Marriage Law

AN: I’d really like to thank JKR and Lynn Kurland for waking up my urge
to write







AN: I’d really like to thank JKR and Lynn Kurland for waking
up my urge to write. JKR for her universe and Lynn Kurland for teaching me best
things come to those to wait and no one believes in perfect sex.

If you have not read Kurland, I
suggest you read All I Ask of You. In my opinion it was the first, best, and
only published SS/HG fanfic. The names have been changed to protect the not-so
innocent. (Plus it was written before HP, but who’s keeping track? It’s
brilliant.)

 

Marriage Law Chapter 12

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Severus closed the door to his room and looked at the bulge
in his trousers.

 

“Who asked your opinion?” he snarled at the offending bulge.
The image of Hermione looking so annoyed at him swam in his vision.

 

Severus put handhand on the front of his trousers to try and
push his problem away. A wave of pleasure surged through him. He closed his
eyes and leaned back against the door for a moment before he realized what he
was doing.

 

“Oh, bloodll!”ll!” he exclaimed as he unbuckled his trousers
quickly and made for the bed. At least he could get this over quickly.

 

***

 

“If you smack it on the heau miu might get pumpkin juice,”
Harry suggested, snickering as Hermione and Ron examined the stone frog
crouched by the sink in Hermiones bathroom.

 

“Don’t be stupid, Harry,” Ron muttered as he poked the frog
with his wand. It burped bubbles at him.

 

“Well that was interesting,” Hermione remarked as she
reached her wand out to pop a bubble floating by her. “So there’s a way to
integrate soap in the water. I wonder how to trigger it?”

 

“No idea,” said Ron shrugging. His face suddenly brightened.
“I have a great idea!”

 

“What?” asked Harry who was examining the ivy growing around
Hermiones bathing pool.

 

“Let’s get Colin!” Ron said as if everyone else in the room
was stupid.

 

“Creevy?” Hermione asked, confused.

 

“We need his camera!” Ron said doing a little dance.
Hermione wished she knew what he was so excited about.

 

“His pictures move,” Ron began patiently.

 

“So small things will reveal themselves,” Hermione finished
softly. “Brilliant, Ron.”

 

“Thank you,” he said taking a deep bow.

 

***

 

Severus left his rooms in a far more relaxed state to find
Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Colin Creevy entering his rooms. Colin was carrying
the camera bag the Gryffindors finally talked him into, rather than carrying
his camera everywhere. Severus said nothing but gave Hermione an odd look.

 

As the boys entered Hermiones quarters she stayed back to
explain to Severus what they were doing. He hoped he didn’t look or smell odd. He
prayed his cheeks didn’t turn pink.

 

“Well,” Severus started slowly. “If the Ministry asks
anyone, we have a valid marriage.”

 

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

 

“What other Slytherin Head of House would let a pack of
Gryffindors trot through his private quarters as they pleased?” Severus quirked
a corner of his mouth, although he looked as if he was trying to fight it.

 

Hermione raised her hand to her mouth in embarrassment.

 

“I am so sorry,” she said. “I thought it would make a nice
afternoon project and kind of got carried away.”

 

“Who would have ever guessed you would become involved in a
project and get carried away?” said Severus sarcastically.

 

“I’m sorry,” she said again, quieter.

 

“Hermione,” Severus said. “That was my idea of a joke. I’m
sorry if I misled you to think otherwise.”

 

Hermione smiled at him slightly.

 

“I can’t believe you never explored in there,” said
Hermione.

 

“I did,” Snape admitted. “I believe it was quickly apparent
how abysmal I am when dealing with charms. I never thought of a camera. It was
a clever idea.”

 

“It was Ron’s idea,” said Hermione.

 

Severus said nothing, but nodded, one eyebrow cocked.

 

“I would like to see your results,” Severus said,
interested.

 

“We’ll let you know,” said Hermione.

 

***

 

Colin ran down the rows of wooden tables to Hermione, Ron,
and Harry in the Great Hall a few weeks later. A large brown envelope waved in
his hands.

 

“Did you get the film developed?” asked Hermione, making
room for him near her.

 

“Just finished,” said Colin, smiling and opening the
envelope.

 

“Is that those pictures you’ve been waiting for?” Seamus
asked, nodding at the envelope.

 

“Yea,” said Ron, reaching for a picture.

 

“Wow,” said Harry looking over Rons shoulder. The picture
was a close up of the frog faucet. Bubbles rose out of its mouth. Occasionally
one of its feet rose to scratch the side of its head.

 

“What do you think that means?” Harry asked.

 

“Don’t know,” said Ron. “But at least it gives us an idea.”

 

Hermione was looking at a picture of her bed when she
started slightly.

 

“What?” Ginny Weasley asked. Her brother and his friends
were still staring at the frog, speculating how it could work.

 

Hermione quietly slipped the picture to Ginny, who began
giggling quietly.

 

“I wouldn’t let Ron see that,” Ginny said. The ivy on
Hermiones bed seemed to unwind and trail over the bed from four corners. The
girls could only come to the conclusion that they were some type of restraints.
“Not sure I’d let Snape see it either.”

 

Hermione laughed and reached for the other pictures unless
there was anything else sensitive showing.

 

“Hey,” protested Ron as Hermione took the picture from him.

 

“We have Charms next,” Hermione said. “Lunch is almost over.
We can go over these later.”

 

“Alright,” Ron said reluctantly.

 

***

 

Severus walked down the stone corridor to his rooms.
Hermione had classes the rest of the afternoon and he had scrolls from the
fourth years to grade. It was a never ending cycle of homework, grading and
experiments.

