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And They Didn\'t Live Happily Ever After	By : ElizabethStump Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 90306 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"And They Didn't Live Happily Ever After"

Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
"Mount Ruapehu"

Disclaimer: Five score and seventeen chapters ago, this author brought forth on the Internet a new fanfic, conceived in fun and without profit, and dedicated to JK Rowling who is the creator and owner of Harry Potter and its universe.

A/N: Disclaimer a parody of the opening paragraph of Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.

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Since the Snapes had a six o'clock Portkey, they had to start getting ready. As much as Severus wanted to take his bride right there and then as he helped unwrap her from the yards and yards of vibrant silk that encased her, he held back. He wanted this night to be just a little extra special, despite Hermione's attempts to make their wedding nothing more complicated than a simple day when their life together was finally on paper.

While Severus was assured the Portkey would have them landing inside instead of outside in the snow, they wore clothes warm enough for where they were going, without sweltering in heavy clothes for the tropical climate they were still in. They had warm winter cloaks ready in a satchel.

They went through their checklist verbally as they did when they were about to travel, even for the short weekend jaunts abroad they made to Japan and China when Hermione was studying her languages, or to California for resort spa research.

"Toiletries?"

"Packed."

"Underclothes, socks, trousers, shirts, jackets, cloaks, your skirts and dresses?"

"Definitely packed," Hermione replied, remembering the one time she forgot to pack socks for both of them when they used to just list "clothes." That had resulted in item-listing all the items for future trips. Toiletries were easier to replace than clothing at the last minute.

"Your belly-dancing outfit too?" he asked with a sensuous hint in his voice. He enjoyed how she would let him watch her practice, especially since the recital was in less than three weeks and she needed to work on her routine for the group.

"Yes, and I even packed your turban if you want to play Sultan again," she answered with a knowing smile.

"Books?"

"Absolutely." Though as to how much time they'd have to read on their honeymoon was under discussion, but she did have a few travel books she included after finding out where they were going.

"Potions?"

"Yes: Standard kit plus Portkey Lag Potion, Sequoia, Lubrication, Polyjuice, Contraceptives."

Downstairs with their trunk ready and packed, and cloaks ready for travel, Hermione went over a few last details with her apprentice. Akela assured her mistress the cats would be fed and taken care of, the passion vines properly tamed, items harvested and prepared, and everything watered accordingly for all the gardens, including the farm on the west side of the island, while Akela continued working on her Spanish, anatomy and Code of Ethics. Final farewells to the last of the guests were given shortly before they locked up their house for the next two weeks.

Since time was running short, they took the Floo to the Portkey office, besides not wanting to walk through town in warm clothing that was making them sweat slightly, even with a Cooling Charm.

Much to their surprise, some of the townsfolk and people who worked at the manufacturing facility were there at the Portkey office to give the bride and groom a send-off. They tossed flower petals and rice, and held their wands aloft, sending sparks that raced along the ceiling of the Portkey office before trailing off into faint glowing embers. There were more handshakes and kisses wishing the couple the best on their trip. It wasn't a surprise luau reception, but it was a pleasant ambuscade.

As they landed at their destination, Hermione hugged Severus with delight as a roaring fire was burning in the fireplace. She had decided to let him plan the honeymoon, and so where they landed with their Portkey was a complete surprise to her since the only thing she knew was that they were going to New Zealand and nothing else.

In their blissful denouement cuddles when they wished they could lay there much longer, but had to get up and hurry off somewhere, she had talked about how she wished they could be off in some remote snowbound cabin. There they would be undisturbed and thereby left alone for them to fuck their brains out endlessly.

After untangling her arms from about his neck and giving him a slew of grateful kisses peppered about his cheeks and lips, she ran over to the window to peer out. Sure enough, all she saw was a field of snow lit with the golden glow of the low-slanting sun since it was just after four in the afternoon – the next day. The time zone difference was twenty-two hours ahead, but for their body clocks, it was just two hours behind, which meant the Portkey Lag Potion was optional if they wanted an additional two hours of energy that night.

"Ooh, there is even a hot tub!" She squirmed with gladness seeing that everything seemed to be just as she wished. Had she been a dog, her tail would have been excitedly wagging. Even without a tail, her bottom wiggled back and forth in an enticing manner such that Severus had to prevent himself from taking her right there and then. "Which mountain are we on? Mount Cook? Mount Hutt?"

