All I Want For Christmas

Disclaimer:: I don't own any of this, JKR has all claims to Harry Potter and it's characters, and I am unfortunately not getting paid; not that I write well enough to receive money for this story or any others I happen to write.
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Snape was sitting between a bug-eyed minister, a pissed-off mother, and his beloved friend. Dumbledore. Would this be the last time he would see him? He wondered for a moment if perhaps he would ever see anyone face-to-face anymore, or was it all behind bars from here on out? He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to fight back the pain growing as Molly and Cornelius continued to shriek. He glared up at Mrs. Weasley. “Woman, I do not see the point in your relentless bickering!” He barked, the room falling quiet. “We are all sitting in one room, with no noise but that of you two squawking. Now, if you please!” Severus received a disapproving, yet amused glance from Albus; it wasn’t returned.
“Severus,” Fudge said, a strange hunger in his eyes. “It seems that after all your years of never getting caught, your time has come.”
“Has it? I hadn’t realized I did anything wrong, minister. I believe there is no law against self-defense.” Snape felt shivers as he realized how scared he really was.
“You’ve always had it in for my son, Severus! You never have liked my family!”
“On the contrary, Mrs. Weasley, I have only ever been fair to your son; to your family. I’ve had plenty of chances to expel each and every one of your children.”
Molly went off with another bout of shrieking. Severus hoped his head would finally explode as her screaming became more and more high-pitched. “Oh, so many problems would be solved,” he muttered to himself.
“What? Are you making fun of me now!?”
“Molly, if you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Albus finally spoke up, looking at the small group. Snape looked to him thankfully and slid down into his chair. He couldn’t believe only an hour ago he had been standing at the alter and living the most amazing time of his life and now…he closed his eyes, fighting back tears at the thought of Hermione.
“Listen, Snape, you and me both know…”
“You and I,” Snape corrected, holding back a smirk.
Fudge frowned, “You and I both know that he wouldn’t have attacked you had he not felt compelled to do so in the first place. Had you left his girlfriend alone….”
“You don’t know the whole story!” Severus defended himself quickly, knowing he sounded guilty.
“No? Then tell me.” Cornelius’s eyes flashed victoriously as he stared at Snape. Severus looked over at Dumbledore and then back to the minister.
“He doesn’t have an answer! He’s lying, he hates my family.”
“Molly, you really should calm down,” entered a new voice. Arthur Weasley strode towards them, closely followed by Tadigan and Harry.
“Arthur! How can you say that? You saw what he did to Ronnie!”
“Yes, and he’s going to be fine.” Molly puffed up angrily. “I’ve learned some interesting news from Harry and Mr. Granger.”
“Oh? What kind of news?” Fudge asked the question on everyone’s mind.
“Well, it is quite a long story, but from what I gather, Ron got what he deserved.”
“Arthur!!” Mrs. Weasley flopped down into a chair, her tears renewed.
“It’s true, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry spoke up. “Hermione came to me about how forceful Ron was becoming.”
“He would never do anything to hurt her!”
“Are you saying that it was a freak accident that Hermione was hurt tonight and lost our child?” Snape ground out angrily, gritting his teeth.
“That was your fault,” Molly growled. Arthur rolled his eyes and looked to the minister.
“Sir, I’m not pressing any kind of charges and neither is my wife.” He then looked down at Snape in his chair looking rather pitiful. “Congratulations, Severus. I hope you and Hermione are happy.”
Severus nodded, chewing slightly on his cheek, “thank you.” Arthur nodded and dragged Molly from her seat. They left quietly, Tadigan taking Molly’s seat.
“Surely you do not approve of this marriage, Mr. Granger; your daughter getting married to this man. Do you know what he is?”
“Yes, I do.” Snape felt his stomach twist anxiously. “He is the man that saved my and my daughter’s life. I owe him very much.” Severus thought for a moment that he didn’t understand Tadigan’s thick Irish accent, but knew he had heard right as Hermione’s father patted his hand gently.
“But in his past…!”
“I will not hold his past against him, Mr. Fudge. Shady pasts shape men into who they are. There is nothing more can be said for them.” Mr. Granger sighed and stood looking around the room. “Now then, if you would excuse me, I’m going to go say good night to my daughter and go to bed.” He nodded to the four and left quietly.
“It seems that all is well, Cornelius. Anything else before you leave?” Albus gave him a polite smile.
He shook his head as his eye began to twitch slightly. “No, Dumbledore, I believe that is all. Thank you for your time.” He tipped his hat and was on his way.
