Room of Requirement

a/n- this chapteatueatures a vibrator. if you\'re scared of them, please don\'t read on. i just wanted to add a few tricks up sevvie\'s sleeve, not meaning to be too naughty. sorryi ofi offended anyone!

The Halloween feast passed without incident, Severus and Hermione sharing one discreet slow dance. As many teachers had danced with students, they didn’t attract much attention. But rumors of their relationship spread slowly over Hogwarts.

Between wedding arrangements and trying to stay awake long enough to finish her homework, Hermione had scant time to notice. She’d taken to just visiting Severus in hedroedroom, as they didn’t run the risk of meeting people in the hallways. Exhaustion hit her full force, and, although she was usually fine in the morning. She was hit with a wave of nausea daily around noon. She seemed to be suffering more violent attacks of queasiness, which could be expected when carrying multiples. She also seemed to have developed an insatiable appetite, in many regards. Although she kept the news of her pregnancy from her friends- she’d decided to break the news after the wedding- even they noticed that she was ravenous almost all the time.

Her physical demands on Severus also increased dramatically. He mused over this, languidly, as they made frenetic love in a dark, tiny broom closet by the Astronomy Tower. As he clutched her bare bottom, pushing her up against the wall, she tangled her legs around his hips. She’d been much easier to pleasure in the past few weeks, and she came twice before he did, suppressing a loud cry, muffling himself by biting her clothed shoulder.

She kissed him deeply, tangling her fingers in his silky, soft locks. “Let’s go get a snack, I’m famished,” she said, leading him out of the closet and down the hall. He’d begun to re-think his pledge of never having to worry about finances- not if she continued to eat like this, he chuckled silently to himself. He honestly didn’t know where she put it all. Despite a very slight swelling, detectable only to him when she was naked, there were practically no visible signs she was with child. There was the small- well, not exac mat matter of her breasts. They seemed to answer the question of where she was “putting it all”, he thought appreciatively. Although they were perfect before, they were even more so now, if that was possible. They were very round, very full, and very, very firm and sensitive. He led her back to his quarters and conjured some sandwiches. Between keeping his young fiancee fed and shagged, he was finding it hard to grade his papers. But, he thought again, he was not complaining. He was definately, not complaining.


The month of November passed with remarkable speed. Severus and Hermione planned a weekend away from Hogwarts to talk with the Grangers. They ended up apparating back late Friday evening, dodging a flying electric teakettle as they left. Hermione’s parents were not pleased with her, although they did agree to attend the wedding.

December was upon them, and Hermione and Ginny began to look for their dresses. Hermione’s figure had begun to change more drastically, and she had a definite fullness to her abdomen that would still not be visible if she had been carrying only one baby. She settled on gorgeous, full-skirted, flare sleeved robes in ivory and the palest gold, with a bodice that showcased her newly enhanced “assets.” Ginny selected robes of the palest green and gold, in a similar style.

Afterwards, she went to visit Severus in his quarters. He always secretly loved it when she wore muggle clothes. Although they were strange, unfamiliar, and quite risque to him, he could tell that in that world, she was very chic. She wore dark, very tight Miss Sixty jeans that rode sexily low on her hips. Her tummy rounded ever so slightly over the waistband. Her black t-shirt was fitted, henley style, but short enough that if flashed about an inch of skin by her waistband.

She placed several bags from a haughty lingerie shop on the desk. “I’ve got my dress- have you got your suit?”

“Yes, but don’t ask me any more about it, it’s a surprise.” As she tried to work out any possible way a man’s suit could be a surprise, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into his kiss as he moved his hands downward, unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her legs as she stepped out of them. There was no need for foreplay now, there hadn’t been for a w. H. He nudged her thighs apart with one hand while positioning himself at her entrance, as she pushed back against him eagerly.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk. He pushed forward, tearing through her. From this angle, he pierced her even more deeply, and she eagerly ground her hips against him, groaning loudly, not fully in control of the sounds coming from her. Grabbing her hips, he pounded into her in a forceful, angry way. Hermione bit her lip, gratified he was finally showing a sliver of a less than tender side- she’d always suspected he’d fancy a bit of rough shagging.

“Harder!” she said huskily, and he obliged, increasing his speed as well. “Oh... oh, Severus...” he kept at her, thrusting deeply, rapidly, and forcefully, and came, withdrawing at the absolute last second and spurting the hot, viscous liquid on her back, chuckling softly.

“Liked that, did you?” he asked, and then scourgified her. “Undressss Gss Granger,” he ordered, quite pleased with the half confused, half lustful look she sported. They seemed to be playing some sort of game, and although she was unsure of what it was, he definitely was holding the cards.

She obeyed. “Somnabulus metatablus!” The desk became a large, wrought iron, four poster bed. “Sit down.” He gestured and she scurried over to the bed. He swished and flicked, and her eyes were covered with a blindfold. Severus quietly whispered an incantation, and she was bound, hand and foot, to the bed’s posters.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you, Miss Granger? You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes... Professor...” she purred throatily, and licked her lips.

He began to tease, her ever so slightly. A fluttery sensation drifted over her breasts, down the delicate swell of her belly, and began to tickle her clit. She giggled and moaned. He did it again, and he laughed harder. Suddenly, a twinge of soft pain came, as he nibbled her left nipple.

“Ouch!” she said, through a giggle.

“So sorry, Miss Granger. Shall we continue?” He tickled her again with the feather, this time for about twice as long. Just when she began to relax, a sharp heat smarted on her skin, as something ever so slightly too hot dripped over her nipples.

“What was that?” she asked, alternately nervous and thrilled. What had she gotten herself into?

“Oh...” he muttered lazily, “that would be telling.” Her belly tightened, as a freezing sensation slid over her. Ice cubes... he traced her nipples, and down, briefly torturing her poor clitoris before deciding to reward her.

He alternated the differing sensations for what felt like hours. “I think I’ve punished you enough. Time for your reward.” She heard a loud buzzing noise, and rapidly he dove for her, licking at her entrance, up towards her clitoris and back down, dashing his tongue in and out before settling back at her most sensitive area. He sucked roughly, making her yelp, and suddenly, she was filled with something huge and buzzing.

“Severus, what *is* that?” she asked breathily. His muffled reply was unheard, though, as she came almost instantly. He didn’t stop, and she came again, twice in succession. He withdrew the loud buzzing thing, and silenced it. She lay back, exhausted, and he crawled up beside her, releasing her bonds, and cuddling her close.

“I love you, Hermione,” Severus whispered, and it barely registered as she drifted off to sleep, smiling.