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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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AN: So I apparently lied outright to you all, because my brain would not shut up today and I have this to give you. I'm not even going to say I'm going to take a break now, because I don't know what my brain is going to do tomorrow. I've been on the computer so much between this story and school work that my husband might kill me! LOL (Just kidding, of course. My husband and I have a wonderful relationship. I am driving him a little batty, though.)
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Chapter Twenty-Four
He had taken her back to Spinner’s End when she was released from the hospital after lunch. He was embarrassed of the state of the place, not having been back there since summer. Everything was covered in a fine layer of dust. She just smiled at him, eyes twinkling as he made his half-hearted apologies. She asked to borrow his wand and a few quick cleaning spells later, she had the placed cleaned up and presentable. He watched her move around in this space where he grew up and marveled at the rightness of it. She had entered the sitting room and gasped in delight at the floor to ceiling book shelves that dominated the room, piled with stacks upon stacks of thick tomes.
“Come,” he said, after letting her trail her fingers over their spines for a solid ten minutes. “Your friends will be here, soon. They are most anxious to see you. Let’s run to the corner mart and buy some biscuits, then we’ll come back and set some tea.” She took his offered hand and they left in companionable silence. He didn’t comment as she looked longingly over her shoulder at the books.
He had gone back to Minerva and filled her in when Hermione had slept the night before. He had gotten her to take the Dreamless Sleep in the wee hours of the morning. Minerva had been a wreck. He informed her of his intention to take at least the next three weeks off and keep her with him. As term had only been back in session since the fourth (and it was now the sixth) he had requested her friends to arrive through the floo at four o’clock (when classes let out for the day) to visit with her before returning to the school in time for the evening meal. He suggested they bring her school books so she could work from his home while she recovered. The headmistress had agreed on this course of action.
Approximately a half hour later, the fireplace in the sitting room glowed bright green and Harry Potter popped into his sitting room. Severus had to push back his discomfort of having his personal space invaded by his students, but he was attempting to get use to the fact that these young adults were going to be a part of his life. Probably for the rest of it.
He had transfigured the two wing back chairs that accompanied the lone davenport into couches so there was enough space for all of them to sit and visit. Hermione had made a lovely smelling Earl Grey tea and arranged chocolate chip and sugar biscuits on a plain white serving plate and had them and his ebony colored tea set ready on the coffee table.
Harry stepped out of the fireplace and right into Hermione’s arms. Wrapping her in a fierce hug with a shout of exclamation. She buried her face in his shoulder and squeezed him back. Severus had to bite down the taste of jealousy. He had nothing to be jealous about – this boy was her adopted family. Ginny followed Harry, carting Hermione’s trunk with her clothing and school work. Ron and Lizzie came after. He was surprised when Draco Malfoy also came through the floo, but understood when he took Lizzie’s hand and pulled her to him protectively.
“Draco.” He nodded at his Godson with an approving smile. Miss Williams was a good match for the lad.
“Godfather.” Draco returned the greeting.
Hermione was engulfed in a four-way hug between Potter and the two Weasley children. A mix of tears and laughter sounding from their tête-à-tête. Lizzie stood back with a wistful smile on her face. Severus recognized the look of one who was part of the group, but still a bit of an outsider. His witch realized her other friend was there and immediately took the girls’ discomfort away.

“Lizzie!” She pulled out of the arms of the other three to wrap the little blonde in a warm hug. Lizzie returned the gesture with fierce warmth.

“You’re okay?” Lizzie whispered.

“I’m okay.” Hermione answered, then amended, “I’ll be okay.” Then she did something that surprised everyone in the room. “Draco! Thank you for coming!” she said before enveloping him in a hug right around his middle. Draco looked absolutely horrified for a moment, gaze darting around the room wildly as if to say, “I didn’t do it!” Potter and Weasley looked surprised, Severus raised an eyebrow at him, Ginny gave him a smirk, but Lizzie was smiling. He tentatively gave her a squeeze back before taking her shoulders and pulling her away gently.

“Glad to see you back with us, Granger. Lizzie was upset.”

Hermione gave him a satisfied smirk and Severus had to use a hand to wipe the smile off his face. She had done that to purposely make the poor kid uncomfortable.

“Sit, sit.” Hermione gestured to the couches. Ginny, Ron, and Harry plopped on one, Lizzie and Draco the other. Severus sat back in the corner of the third, crossing his left foot over his right knee and sprawling one arm long the back. Hermione was being a perfect hostess, pouring tea and passing plates. When everyone was served, she surprised him by sitting right next to him. Hip to hip. He watched Draco’s eyes widen slightly as she leaned into his side and offered him a bite of a cookie. He smiled down at her gently and declined.

