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Written in Blood	By : Corinna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Finally! At long last, I have gotten around to the wedding! By my own calculations, I am three chapters behind myself, but I'm editing my predictions as I go along…so I have put myself as correct! If that made sense to anyone, let me know!

And this chapter closes with a lemon, so enjoy yourselves!

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It was a beautiful wedding, everyone present agreed. The bride was radiantly gorgeous, the groom…well, at least he looked happy. Half the room wore dress robes; the other half wore tuxedoes and gowns. And if the groom's men were a werewolf, a midget, a seventeen-year-old, and a ghost, nobody commented. The bridesmaids (Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, Luna, and Hermione's friend from home, Andrea Jansen) were lovely, in pastel blue dress robes that clashed terribly with Ginny's hair. And if Ron made snide remarks under his breath the whole time, and the bride's mother wept on her scowling husband's shoulder without pausing for a moment, everyone consented that it was understandable, given the circumstances.

The ceremony, performed by Albus Dumbledore, went off without a hitch. Although everyone enjoyed the ceremony, it was obvious nonetheless that everyone was on his or her guard, looking out for any foul play.

After the rings were exchanged, a huge cheer went up among everyone assembled, startling the bride's mother out of her weeping for a moment. Even Hermione's father stopped scowling at the groom momentarily.

The groom, Hermione observed, had never looked better. He was smiling, a huge improvement over usual, and his dress robes flattered him far more than his usual robes. Still black, but he would have heard from Hermione's mother otherwise, most likely. As he looked at her tenderly, she realized, I could spend the rest of my life with this man. Her own face broke out into a brilliant smile, and she threw herself into his waiting arms. He laughed, and gathered her to him. She looked up into his face, so close to hers, and leaned up to kiss him, as he leaned down to kiss her.

It took her a moment to figure out what felt so strange about kissing her husband, but then it came to her; it felt like coming home. She broke the kiss for just a moment; just long enough to whisper, "I love you."

His smile widened impossibly, and he kissed her again.

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They danced closely, seeming to drink in the feel of each other. Ron seemed to be dancing purposely close to them, as hard as Ginny tried to steer her brother away. Dumbledore seemed to be having a jolly time cutting a rug with McGonnagal, who seemed to be enjoying herself against her will. In fact, the only person who wasn't dancing his heart out was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to have decided to put himself in charge of security for the event.

The blonde boy was patrolling the doors, peering into the punch bowls, poking the flowers with his wand, and being generally a wet blanket. Still, Hermione was grateful for his diligence, cialcially as it meant that she didn't have to worry about security at her own wedding. She was especially grateful for Draco when Lucius Malfoy showed up.

A hush fell over the room, as the wizarding half realized who had shown up, and the muggle half caught on quickly that this guest was both unexpected and unwanted. Detaching himself from new new wife, Severus Snape walked purposefully over to the new arrival.

"Lucius," he hissed darkly, "I don't believe I sent you an invitation."

The blonde man smiled maliciously. "No, you did not. I was invited by your mother."

Snape sneered, in the manner that had become so familiar to him over the last years. "I don't believe I sent her an invitation either."

"Yes, well," Lucius drawled as he stepped into the room and removed his gloves, "I'm sure you'll be hearing from her on that matter soon enough."

He could hardly have missed the animosity coming at him from every direction, but must have become accustomed to it over the years. "Severus," he said coolly, "I can't imagine you would deny your old friend an invitation to your own wedding. You surely have more manners than that, do you not?"

Ice followed in his wake as he strolled casually over to the table of refreshments, tasting various foodstuffs.

A voice from behind Hermione whispered suddenly, "Don't eat the food."

She gave a little jump at Draco's voice, but managed to keep from making a sound. She whispered back, "Why not?"

"He's probably casting a spell on it. Wouldn't put it past him."

Lucius was ignoring the fact that every eye was fixed upon him with what could only be long practice. Finally, it seemed Snape could tolerate his presence no more, and stalked over to the other man, barking, "Lucius, leave now!"

The blonde man actually seemed surpri "W "Why, Severus, how cold of you. However, I suppose it is your wedding, and I must respect your wishes, of course. If I could only pay my respects to the bride?"

Snape looked very much as if he would like nothing better than to have Lucius pay his respects to the bottom of his boots, but nodded reluctantly. He beckoned Hermione forward, extending his hand.

