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Chapter Fourteen: The Daffodil Voyeur

Your beauty is there in all I see

And when I feel your eyes on me

Oh don't you know you just take my breath away

It took about a week for Hermione to feel like herself again, a week where Severus cared for her as if she were the most precious thing in the world to him. He told her over and over that he was returning the favor, that it was nothing compared to the way she had cared for him, the way she continued to care for him but she knew different. She doubted that he had ever cared for anyone that way before and her heart swelled with love because of it.

She resumed her maid of honor duties as soon as she was back on her feet, throwing Ginny a shower, helping her finalize the wedding plans and turn Harry�s house into a livable home for the two of them. Every evening she returned home to the man who made her stomach knot in excitement and her body throb with arousal every time she saw him. He continued in their relationship, kissing her, touching her but never moving beyond the heavy petting stage. It was frustrating as hell to move at such a slow pace but she understood his hesitance to trust, to put his heart on the line.

It sometimes bothered her that he had been so wounded by childhood heartbreak. That he still carried the pain with him decades later. If his heart had never been broken, would he have been able to love her? She was under no illusions that Severus was in love with her, she understood the limits to what he was going to be able to give her emotionally, but it didn�t mean she wouldn�t long for him to trust her enough to give his heart into her keeping. She wanted him to love her more than anything.

�What are you staring at?� Hermione jumped at the sound of Ginny�s voice beside her ear.

�Oh, Ginny, you scared me,� she said, moving to close the door she had been peeking through.

�Sorry, I wasn�t trying to.� Ginny said, putting a hand up to stop her as she looked through the cracked door. �Wow, I still can�t believe so many people came!�

�Of course they came! No one wanted to miss the wedding of �the boy who lived�.� Hermione and Ginny both rolled their eyes. Fame could not have been wasted on a more uncaring wizard. Harry could care less about fame; he just wanted a normal life, a family.

�Snape looks nice in his dress robes�all black I see.� Ginny said, turning to face Hermione. She leaned back against the chapel door, closing it with a click. She looked lovely; her simple spaghetti strapped gown hugged her long willowy frame beautifully. Molly had protested the dress, insisting that she should wear a proper, formal wedding gown but Hermione knew that Ginny had chosen well, she wouldn�t have looked right in anything else. Hermione, on the other hand, was wearing a sundress with a fluttery chiffon skirt the color of daffodils. Though she never said a word about it she cursed inwardly that Ginny�s favorite color had to be yellow.

�It�s a miracle that he wore them, he hates dressing up,� she said with a little smile.

�He�s been your escort to everything here lately.� Ginny said, her eyes narrowed speculatively.

�We live together, we�re friends, it�s just easier to go together,� she said, fidgeting with the ribbons on her bouquet of coral roses.

�Is that all?� Ginny asked. Hermione�s cheeks flushed and she thanked every god she could bring to mind when the music started.

�Time to go,� she said, smiling in relief.

�This conversation is not over, Hermione, so don�t think you were saved by the quartet,� Ginny said, moving away from the door and grabbing her bouquet from the table. �Now, get your ass down the aisle and don�t dawdle, I�ve waited too long for that wizard to marry me for you to take your time.�

�Yes, Ma�am!� Hermione laughed just as the doors opened and she walked, not sauntered down the long aisle at a steady pace.

Severus was seated at the end of the row and couldn�t take his eyes off of her despite the hideous yellow dress. She was smiling and her eyes were twinkling as she walked down the aisle, she paused slightly when she reached him and he knew that she was fighting the urge to lean down and kiss his lips. She was his. No question about that, the witch belonged to him. She was perfect for a man like him. She gave him what he wanted without becoming a simpering cow. She was no weak minded zombie who allowed herself to be a wizard�s personal plaything either. She didn�t argue with him any less and she didn�t veer away from conversation, her submission was a challenge, for both of them. It was also his gift, probably the greatest he had ever received to have a woman willing to give him the control, willing to give him everything.

�Gods, will you look at that smile? Isn�t she beautiful?� George said from beside him. The younger wizard often sought him out when he would accompany Hermione to family functions. He might be a fool but he was a brilliant fool and Severus took some pride in having been a part of his magical training, not that he would ever admit that.