"Mount Ruapehu," he informed her.

"Really? This much snow on the North Island?"

"Yes, I was assured there was a nice base and we might even get a flurry or two as we're still in the snowy season. Next week we'll go to the South Island." That was all he spilled on the details. He wanted to surprise his bride with the fact they would be spending a few days at a Muggle bed-and-breakfast in Christchurch close to the botanical garden, including a romantic picnic while punting on the River Avon, before spending the last days of their honeymoon in a wizarding village on Stewart Island.

Severus went over to the ice box in the kitchen area of the large one-room cabin – well, mostly one room as the toilet, shower, and sink were in a separate walled-off area, but the large tub for two was in the living room area for easy placement with a wand for soaking in right in front of the fire. Looking in the icebox, he was pleased it had everything he stipulated when he made the reservation through a wizarding travel agency over in Honolulu. There was even the right brand of champagne ready and chilled.

After putting the wedding cake in the ice box, he grabbed a couple glasses before popping the cork on the champagne. As he was busy doing that, Hermione did a quick unpack charm.

"Did you tell your parents about my wedding present to you?" Severus asked Hermione as she put away their toiletries in the small bathroom.

"No, I didn't get a chance," she answered, her voice carrying out easily to Severus in the next room. "And given we originally agreed that we wouldn't go through the bother of fretting over what to get each other, it would have felt a bit awkward to tell them you got me something while I got you nothing. And that doesn't include the ruby necklace and earrings you got me. How does one come up with a present comparable to two acres of prime land?" she asked rhetorically. Hermione was still rather overwhelmed. Severus had Side-Along Apparated them on the eve of their wedding to his farm on the west side of the island to announce to her that he’d bought the adjoining two acres for her to do with as she willed. Stunned and thrilled was putting her reaction mildly.

"Well, I did surprise you with it last night, so it wasn't like you had time the morning of our wedding day to pop on out and get something last-minute," he conceded.

In fact Hermione did come up with an idea that morning, but wanted to wait until now to surprise him with it.

Hermione emerged from the bathroom in her silk floor-length Slytherin green nightgown edged with silvery gray lace, her ropes of pearls, the henna tattoos that still adorned her hands, wrists, and feet, and nothing else.

Severus stopped in his tracks entranced by the vision of his bride giving him a come-hither look in her silk nightgown that he loved to slip her out of. The sight of her hair cascading around her shoulders just completed the alluring vision before him, in addition to clearly seeing the outline of her nipples standing out against the silk, casting slight shadows.

"There is one present I thought I could give you, but I'm not sure how it could compare," she said, a bit shyly.

She slunk over to her husband and plucked one of the flutes from his hand and replaced the flute with a vial containing a pale, clear liquid. Hermione looked up at him questioningly, trying to gauge his reaction of her present to him.

Severus swallowed hard, more nervous than when he asked her to marry him or the night she showed up on his doorstep after her anniversary dinner with Weasley in that red dress, but it was also the perfect present, if she was indeed suggesting what she did with this vial in his hand.

"I said you didn't have to decide now–" he began to question her decision, but was stopped short with a soft finger upon his lips.

"I have been thinking about it for a while. And if I'm so willing to drink pomegranate juice to bind myself to you in one way, then what is there to stop me from wanting to bind myself to you completely as your wife with children?" she asked him as she gazed up into his face that looked down at her in amazement and growing happiness. She tossed the flute of champagne down her throat and quickly set down her glass.

Severus matched her action and drank his in one quick go. Then he set the empty flute and the unopened vial of contraception potion Hermione never took that morning on the table before scooping her up in his arms.

It was a bruising kiss. Hermione felt she would nearly drown in it, the way his arms held her so tight and his mouth demanded so much that she surrendered to his every desire. She mewled with want from his ferocity.

The bed had been strewn with flower petals in anticipation of the bridal couple's arrival, but they didn't even make it the few extra feet and instead wound up on the couch in front of the roaring fire. Both sets of hands went to work on removing Severus' clothes completely before he took the extraordinary pleasure of peeling the green silk away from his bride's skin, leaving the pearls to caress her skin along with his fingertips.

The pair already perched on the couch, Hermione was ready for him as she threw a leg around his waist and drew him between her legs. She was willing to keep the foreplay brief since she was already aching for him, having taken the Lubrication Potion when she changed.