Unafraid of this man they had bested in the war, Hermione held her head high, striding confidently to take her place next to her husband, clasping his hand firmly. She hardly flinched as Lucius took her hand in his cold one, and pressed it delicately to his lips. He scowled at Snape, as if griping, 'this will have to do, I suppose.' Hermione shivered involuntarily as he finally turned his back on the two of them and headed for the door.

Everyone assembled breathed an audible sigh of collective relief as the large doors swung shut behind him. Chatter immediately broke out among the guests, muggle and wizard alike, as Snape attempted to catch Dumbledore's eye. How were they to prevent people from eating the food without causing a general panic?

However, Dumbledore, as usual, had things under control. Raising his wand, he declared loudly, "I think it is time for dessert!"

With a flick of the ancient wizard's wand, the hors d'ouvres were immediately replaced by tarts, fudge, pies, and one gargantuan wedding cake.

Hermione and her new husband cut the cake, laughing, as her mother let out a wail.

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When they had finally gotten free of the well-wishers and various relatives (on the bride's side, at least), and had Dumbledore administer a memory charm to several muggles who had wandered out to the greenhouses and poked their noses in Greenhouse Seven, Severus and Hermione finally retreated to his chambers.

After opening the door, the newlyweds gasped in amazement. Someone, likely a house-elf or five, had completely refurbished the rooms--and added another, presumably to be Hermione's study. All her belongings had been transferred to the new room, which was in as perfect an order as she could have wanted. Hermione ran joyously around the room, touching everything as if she were afraid it would vanish. Turning her shining face to her husband, she gasped, "It's wonderful!"

He felt a rush of emotion, loving the sight of her happy smile. He waited patiently for ten or so minutes, until she finally settled on him after fluttering around crazily. Lacing her fingers behind his neck, she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "You know, this isn't the only room I'd like to see tonight…"

He heard the tone in her voice, and scooped her up into his arms without warning, causing her to shriek in surprise as he kicked open the door to his bedroom.

"You know," he grunted, "you actually have seen this room before."

She squeaked as he set her down on his bed, much like he had that first night. "I know," she replied as he leaded devilishly over her, "but I didn't really get much of a chance to appreciate it."

He remembered the way he had treated her that first night with a twinge of regret. He raised a pale hand to caress her cheek gently. "I'm sorry for how I behaved, Hermione."

She seemed surprised, he realized, and felt like an idiot for mentioning it. She responded, "That's all right, Severus, I know you were only worried about me. Well, I know that now. Then I thought you were a terrible prick."

He laughed at hearing such language from a girl most people thought was rather prudish. Then again, he smirked, most people hadn't seen her as he'd seen her, wanton and waiting for him. Remembering that image, he closed the distance between them and kissed her softly.

His lips closed over hers, and he reflected on how much better it was to kiss her in his right state of mind. Her lips were like silk, and he wished he could wrap himself in it. Slowly, he slid his tongue out of his mouth, caressing her lips with it. She parted her lips, allowing him access and tangled one of her hands in his hair, stroking circles on his back with the other. He stretched out, lying on top of her fully, and she let out an "oof!"

"Sorry," he murmured, transferring his weight to his elbows instead of her stomach. She shook her head, denying his apology, and claimed his lips again.

They kissed for long minutes, taking the time they hadn't been able to the last time they had been here. Neither of them was compelled by a curse this time, only by affection. He stroked her hair gently, loving the feel of it. He felt himself hardening, and told that part of himself sty juy just to wait for its own bloody turn. Hermione's hand became bolder, and began kneading his back more roughly, until she grabbed his side and caused him to buck violently and emit a strangled noise that sounded a bit like "Aauegheeealf!"

She jumped, startled, and then, seeing the terrified look in his unbelievably wide eyes, grinned mischievously. "You're ticklish!" she crowed.

He looked sternly down at his young wife. "I am not tick---aiaarfreep!" he squawked as tickled him again. She flipped them over, and proceeded to tickle him mercilessly until he finally regained enough of his bodily functions to pin her arms to her sides, rolling on top of her again.

"Surrender," he commanded.

Her eyes glinted, as she told him resolutely, "Never."

He lowered himself to nip at her earlobe. She squirmed delightedly, and he growled again, "Surrenderrrrr." He purred his 'R's, causing her to shiver in rapture.

"Mmmmm…" she panted, "never!"

He set to ravishing her, moving down to nibble her neck and throat, pausing occasionally to murmur, "Surrender…"

She always answered "No," but her protests were becoming increasingly weaker as she began to writhe in ecstasy as he transferred both her hands to one of his, using his other hand to softly massage her breast.

