The First Summer and Summer Series

It had seemed to Hermione that the summer would never arrive. At last the day came where she and Julie were packing up the dorm room and Crookshanks had been sent, hissing and scratching, to stay with Hermione‘s parents.

“It’s been fun,” Julie commented. “Want to room together next year too?”

“That would be wonderful,” Hermione agreed. She had been very pleased to be able to introduce Julie to Seamus Finnegan. The pair had hit it off and were traveling to America so Seamus could meet Julie’s family and also visit a few of his father’s relatives in Boston.

The two girls had rotated privacy in the dorm room as needed, for Severus had come down to spend two more weekends since the disastrous episode of the Strigae. They had spent much of the time shopping to his disgust. Hermione had picked out new carpets for his sitting room and some pictures for the bedroom. A new brass lamp also made its way back to Hogwarts.

“What do you think Severus will think of this?” Hermione asked her roommate, lifting up a piece of china from a box she had brought in that morning. “All of his cups in the kitchenette are cracked and old. I thought these would be nice.”

Julie looked at them with a critical eye, “They are, but don’t throw away his old cups. Your Sev doesn’t seem the type to like too much change at one time.”

Hermione sighed. “That’s true enough. He doesn’t like you calling him ‘Sev’ either. He says it’s ‘an abominable abbreviation’ of his name.”

“He can deal with it, the little bit that I ever see of him,” she shrugged. “So is there ever a wedding planned for you two?”

“Maybe after I graduate,” Hermione answered. “I don’t really mind just living together. What’s a piece of paper? But I’m not allowed to live openly with him at Hogwarts unless we are married so it‘ll probably happen sooner or later. Right now the headmaster just wants us to be discreet.”

“Oh yes,” Julie chortled “Very discreet. You moving all your stuff in there.”

“Not everything,” Hermione protested, “Just a few teeny tiny things to make it more homey. Besides, we won’t be there long. We’re spending the summer in Karnipolia again. I can work on my research and we can enjoy each other’s company.”

Julie looked uncomfortable. “Did you hear Weasel-boy is going to Karnipolia?”

“What!?!”

“Seamus told me that some kid called Neville got Weasel-boy and Harry Potter to agree to help with the Karnipolia project. Something to do with the kid’s uncle.”

“Oh my god.” Hermione groaned, “Severus is going to die! The three worst nightmares of his life all packed into our vacation spot! Well, if our relationship weathers out this summer, it will survive anything. Wish me luck.”

For reasons best known to herself, Hermione decided not to tell Severus about who they might be meeting in the near future. She made a point of arriving at Hogwarts while classes were in session on the last day so that she could slip unnoticed through the halls let let herself in to Severus’s chambers without being seen.

“Our chambers,” she thought proudly, as she gave the password to allow entrance. He had put down the carpets and hung the pictures as directed. It was a welcoming sight. He even had a fire going and tea laid out for her. She went into the kitchenette and unpacked the new china then put her case in the bedroom.

Here, too, she found a fire burning. On the bed there were new soft sheets that she had talked him into buying on one of their shopping expeditions. She had okayed keeping the fur blankets because they were warm and looked very sumptuous. He had even put a vase of flowers on the bedside table of his own volition.

“Nice!” Hermione commented to herself.

She peeled off her clothes and stretched out on the bed for a nap. He wouldn’t be done teaching his classes for another couple of hours. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

A sudden heavy pressure woke her up. She opened her eyes to find Severus completely nude, stretched out full length on top of her.

“And who’s that sleeping in my bed?” he growled playfully in her ear.

Hermione giggled and put her arms around his shoulders. He was gently insinuating his knees between her thighs.

He continued whispering silkily, “Do you know what it’s like, having a tediously boring day, putting up with some of the stupidest children in creation, then opening your bedroom door and finding a beautiful naked goddess spread wantonly out over your bed?”

His mouth nipped at her throat, then he traced a line up to her ear with his tongue. Severus sucked gently at her earlobe as his hips pushed forward. She could feel herself becoming wet in anticipation.