 

The air was crisp and he imagines someone had opened all the
windows to air out the dungeons. It tended to get a bit musty when it rained
and it had been drizzling for a few days.

 

Severus stopped in front of the stone fish and walked into
his chambers. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and breathed in
the fresh air coming in his windows. Fresh flowers grew out of a pot on his
coffee table. That house elf really was fond of the girl. There were new
flowerboxes outside his personal rooms and the window in the receiving room.
Long tendrils of silver and green ivy snaked out of them. He would remember to
thank the elf later for his consideration.

 

Severus walked over to the open window in his receiving room
and took in a deep breath of fresh air. He could smell the vapor rising from
the lake in the warm weather. The scrolls could wait. Today was a perfect day
to take in a little recreation.

 

***

 

Hermione decided to go to her quarters to do a little
reading before dinner. The library was her normal choice, but her new books
were waiting for her in the bookshelf Dobby had installed near her bed.

 

“Should we bring you something later?” Ron had teased,
knowing she would never get to the Great Hall if she stuck her nose in a book.

 

“I’m near the kitchens now,” Hermione reminded him. “I’ll
grab a bite later.” The boys had waved good-bye to her and she began her decent
to her chambers.

 

Hermione opened her quarters to find light spilling in
through all the windows, including through the doorway to her room, which was
open; and the door to Severus’ rooms which was also open.

 

Hermione drew her wand and went to Severus’ door first. She
peered into his room to see a large black canopied bed. There was a small table
near the bed with an oil lamp on it. A wooden chest with a lock lay at the foot
of the bed. The walls were lined with books and a window let in light from one
wall. The wall across from it had two doors. Hermione guessed they were for his
closet and bathroom. She decided not to peer into those yet, but uttered an
incantation that locked them from the outside. She didn’t want any unpleasant
surprises if this was an ambush.

 

Hermione approached her rooms warily. As she began to walk
into them she met Crookshanks who meowed loudly.

 

“Hello?” she heard Severus call out.

 

“Oh, hello,” called out Hermione feeling a bit silly. “Be
right in.” She hastily ran back and unlocked the doors in Severus’ rooms before
he thought she was crazy. She would have to make a good impression if she
wanted to be a part of the Order.

 

Hermione entered her rooms to find Severus perched on the
oversized ledge outside her window. She threw her book bag on an overstuffed
chair in a corner.

 

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, slightly worried. As
she walked over to him realization dawned on her and she rolled her eyes at the
ceiling.

 

“Fishing,” said Severus, snapping his line out over the
water. Hermione peered over the edge of the ledge and saw a decorative
gargoyle. Hidden behind the gargoyles impressive mane there were footrests.
“There’s room for another if you’d care to join me.”

 

“I think I’ll pass,” said Hermione turning slightly green as
she looked down several hundred feet to the water. The line and reel Snape was
using was obviously enchanted. “Thanks anyway.”

 

“Suit yourself,” Severus sniffed. He felt a tug on his line
and focused his attention on it.

 

Hermione turned to see Dobby entering her rooms with various
containers.

 

“Will Madame want her dinner in here?” Dobby asked.

 

“Um,” said Hermione a little off balance. She waved her wand
at the small table she had eaten breakfast with her father-in-law and made it
bigger. “Yes, thank you.”

 

Hermione watched as Dobby unpacked rice, seaweed, sesame
seeds and several small trays. He lifted the lid off a small bowl of crab and
began chopping.

 

“What are we having?” Hermione asked curiously.

 

“Sushi, if I can catch it,” Severus said from the window,
struggling with his line.

 

“There’s no tuna in this lake,” Hermione said, thinking
about the time her cousin Wendell has treated her to sushi in London.

 

“There is if Dumbledore decides there will be,” said Severus
with a smirk. He wrestled a large fish into her quarters.

 

Dobby began chanting under his breath and the fish rose in
the air. As Hermione watched, the fish was cleaned, cut, prepared, and chilled
before it reached the table. The scraps just seemed to vanish in thin air. It
fell as thin slices on cold rice dobby had packed into small squares.

 

“This is wonderful,” said Herm. “T. “Thank you.”

 

“Thank you for letting me break into your quarters to
provide us dinner,” said Severus with a curt nod.

 

“Like I really had a choice,” said Hermione sarcastically,
although Severus saw she was smiling and allowed himself a small smirk in her
direction.

 

Hermione watched as Dobby chopped vegetables, seafood and
different wraps to prepare her dinner. The result was anbownbow of food, set
neatly on trays across the table. There were additional trays for pickled
ginger, wasabi and soy sauce and chopsticks for the diners. Dobby cleared away
his containers and left the room.

 

“I got the pictures from Colin,” Hermione said walking over
to her bag and fishing out the large brown envelope.

 

“Excellent,” said Snape, sitting down and putting his napkin
in his lap. He reached for the pictures. He looked them over as he reached out
with his chopsticks and filled his plate.

 

Hermione watched as Severus’ eyes scanned the multiple pictures.
He stopped at one and his eyes widened.

 

“What?” asked Hermione praying it wasn’t the bed.

 

“Has your mirror ever spoken to you?” asked Severus, running
his finger over the picture.

 

“In the bathroom? Hermione asked, confused.

 

“Yes,” said Severus. “An incredible item, indeed.”

 

Hermione red hed her hand out to take the picture from him.

 

In the background of a close up of her towel rack, a
pleasant looking witch winked at her from her mirror.