“I think I’ll be going as well, Albus. It has been a tiring day and I have a feeling that tomorrow will be nearly as tiresome.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Planning on seeing Mrs. Snape before you head off to bed?”
Severus felt a smile tug at his lips. “I had hoped to, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to. Pomfrey is crazy strict with those hours of hers.”
“Oh, yeah!” Harry said suddenly, “she said that if you wanted to see her, just drag me along.” Harry blushed for a moment. “To stop you two from getting…fresh.”
Snape looked offended as Dumbledore tried to hide his giggling. “Well, Severus, I suppose if you want to see her, you had better head off now. It is already far past Mr. Potter’s curfew.”
Snape nodded and was almost to the door when he turned back to look at the headmaster, “thank you, sir.” Dumbledore nodded and smiled as the two younger men left his office.

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“So what is this, are you my new keeper?” Severus said softly as they walked through the halls. Harry shrugged, looking up at the man. “Not talking to me now?”
“I don’t know. It’s just weird. For the longest time I was sure that you hated my guts….”
“I did.” Snape said simply. He received a strange look from the young man.
“What changed?”
“I want Hermione to be happy. If it takes being civil with you, Mr. Potter, then so be it.”
“You really do love her, don’t you.”
“More than you’ll ever know.” Severus stopped beside the door and sighed. “Here goes.”
“Are you really that nervous?” Harry raised a brow.
Snape let out a soft chuckle. “Terribly. Though…you should have seen me earlier, I was pathetic.” He said, letting himself into the infirmary. Harry followed, staying beside the door. Snape peaked through the curtains and saw his wife propped up with a book in hand. “Now where did you get that?” He asked quietly, making his way to the side of her bed.
Hermione looked up at him and sat the book on her bedside table, a sad smile on her bruised cheek. Her lip looked to be healed. “Father thought I might like it.”
“Kind man, your father. I believe he saved my life tonight.” Severus took her hand gently.
“He told me what happened,” she said softly. “Is it over? Can we be together now?”
“Yes, but I believe it would be wise to keep it a secret among friends a little longer.” There was suddenly a scream further down the row of beds. Snape stood, looking slightly upset. “What was that?” He looked back at Hermione.
“Ron.” Snape gave her an incredulous look. “He’s been getting regular shots all night to keep him calm.”
“Do you ever think it was a mistake being with me, Hermione? Do you ever wish it would have been Ronald?”
Hermione made to get up and Snape moved back by her and held her down. He shook his head and sat on the side of her bed. “How can you ask that?”
“I…I was so afraid that you would say no tonight.”
“Never. I would do it all over again, Severus.” He smiled and leaned to kiss her cheek. She pulled him to her lips and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she muttered against his lips.
He pulled away from her and she saw the tears high on his cheeks. “I love you, too, Mrs. Snape.” The Potions professor took her hand and kissed it softly. Looking into her chocolate eyes, “so, do you know when you are getting out of here?”
“Madame Pomfrey didn’t say,” Hermione sighed. “Do you think she would be angry if I just left?” She asked, a sad smile in place.
“I hope not…”Snape muttered as he stood and made his way from the curtained area. He returned with Hermione’s dress. “Here, put this on.”
“I don’t kno…”
“Hermione…”
“Severus, you will put those clothes right where you found them!” Pomfrey must have an alarm on her office.
“Madame, please, Hermione needs to be in her own bed,” Snape tried to reason.
“Oh? And who will be caring for her?” The medi-witch’s hands went to her hips and she looked nearly livid.
“You know I have complete ability to take care of her.” Pomfrey was about to object again and Snape quickly added. “I’ll call you if there are any problems. I swear. Just…let her sleep in our room.”
The older woman sighed and looked over the couple. Snape in a defensive stance as Hermione held the sheets to her chin. Rolling her eyes, Pomfrey gave in, “okay, but if there are ANY problems you must call me. I’m worried about her still.”
“Thank you, Poppy.” Snape nodded to her and turned back to lean toward his wife. “Would you like me to wait outside the curtains?”
“What kind of question is that?” Hermione laughed and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Snape couldn’t help but laugh and pulled away from her with a sigh, a handsome smile on his face. Pomfrey looked on at them for a moment before turning from the area. “Besides, you can help me,” Hermione smiled.
