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Chapter 25 � Valentines

Author:
Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: If
I owned Harry Potter, book seven would have Severus live, married to Hermione
while Ron took a hike!

AN: Seems at
work we printed everything on the wrong size of paper, so it means I get to spend
another day reprinting everything onto the right size!� I guess its true
ladies, size matters! ;3 [ but this means fortunately for you, it means I get
to write another chapter]

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Nothing noticeably different had happened
to Hermione after the spell, except that her mood improved.

No one really wanted to ask why Hermione
had been the super bitch, especially since no one really wanted to imagine her
and Snape getting it on, so to say.

The mood in the castle seemed to lift for a
few moments into excitement and flurry as Valentines day drew closer, pushing
the dark clouds of the terror at bay for the time being, as gaudy hearts were
hung around the school, and rumours of the dwarves dressed up in cupid outfits
coming around again.

Hermione�s mind was now consumed with
helping Harry, and after exhausting the library, was looking at Severus� books
with renewed interest, although she did have a feeling that, perhaps, she
shouldn�t let Severus know what she needed to look for.

When she knew he wasn�t around, she took a
long look at the titles, mentally noting the ones that seemed most promising,
while testing for enchantments.

The rest of her time, was spent in trying
to discover who the Half Blood Prince was, whom she was certain was up to know
good, to leave his potions book full of scribbles in the back of the room.

The spells, and hints that worked were
driving her slowly up the wall, especially since this person, whoever he, or she,
was, seemed so much more intelligent concerning potions than she was.

Potions that day, had seemed to drag on,
and when Harry had once again amazed the class by his sudden intelligence
concerning a rather nasty potion, she felt as if she would blow her mind.

There was no way that a student would know
more than the book!

Giving Harry a nasty glare, she heaved her
bag over her shoulder, before marching out of the classroom, muttering about
trusting in objects that weren�t alive, when with an �oof� she bumped into a
rather hard chest, a button practically beaming her in the nose.

Staring up to apologize, she caught the
inquisitive look of her husband, whose expression quickly changed to distaste
as a couple of students passed.

�Really Madam Snape, I expect you to have a
sense of awareness while walking, instead of lumbering around like some
mountain troll. Five points from Gryffindor for oafish loutiness.�

A few passing Slytherins giggled, as they
heard this, whispering amongst themselves, as Hermione gave Severus a death
glare.

�So sorry Professor.� she bit out, before attempting
to go around him, annoyance built on upon.

His hand upon her shoulder stayed her, and
at her glance, he murmured, �Go to my office.�

Giving a small nod that she understood, she
changed course to his office, and after a few minutes he appeared.

Without preamble, Severus stalked up to
her, placed his face close to hers so that they were nose to nose, and said,
�Out with it.�

�With what?� she snapped, batting his face
away, the proximity irking her.

�What�s pissing you off.�

Giving an exaggerated sigh, Hermione
slumped into the hard uncomfortable chair in front of his desk, and said, �It�s
the book Harry has.�

�Book?�

�Hmph, his potions text. For some reason
he�s kept the old copy he borrowed from the classroom, and gave the brand new
one to Slughorn. Of course he wouldn�t notice it.�

�Why would Potter do that?� came the silky
question.

�Oh because of some Half Blood Prince, who
happened to scribble all over the book,� she snorted dismissively. �I
personally wouldn�t trust the book with a flobber worm, but Harry treats the
book like his new best friend! In my opinion that book should be burned, I
don�t like the feeling I get from it, and with Harry trying out the spells
willy nilly, I get the feeling that it�s going to bite back and soon. Some of
those spells seem rather dark.�

She looked at Severus who had gone
unnaturally still.

�Severus? Do you know who the Half Blood
Prince was? I�ve been trying to research it, but so far all I�ve come up with
is a news article on an Eileen Prince, which still didn�t convince Harry that
the owner could have been a girl. He�s absolutely convinced that it was a boy.�

Severus still stood there, as if absorbed
in thought, before another inquiring �Severus?� snapped him back to the
situation, causing him to try to push aside the horrid feeling of dread that
had seemed to settle inside his belly.

