The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 2-22-07

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Chapter Eleven


The Snapes


Hermione entered the morning room just as Lucius apparated in nearly the same spot. Lucius moved over to his seat, sat down with a murmured ‘Good Morning’, opened his Daily Prophet and disappeared behind it.


Hermione greeted Lucius and sat at her place, pouring herself some tea. She waited for her husband to surface from his paper, but the minutes lengthened and he continued to ignore her as though she weren’t there. Hermione was a sociable person and she didn’t appreciate being given the cold shoulder especially after a night full of torrid sex. How could Lucius spend the evening fucking her into next week, then dump her back into her bed and calmly ignore her the next day?


If she was making a physical connection to her husband, apparently she also had to have at least a social connection. Otherwise she’d really feel like she was doing business from a street corner. She began to feel as though she had only been useful for one thing and that thing didn’t belong at the breakfast table. After losing her appetite, Hermione finally got up from the table with a soft, ‘excuse me’ and ran from the room.


Lucius looked up from his paper, seeing her hasty exit. He knew he’d ignored her but he didn’t feel like talking at breakfast and he definitely didn’t want to hear she was mad at him for his domination. Obviously now she thought he owed her more than sex. Women! Hadn’t they spelled out what they were to each other? ‘Sex partners’. That didn’t include the pretense of friendly chats at the breakfast table. He couldn’t bear the social imitation of being close when he knew he was merely a good time - the ‘Golden Stud’ at her service. From now on he figured he’d have to eat breakfast in his study.


Hermione went back to her room and threw herself on the counterpane. She had been so sure she could be detached about sex with Lucius, wanting only what he wanted, no strings. She gave a few heartfelt sighs, and sat up. Crookshanks came over and settled down on the bed beside her, sensing her distress. Hermione ruminated over the scene at breakfast. It wasn’t his fault she needed to have more from him now that they’d been intimate. Was a female ever capable of sleeping with a gorgeous, virile male and not want more? Apparently she wasn’t. The problem was – how much more?


She didn’t want them to lose the sex because they had differing views on talking to each other outside the bedroom. Did he resent her that much about the money and the estate? It was true that he mostly only spoke to her in commands when they had sex. Maybe she could talk more in bed, asking him how he liked her touching this or that. That could work. She figured glumly that she was pretty much just a standard issue sex object so far.


The more she thought about it, the more Hermione began to perceive that Lucius’ behavior was inconsistent. First he accosted her demanding sex, then he acted like he was resigned or reluctant about providing it. He was forced to ask for it but paradoxically blamed her for having it with him – or maybe enjoying it with him was closer to the truth. Hermione started to see a glimmering of a personality that needed sex but didn’t want to need it.


She knew that he was extremely touchy about directing the sex because he was afraid she would control him there too. He’d said as much - not that she’d control everything he had, but control him absolutely. He’d been with countless women – what made her different? Hermione could answer her own question easily. She was his only choice currently. She had power over him in the one area where he was completely vulnerable.


She had dealt with him disastrously from Day One. Arthur had told him she hadn’t wanted to marry him, which hadn’t been exactly true – and he believed he’d be trapped on the estate with a woman who he’d assumed disliked him but who was the only female available. Trying to convince him now that he was suddenly irresistible would be like selling the Gringott’s gnomes on card keys for their vaults. Damn near impossible.


Hermione had well over a hundred years to live with this man. She needed a better relationship with him than was shaping up. She needed a plan for building a life with him better than the avoidance technique she’d used on him and that he was now using on her. Hermione sat down and mentally rolled up her sleeves.


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Ginny finished brushing out her hair as she looked in the mirror in their bedroom. Her husband was lying prone on the end of the bed idly watching the movements of her brush as her hair fell away from the bristles with each stroke. She smiled to herself, enjoying the view of Severus hypnotized by such a mundane activity, and the view of his naked, sleekly muscled body sprawled across the scarlet silk covers of the bed, his biceps bulging as he used his arms to hold up his head. She was still a little sore from their morning’s exercise, but she knew she’d hop right back in the sack again if he asked.


However, Ginny did want to ask her husband’s opinion, “Severus, there’s something going on with Hermione and Lucius. She acted odd at lunch and I know her well enough to feel something isn’t right. She maintained that her odd behavior was only because she and Lucius have decided to start a family. I don’t think that’s it, though.”


Severus sat up at Ginny’s comment, completely emptying her head of the concern she’d just voiced. He’d been hiding a renewed erection under himself while he watched her and Ginny looked at him quizzically, her eyebrows raised with an unspoken question.


