It Started With A Kiss

Chapter 9

It had been two weeks since the binding; 'two wonderful weeks', thought Hermione, a dreamy smile flittering across her face. Who would have thought that Severus Snape could be so amorous! She missed Severus this morning since he had to get up early to attend a faculty meeting. Finishing her morning routine, she headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Though marriage was proving agreeable to Hermione, she couldn’t shake the strange dreams she had been having for a week now. There were three dark, hooded figures. She could not tell if they were human or some other creature, but what stood out most in her mind was that she knew they were trying to tell her something; she just couldn’t figure out what.

She entered the Great Hall, taking her usual spot at the Gryffindor table. Her marriage to Professor Snape was old news now, so no one paid much attention to her anymore; something for which she was grateful.

“Good morning Harry, Ron,” She said, helping herself to some eggs, toast and pouring her morning tea.

“Morning Hermione,” Ron said. “Did you get that essay done for Transfiguration?”

“Yes, Ron I did it two days ago. Let me guess; you haven’t started yet, right?” She asked, annoyed that she still had to nag the boys to get their work done on time.

“Well with Quidditch practice and all I just haven’t had the time” Ron said uncomfortably.

“All? What all, Ron?”

“Ummmm--you see, uhh,“ Ron uttered not sure how to tell Hermione his news.

“He’s dating Lavender,” Harry said giving Ron a sidelong glance.

“Ohhhh, I see. So you’re spending more time with Lavender than doing your work?“ Hermione asked.

“I have an answer for you, Ron,” Hermione said as Ron got a hopeful look in his eyes, “Less Lavender, more work.”

Harry let out a laugh as Ron’s face seemingly fell to the floor.

“Nice try, Ron," Harry said.

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She went through her morning classes as usual. After lunch, though when she would have had Advanced Potions, she was with Professor Dumbledore going over which possible project she should take on as an Independent Study. She spent the last week in the library researching which projects would interest her most.

“I would like you to write a project proposal for me. Please have it on my desk by Friday.”

“Yes, Professor, and thank you again for the chance to do this. It would have been awkward for both Severus and I if he was still teaching me,“ Hermione said, touching her wedding ring as she thought of what her husband was teaching her.

The old wizard wore a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He didn’t need to use Legilimency to see that the young woman before him was thinking, it was written all over her face. There was something else there though. He couldn’t quite tell what, so he would give her an opening to talk about it.

“Would you care for some tea, Madam Snape?”

“Yes, please.”

Dumbledore clapped his hands once, tea and biscuits appeared on the table in front of them. As the headmaster served the tea, he took the opportunity to question her.

“It seems that marriage suits you, Madam. I take it you and Severus are getting on well?”

“Oh yes, things are much better than I could have expected. Though of course, it is still an adjustment for both of us, sharing rooms and all, but everything considered we are doing well.”

“I’m delighted to hear that. Anything unusual or out of the ordinary you wish to talk about?” He watched her face for any sign that indeed something was occurring.

Her eyes on her tea, Hermione let out a small sigh. “There have been a couple of strange dreams.”

The professor sat quietly watching her, allowing her to continue in her own time.

“There are three figures, each hooded and in shadow. I can’t make out who or what they are. They aren’t Death Eaters though; I have no fear of them. I can’t see their faces, but I hear them trying to say something to me and I can’t make it out. I feel as if they are trying to tell me something but I can’t understand what they are saying, if that makes any sense.”

“Perhaps what you need to do is to be open to the message this dream is trying to relate to you,” He said, taking off his half moon glasses and wiping the lenses. “The next time you have this ‘dream’ open your mind and your ears and listen.”

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That evening after Severus was finished grading essays, and Hermione had completed her homework, they sat together on the sofa to talk about each other’s day. Hermione sent word to the kitchen for their usual evening tea, serving Severus then herself.

“Anything interesting happen today?” she asked.

“Two melted cauldrons, abysmal essays, dealing with idiotic colleagues’ the usual day.”

“You’re awful Severus. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, all of them really, are not idiots.”

Laughing softly, Severus commented. “You don’t deal with them on the same level I do, my dear. How was your meeting with the headmaster?”

“Fine, he wants my project proposal on his desk by Friday, so I have a bit of research to do. Could I perhaps, borrow a few of your books my dear husband?”