�No, no I don�t know who the Half Blood
Prince was,� he lied baldly, �And quite right you are, in not placing any trust
in the book. I�m sure some of those spells could cause great harm.�

�That�s what I keep telling Harry!� she
exclaimed, standing up indignantly. �Plus it isn�t fair that Harry gets great
marks in potions by using someone elses work!�

�Just like his mother,� Severus growled.

�What was that?�

�Hm? Oh nothing.�

It all made sense now, how Harry had
suddenly become intelligent in potions.

And Slughorns favorite phrase, Just like
Lily, echoed back into his mind.

Of course he would be just like Lily, since
she had used him to help her with the potions text! The two of them had the
same teacher, the same inscriptions, although Lily�s had been carefully edited
to exclude his spells, for Severus had never trusted her completely. Especially
after she had passed on the levicorpus spell to his tormentors. She had claimed
it had been an honest mistake, but Severus had learned his lesson.

But yes, Lily had the same notes for the
potions, although Slughorn would probably not remember it.

Bugger, how could he have been so careless
to have disregarded his text in such a fashion?

And Hermione was right, dark spells indeed.
He inwardly shuddered, as he remembered that he had so carelessly labeled
Sectumsempra for enemies.

Glancing sideways at Hermione, he scowled.
�Do you want me to take his book away from him?�

She looked at him considering, and gave a
brief nod. �I just don�t trust the book.�

�Wise choice, Hermione, wise choice.�

After letting her go, Severus stirred his
mind. How could he get the book out of the Potter boys grasp?

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Hermione felt a little better after letting
the steam off her chest, and she tripped down to dinner in a gay mood, which
Harry was relieved to see.

The days to the upcoming ball passed
pleasantly, except Harry was getting increasingly harried by Professor Snape
about his potions text, causing him to hide it in the Room of Requirement, thus
thwarting Severus� well laid plans in order to get his book back.

Hermione continued to shoot Harry looks
whenever he brought the book up, and was annoyed when he was able to evade
Severus� tactics in trying to procure the book.

In fact, she was almost tempted to tell
Severus� where Harry had hid it, her annoyance was so great.

Finally, February Fourteenth crept up with
the speed of a steam train, and everyone was full of expectancy as the girls
twittered about what they were going to wear, who they were going with, who was
going with who, and whether anything else would happen that night.

Hermione, was eating her pink pancakes
breakfast, covered in whipped cream and cherries rather glumly.

When she had awoke, Severus had already
risen, and when she went to look for him, he was nowhere to be found.

She had wanted to start the day off with
giving him a card and a small token for Valentines, but it seemed, old habits
died hard, and Severus� mind for Valentines was only on the school event,
instead of what it was supposed to be about.

Harry and Ginny were a mass of love, and
Ron was sending moody gazes over at Luna, completely ignoring the conversation
Hermione had tried to start up.

Glancing up to the Head Table, she saw her
husband chatting amicably with Professor Flitwick, and he seemed not to notice
her.

Classes passed by faster than she had
wanted them to, especially since they were let out early so everyone could
prepare for the ball.

Upon reaching her rooms, she noticed that
Severus wasn�t there, and with a heavy heart, went to get ready for the ball.

It took long to get her hair soft and
silky, using up two bottles of Sleakeazys.

Her dress, was a simple deep blood red,
that shimmered silvery when the light hit it right. Her dress went to just
under her knees, and the skirt would flare out if she twirled.

The bodice, was corset themed, with ribbon
tucked into eyes at the back, giving the very real impression that she was
wearing a corset, except the thing that gave doubt to that theory, were the
small sleeves that worked to cover her shoulders. but were not really long at
all, more like a frilly decorative sleeve.

Her shoes, were a low heel, that extended
her legs, and rounded her calves out.

Remembering her brief discussion with Ginny
about makeup for that evening, she looked at the borrowed dark red lipstick for
nearly ten minutes, before applying it.