“You’re not in charge this time Hermione,” he murmured in his sexiest voice. “This is my bed and you, my sweet goddess, are about to be ravished within an inch of your life!”

She could feel his firmness prodding at her, miss the mark and trail up to her clitoris. She gasped as the oozing head of his arousal raked across the little nub of pleasure.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Do it again,” she begged.

He obliged enthusiastically. He loved to hear her sudden intakes of breath as he used the tip of his shaft to stimulate her. It excited him too. He could feel her growing wetter, hotter, welcoming his foreplay. He laced his fingers with hers and drew her arms up over her head. After a few minutes of such teasing and rubbing, Hermione was quivering on the edge of ecstasy. She wanted him now, wanted to feel him inside of her. She spread her legs wide, then, frustrated, pulled up her legs and wrapped them loosely around his waist, pulling him into her.

Feeling her building tension, he thrust into her for real. He slid home with precision then withdrew totally and rubbed back up against her clitoris again. Then down and in again, then out and up.

“More?” he teased.

“Yes! Keeping going! Please!” Hermione had disentangled her legs, was lifting herself up, meeting each thrust and contracting on each withdrawal. She tried to pull her hands out from his but he held them firmly.

“No hands, just bodies,” he breathed huskily. His lips brushed her face, chafed her chin. Her nipples were hard peaks, pressing against his chest.

“Stay inside me now, Severus. I’m so close...” she moaned. Her fingers were grasping his convulsively, trying to free themselves from his imprisonment. He reveled in the feeling. Her thighs began to quiver.

“Wait for me,” he whispered suddenly, “I’m nearly there too... my love!” It was like the heavens opened. Wave after wave, spasm after spasm. He melted inside of her, a couple of weeks worth of suppressed passion flooding Hermione’s body and finding it’s way onto the new clean sheets. She was floating in ecstasy, his body one with hers. Each could feel the other’s thoughts for a brief instant. Then it was gone. Their moans and murmurs subsided. Their fingers went slack.

“Now that,” said Severus softly, “Is how to start a summer vacation.


That night was very special. It marked Hermione’s first night in joint residence of the dungeons. Of course, in fall she would be returning to the university but it would never be quite the same again. And at some point, she shivered thinking about it, she would have to tell her parents. That was not going to be easy. She lay awake long after Severus was asleep, trying to figure out just what to say to them. As far as they knew she was spending the summer in Karnipolia doing research. This was true of course, but she would never be coming home to stay again as she once had. Finally she decided to let the matter rest.

She awoke the next morning with Severus draped across her body, holding her protectively. It was a good, safe feeling. He had to turn in final grades to Dumbledore this morning and then they could leave on their journey. She felt his body stir.

“Mmmm...good morning,” he growled in her ear.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Very, very well,” he replied, taking her hand and pushing it down below the sheets. He curled her fingers around his morning salute and gave her a satirical grin, one eyebrow raised. “And do you know your womanly duties?”

She gave him a grin right back, “If you think I’m doing anything before my morning coffee Professor Snape, then you have a big surprise coming!”

“I’d better bring you some coffee in bed then,” he chuckled, kissing her ear. He left the bed and a few moments later returned with a steaming cup for her.

His thoughts seemed to have changed subjects. “I hope you don’t mind but I think I’ll shower and get straight to work on those exams. The sooner I’m done the sooner we can leave.” Severus paused, “I’m going to ask you something and I hope you won’t think I’m too chauvinistic. Would you cook breakfast while I‘m scoring exams? It d sad save a lot of time.”

“Cook breakfast?” Hermione echoed.

“You don’t have to. I could go down to the Hall and bring something back for us, but there is food in the kitchen here.”

“Of course,” Hermione said, “Umm, no problem.”

“You don’t sound happy.”

“Don’t be silly!” she replied, “I’d love to cook for you!”

Severus gave her a nod and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Except that I don’t know how to cook,” she admitted after he had gone.