"Are you prepared with the idea of getting pregnant on our honeymoon? Ready to jump into parenthood right after marriage?" he asked. He spoke around a mouthful of nipple as he played with them and licked them teasingly, which made Hermione arch her back against the couch and grind her pelvis up against him harder as he knelt between her legs. He knew how Hermione liked to plan things and take her time with large decisions in her life. She stressed easily if things did not go according to her carefully laid-out schedule, which is why it seemed somewhat sudden, though she did indicate she had thought this over carefully.

"We've been playing house as if we were married in everything but the rings and license for the past year and a half," she assured him. "It's not as if we didn't have some time to settle into our lives together. Trust me, I'm ready," she growled playfully as she hooked an ankle around him and with her legs drew him forward, which caused him to canter forward.

If having a backyard full of screaming kids all day no longer fazed Severus, he knew he was certainly ready for children as well.

Alternating between kissing her neck and suckling at her breasts, he slipped a hand down between her legs and toyed with her a bit. With his teeth lightly capturing her nipple, he smiled up at her and she gazed back with begging need. This time, he wanted to make her beg. With a thumb slowly circling her clit, he slipped two finger inside of her and found the spot that made her sing her cries of exultation.

"Please, Severus, I need you! Fill me, take me..."

Severus was not willing to relent to her pleas, as delicious as they were to his ears.

Hermione could feel herself close, and she wanted Severus to be inside of her for her first orgasm on their wedding night. "Please, Severus, I want you inside of me." Realizing that he could quickly counter that he was technically inside of her with his fingers, she added, "I want to feel more of you. I want you inside of me now." The end of her plea morphed into a keeling wail.

Severus was happy to oblige. Keeping his two fingers inside of her, he pressed the head of his cock to slide just below his fingers and press at her entrance.

Hermione's eyes momentarily widened, realizing what he was about to do and nodded her head minutely giving him permission, as her body was willing and wanting.

Carefully, Severus slid himself into with slow and shallow strokes, going deeper each time while his two fingers remained inside of Hermione, palpitating her G-spot. They had done this a few times before, and he knew to proceed slowly so her body could accept the extra girth without discomfort.

Once seated into her, Severus began to slide in and out, his fingers continuing their work to add extra pleasure for Hermione.

Eye shut tight, Hermione reveled in the feeling of being stretched while fucked. It didn't take very long for her to crest and squeeze around him as she came, the experience heightened with the pressure on her G-spot. She froze momentarily as she bellowed, a sign that it was a particularly powerful orgasm that would paralyze her until she finally came down.

Now her appetite fully unleashed and hungrier for her husband than before, Hermione bucked against him, her back pressed against the cushions propped behind her back as Severus knelt on the floor in front of the couch. He removed his fingers before he began plowing into her with feral abandon. Her sweet cries of ecstasy and the sight of her breasts jiggling and bouncing with each forceful thrust of his nearly pushed him over the edge, but he would be damned if he would orgasm so quickly on their wedding night. In order to change positions and stop himself from peaking too soon, Severus pulled Hermione off the couch. He lay on his back, feeling the warm woolen rug against his skin heated by the fire that danced with bright yellow flames, matching their passion.

Hermione mounted him and rode him.

She could tell from the way Severus shut his eyes tight, he was close to orgasming and that's why he changed positions. Hermione loved how he would try and prolong his first orgasm for as long as possible, trying to make her cum as often as possible before finally seeking his own release, even with the aid of the Sequoia potion to restore his vigor and continue on as before. As she sat astride him, she rolled her hips back and forth and loved the way his eyes would roll up into his head with she rotated her hips just right and would make him arch his own back against the rug. His eyes now opened, she cast him a glance that could set ice afire and she licked her lips and let one hand casually play with one of her nipples, knowing he loved to watch her play with herself. The sight of pearls swaying and caressing her skin as she rode him added to the eroticism of the moment.

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Sitting up as she continued to rock against him, he reverently whispered, "My queen." With little imagination, he could envision Hermione bedecked with more jewels and a grand diamond tiara set upon her glorious mane.

She loved it when he called her that and began to ride him harder. As his eyes were ablaze with desire for her, his face half-lit by the glow of the fire, lost in the throes of passion is when she found him most starkly beautiful. "My dark angel lover," she called to him.

