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Marriage Law Chapter 24
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Hermione woke at an indeterminate time and snuggled deeper
under the covers. Now she understood why Anastasia liked to have the windows
enchanted to darken and lighten according to normal standards in round the
clock daylight. It was disorienting.
It didn’t take Hermione long to realize she was in Severus’
quarters. She was also alone.
‘Well, it wasn’t a dream then,’ Hermione thought groggily to
herself. She was wondering if he was going to return. Perhaps he was going
about his day as if nothing had happened.
The door to his chambers opened and Severus tip-toed in with
a small blue bottle in his hands.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked. Severus jumped.
“A healing potion,” said Severus. “I thought I’d be back before
you stirred.”
“I just woke up,” said Hermione. “You almost made it. What’s
the potion for?”
“I assumed you might desire it,” said Severus, looking a bit
embarrassed. Hermione shifted her weight as she sat up and winced.
“I think you may be right,” said Hermione, blushing.
Severus slipped in bed with her wearing his under things.
Hermione tightened the sheets around her possessively. He looked taken aback
and handed her the bottle.
Hermione took it from him and felt a little guilty of
sending him the wrong meaning. She just wasn’t used to being disrobed in front
of anyone. She downed the contents of the bottle and reached for his hand under
the covers.
Her hand brushed his thigh in her search and she felt him
get more comfortable under the sheets. She lay down beside him and she felt his
hand encircle her bare waist.
Merlin’s Beard, she did look beautiful when she blushed.
***
Hermione woke for the second time that day and noticed two
trays of breakfast on the low table near the couch.
She also noticed Crookshanks purring at the foot of the bed.
“How did you get in here?” Hermione asked. Crookshanks
raised his head and yawned widely.
She turned to look at Severus sleeping on his side of the
bed and reached out tentatively for her under things. She prayed he wouldn’t
wake while she was walking around getting decent.
Thankfully, he didn’t wake until she was reaching for one of
the trays. He groaned loudly and sunk under the covers deeper.
Severus suddenly wished he had thought to make himself a
healing potion. She certainly was bewitching, but to think he could perform
like a 20 year old again with no consequences was insane. He hadn’t been this
sore in years.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she approached the bed
with a tray for him.
“I think I may have over done it,” said Severus, groaning.
“Would you like a potion?” said Hermione.
“I only made one,” said Severus.
“I did take healing classes my seventh year,” said Hermione
annoyed. “I can brew a simple healing potion.”
“Third basement down. Take a right at the wine cellar,” said
Severus.
 :p>
“Excuse me?” asked Hermione.
“My laboratory,” said Severus.
“I’m sure the elves wouldn’t comment, if you happen to see
one,” said Severus.
“It will be cold,” said Hermione.
“There is a fireplace,” said Severus.
“You just don’t want me to put clothing on!” accused
Hermione, her cheeks flushing. She would have to do something about that. She
imagined she looked like a tomato at regular intervals.
“Your under things do cover quite a lot,” remarked Severus.
“But I would like you to walk around half-naked, yes.” He tried to cover his
smirk by sipping his tea, but Hermione saw it and scowled at him.
“I was talking about Charlie,” said Hermione exasperatedly.
“Good point,” said Severus. “Handle it as you see fit.”
“What does that mean?” said Hermione.
“If you want Mr. Weasley to know, then let him know,” said
Severus.
“Know what?” Hermione swallowed.
Last night would have never happened if they hadn’t had so much
wine and she didn’t know what his feelings about it would be today. Perhaps he
though they should handle it professionally. Sometimes people say things they
don’t mean in the heat of the moment. She was going to be logical about this.
Severus set his tea cup down and placed the tray of
unfinished breakfast on his night stand.
“Hermione,” Severus began taking one of her hands in his. “I
have very deep feelings for you.”
Hermione stared at the back of his hand. Small black hairs
dotted the back of his knuckles. She stroked them absentmindedly. She was
tremendously relieved. She had felt a little guilty and rrasrrassed at her
behavior the previous night and now that she realized it was really meaningful
to him she felt much better.
“If you want to tell him our marriage has been consummated,
you may,” said Severus. He was afraid she was going to ask for a divorce
immediately.
“I don’t know,” said Hermione. She scooted next to him and
kissed him on the neck. “If it suits me.”
“I think you’d better get that potion,” said Severus,
feeling his body respond once again.
“I’ll be back,” said Hermione, kissing his cheek and hopping
off the bed.
***
Hermione returned about an hour later and handed Severus a
glass tumbler with a gold liquid at the bottom. He downed it and smiled.
“Very good,” he said. “What are you wearing?”
Hermione looked down at herself. She was wearing muggle
jeans, a blue cardigan and a black t-shirt. Her sneakers were poking out of the
bottoms of her jeans.
“I didn’t know I was required to look like a cover girl,”
Hermione said. “This was sensible for potions brewing.”
“Indeed,” said Severus swinging his feet out of bed and
stretching. He retrretrieved his under things while she was elsewhere. He got
to his feet and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Well, it’s lovely.”