Adding a touch of shadow to her eyes, she
smiled at herself, feeling a little better.

A small movement in the mirror caused her
to whirl around, heart in her throat to see Severus looking at her with an
unreadable expression in his eyes, and giving him a shaky curtsey, he bowed in
acknowledgement.

�Where have you been?� she asked, self consciously
smoothing the skirt down.

�I�ve been slogged down with preparations,�
he replied dryly, moving across the room, and rummaging around in a drawer.

Finally, with a brief �aha�, he removed a
long box, and turned to her, his eyes studying her carefully.

�Here,� he finally said, handing the box to
her, �Happy Valentines.�

Carefully taking the dark green box, she
opened it, letting out a small gasp.

�Severus, you shouldn�t have,� she
murmured, carefully lifting out a head piece of shining silver star flowers of
various sizes, the small diamonds winked in the light.

Warm eyes turned to his, and he knew with a
certainty that he should have, as he replied, �I figured you would need
something to hide that mane of yours.�

Giving him a small �haha� smile, she took
herself to the mirror, setting the box down, and trying to straighten out the
small chains that the flowers seemed to drip down upon. Warm hands clasped
hers, as a warm breath of air murmured, �Let me.�

Watching her husbands deft hands assort the
headpiece into her hair with such precision, caused her heart to flutter, a
familiar warmth pooling in the pit of her belly.

Finally, Severus was satisfied, the chains
carefully entwined in her hair, so only the flowers would show and wink in the
light.

�Severus-� she began only to be silenced as
he shushed her and instructed her to go sit in the lounge. Closing her mouth
she acquiesced, wondering what he was up to.

After a brief interval, Severus appeared,
wearing dark green dress robes, edged with silver, his hair clearly washed, and
a dashing pair of black dragon hide boots adorned his feet.

Silently he held his arm out to her, and
with out a word, she took it, giving him a small shy smile.

Tonight, would be the first time she would
be in public with Severus acting as her husband.

Butterflies seemed to churn in her belly at
the thought, but taking a steadying breath, she walked with him to the Great
Hall. Pausing, before they entirely left the dungeons, Severus turned to her.

�Are you ready?� his steady calm gaze
helped her to calm down, as she whispered, �As ready as I�ll ever be.�

Giving a brief nod, they stepped into the
Entrance Hall, the buzz of students quieting as they made their way to the
Great Hall, every pair of eyes seemed to be looking at them, if not blatantly,
covertly, studying the duo with some interest.

Entering the Great Hall, it felt like
stepping into an entirely different room, fairy lights lit up the walls, a
large dance floor was surrounded by small round tables set up for four to
eight, with lamps set in the middle to provide an intimate atmosphere.

Caught up in looking, Hermione felt her
self being automatically drawn to the tables, only to feel Severus steer her
towards the expanded staff table up front, which already had some of the staff
sitting down, with their partners.

Settling down beside Professor Flitwick,
and what Hermione could only assume to be his wife, Severus turned to her, a
mildly worried look on his face.

�What is it Severus?� she asked, gently
placing her hand on his arm.

�I can�t spend the entire night with you,
due to needing to patrol after the main events.� he said.

Giving him a smile, she replied, �I can
hardly stop you from doing your job.�

His face still looked tense, as he darted a
glance over to Draco.

�What else?� Hermione followed his gaze.

�And please, don�t be�. Overly fond. We are
being watched be Deatheaters.�

Glancing over at Draco�s cold face,
Hermione nodded. �Alright Severus. I�ll pretend that you have a large zit
growing on the back of your neck to stop my more amorous thoughts.�

Relief showed on his face, as he gave her a
small scowl, before turning to the lady seated right beside Hermione, introducing
her as Emmaline Flitwick.

�Very nice to meet you, I�m sure,� Emmaline
purred, her voice velvety and husky, as she limply held out her hand. Hermione
shook it, and after receiving a fleeting smile from Severus, realized that it
was meant for him to kiss. Oh gods, she felt like a true idiot.