�Yes, she is,� he said before he could stop the words from coming. He heard the startled intake of breath from George but didn�t acknowledge it or him. No doubt they all believed him incapable of noticing a beautiful woman; He had heard them on more than one occasion debating on if he were homosexual or not. As Hermione walked by, her hips swaying beneath the dress and her legs showcased by very high heels with a sassy little bow at the ankle he wanted to laugh, he was definitely NOT homosexual.

She stopped at the altar and kissed Harry on the cheek before taking her place on the left. She met his gaze for a moment and smiled before letting her eyes lower. Every time he saw those lashes lower to half-mast he wanted to devour her. It was growing more and more difficult to call things to a halt and if he tossed off any more he was going to develop calluses. He wanted her, like nothing else in the world, but he wanted her the right way. It terrified him. Already he felt the obsessive emotions rise inside him. He wanted to own her, wanted his mark on her for all to see.

That fear and obsessive tendency mingled into an ugly emotion at times, a need to stake his claim while pushing her away simultaneously. But that confused look on her face when he got that way pained him and he would rein it in. What if the day came when he couldn�t pull it back?

He stood with the others and watched as the doors opened once more and the bride was led to the front of the church. As he watched the willowy redhead be escorted to her groom he couldn�t help but picture Hermione. She would be a stunning bride. He already knew she would be a wife a man could be proud of and he didn�t doubt, not for a single moment, that she would be an amazing mother. If she wanted those things from him someday, could he provide them? Was he worthy of her? Did she think him worth taking the chance of forever on?

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After a beautiful wedding the guests were directed back to the Weasley�s home where white tents and candle torches turned the lawn into a shimmering wonderland of flowers and candlelight for the reception. Severus stood off to the side and watched Hermione flitter about the room. He had listened to her toast and watched as she stared longingly at the Potter�s. He realized then that she wanted that for herself but was willing to sacrifice it to be with him. Had anyone ever been willing to sacrifice their happiness for him before?

She danced the electric slide with Minister Shacklebolt and an awkward waltz with Arthur Weasley. Her eyes returned to him again and again, as if she needed to reassure herself that he was there. It meant something to him, more than she would ever realize, to be the center of her world. To be, for the first time, the most important person in someone else�s life.

Hermione of course was oblivious to the heavy thoughts that had raced through his mind all day as she performed her bridesmaid duties. She was caught up in ridiculous fantasies of weddings and fat black haired babies, foolish as such daydreams were. He was watching her; she could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she moved through the crowd and danced with friends. She had tuned herself to him to the point that his gaze felt like a caress, causing her skin to break out in gooseflesh and her body to shiver. She smiled at him gestured towards the house, mouthing the word �bathroom� so that he wouldn�t worry that she gotten off somewhere she shouldn�t be.

She loved how he worried about her, loved how possessive he was. Sure, most women didn�t appreciate a controlling mate, but Severus was only controlling when it came to intimacy, when they were alone. He didn�t try to prevent her from going out or doing the things she wanted to do so long as he knew where she was. He was just what she wanted and while many would never understand, it felt good to have someone want to possess her, for someone to want her to belong to them. And she did belong to him, body and soul. Her heart would never be the same after Severus; she wouldn�t want it to be.

She rounded the corner and frowned when she saw the line leading to the �company loo� as Molly called it. She caught the clock out of the corner of her eye and smiled, Molly and Arthur had added her and Harry to the hands years before and her image was smiling back at her, the hand pointing towards �home�. She opened the door blocking off the main part of the house and slipped up the stairs towards the bathroom up there. Climbing the stairs in four inch heels was no easy task and when she reached the landing she was winded and the muscles in her legs burned from the climb. She slowed down as she neared the end of the hall, her brow furrowed slightly when she heard voices.

�You look stunning in that dress, I can�t stop staring at your nipples poking against the front.� It was Harry! Hermione felt her face heat at the suggestive words she never thought to hear from his mouth. Never WANTED to hear from his mouth!

�Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Potter?� Oh sweet Merlin, Harry and Ginny had slipped out of their wedding and were trysting in the bathroom.

�Absolutely, Mrs. Potter.� The sound of kissing reached her, accompanied by soft moans and the faint rustling of clothing. Something pulled her closer. Maybe it was curiosity, she didn�t know but she crept closer to the half open door, her need to pee forgotten as she peered inside and caught the couple�s reflection in the large mirror.

It was shocking to see her best friends in such a position. Harry�s top robe was draped over the counter, his tie loose around his throat and his shirt was undone, untucked and Ginny was busily pulling on the fastenings of his trousers.

�Spying, my little voyeur?� She jumped slightly at the raspy purr from behind her, and then sighed when the heat of his body pressed into her back. �I had no idea that you liked to watch.�

�I d-didn�t mean to�I came up to use the loo and found them,� she whispered.

�But you didn�t leave, did you? You stayed to watch,� he said, sliding his hands around her waist so that they rested against her abdomen.

�I was going to leave,� she insisted.

�No you weren�t,� he chuckled, pressing his lips to the back of her neck. �Go ahead and watch, I don�t mind.�

He continued to nibble along the back of her neck and shoulders while she watched Harry and Ginny�s reflection in the mirror. Ginny was kissing her way down the front of Harry�s torso, licking his nipples and fucking his navel with her tongue as she tugged his trousers down around his thighs. Hermione gasped when she saw her friend�s organ, it certainly wasn�t what she was expecting.

�Impressive, Potter,� Snape muttered, his hand sliding up to cup her breast and fondle her through the dress. Ginny tugged her dress up and fell to her knees, wrapping her hand around the base of Harry�s erection and immediately sucking him into her mouth.

�Gods, yessssss!� Harry hissed as he threaded his fingers through his wife�s straight ginger locks. �That�s so good�suck me�.ungh�just like that�.fuck yeah..�

Hermione was stunned by the sheer carnality of watching another couple have sex. The heavy breathing, the wet sucking and slurping sounds of fellatio were so raw and she was embarrassed to admit it, but they were arousing as well. She whimpered and pushed her ass backwards against Severus, grinding it against the hard column of flesh pressed into her lower back. While one hand was busy fondling her breast the other was sliding down, raising her skirt and slipping beneath it to cup the swollen heat of her sex in his palm.

�Put your arm around my neck,� he whispered hotly against her ear. She brought her arm up and looped it around his neck, holding on for support as his fingers burrowed between the slippery lips of her sex and he began to stroke her. Inside the bathroom Harry had pulled his wife off of his cock and was lifting her onto the sink now padded by his robes.

�I bet you taste better than dry arsed wedding cake.� Harry growled as he shoved the white dress up and went to his knees. He draped Ginny�s legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs. Ginny obviously enjoyed what he was doing because she fisted his black hair in her hands and held him pressed against her as she writhed and moaned, her back arching and sharp little cries echoing off the bathroom tiles.

�Lick me�ugh�oh god, Harry�.�

�Your friends are far more exciting than I would have given them credit for. I figured Potter to be a rather boring lover.� Severus bit her earlobe gently as he tweaked the swollen nub of her clit. �Do you want me to do that to you, Hermione? Would you like me to spread you out and lick your quim? Do you want me to suck on your clit, slide my tongue inside you and let you come?�

�Oh god�yes�.� She whimpered, her thighs trembling as his naughty words pushed her higher.

�You like watching, don�t you, Hermione?� He asked, his fingers plying her clit unmercifully.

�Yes�Severus�� she cried, watching as Harry rose and jerked Ginny to the edge of the counter as he moved between her thighs.

�Fuck me, Harry.� The sounds of sex were loud and affecting as Harry rode his wife hard on the bathroom sink. Neither aware of Hermione and Severus just outside engaging in a little bit of fun of their own.

Hermione reached behind her with her free hand and squeezed him through his clothes. She wanted him, badly. She didn�t protest when he dragged her down the hall and into a shadowed niche one flight down. That was one of the beautiful things about the crooked house the Weasley�s lived in, lots of places to hide for naughty activities. She found herself pressed into the wall and Severus leaning towards her, his hand busily unfastening his trousers.