He loved her pet name for him in the midst of their carnal feasts. She had said when in the middle of making love there was another worldly beauty about him that was transfixing. And though he knew he was not the most handsome of men, to her in those moments, he was the most alluring and beautiful of all men to her.

Spurred on by her, he quickly lifted her off and turned her around to mount her from behind. He was her dark angel lover, who would protect her and cherish her for all eternity, in this realm and all other planes of existence. The front of his thighs slapped against the backs of hers, and he rammed himself into her deeply.

Hermione howled with pleasure, feeling as if Severus would shake her apart at the joints with each savage thrust as he fucked her with animal-like intensity. She was so close again. The sweat was dripping off of her brow, especially with the searing heat of the fire added to their rigorous act of consummating their marriage.

Severus could hear how close she was, and he wasn't going to hold out much longer. He leaned forward and braced one hand on the ground while his other hand sought out Hermione's clit to stroke and bring her to completion soon.

It didn't take but a few seconds of Severus' deft finger-work as she bucked against him before an orgasm ripped through her with a scream torn from her throat. She shuddered and could feel herself tighten around him as Severus let out a groan of release that he had finally let himself join her. He clutched onto her around the waist and held her still as he thrust his hips into her, pushing his seed deep into her. They could almost feel the completion of the pomegranate juice sow threads of magic between each other, ensuring their binding was once again complete with this final act.

Both gasping for air, they collapsed on the rug in front of the fire, both lightly coated with sweat. The rug was not as soft as they’d imagined and so they both hauled themselves, with great difficulty, back up onto the couch to catch their breaths. The air hit their knees, and they both discovered they had rug burns on them now. Fortunately they had a salve in their standard kit that could take care of that, but it would be later – once they stopped panting as if they had run a marathon since they were at an altitude of over eight-thousand feet and the air was much thinner than they were used to. Fortunately, Severus had packed an altitude adjustment potion for the trip, but he had not gotten around to fetching it before his wife inspired him to attack.

Hermione cuddled up next to her husband, brushing a sweat-drenched tendril away from his eyes, glad she was able to convince him to wear his hair a bit shorter. While she loved playing with his long hair, the slightly shorter layered haircut that came half-way between his ears and shoulder was much more flattering, especially with the beard he still kept to her delight, while still holding to societal convention that he keep his hair a little on the long side until he was at least fifty. The only reason she convinced him to cut his hair was during a recent round of Polyjuice play where she experimented on cutting her hair, while in Severus' form, at varying lengths until they found a length they both agreed was better than his longer hair that had grown all the way to the middle of his back.

For a brief moment Hermione thought about saying they should go for another round to make sure they that consummated their marriage, but they had been consummating for over a year before the ceremony, and it was a bit too corny, even for her. Instead, she just sighed and smiled sweetly at Severus.

"I love you... my husband," she sighed with great satisfaction.

Severus smiled openly back at her and tucked a stray curly tendril behind her ear that was getting rather frizzy due to low humidity from the cold and high altitude. "And I love you... my beautiful bride. My wonderful wife."

Hermione gave a slight purr of contentment and put her head back on his chest.

"Are you ready for a bit of cake?" Hermione asked a bit too eagerly, ready to fulfill her promise of eating every crumb off of him and making good use of her mouth wherever needed.

"Depends, are you ready for about two more hours of consummating our marriage?" Severus said, somehow having read Hermione's thoughts moments before as he summoned a vial of Sequoia and two vials of the altitude adjustment potion with his wand while Hermione got up to fetch the cake from the icebox. They would certainly need their stamina to breathe at such high altitude to survive the effects of the Sequoia potion so they could continue to express their joy at the prospect of being together for the rest of their lives.

For Hermione and Severus, it seemed that living happily ever after was not going to be an improbable thing to attain after all.

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A/N: Yeah! They are married. How long will marital bliss last? And what happens when kids enter the picture. One more chapter left, the epilogue, and hopefully I can answer those questions.

Thank you to my ever fabulous betas: JuneW and Hope.

NSFW fan art of Severus and Hermione making love in front of the fire, by Hassly (http://hassly.deviantart.com/), commissioned by me, "His Queen and Her Demon Angel Lover: As They See Each Other." Yes, I realize I forgot to include the henna tattoos when I commissioned this. Oh well. You can view it on my Tumblr page here: https://atdlhea-betz.tumblr.com/post/158758629820/the-honeymoon-chapter-hello-lemons
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