Emmaline took it in good grace, and seemed
intent on monopolizing Hermione before the Ball had even started.

Emmalines Veela attributes were not so
obvious, due to her having shiny ebony hair, that fell down her shoulders in
soft waves, startling blue eyes, and lips that some women would spend their lives
getting botox treatments for, and never quite achieve.

Hermione guessed that she was in her late
eighties, judging from the comfortable ease which she sat with her husband,
although to be quite honest, she looked to be in her late forties. She looked
absolutely dazzling in her deep blue dress, that amply showed off her feminine
figure.

Hermione based her at around five foot
three, despite that she was sitting down.

It was very apparent, that despite the
major physical differences, the Flitwicks were deeply in love.

That was all Hermione was able to discern,
before Dumbledore stood up, to open the ball, and with a fright noticed the
entire Great Hall filled with students, all staring in her direction, well not
exactly in her direction, but she realized that by her new seat in the house,
she was suddenly placed on a stage where anyone could observe her actions.

The food appeared in front of them, and
during the dinner, Emmiline helped to entertain her by giving a running
introduction of all the spouses at the table.

By the end of the meal, and a few good
humoured �Emsy!��s from Flitwick, Hermione had learned that Rupert Pomfrey,
with a prominent shock of red hair, and a large beard, was third cousin to the
Weasleys, that Filch and Madam Pince seemed to be finally �getting it on�, and
that Trelawny had always held a torch for Severus.

Greeting and meeting the spouses was a
little tummy churning, but by their friendly nature, Hermione was finding life
at the staff table to be rather comfortable.

When their dinner was done, Dumbledore
stood up and announced that the Head Boy and Head Girl would lead the dance,
followed by the staff and their partners. After of which, it was a free for
all.

Dumbledore had somehow managed to wrangle
the popular boy band The Wandering Warlocks to play, and when the struck up the
first song, �Givin� You the Love You Need� she found herself being swept away
by the music, as well as the intoxicating feeling of being in Severus� arms.

She made sure to keep a respectful
distance, absolutely mortified at the thought of being too cozy with him in
public.

What Hermione did not count on, nor would
anyone have predicted, was although the two did not gyrate themselves on the
floor, they moved with such ease that it was clear to anyone with perception, �that
love was in their marriage.

Both of them, would deny it vehemently if
confronted with it, but the gentle way Severus held her, and the happy look on
her face was enough for anyone who had been in doubt to be put to rest.

Song ending, the other students came to
join the dance, and when the band began their cover of� �Accidentally In Love�
Hermione found herself surprised when Severus began to unconsciously hum along.

Catching her smiling at him, he immediately
scowled, before twirling her out, and catching her back in again.

�What?�

�I didn�t know you knew the tune so well,�
she replied, �I didn�t know the cover of the song had become so popular in the
Wizarding World.�

�Just because I may live in the Wizarding
World, doesn�t mean I only listen to the Wizarding Wireless,� he murmured.

�Some Wizard you are,� she replied with a
smile.

�Yes I am some wizard aren�t I?� he replied
with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

Colouring slightly, she smiled back at him,
�Why yes you are.�

It seemed the dances passed far too quickly
for Hermione, before Severus had to go out on patrol, and she found herself
sitting at a side table, nursing a butter beer, observing the happy couples.

A few boys, approached her to dance, and
not having anything else to do, she accepted, dancing some of the night away
with them.

Currently, she was dancing with a Ravenclaw
boy, who was surprisingly funny, and Hermione felt herself get caught up in his
jokes, laughing herself silly, until she couldn�t dance anymore.

Severus, on his short break had returned to
the Great Hall to check on Hermione, and upon seeing her on the dance floor her
face flushed with laughter, her arms on some boy her age, he felt a strange
sensation of rage, tinged with bitter sadness.

That�s where she really should be, without
having to think of him. Dancing with boys her own age, laughing, not dragged
down by someone that could be her father, with more misery than the latest
misunderstood teenager.

She needed someone who actually had good
social skills, and friends that didn�t want to kill her.