“If you aren’t too sore, love.” Severus raised one black eyebrow back at her. He was sidetracked a bit by her news, though. “You said Lucius was willing to start a family with Hermione? Do you realize how revolutionary that is for Lucius? He would never say much about his marriage to Narcissa, but I knew it was bad from the beginning. Her family sold her to the Malfoys because Lucius was taken with her beauty. They profited and she got a young man who was hoping she would be able to give him all the emotion he’d been denied by his parents. It was a disaster from the get-go. She was as shallow as they come, being the pretty pet of her parents until they scented the Galleons and the prestige they could have for themselves and their daughter by her marriage to Lucius.


“I was never sure, but I think Lucius overwhelmed her with his – neediness and overprotectiveness - is the best way I can describe it. It was as though a small white mouse had been put in a cage with a hungry tiger. Lucius is overbearing and arrogant on his good days. He demanded all her attention and if she even looked at another man, he was livid. She was his and I suppose he thought she was going to provide everything he’d been deprived of in his life. He was very young, not even twenty, and desperate for someone to love, poor sod. I think he swamped her – she was very young too - and she couldn’t give him what he needed. His father couldn’t have picked a worse wife for Lucius.


“To tell you the truth, I’m very pleased Lucius has married Hermione. She’s an entirely different kind of female. Her backbone is made of steel to match his domineering ways. This family-starting plan is actually good news, if it’s true. Maybe I’ll visit him and get the information from him, too. I hope he won’t mess this marriage up, like he did his first. Well, that’s not true, completely. Narcissa certainly helped that debacle along also. Although, I still can’t understand why Hermione married him.”


Severus himself had met Lucius while both were at Hogwarts and both isolated in their own different ways from the other children. Severus had seen the fierce intelligence in the older boy, but Lucius had also recognized another child who met his own level of subtlety and raw brainpower.


At first Severus had been drawn to Lucius’ mental acuity in a clinical way, noting dispassionately that his fellow Slytherin was smart and used his perceptions skillfully on others, but as he got to know Lucius, Snape realized the handsome, wealthy young man was also driven by a cleverly hidden rage and Snape had decided to stay on the good side of that brewing volcano. The odd thing was that Lucius seemed to allow it, giving Snape pieces of himself he never shared with others. Snape was very aware they were still only pieces, but over the years the pieces had coalesced into nearly the whole and their friendship had turned true.


The newlywed husband shook himself free of the intrusive history of his friend and came back to the much more pleasant vision of his wife, “Now,” Severus purred in his low, rumbly voice that always ran right through Ginny straight to her womb, “if you’re entirely finished with your hair, why don’t you come over here so I can mess it up again, hmm?” Severus narrowed his dark eyes, sharing a secret half-smile with Ginny in the mirror. She slid off her boudoir stool and floated back over to the bed where she was caught in her husband’s impatient embrace.


Severus immediately pulled his wife under him, wrapping his fingers with her copper tresses and burying his face in his hands. “I do love your hair, Gin, it always smells like the flowers I bring you – and the bathroom after you’ve hogged it all day.”


Ginny laughed, “I don’t hog it all day, Severus, you rat. That is a complete hyperbole and totally unlike your annoying penchant for understatement. Have you been adding something to your tea?”


Severus smiled into her hair, inhaling once more before he lifted his eyes to hers, “Ginevra, to me you are a hyperbole – of all the tentative hopes I ever had for a wife. I’m still not sure exactly why you accepted me, but I’m not going to examine it too closely for fear this is all a dream and I’ll wake up in my old, decrepit house, in a cold bed alone.”


Ginny ran the fingers of her slim hand into her husband’s hair and held him as he was holding her, “How can you not know why I married you? Everyone around me was commiserating over Harry’s death, even months later, and they were all starting to affect me like fingernails on a chalkboard. I loved him but he was dead and I needed to have something happy in my life again, not the gloomy expressions everyone presented whenever I walked into a room.


“Then you came over to the Burrow to give my mum that potion for her dry skin – that stuff is a miracle, by the way – and you smiled at me. It was so unexpected coming from you that I was intrigued. Then two weeks later, Mum wanted more and I volunteered to get it.”


Ginny grinned lasciviously up at her spouse. “I don’t know why I jumped you like that. Oh, well, yes I do. I had a schoolgirl’s crush on you while I was at Hogwarts and it all just came surging back like it had been sleeping inside me all that time. You were trying so hard to be a gentleman even after I pulled your hair down and slammed my tongue down your throat. She giggled, “I guess you didn’t worry about it so much any more after I slid my hand over your crotch. That was some afternoon. But I didn’t like you wanting to brush it aside later, telling me you understood it was just a moment out of time and you didn’t expect a repeat.”


“I didn’t want you to feel as though you owed me anything. I thought I was just a diversion for your loneliness. You know that.” Severus nuzzled his face into her neck, suddenly biting the join of neck and shoulder, sending a shiver of ecstasy jolting through his lover.