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, his tongue tickling her palm, swirling around and around and sliding between her fingers before he wrapped it around the throbbing length of his shaft and guided her hand back and forth. When she had the hang of it he once more delved beneath her skirt, his fingers finding her dripping entrance easily and quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm once more.

�Severus�� she cried, her head rolling against the wall as her body began to tremble.

�You�re going to make me come, Hermione,� he rasped, his forehead pressed against hers. �I love you hot little hand on my cock.�

�Oh, god�Severus!� She cried his name through clenched teeth as her release washed over her, shaking her with its ferocity. Severus continued to stroke her until the pulsing ebbed away, then withdrew his fingers and wrapped them around hers, guiding her. He slid her hand from base to tip, twisting a little at the head until his spine went stiff and he cupped her hand around the crown and spilled into her palm while he continued to pump his length until the last drop was pooling in her hand.

She noticed that he was silent when he came. The grinding of his teeth and ragged breaths were the only indication that anything was happening to him out of the ordinary. He said nothing as he withdrew his wand from his sleeve and cast a cleansing spell on her hand. He put it away and tucked his penis back into his trousers before nudging her chin up with his knuckles.

�Naughty witch,� he smirked. �I didn�t expect to come in and find you playing the voyeur.�

�I didn�t mean to��

�Don�t apologize, it�s a natural tendency. I�ve watched my fair share of times, it�s not always arousing, sometimes it�s entertaining and sometimes sad, sometimes disgusting and sickening,� he said honestly. �I didn�t think Potter had it in him.� He chuckled.

�Stop it; I can�t believe I�we, watched that. How am I ever going to face him again?� She couldn�t help but smile as he stroked her chin. �Kiss me?�

�Gladly,� he whispered just before he closed his lips over hers.

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�I love you, Harry Potter.� Ginny said as she wrapped her arm around her husband�s waist.

�I love you too, Gin,� he replied, kissing the top of her head. �I hope I can stay awake for the rest of the party, you wear me out, witch.� He yawned as he led her to the stairs. As they crested the landing a thin stream of moonlight came through the window and illuminated a couple standing in the shadows. It took a moment for him to realize that it was Hermione and Severus. �What in the hell?� His body stiffened when he saw the way he was holding her face in his hand, immediately he assumed that she was in danger and reached for his wand.

�No! Harry, sweetheart, look�.� Ginny said softly, staying his hand. �He�s not hurting her, look at him, look at how he�s touching her.� Harry watched; saw that Severus�s fingers were stroking her lightly. Hermione was smiling and, in what was even more shocking to him, Severus was smiling too. And then Severus lowered his head and kissed her. Slowly, sensually with such loving tenderness that Harry wondered if Snape were under the imperius.

�So it�s like that?� He asked softly, watching Hermione�s arms go around him and hold him close.

�Yes, it�s like that.� Ginny smiled, her heart filled with happiness for her friend.

You Take My Breath Away by Eva Cassidy

Sometimes it amazes me

How strong the power of love can be

Sometimes you just take my breath away

You watch my love grow like a child

Sometimes gentle and sometimes wild

Sometimes you just take my breath away

And it's too good to slip by

Too good to lose

Too good to be there

Just to use

I'm gonna stand on a mountain top

And tell the news

That you take my breath away

Sometimes it amazes me

How strong the power of love can be

Sometimes you just take my breath away

Your beauty is there in all I see

And when I feel your eyes on me

Oh don't you know you just take my breath away

And it's too good to slip by

Too good to lose

Too good to be there

Just to use

I'm gonna stand on a mountain top

And tell the news

That you take my breath away

And it's too good to slip by

Too good to lose

Too good to be there

Just to use

I'm gonna stand on a mountain top

And tell the news

That you take my breath away

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Good morning my loverlies!!!! Can we say �YAY!� to a full 24 hours pain free? YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! Id love to answer all reviews but can not�work =(

Thank you to my valiant defenders of this story�adore you all!! Now�we shall move from sweet tender Severus into a more sensual one as the games begin =)

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