While certain pure blooded wizards would sneer at her
clothing as being unfeminine, Severus couldn’t help but appreciate the view
from behind. Especially when she bent over to scratch Crookshanks behind his
ears.
“Your supplies need to be restocked,” said Hermione. Severus
shook his head as he pressed on a panel on his wall. It swung open and Hermione
saw a bathroom. It seemed comfortable, but plain.
“Figures,” said Severus standing in front of the toilet. Her
eyes widened in shock.
Apparently this married thing came with some unexpected
surprises as well.
When Severus was done he started the shower tucked into one
corner. “Mother has a habit of using up everything and never replacing them. It
was the only was she could get me to go out as a teenager.”
Hermione laughed.
“I’ll go to the library and wait for you,” said Hermione.
“And what are we doing today?” Severus asked, a frown
creasing his brow.
“Restocking your supplies,” said Hermione, leaving the room
with a wave.
Severus shook his head and smiled. At least he got saddled
with a sensible girl.
***
Mageeya Topeek was crowded and bustling with Russian
speaking wizards.
“Maybe we should have brought someone who speaks English,”
remarked Hermione as she brushed the ashes from her jacket that she had picked
up using the Russian Floo Network. They had appeared in what looked like a pub.
“Severus!” a jolly voice called out. “Vodka?”
Hermione spied a large round wizard behind the bar cleaning
mugs with a clean red cloth.
“On you?” asked Severus, a corner of his mouth quirking.
“Of course,” said the barkeep, slamming a shot glass on the
counter and pouring clear liquid into it. “Is this your new bride?”
“Yes,” said Severus, pulling Hermione closer. “This is my
cousin, Yuri.” He had dark blue eyes and light brown curly hair.
“I’ginnginning to think you’re related to everyone,” said
Hermione.
“Sometimes it seems like that to us as well,” said Yuri,
pouriermiermione a little vodka in a glass and covering it with cranberry
juice. Hermione drank it and thanked Yuri when he handed her a piroshki.
“Replenishing supplies?” Yuri asked.
“However did you guess,” said Severus dryly.
“It’s the only time you come into town,” said Yuri, smiling.
“Svetlana would like to see you while you’re in the area.”
“We’ll have to stop by, then,” said Severus, his smile
looking slightly pained.
“Well,” said Yuri. “I have drinks to serve and you have
things to get. Send me an owl later.”
“I’ll do that,” said Severus, seemingly relieved the
conversation was over.
Hermione and Severus waved good-bye and walked out into the
market place.
“What was that about?” Hermione asked.
“Svetlana’s mother was killed by the Dark Lord,” said
Severus. “She got in the way when he first appeared in the area.”
“So, Yuri’s a widower?” asked Hermione abruptly stopping
before she banged into Severus in front of a store with an incomprehensible
sign. Severus nodded. He opened the door for her as she finished her piroshki
and she hastily shoved the greasy napkin in her pocket.
“Yuris
mother has never quite forgiven me for becoming involved in the Dark Lords
plan,” Severus said. “She thinks the killing of Svetlanas
mother is Gods punishment for evil in the bloodline. I think she wanted me
burned.”
“I’m sorry,” said Hermione, truly meaning it.
p>
“Master Snape,” a high reedy voice called out. To Hermiones
surprise it had a Irish lilt mixed in with the
Russian. Very odd sounding. “How good to see you’ve
decided to visit us instead of going to France
this year.”
Severus chuckled. Hermione was surprised. Although she was
getting used to the likable Severus behind closed doors, she was surprised to
see it in a public arena.
“I take it you saw my mother,” said Severus shaking the hand
of a tiny little man who had to hop off a wooden box to walk around the side of
the counter.
His amber hair stood out in all directions, although he had
tried to force a green cap on top of it to keep in out of his face. He wore a
tan shirt, blue vest, and brown pants in a fashion that reminded Hermione of
the Renaissance. However, he was also wearing Muggle basketball shoes in
obviously a childs size, and
a belt with silver studs on it.
Severus laughed out loud.
“You don’t like them?” the small man asked, flashing his
shoes at Hermione and smiling. “They’re very comfortable.”
“I bet they are,” said Hermione, happy to see logic applied
anywhere in the world of magic.
“Where did you get those?” Severus asked.
“Traded for a silver 30 cm cauldron,” said the tiny man. He
couldn’t be more than four feet tall. The shoes looked awfully big on his feet.
Hermione wondered is he was part magical-creature.
“You let a cauldron go for a pair of shoes?” Severus asked,
aghast. When Hermione told him how much money those shoes would go for in the
Muggle world, he looked shocked. “For a pair of shoes?!”
“They’re very comfortable,” smiled the little man. “I’m
Brian,” he said holding out his hand to Hermione.
“Hello,” said Hermione.
“Now, what are you looking for today?” he asked, rubbing his
hands together.
***
Hermione and Severus arrived back home with mounds of
packages heaped in their arms. Severus convinced Hermione to leave them in the
ballroom for the elves to put them away.
“They’re really bored,” Severus insisted. “It will give them
something to do.”
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