Luna and Lucius

The next few chapter will be some Severus, Hermione interaction with a little smut thrown in just for fun. I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to review.

Severus lay in bed, his back propped against the head board, the sheet pulled up to his waist. He glanced up from the Potions Journal he was reading, listening carefully to the noises coming from the sitting room. The sound of a thump followed by a loudly cursed "Shit" told him his wife was back from her shopping excursion. He sat the magazine aside and folded his arms across his bare chest, his eyes trained on the bedroom door. He stifled a laugh as Hermione stumbled through the bedroom door, her hair a mess and her arms laden with shopping bags.

"Whose bloody brilliant idea was it for me to take those two lunatics shopping in muggle Paris?" She demanded, dropping the shopping bags on the floor as she stumbled towards the bed. Severus could detect a slight "slurring" to her words.

"If I remember correctly, it was your idea."

"Well you should have talked me out of it." Hermione said, climbing up the bed and kissing him gently on the lips. "Are you naked under here?" She asked, tugging playfully at the sheet.

"Yes." He said, pushing her hand away. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe just a little." She held her thumb and index a small distance apart. "Don't look at me like that." She rolled off the bed and began to remove her blouse, her fingers fumbling at the buttons. "You'd be drunk too if you'd just been though what I've been through."

"So the shopping wasn't successful?" His eyes drank in the sight of his beautiful young bride casually stripping in front of him. He was still amazed by the fact that she belonged to him. Her naked body there to look at, to touch whenever he wanted.

"Oh. We got everything we needed." She said tossing her blouse across the room and reaching back to unhook her bra. "You should see Luna's dress. It's amazing, absolutely perfect." She removed her bra, dropping it to the floor.

"So what went wrong?

"I need to use the loo." She said heading towards the bathroom. "Gimme a second."

Severus lay back in the bed and listened to the sounds in the bathroom. He could hear her washing her face and cleaning her teeth. He smiled to himself as she wandered naked from the bathroom and crawled onto the bed. Running her fingers through his hair, she kissed him passionately on the lips. "Hello Husband. I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Wife. Now tell me about Luna's dress. What does it look like?"

"I can't tell you that!" She pulled away from him looking shocked. "It's bad luck."

"Hermione." He said slowly, a small smiling playing across his lips. Reaching out, he ran the side of his index finger down her breast, stopping to lightly rub her nipple. "I am not the groom. It's only bad luck if the groom knows what the wedding dress looks like."

Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure?"

"I'm quite sure." He chuckled, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Well okay." She said, tracing her finger down his bare chest. "If you're sure. We found it in the cutest little boutique in the Couture district. And it's perfect. It was designed by Cymbeline*. It's strapless, white silk, with asymmetrical ruffles crossing all the way down the gown. It's so Luna."

"That sounds like Luna. And the bridesmaids dresses?"

"They are also strapless. Emerald green, very simple and elegant with a small gather on the bodice." She looked up at him and smiled shyly as he wrapped his large hand around her breast. "Just between the breasts."

"They sound lovely. I'm sure that set Lucius back a pretty penny. So what exactly went wrong?"

"Well." Hermiones huffed. "Let me tell you."