Still, the strange twisted anger he felt in
his chest at seeing her clearly enjoying herself with another boy seemed to
push those thoughts right out of his mind, as he began to think up ways to
secretly torture the boy for the rest of the year. He couldn�t do it openly,
but that wouldn�t matter, subtlety was his forte after all.

Storming down the halls, his mind brewing
on the situation, he wondered who else had the audacity to ask his wife to
dance, not liking the interest she seemed to be generating in the boys. Gods,
he preferred it when her hair was a horrible mess, and with ink smeared across
her nose.

When she was like that boys seemed to
forget her existence, which was just fine with him!

The whole idea of competition made his mood
fouler, and upon catching some amorous students, cast upon them such a
murderers glance, that they immediately volunteered to see Mr Filch tomorrow
for a detention, if that would save them from what horrible fate seemed to be
brewing in Snapes eyes.

He�d go into her mind when she was
sleeping, and see each and every boy she had danced with and how they had
treated her. Then, according to how their actions went, that was how he would
base his actions towards them, a nasty smirk lit up his face. Perfect.

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Hermione�s evening soured visibly,
especially since Severus hadn�t come back to check on her, and she had ended up
dancing with a loutish Hufflepuff, whose idea of a good dance happened to be
feeling her up. Angrily pushing him away, she couldn�t seem to shake the
Hufflepuff, and had to intricately weave amongst students, before breaking out
into the garden, which had been set up with a maze theme, very similar to the
Yule Ball in her fourth year.

Huffing beside a hedge, she peeked around a
corner to see if it was safe, before continuing on, to find a bench where she
could sit.

Where was Severus when she needed him?

Finally, with some relief, she found an
unoccupied bench and sat upon it, kicking her shoes off, she began to massage
her foot, letting the cold night air cool her down.

This was why she didn�t dress so feminine
on a regular basis, she thought wryly, fighting off the unwanted attention of
idiot boys.

Giving a small giggle, Hermione realized
that she was picking up some of Severus� terms, the thought warmed her up.

The only idiot boy she was concerned about
was her husband, wherever he had gone off to.

Maybe she was being too hard on him, he had
spent most of the beginning of the dance with her, and perhaps he had come upon
a sticky situation with the students, he probably had a good reason not to have
checked up on her, anyways, she wouldn�t let her own self righteous anger ruin
tonight.

Clasping a strand of hair, she smiled at
his gift, hoping that he would like what she had got him. It wasn�t nearly as
dear, but it was more of the thought.

Glancing in the night sky, she got herself
lost looking at the stars, not hearing the person behind her.

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Severus checked in on her, only to see her
obviously not in the Great Hall dancing. Now where could she had gone?
Doubtfully to their rooms, so using logic, most likely, the garden.

Giving himself the excuse that he needed to
patrol the garden as much as the rest of the castle, he left the warmth inside,
to be hit with a cool blast of air. Gods, he hoped she wasn�t out here dressed
like that, she�d get a nasty cold.

She would hardly be desirable with snot
running down her face, he gave a shudder, and no doubt he would get the cold as
well.

Drawing his robes tighter around him, he
continued out into the garden, passing a fountain of a disgusting cupid, and
blasting several couples out of some bushes.

Scowling, he quickened his pace, feeling a
sense of urgency as he turned another corner, and after getting deep in the
maze he finally found her; wrestling with some Hufflepuff boy. He watched in
mute anger, as she head butted the boy, only the boy to act as if he had no
pain, as he lunged at her again.

His rage went calm, as he trained his wand
upon the boy, mentally uttering levicorpus, until with a squeal the
buffoon hung upside down, his dress robes falling down over his head, revealing
pallid grey underwear with a noticeable bulge, that did not bode well for the
boy.

Hermione, looked up from the ground, her sleeve
partially torn, and leaves stuck in her hair.

Thank gods, Severus! she eased herself up,
noting the rather calm cold look upon his face as he looked at the Hufflepuff
with distaste.