"Uungh," she moaned, letting the sensations wash over her. Her hands went limnd snd she stopped trying to get away. Finding her wedding dress, magnificent as it was, quite in the way, he set himself to propping his bride up as he undid the multitudinous buttons that stood between himself and his prize.

Finally defeating the last button, he shucked her of the dress, and draped it reverently over the chair to the side of the bed. His gaze swept over her, and part of him gave a jump of glee seeing her lack of underwear. While he was standing, he slowly slid out of his outer robes, seeing her watch intently. He cast his own robes on the floor, not really caring what became of them, and rejoined his wife on his bed.

She sat up, attempting to undo the clasp of her brassiere, but he stopped her, laying her back onto the bed. His fingers flicked delicate patterns over the lacy white material, and she gasped as he began to rub her nipple through the fabric.

The delicious friction of what he was doing felt so good that she arched up into his touch, wanting him to rub her harder. A low moan began to come from her mouth, and he quickly put an end to that by sealing their lips together. He sat up, with his legs on either side of hers, and slipped his hand behind her to unclasp her bra.

It came free easily, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Hungry, but not crazed. He was planning to enjoy this…slowly. He sat back, and traced the line of her swollen lips with one finger, loving the way she responded. He trailed his finger down her chin, stroking her neck, down to the cleft between her breasts, seeing fine hairs quivering in its wake. He raised the finger up to his mouth, and slowly sucked the tip of it inside. Seeing her moist pink lips part, he released the digit and transferred it to the mouth of his lover. She sucked it in greedily, tasting him, drinking him in, swirling her tongue around the tip. He pulled his finger away, to her sorrow, and began tracing circles around her nipples, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. She was panting heavily by now, and the want showed clearly in her eyes. Having mercy on her, but still taking his time, he lowered his mouth to her breast.

She cried out at the hot, wet mouth that enveloped her breast, as his other hand began to knead at otheother breast. He swirled his tongue around, causing her to cry out. But he didn't want this to end like last time, he reflected. He wanted her to be bursting with want when he took her. He released her, not heeding her cry of dismay, and continued down her body, his other hand remaining on her breast. Try as he might, he didn't think he could ever get his fill of her skin beneath his.

His hands trailed down to her thighs, as he dipped his tongue almost languidly into her belly button. He was unbelievably aroused, himself, but tonight, he told himself, was for her.

Not that he didn't plan to enjoy himself.

His hands kneaded the pale flesh of her thighs, his fingers skimming delicately as his thumbs stroked forcefully. He smiled to himself as he felt the tip of his chin brush curly hair. Unable to resist anymore, he dove in.

His tongue reached out delicately to flick her nub, and she cried out. "Severus!"

He licked her again, more firmly, and growled against her flesh, "Again." He buried his nose in her curls (As bushy as her hair used to be, he thought), and drank in her scent as she moaned again, "Oh, Severus!"

His tongue roamed deeper, and he decided she was most definitely ready for him. His argument was aided by her uncontrolled writhing, and he impatiently shucked his undergarments onto the floor.

He looked into her eyes, and whispered, "I don't want to hurt you again."

She panted wildly, "You won't, I promise. Now, please, Severus, hurry up and bloody fuck me!"

He was shocked at hearing such language from her. Shocked, and thrilled. He purred in her ear, "Anything for my lady."

He positioned himself at her entrance, fighting to keep control of his body, and eased forward. He was terrified he would see her grimace in pain, but the frantic and ravenous look in her eyes didn't diminish a whit. Encouraged, he pushed forward a few more inches. Seeing her pleading look, he decided enough was enough, and thrust into her all the way.

He moaned and she groaned as he filled her, but there was no pain, only an insatiable feeling that grew stronger by the millisecond. She was breathing very hard now, her breath coming in huge gasps. He slid out nearly all the way, still fighting to control himself, but he knew it was a losing battle. He slammed into her again, and she cried out.

He began to thrust, slowly, deeply, hitting the core of her being with every thrust. He looked at her face, totally in bliss, and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. As his thrusts became faster, and faster, and more erratic, his breathing increased, until he too was gasping for air. He could feel that he was close, and he bit her shoulder to get her attention.

She was beginning to buck in time with his thrusts, and he growled into her ear as he pounded into her with bruising force, "Hermione!"

"Ah!" She cried by way of response.

He shouted at last, "Surrender!" as he went over the edge.

Her answer was a resounding "YES!"
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