Her shiver turned into a chuckle, “That’s exactly why it wasn’t a moment out of time, not from that first day. Your lovemaking is so deliciously ungentlemanly, so different from your restrained public person, and I discovered that day that I too was actually very unladylike in bed. I’ve been yours from our first time – who else would have me now that I’m a bona fide, award-winning slut in bed? I think we’re a perfect match and I’m so lucky to have found a mate who brings out the hidden harlot in me who I never knew existed.” She let his hair loose and pushed a hand between them, grabbing a handful of heavy testicles, squeezing and sliding them firmly against each other.


Now it was Snape’s turn to shiver, and he growled in mock anger, pulling back a little only to have Ginny’s other hand dive down and press a hard pinch on the tip of his cock, causing an involuntary lurch of his body over hers. He saw her smiling up at him and he smiled in return, but the smile was calculating, his black eyes narrowed in cagey contemplation and Ginny knew a reckoning for her reckless behavior was at hand. Severus slid his hands up over hers, twining their fingers, and pulling them above her head on the bed. When he lifted his hands from hers, she discovered she couldn’t pry them off the mattress.


“Severus, no fair,” she wheedled, pouting adorably, “I can’t touch you this way.”


”I think perhaps you’ve touched me enough for the moment. Now it’s my turn to touch you.” He slid his hands down her thighs and secured her ankles to the bed as well. She was truly caught in his snare now, and he feasted his eyes on her lovely body, memorizing each curve, each valley, the pale pink color of her skin as she wiggled helplessly on the bed. All she could move were her hips. Perfect, he thought.


“Oh, you think you’re so clever, Severus. Someday I’m going to learn how to pin you to the bed. Then we’ll see how you like it!” Ginny wriggled around some more, exciting her husband till his breathing became ragged with desire.


“I will welcome the advancement of your education with paralyzed limbs, I’m sure. Just please don’t accidentally paralyze the wrong parts, hmmm? But for today…” He slid up over her hips straddling her pelvis, then hiked himself a bit higher to her ribcage. He began kneading her soft, full breasts, thankful for the umpteenth time that for a small woman, she had such a bountiful bosom.


“Oh, no Severus. I’m not really sore, please, use that magnificent Slytherin snake of yours inside me. I’m absolutely dripping here.” Ginny bemoaned her fate, knowing Severus had detected a few slight twinges in her body from their earlier bout of lovemaking and was reluctant to hurt her further.


“Shhh, I can’t hurt you that way. Don’t ask.” He continued to shape her breasts to his touch, lightly sitting on her ribcage but not putting any pressure on her. Snape delivered two pinches to her nipples in the loveplay they both enjoyed, his retribution for her squeezes and pinch. Then he brought his staff between her soft, sweet breasts and pressed them firmly together making a tight, warm channel between her feminine treasures, wrapping them all around the sides of his swollen member. They both groaned at the feeling of Severus pushing into and then out of her makeshift sheath, Ginny bucking her hips up off the mattress trying to push him farther through her tits and Severus controlling his movements to suit himself. All too soon, he escalated his movements, sending his shaft into the hot cavern he’d made for himself faster and faster, squeezing her flesh tighter around his erection and twirling her hard little nipples with his fingers.


Ginny tried to reach the tip of his penis with her tongue whenever it sliced upward, and managed to lick him if he allowed it, which was less and less as he became unbearably aroused. “I want it, Severus, give it to me. Ah…ah… don’t… ah… spill -”


“I… I promise,” Snape panted, his lunges becoming forceful and shorter as he concentrated her human tunnel over his glans. “Oh, Gods! I’m done! Shite!” He pulled his cock from Ginny’s breasts and offered it to her lips, snapping his fingers to remove the spell pinning her.


Ginny immediately reached up and squeezed his cock, propelling it into her mouth, sucking on it for all she was worth as her husband shuddered in his orgasm emptying his sac of cum into her moist, wanton mouth.


He shivered all over like a birddog coming out of the water, then he dropped limply into her waiting arms. “Tonight… your turn again,” Snape vowed, as his wife gently kissed his cheek and covered them both with a blanket. He was asleep before she’d finished tucking him in.


Ginny murmured, “I’m definitely practicing my paralyzing spell so just you watch out, my love.” She closed her eyes and nodded off tucked against her mate.


Neither of the Snapes thought of the Malfoys for the rest of the morning.

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So - Lucius and Hermione still haven't quite managed to find any common ground outside the bedroom. Hmmm, and not really there either, yet.

But the Snapes have each found their perfect match - and they're busy setting fire to their sheets. Well, that's newlyweds for you.


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