A little while later, after Snape had escorted Harry back to his dormitory, the Potions master lifted his bride over the threshold of their room and carried her to the bed. “Some of your belongings were sent up before the ceremony. I’ll just get your gown.” Hermione made to complain that she didn’t want to sleep, but he was gone from the room so quickly that she decided that it could wait. He came back a moment later with a deep red, silk gown. Snape smiled as his wife’s eyes grew wide. “Do you like it?”
“Yes! Its beautiful.” She gave him a brilliant smile. “Where did you get it?”
“For me to know,” he smirked. He handed the nightgown to her and watched as the fabric slid through her fingers. She quickly removed her dress and pulled her arms from the long sleeves. Severus watched as Hermione revealed her luscious breasts, before they were covered once more with the red silk. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. She merely rolled her eyes before standing from the bed. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I was under the impression that I was getting ready for bed?” She raised a brow. “I wanted to brush my teeth.”
He nodded, “I’m sorry to be grouchy; I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I know, sweetie,” she said, patting his arm as she passed him.

Severus, feeling tired from all the excitement, just muttered a cleaning spell and felt his body freshen. He took off his clothes and crawled under the crisp sheets. Closing his eyes, he barely acknowledged the dipping in the bed as Hermione joined him, but was suddenly wide awake as he felt the familiar weight rest over him.
“I thought we were going to sleep?” Snape blinked up at her, allowing his eyes to focus.
“Well, what kind of wedding night would that be?” Hermione smiled.
Snape frowned, “now, madam. I was told to take care of you and I plan on doing so.” The young woman planted a firm kiss on her husband’s lips.
“That is exactly what I am doing; making you take care of me.”
“Surely, not in your condition…”
“I’m fine, Severus. I just want you.” He looked up at her skeptically. “Please.” She again made to kiss him. He met her halfway and felt all the excitement he had felt before the wedding flow through his veins.
“Are you sure?” He panted, pulling away from her kiss.
“God, yes!” she moaned as she felt his erection beneath her. He rolled her to her back and stared into her eyes as he trailed his hand down her body. He stopped for a moment where her underwear should have been and continued to find none. Snape watched her face as he ran a finger over her clitoris, loving every gasp and jerk that came from her. He dipped his finger into her soft, warmth and felt her wetness flow over it. “Oh, Severus!” Hermione said loudly as Snape reached within her with total familiarity with her body. Lowering his mouth, he slipped his tongue next to his finger and spread her fluids over her clit.
The Potions professor’s other hand shot up to Hermione’s breast and teased at it meaningfully. She was writhing beneath him; Severus could feel the muscles in Hermione’s cunt convulsing around his finger. He slipped another finger into her and continued massaging deep within her as he went on sucking at her clit. He could feel the muscle nearly hold his fingers still as she came hard, her head thrown back, and her eyes squeezed tight. He began paying full attention to her pussy and felt as wave after wave took over her; she holding her breath as it continued. He stopped and left her lying beneath him, panting to catch her breath. He raised to meet her lips and kissed them softly. “Are you okay?” She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. She fought open her eyes and looked up at him. “Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t get a spoken answer, but was met with a fierce kiss. He could feel her slowly wrapping her legs around his waist and moaned as her wet warmth exuded over his cock.
“Fuck me, Severus,” Hermione moaned softly in his ear.
Snape positioned himself over her; resting on his elbows he glided into her with another moan. He started off slowly, scared he was still going to hurt her with the added weight of his body, but that thought was soon lost on him as she began countering his movements. She was obviously not hurting, not physically anyway. They began building speed and picking up a rhythm. That rhythm, the only thing keeping them from floating right off the bed. Their bodies seemed to be melting together, forming a bond. Snape leaned down to her and kissed her passionately; feeling as though their lips had become one in that simple movement. “Amazing,” Severus panted as he continued their rhythm, feeling her convulsing once more; his own climax not far away. He began thrusting harder and faster yet. Hermione’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him as close as possible, shaking terribly as she began to climax. As she once again threw her head back, she screamed her ecstasy. The feeling of her tightness drew Snape with her and they came hard. They stayed together for a moment, neither of them wanting the wonderful effects of their sex to leave them. Snape bit his lip as he raised himself from within her, leaving her to pant and writhe still. Severus pulled her against him, their slick bodies still seeming to melt together. As he ran his hands through her hair, he could feel her relaxing into a much needed sleep; also realizing that things would be different. They wouldn’t have to be so nervous about the school finding out, about her parents. They were Mr. and Mrs. Snape. He kissed her on the cheek, letting his arm settle across her stomach before falling asleep with his wife.