“So…” Draco started when the awkward silence dragged on too long, catching Snape’s eyes. “My dad is going to lose his ever-loving mind when he hears about you two.”

Ron snorted. “My mum was besides herself…with happiness,” he grumbled. “She’s already planning your wedding, Hermione. As much as Ginny and Harry’s.”

“Oh, no!” Hermione sat bolt upright. “Does everyone know?”

Snape watched her carefully, gaging her reaction. When five heads nodded at her she blanched slightly. “What a mess. I so wanted to be the one to tell your mum and dad, Ginny and Ron. They’re like second parents to me.”

Severus watched Ron glance away, a telltale flush riding up the younger man’s neck. Harry broke in quickly, realizing the same thing. “Well, she thinks you and Professor Snape will want to get married quickly. Being that Ginny and I are waiting until the summer after next, she’s anxious to get started.”

Severus was doing his best not to panic. He did not want to rush Hermione into things. He promised her a long engagement, whatever she wanted.

“I’ve always wanted a summer wedding.” Hermione mused. “What do you think, Severus? July? August?”

His heart stopped and he looked at her with undisguised surprise. “Are you sure, pet? I told you there’s no rush.”

“There’s also no reason to wait, right?” She smiled at him and his heart restarted.

“As they say, it is the bride’s day,” he answered softly, raising a hand to brush a stray curl of her temple. “Whatever you want, you shall have.”

Both of the girls on the other couches sighed appreciatively and he looked up, disgruntled. He had forgotten for a moment that they had an audience.

“July, then, I think. Do you think your mum will really help me, Gin?”

The redheaded girl grinned wickedly. “Yes, I’m sure. So will I! It’ll be good practice.”

“Something small,” Hermione told her. “Just family and close friends. I don’t want a big hoopla.”

“A hand fasting?” Ginny suggested. The three young men were starting to look as decidedly uncomfortable as Severus felt. Talking about weddings – his wedding – with all these student present was very off-putting.

“Oh, hand fastings are so beautiful!” Lizzie squealed. “So Earthy and rich in romantic tradition.”

“I think that would be perfect!” Hermione agreed. “Severus,” she turned to him and he raised an eyebrow warily. “You don’t mind being married barefoot, do you?”

That brought him up short. “What?”

“It’s for connection to the Earth,” she explained. “Everyone who attends a hand fasting must be barefoot during the ceremony. I know you’re very tight laced when it comes to your wardrobe, but you would do this for me, yes?” She fluttered her lashes a little and he felt his cheeks grow a bit warm.

Bloody hell. Her flirting and casual behavior was making him ache for her. He wished they were alone. He sat up straight and pretended that they were. “I meant it, love. Whatever you want.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Will you excuse me?”

She smirked at him, knowing just how uncomfortable he was, and nodded. “Of course.”

“He okay?” Harry asked, watching Snape’s shadow disappear into the kitchen.

“Harry,” Hermione said softly. “He’s an exceptionally private person. You have absolutely no idea what this conversation just did to him. He handled it very well.”

“I can’t believe you’re marrying him.”

The words came and her heart sank. “Ron,” she said softly. “He makes me happy.”

It was silent for along moment and then he sighed. “I know. I just…well. Well, it’s Snape. It’s just weird, you know?”

She surprised everyone in the room by busting out laughing. Deep, and long, and straight from her belly. Her friends all looked at her with bemused expressions and soon they were all giggling.

“What in the bloody hell is so funny?” Snape called from the kitchen, sounding slightly paranoid. This just caused their laughter to deepen. Even Draco was chuckling.

“Nothing!” Hermione finally called back before lowering her voice to talk to her friends. “If any one of you had told me a year ago that I would be engaged to Severus Snape I would have hexed you to hell in back. Now I couldn’t possibly live without him.”

Ginny and Lizzie chorused an “Aww!” while Draco looked surprised, Ron a bit green and Harry nodded with a smile.

“I’m happy for you, Hermione.”

“Did he get you a ring?” Ginny asked, eyes suddenly flying to her friend’s left hand. “He did! Let me see!”

Lizzie and Ginny both piled on the couch on either side of Hermione and the three boys started to cautiously chatter at one another. Before long, Snape was letting them know it was time to go. Hermione hugged them all (Draco offered a hand to her, not even remotely comfortable enough to endure another Granger squeeze) and she shook it with a laugh. Draco flooed away first, followed by Lizzie and Ginny. When it was just Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Severus, there was a long pause.

“You’re really okay, Hermione?” Harry whispered, his eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Hermione gave him a sad smile and a slight nod.

