A Marriage Made in Heaven...

A Marriage Made in Heaven…or Hell. Depending on Who You Ask

Chapter 8 

Hermione entered their study and gasped at what she saw. Severus stood wearing a charcoal grey suit, his hair pulled into a low pony tail, and a bright smile for only her. A romantic candle-lit table for two sat in the center of the room. 

“Good evening my dear Mrs. Snape,” he said as he pulled out her chair.

“Good evening Mr. Snape,” she smiled as she sat down. 

Severus popped the cork off the bottle of wine, poured Hermione a glass, then himself, before finally sitting down across from her. With a snap of his fingers, a crisp salad appeared before them.

“What’s this all about Severus?” Hermione asked as she poured vinegar and oil over her salad. 

“Well, I came to a realization about something this afternoon, something that I hope will close this rift that has recently formed between us,” Severus replied.

“You noticed that too huh?” she questioned quietly. 

“Yes. Right now, let’s enjoy our meal. We can discuss it afterwards. Okay?” he said. Hermione nodded.

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Lucius smiled as he read the letter he had just received. Finally, he would have his revenge on the mudblood, Hermione Granger, and the traitor, Severus Snape. He chuckled as Narcissa walked up to him.

“Good news Lucius?”

“Very. I have a date to contest Severus’s marriage to Granger. The date is set for Monday. Soon, she will be ours,” 

“That is good news. By this time next year, she should be pregnant with the second Malfoy heir. After the second child is born, we can dispose of her,” Narcissa said evilly.

“Yes. Then, we can have Draco marry a proper witch and the two children will be betrothed to purebloods of proper family values and standards,” Lucius nodded.

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Hermione and Severus sat before the fireplace on a lambskin rug. Hermione couldn’t help but wonder at what her husband was playing at. Finally, she decided to get to the bottom of it.

“Okay Severus, what are you getting at? I mean, dressing up, the romantic dinner, wine, and now relaxing in front of a fire. What are you playing at?” she demanded.

“Hermione, I was re-reading over your letters from this summer, and yes I kept them. In your last letter, you wrote Love Hermione. Did you know that?” he replied.

“I…I did? I didn’t even realize that,” she whispered.

“I figured as much. Remember that realization I mentioned earlier?” She nodded. “I realized that I’ve fallen in love with you. I was probably falling for you when we started working on that potion,” he explained.

Hermione was stunned. She couldn’t believe that he realized the same thing she did. She took a deep breath, faced her husband, and spoke, “I came to the same conclusion. I was afraid to say anything, because I didn’t want you to feel pressured or anything,”

Severus leaned over and pressed his lips to her. Hermione threaded her left hand in his hair. They kissed by the fire for nearly five minutes before coming apart for air. After the kiss, they just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. 

“Did you miss kissing as much as I did?” she asked.

“You’re damned right I did. I’ve wanted to kiss you since we came back, but when you began pulling away, I didn’t want to pressure you about it,” he answered.

“I’m sorry about that Severus. When I started feeling more than friendship for you, it scared me. Of course, you pulled away a bit yourself,” she pointed out.

“True. So what can we do to fix this little misunderstanding?” he asked.

Hermione leaned over and pressed her lips to his and threw her arms around his neck. Severus was surprised and fell back onto the rug. He quickly got over his surprised and returned the kiss. She moved so that she was now straddling his waist.

“Eager?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes. I’ve wanted us to make love ever since we got back, but figured why would you want to have sex with me except to fulfill the contract,” she replied. 

“Hermione, never question that. I want you, contract or no contract,” he said.

To prove his point, he rocked his hips up. She moaned as she felt his hard cock brush against her wet center. Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back. Severus took advantage of her distraction and rolled them over.

“Should we take this to the bedroom me dear?” he asked huskily.

“No,” she breathed. 

Snapping her fingers, their clothes melted away. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his once more. He moaned as he deepened the kiss. Hermione threaded her fingers in his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Now Severus,” she sighed.

“Now,” he nodded.

Slowly, he slid his cock into her wet folds. Inch by inch, taking his time so as to prolong the pleasure. The whole time, they kissed tenderly, his tongue mimicking his lower body. 

“Slow and long or fast and passionate?” he whispered. 

“Slow and long. Make this night last,” she answered.

Severus did as she asked. They laid before the fire for hours, drawing out their passion for one another. As the sun rose, Severus laid in their bed holding his wife securely in his arms, thinking of their future.

“I love you Hermione,” he said.

“Severus,” she sighed and moved closer to him.

T.B.C