“What do I get if I say yes, my dear wife?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can come up with a fair trade.” A sly smile was on her lips as she wound her arm around his shoulder, her lips making contact with the area just behind his ear lobe.

“I’m sure we can,” He turned slightly to kiss her soundly on the lips. “What project did you choose?”

“I want to improve the effectiveness of the Shielding Potion. By making it stronger, it should repel more powerful hexes and last longer.”

“Well if anyone can do it, my dear wife, it will be you.”

“There is something else I talked to the headmaster about. I’ve been having a recurring dream for the last week. I’m not sure if it means anything.”

A cold feeling settled in Severus’ stomach. His intuition told him the reason they were brought together, whatever danger it was that they were supposed to impede, was beginning.

“Tell me everything you remember about this dream, Hermione”

“It’s always the same. I’m in a dark forest; not the Forbidden Forest though it’s dark and foggy. Then three figures appear, and they have hoods on, not like Death Eaters though. I don’t have fear of them. They stay near the shadows, but I can tell they are there and I hear them, but I can’t make out what they are saying. The professor said I should open my mind and my ears next time I have that dream and I will be able to hear what they are saying.”

“Why have you not told me about these dreams before?”

“I wasn’t sure at first if they were just strange dreams or something else, Severus. I had another one this morning, but you were already gone by the time I woke up, so I couldn’t tell you then. When I met with the headmaster, I thought maybe he would have some insight as to what the dreams could mean. I didn’t purposely keep this from you. It’s just that I had the opportunity to ask Professor Dumbledore about it first.”

He looked in her eyes and could see no deceitfulness. He cupped her cheek with his hand and kissed her gently.

“I believe you, and you should heed Dumbledore’s advice. If indeed these hooded figures are attempting to tell you something, it could be important.” He told her seriously.

“It is getting late, my dear perhaps we should adjourn to the bedroom and begin those negotiations for the borrowing of my books,” he said as he lifted her off the sofa and into his arms and headed to the bedroom.

Bringing her arms around his neck she purred into his ear, “You know these negotiations could take hours. Are you sure you’re “up” to it?”

As he tossed her onto their bed, he came down beside her, grabbing her around the waist bringing her flush to his body. “Oh, I’m very “up” to it, my dear. Now where shall we begin?”

Taking his wand from his sleeve, he cast a spell ridding them of their clothes. “Now we can start on equal ground. What do you think the loan of one book should cost?”

“A kiss,” she said as her fingers trailed down his back.

“Just a kiss?”

“Mmmm two kisses?”

“That is a start. Where do you propose to place those kisses?”

“I was thinking of one here.“ She rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, then leaned down and she placed a kiss on his lips. “And one here,” she next kissed his chest, “and oh I think I can offer a few more kisses.”

As she worked her way down his chest and stomach.

Severus watched as Hermione worked her way down his body. She was becoming very, very good at fellatio. He felt his cock jump slightly as she drew nearer her target. Hermione had learned that Severus liked when she placed licks and kisses on the head of his erection. She could hear him hiss and moan. She liked the power she felt doing this; that she could make him react to her ministrations. She continued licking and kissing down the shaft, his hand coming to rest on her head.

As she looked up, their eyes met. With her tongue she licked her way back up to the head of his cock. In his eyes, she could see the pleasure he was receiving and warmth she never noticed before. Her hand could not quite wrap around the shaft of his penis. Holding it up, she brought her mouth down around the head, her tongue flicking around the sensitive underside of the head. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, she worked his cock in and out of her mouth soliciting his very vocal approval.

Removing him from her mouth, she gave him a sly grin as she said, “So, is that good enough for at least one book?”

Grabbing her arms, he lifted her up on him, “Oh yesssss, at least one book.” Severus rolled her on to her back positioning himself over her. “Now as for the other books you wish to borrow, my dear, I know you will enjoy the terms of payment as much as I will.”

Hermione loved it when he became dominating like this, it excited her to no end.

“Yesssss, Severus, I gladly agree to these terms of payment,“ she said, her eyes glistening with lust for her husband.

He leaned back on his knees between her spread thighs, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

“Something new tonight, my dear wife, that I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” he said, as he plunged into her swiftly. He brought her several times over the edge and back before they fell asleep in each other’s arms after a most satisfying conclusion to their “negotiations.”

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