“I’m not going to lie to you guys. I’m feeling pretty fucked up.” Severus’s hands grasped her shoulders in comfort, his heat at her back was calming. “I’m going to be okay, though. I have you three. It’s all I need.”

Ron grit his teeth against his fury at what had happened to his friend. “We’ll find them, ‘Mione. We’ll kill them all.” Harry nodded; Severus’s arms curled around her collar bones in a backwards hug, drawing her into him.

“No.” The word was definite, final. “They will get what is coming, but it will not be at the price of any of your souls. Do you understand me?”

Harry and Ron nodded. Severus made a noise of noncommittal.

“I love you guys.” She disentangled herself from her fiancé and pulled them into a hug before pushing them to the fire. “I’ll see you guys soon. I’ll owl.” They each kissed her on the cheek and disappeared into the brazier.

She sighed with weariness and turned into his waiting arms. He pulled her close and propped his chin against her head. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Not really.”

“Tired?” It was still early, but both knew they had something to do before sleeping tonight.

“I am,” she answered. “I need a shower.” She pulled away from him and crouched to her trunk, popping it open. “Oh, thank Merlin.” He watched her lovingly caress her wand and was instantly curious about it.

“What’s it made out of?” he asked and she smiled up at him.

“Vine, dragon heartstring. Ten and three-quarter inches. Here.” She handed it out to him and he took it, immediately feeling warmth flood his fingers. His lips parted in surprise. He gave it a twirl and shot gold sparks out of it. It felt as good as his own wand.

“It knows I love you,” she said simply. He smirked at her. “What about yours?”

“Blackthorn, thunderbird tail feather. Fourteen inches.*” He slid it out from his sleeve and handed to her. She had already held it earlier today and had been hesitant of its power. It did not recognize her as its owner, but had seemed to recognize her as someone to trust. It had allowed the basic cleaning charms to be performed to her satisfaction.

“I was very surprised that it responded to you.” He told her after a moment of studying her own wand. They traded them back and she continued to paw through her things, pulling out a pair of lounge pants, a long-sleeved tee, a zip up jumper, and some comfortable undergarments. “A few people have attempted to use it in the past with no luck. It must recognize who you are to me.”

Hermione’s face flushed with pleasure. “It’s obviously a quite powerful wand, it vibrated through my whole body when you gave it to me the first time. I think if I had taken it from you without your permission it would not have worked for me at all. Blackthorn is quite difficult to control, from what I’ve read of wand-lore. Ron stole a wand made of blackthorn from the snatchers he was captured by when he first left us. Harry used it after his holly and phoenix feather wand was broken at Christmas last year. It was very temperamental; it did not work well for him.”

She stopped when she realized her was looking at her with deep affection. “What?” she said shyly.

“You’re brilliant. I never thought I would find a witch that I could talk to like I do you.”

The blush that bloomed through her cheeks was breathtaking. “Come, let’s shower together.” He reached a hand to her and, after securing her garments in one arm, she took it. Her face set itself with a mix of nervousness and determination. He only loved her more for it.

He cast an impervious charm on her bandaged left arm and she removed the wrist brace. He had to clench his jaw at the fading bruises and light lines that were scattered over her lovely body as he gently undressed her and then himself. He beckoned for her to get into the shower while he finished disrobing. He knew the next hour would be paramount in helping her heal and he was determined to take it agonizingly slow.

They washed each other with soap and flannels and hands; slowly and tenderly exchanging chaste kisses and soothing words. When they were cleaned, he leaned back against the cool tile wall and pulled her so her back was to his front, letting the heat of the water rush over their bodies, and just held her for a long time, waiting for her to be ready to move to the next step.

She turned the water off and pulled the curtain open a little while later, handing him a large, fluffy towel before starting to dry herself off. As he watched her, his hunger grew. He tampered down his need for her. He was determined to make everything about her tonight. He had to. When they were dry, he led her to his room. The queen-sized bed was covered in dark navy bedding with white sheets. He indicated she should put her things on the dresser and left her to crawl into the bed. He lay on his back, one arm cocked beneath his head, the other reaching out for her as she turned to face him. She took a deep, calming breath and crossed the room to him.

He pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You are going to have complete control, love,” he said quietly. “Tell me what you want, I will do it. I will not frighten you.” She nodded, her eyes softening in thanks.

“I want you to cover me with your body and kiss me for a while.” It was something that would not trigger any bad memories. The one thing that was a blessing the last ten days was no one had attempted to kiss her mouth in any way. This was strictly Severus’s domain. He rolled to her slowly, gently pressing his legs against her and covering her with his warmth. He held most of his weight on one forearm while using his other hand to caress her face. He dropped light, chaste kisses across her lips, drawing them out slowly and sweetly, carefully giving her time to adjust to each movement and sensation. Her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders and she lightly scratched his skin over his scapulas. He sighed in appreciation. Gods, he had missed her – missed this.