�Severus!� she exclaimed, standing up and
brushing herself off, before turning her eyes on the boy, a rather thoughtful
expression on her face. Why hadn�t the precautions worked? She wondered.
Gingerly reclaiming her shoes, she tried to calm herself down, her heart
beating a mile a minute. Feeling a twinge of anger, what the hell was up with
people trying to rape her lately? Had she stapled a �rape me� sign onto her
forehead and forgotten about it? Glancing at Severus she felt warmth rush
throughout her body. She just wanted to go and attach herself to him, except,
Severus was rather occupied with the boy, and by his expression, the boy was in
some deep shit.

Letting the boy down with a thump, Severus
angrily picked the boy up by his shirt, and quickly entered his mind.

He saw the entire thing, his blood began to
boil.

�One hundred points from Hufflepuff,� he
hissed, before roughly throwing the boy over his shoulder.

Giving Hermione an annoyed glance, he held
out his free hand, and with some trepidation she took it. Her hand clasping
his, she felt her heart calm down a bit. Whatever had went wrong Severus would
find a way to fix it. Entwining her fingers through his, she followed, trying
not to trip over the bumpy ground that Severus felt intent on speeding over.

Walking swiftly and surely out of the maze,
Severus located the Headmaster in the Great Hall dancing a waltz with Pomona, and without any worry about the boy�s reputation, he interrupted the dance, and
drew the Head Master off to the side.

Many eyes were drawn to the spectacle,
wondering what on earth seemed to be happening, focusing on the boy so
carelessly thrown over Severus� shoulder like a five year old, it seemed not to
matter that he was fifteen.

Hermione stood to the side, having dropped
Severus� hand automatically upon entering the Great Hall, knowing that there
could be some repercussions from showing too much affection. She remembered
Severus� words, We are being watched by Deatheaters.

Dumbledore and Severus left the hall, and
she followed behind them, to the Head Masters office.

Going up the staircase, into the welcoming warmth of the office, Hermione set
herself down on a comfortable chair, thoughts of her hasty marriage ceremony
coming to mind.

�Severus, look at this boys eyes,�
Dumbledore instructed, �They�re glazed. Someone must have cursed the boy.�

Looking, Severus felt a cold fist clench in
the stomach. Albus was right.

Carefully fishing out the veritaserum that
he always kept on him, he pushed the boy into a chair before administering
three drops to him.

The boys face seemed to clear up, and after
some careful questioning it was determined that indeed the boy was being
controlled, especially since he had no real idea who Hermione was in the first
place.

Dumbledore tested for varying hexes, and
when he found nothing, Severus tested for some potions.

Hermione watched the proceedings with great
fascination, warming up to the fact that her husband was indeed a brilliant
man.

Time seemed to slowly tick by, until
Severus muttered, �I don�t believe it.�

�Believe what?� she piped up, giving both men
a start, for they had clearly forgotten that she was there at all.

Giving her a dark look he replied, �Someone
administered him an Imperio Potion. He�s under someone elses influence.�

Well, if he was imperioed, then maybe
Severus� protections had a loop hole, Hermione thought, chewing her lower lip,
because if the person couldn�t technically see, then the person would
proceed with whatever the person in control wanted them to do. A cold feeling
clenched inside her stomach. She was protected, but not enough.

Looking up at Severus she noticed the same
idea had crossed his mind, as his scowl darkened.

Albus calmly observed them, before glancing
at the clock. �You two get back to your rooms, since the ball will have
finished by now, I will deal with Mr Dealy, and if I find out who has imperioed
the boy, I will tell you immediately.�

Casting a rather nasty glance at the boy,
Severus gave a curt nod, before taking Hermione�s hand and leading her to the
floo.

Tossing some powder in, he said his rooms,
and after a moment of disorientation, Hermione found themselves safely
ensconced in his rooms.

His mood seemed to be black, as he began to
undress, and after a few moments, Hermione followed suite, immediately starting
with the removal of her gown, her thoughts full of what could have happened to
her had Severus not shown up on time. Brrr.

