I Love You...
Disclaimer-This is meant to be Hermione to Severus (although it could be my own marriage), and I do not own the characters. They are J.K.R.'s and I am grateful to get to play with them.

Thanks so much for the reviews! This is my first attempt at writing except in school. Yes, I AM a lucky woman, and I'm so glad someone else thought some of it was funny- I was afraid it was TOO sweet.
I'm working on a companion piece from Snape's point of view.
Why do I Love You.?

For your hands.

You have the most beautiful hands...large and strong. Sometimes as we are working together I look at your hands and have a flashback to what those hands were doing to me the night before and I totally lose track of my work.

You stroke my cats with those hands while muttering something about "keeping ALL the pussies happy..." and it makes me all tingly to watch.
For your smirk.

You smirk at me when you've just climbed 2 flights of stairs behind me and carressed my ass the whole way and now you're watching me try to make coherent conversation with people instead of sounding like a blethering idiot.

I can feel your smirk when you've just coaxed another orgasm from my sated body when I thought I couldn't possibly come again and I thought I was too sleepy for sex anyway, and you pull me spoon fashion against you and purr in my ear "now go to sleep"

while your hands are doing things that make sleep most unlikely.
For your snarky attitude.

When you tell me for about the thousandth time, in your driest and most put-upon voice, that life would be so much simpler if I would just "listen to your husband" but your eyes are laughing.

I say I think you are reading my mind, and you just smile and say "some books are easy".

And when I tell you if I get as crazy as your Mother in my old age shoot me, and you say we'll take a walk in the woods and only one will come out, and I'm SO besotted with you that I interpret that to mean "I'll always be there and take care of you" and I feel all warm and comforted.
For the things you do to me in bed.

After 20 years of marriage you make me feel young and hot and sexy; I, who was a bookworm and too smart for my own good, and could count on one hand the number of times I had ever had an orgasm with anyone else when I married you. You make me come again and again until I lose concious thought and all language skills and can only pant and moan.

I snuggle up to you when you go to sleep. You're so very warm, and even in sleep your hands are possesive and find my intimate places.
For the two fine sons you've given me.

They are such a fascinating mix of the two of us. The eldest is a copy of you physically, but is so earnest and forthright and has a tender and vulnerable heart. The youngest looks like me, but at 16 already has your smirk and your dry, snarky wit. Gryffindor and Slytherin "to the manner born", but both with enough concern for family politics and enough intelligence to talk the sorting hat into Ravenclaw instead.
For just being you.

I didn't love you when I married you, I thought I was "settling". But I woke up one morning and realized I was in love. I don't care anymore if its magic or potions or just that you're addictive. You have my heart.
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