She opened to him, a small whimper in the back of her throat and Severus gently sucked her lower lip into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the plump surface. She gave a small gasp of joy before arching into him, seeking his tongue with hers. The muscles slid languidly over each other, the kiss was slow and hot, warming them deliciously. He pulled back after a significant amount of time and she immediately gave the next directive. “Put your hands and mouth on me,” she murmured.

He trailed open mouth kisses to her jaw, down her neck and across her collar bone as one hand carved a gentle trail up her hip, over her rib cage to where her lovely breast was. He palmed her nipple and squeezed gently. She squirmed again, breathless. He paid equal attention to her breasts, mouthing them with reverence, pulling her nipples into the tropical heat of his maw. Making her want it. He had grown painfully hard with his need for her, but would not be asking for anything in return.

“Please, come inside me,” she whispered when she couldn’t stand the wait anymore.

“What position, love?”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he grazed his stubbled chin over the flat expanse of her stomach on his way to her center. He lapped at a hip bone and spread his palm over her womanhood, gently parting her with nimble fingers.

“Missionary,” she answered. “Slow. Kiss me again.”

He gently urged her thighs apart and slid himself into position between them. He hitched one leg onto each of his hips and coated himself in her excitement before pushing himself to the entrance of her body. She was watching him with heavy lidded eyes, her breaths were slow and calm. She nodded once and he gently, excruciatingly slowly, pushed into her inch by blissful inch until they were joined completely.

“Mmm.” Her voice rumbled in her throat and ended with a small gasp as he bottomed out side her heat. “Oh. I missed you.” Her voice trembled with tears and he covered her mouth to help stem the flow before pulling back and brushing his nose against hers.

“I’ve missed you, too, love.” He pushed forward with tender ease and she gave a small gasp of pleasure. “Can I bring you, sweetheart?”

“No!” Her eyes flew wide, pleading, tears spilling over her lower lashes and he froze in panic as her body started trembling violently.

“What, Hermione? Tell me.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart. Please. Never again.” He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth even as he nodded.

“Never again, I’m sorry.” He was. So sorry.

“Kiss me,” she whispered through her tears as he pushed into her again, continuing the slow, torturous pace. He covered her mouth with his and proceeded to love her tenderly. The trembling subsided slowly and small, sweet sex noises erupted from her throat from time to time.

“You can go faster,” she said after a short while. Her arms were holding him to her, her hips meeting his gentle thrusts. It was exquisite. He had never felt so connected to her. He sped up a bit and her head tipped back with pleasure, exposing her neck. He nipped the tendon gently and brushed his nose at her pulse point.

“Faster!” She demanded again, he complied. He was so close, he wanted to take her over the edge with him.

“You feel so amazing, love.” His voice rumbled in her ear, bringing her closer to her climax. She gave a little sob. “Tell me you’re okay.” He begged.

“I’m so good, love. So good.” She promised him. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes. Come for me, Hermione.” He agreed. “Let me bring you.” He angled himself slightly differently and felt her arch her back, allowing his pelvic bone to graze her clitoris. She gasped, her legs tightening around his lower back, hands digging into his shoulders.

“There!” It was an exclamation. “Don’t stop! There! Oh, thank you!” She sobbed with her release, pressing her forehead to his. His tears mixed with hers as he spilled himself inside her. When they calmed, he rolled them, keeping himself buried within her, but bringing her on top of him so she wasn’t crushed beneath him. She lay, spent, her head tucked into his neck. She planted soft kisses to his collar bone, and he stroked her hair.
“I love you, pet,” he murmured.
She nodded against him. “I love you, too. It was perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, love.” He held her head to his chest so she wouldn’t see the tears falling freely from his eyes.
*The wood and core of Snape’s wand is not known. I researched for over an hour before making this decision. I hope it does not upset anyone. Blackthorn Properties: Blackthorn wands, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation - in Garrick Ollivander's opinion well-merited - of being best suited to a warrior. These wands appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish. Thunderbird Tail Feather core: Powerful, but difficult to master. Can sense danger and cast curses on their own. Length: 14” is the length of Severus Snape’s prop wand in the movies that you can buy from numerous vendors.
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Mistress: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was feeling super good about this last chapter and I'm so grateful you like it as much as you did. Your support is everything!

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Book_Additct: Correction! Guess it's not so long of a wait! LOL Chapter 22 was hard to write, I'm sure it was also hard to read. Thank you for sticking by me! I never doubted that my characters would come through. I hope you find this chapter more appealing.

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