Hermione stood in the kitchenette, staring at the frying pan. She didn’t know how everything could have gone quite so badly as it had. She had started out trying to make fried eggs. That was hard enough. She had had to fish several pieces of shell out of the eggs in the pan and by that time they had gone opaque. She was sure there were still several small pieces of shell lurking in them but could no longer see them. And then the stupid things stuck to the pan! She had en aen all the yolks and finally decided to make them scrambled eggs instead because they were such a mess already. But they didn’t look like scrambled eggs after she mixed them up

The bacon was disaster. It had sputtered and splattered and she had burned her thumb. Finally, it had charred to a crisp. The toast was really a puzzle. How did wizards do toast without a toaster? She had propped a few pieces of bread on a flame and had then to scrape all the charred bits off. For the first time she wished she could just summon the house elves to do it for her. When all was said and done she wasn’t very hungry any more, and, judging from the sight of this, neither would Severus be when he looked at it.

With great trepidation she filled a plate and set it by his elbow as he sat busily scoring scrolls at the table. Several emotions crossed his face as he looked at it.

Finally, and with a huge amount of tact considering it was Severus, he said. “Just the toast would have been sufficient. Thank you, my love.”

Hermione twisted her hands in her lap. “It’s horrible,” she admitted.

“Yes it is,” he agreed and then started to laugh heartily. After he caught his breath he finally asked, “How did you get the eggs to look like that?”

“I don’t know how to cook!” she snapped.

“Obviously!” Severus hooted. “My god! Longbottom could have probably made something better looking than this!”

Angry and upset she ran to the bedroom and flung herself on the bed, “Bastard!” she shrieked.

It wasn’t long before he was at her side, rubbing her back and apologizing. “You should have just told me. There’s nothing wrong with not knowing how to do something.”

Hermione rolled back out of his grasp, “What made you think I knew how in the first place? Just because I‘m a woman?”

“Perhaps because you were the best potions student I ever had. There’s not much difference between potions making and cooking you know. The principles are all the same. I‘ll teach you.”

They were interrupted by a knock at the dungeon door.

“Best stay in here,” Severus advised.

Minerva McGonagall was anxious to leave on her summer holiday. Severus had offered to lend her a book from his private library so she took herself down to the dungeons to collect it before leaving the castle. He opened the door tentatively to her second knock.

“Minerva?” he inquired.

“”Severus, if you don’t mind I’d like to borrow that book we were discussing.”

“Oh, uh, yes. Of course. Come in.” He opened the door and went quickly to the shelf to find the correct volume.

“Are you also leaving today?” Minerva asked.

“Yes, if I can get the rest of these exams scored. Ah! Here you are.” He turned and handed her the book.

“And is someone going with you?” she asked.

Severus narrowed his eyes. “What would make you think that?”

“Perhaps this,” the old witch answered, picking up Hermione’s purse from the floor. “Unless you’ve taken to carrying a handbag recently.”

She examined the bag carefully and fingered the monogram. “HG?” Her face took on a stern look. “Oh Severus! It’s not true is it? I had heard rumors of course but I thought you’d have better sense!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you don’t mind Minerva, I have quite a bit of work left to do.”

Minerva McGonagall drew herself up to full ht aht and put her hands on her hips. “I am talking about Hermione Granger! I was her head of house and it’s my duty to look out after her best interests. You’re old enough to be her father!”

The bedroom door swung open, “And I’m old enough to be his wife now in case you hadn’t noticed.” Hermione walked up to Severus and cuddled into his left arm, resting her head on his shoulder. “Besides, Dumbledore knows and he approves.”

“I just hope the two of you know what you’re doing. Think of the scandal for Hogwarts!”

Hermione sighed, “I’m not a student here anymore.”

“Have you been staying here? In these quarters?”

“Dumbledore asked us to be discreet,” Severus admitted. “So we would appreciate it if you would not mention this to anyone.”

“No fear!” McGonagall agreed. She went to leave but turned back a moment later, a softer look on her face. “I thought I’d seen you smiling more this last year.”