Feeling eyes upon her, she looked up, and
coloured slightly at the heat in his eyes.

�Hermione, you seem to undress a little
differently,� he purred, his eyes flicking meaningfully to her shoes.

Oh man, she thought, she hadn�t taken her
shoes off. Some genius she was. Trying to hide the prickle of embarrassment,
she muttered, �I forgot� before reaching down to remove them.

�Don�t,� he rasped, closing the distance
between them, his hands moved her back to a standing position. �I like you like
this.�

�It was lucky we found the loophole through
your protections before something worse happened,� she babbled, trying to gain
some sense of the situation gazing at his mouth. The closeness of him brought
back the horrible memories of the Hufflepuff, and the fear she had felt when
she figured out that her protections weren�t working.

Severus saw this, and with a snarl, picked
her up, and carried her to the bed.

�Trust me, whoever imperiod that boy will
be sorry,� Severus growled tossing her onto the bed with a bounce.

Hermione watched him as he finished
undressing, giving her a hungry look, before crawling onto the bed above her,
planting a burning kiss upon her mouth.

His kiss seemed to melt away the tight
worry in her belly, as he gently touched her, massaging away the memory of the
grips of the other boy, his hands working a subtle magic throughout her.

If any man was allowed to touch her body,
it was this one. Everyone else could go take a hike. She wrapped her arms
around him and deepened the kiss, the fire lit in her belly.

Moaning as he cupped her breasts in his
hands, she wantonly pressed her body against his.

�You little slut,� he growled against her
mouth, as he pressed his penis against her bare stomach, smearing some precum
against her hot skin.

�My little slut,� he murmured,
pulling away to look at her flushed face. His possessive words seemed to go
straight to her cunt.

Her lips were swollen from kissing, her
eyes glazed over by passion, �Severus,� she whispered, �take me.�

�Yes, Hermione. I will,� he replied, before
hoisting her legs over his shoulders, and pushing her emerald green panties
aside.

Her wet pussy peeked out at him, his cock
pulsed at the site, as he positioned himself, and then plunged into her.

Giving a satisfied moan, he took her
possessively, reminding her that she was most dutifully married.

After, her shoes lost somewhere amongst the
bed covers, her underwear long gone, as she lay in Severus arms, Hermione
smiled, before struggling out of his grasp, only to have him grumble and pull
her back to him.

�Where are you going?� he peeked out at her
from one eye, too exhausted to fully look at her.

�To get your Valentines gift,� she
murmured.

�Get it tomorrow,� he growled firmly
reeling her into his embrace.

��Alright.�

Hermione felt a sense of peace descend upon
her as she snuggled into her husbands embrace. Sure shit was going to happen,
but it seemed to melt away when she was in his arms.

They slept until noon.

Or would have, if someone hadn�t disturbed
them.

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AN: This
chapter turned out a whole lot differently than I wanted it to. I was planning
a happy mushy little chapter, but then someone had to go interfere with that
plan! I feel like slapping them around the head to be honest. But I suppose all
bad things work out for good, since we�ve found the loop hole in Severus� protection
that I hadn�t considered before.

I had a horrible mental dilemma naming
Flitwicks wife, due to me wanting to name her Emmiline! I tried changing her
name to Georgette, but to no avail. I decided to stick it out with Emmiline
since that�s the name that felt right. She has no connection with Emmiline
Vance, just to clear some things up.

I�ve been on an update roll, but now I�m
feeling kind of burnt out. D:

Oh well, I guess zoning out at work will
cause me to think up new scenarios for our favorite duo! :3

I was going to post this a few days ago,
but I wasn�t too happy with it, so gave it a good spanking, until it worked a
little better.

@CB13 � for some reason I have the hardest
time imagining Miss Figg reading fanfiction!

Thanks for all the reviews, they make me
smile. And don�t worry about reviewing �too much� because, each one� counts
<3 Actually, when I read a story I tend to spam review stating my thoughts
haha! Gosh, I�m nearly at 200 reviews, this is rather exciting.
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