Marriage Law

AN: Sorry Raven, Helga is here to stay








AN: Sorry Raven, Helga is here to stay. No porn yet. I’d
keep checking back though, I can’t write a story without some smut.

 

Droxy: Thanks! I wondered if the ghost argument was dumb,
but kept it anyway. The mercury mirror idea came from the book Phantom by Susan
Kay. It’s an incredible novel based of Phantom of the Opera. Eric is Snape in a
mask during his Deatheater days. Yum.

 

Maven: Would you believe I wrote that accidentally and
nearly ruined my computer with Kool-Aid while proof-reading? Decided to keep it
though :)

 

Everyone else: Thank you for the reviews. I’m glad so many
people are enjoying this!

 

Marriage Law Chapter 14

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Hermione lay on her back, staring at the underside of her
canopy. The moon light streamed in her window and filled the room with pale
blue light.

 

Hermione couldn’t help but think how romantic it was. This
was quickly followed with the realization that the trifle went straight to her
head. She giggled to herself in the dark.

 

As she fell asleep she wondered what it would be like if he
kissed her again.

 

***

 

“Best of luck to you, my dear,” said Professor Flitwick to
Hermione as he shook her hand heartily.

 

Graduation day had crept up on them. Hermione smiled at her
tiny professor before giving him a hug. When they broke apart Flitwick burst
into tears.

 

“There, there,” said Professor Hooch, turning to pat him on
the back.

 

“They grow up so fast,” Flitwick said to no one in
particular as he wiped his face with a large blue handkerchief. A Ravenclaw
girl gave him a hug and he bawled harder.

 

“Wouldn’t quite be the same if Flitwick didn’t get the
vapors at least once during the ceremony,” Snape remarked to Hermione as she
took her place beside him at the end of the row of teachers.

 

“He does this every year?” said Hermione, ging.ing.

 

“Yup,” said Severus, opening his program. “There’s just the
closing speech and the end-of-year feast left.”

 

“What’s the rush?” Hermione asked.

 

“Order initiations tonight,” Severus said simply. “You, Ron,
Harry and Neville will be inducted into the Order of the Phoenix.”

 

“What!” Hermione squeaked. “So soon? It’s that easy?”

 

“We decided we’d better act soon or you might be up to real
mischief,” Severus said, trying not to snicker.

 

“Thank you for your faith,” said Hermione dryly.

 

***

 

A thunderclap sounded over 12
Grimmauld Place and Hermione, Harry, Ron and
Neville watched as parchments with their names written in blood drifted into a
goblet full of gold flames.

 

“Well,” said Dumbledore smiling. “Who’s up for biscuits?”

 

“I’m in,” said George Weasley.

 

“Good idea,” said Fred.

 

“I’ll go put a kettle on,” said Arthur Weasley, patting his
wife Molly on the shoulder.

 

“Congratulations,” said Remus Lupin, looking at the trio
through heavy-lidded eyes.

 

“Thanks,” said Here. Re. Ron and Harry were already going
over some diagram with Fred and George.

 

“I hear you’ve already been given an assignment,” said Remus
smiling slightly.

 

“St. Petersburg,”
said Hermione. Ron and Harry looked up.

 

“You’re going to Russia?”
Ron asked.

 

“To see the Mystic Brotherhood,” Hermione said, a little
awed.

 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Remus said, taking a teacup with
a few biscuits perched on the saucer frothurthur. “I’m sure you’ll find the
trip very informative.”

 

“Rasputin was a member,” Ron said, impressed. “They’re
supposed to have one of the largest libraries of antiquities in existence.”

 

“I know,” said Hermione. “I wonder if I’ll even get a look
at it.”

 

“Wish you well, Hermione,” said Harry, looking happy and sad
all at once.

 

“Thanks,” said Hermione, feeling a ball tighten in her
chest. They were graduated, assigned and would be split up soon. She felt like
she was loosing a part of herself when she looked at Ron and Harry. She would
not cry. That would set them all off and that wouldn’t make a very good impression.

 

“I’m very proud of you, Neville,” said Mrs. Longbottom,
beaming.

 

Neville smiled shat tat the room, surprised he was even
asked to join the Order.

 

“So what is the Mystic Brotherhood?” Harry asked.

 

“Private school,” said Fred. “Really elite. They only take a
few students at a time.”

 

“Dedicated to the retention and acquisition of information,”
said Neville. “Bunch of leftover monks.”

 

“But very powerful,” said Dumbledore, sitting down across
from them and dipping his biscuit in his tea. He turned towards Severus who was
sitting silently to his right. “Will you be staying at your estate, Severus?”

 

“I was planning to, yes,” said Severus. Ron started shooting
daggers with his eyes at Severus. “There are 23 rooms in the estate, Ron. I assure you the young lady will
have more privacy than entirely needed.”

 

Ron turned red.

 

“Really, Ron,” Molly said to her son, annoyed. “This
ridiculous sham of a marriage is the perfect excuse to take a trip to see the
Mystics.” Hermione wondered who she was more annoyed with.

 

“It really is the chance of a lifetime,” Hermione said, trying
to diffuse the situation.

 

“So that’s the way it’s going to be then?” Ron said stiffly.

 

“It’s the way it has to be,” said Hermione softly.

 

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve lost my appetite,” said Ron,
pushing himself away from the table and standing up.

 

“Come on, Ron,” said Harry, pleadingly.

 

“I know it’s the way things have to be,” said Ron sadly. “I
didn’t say I had to like it.” Ron walked into the next room. They heard him use
floo powder to go home.

 

“Where’d Ron go?” asked Arthur, sitting down next to
Neville.

 

“Didn’t take Hermione’s assignment well,” said Remus.

 

“Ah,” said Arthur. “Well, he’ll be busy enough soon. It’ll
distract him a bit.”

 

“We’ll keep him busy,” said George, rubbing his hands
together over the large parchment spread out in front of him.

 

“Just keep an eye on him,” said Molly. “It’s not easy for
him.”

 

“Will do,” said Fred, reaching out for a quill and tugging
on Harrys shoulder to get his attention back to the diagram.

 

***

 

“How did it go?” Helga asked excitedly as Hermione and
Severus walked back into their chambers through the fireplace.

 

“She’s now a member of the Order,” said Severus seriously.
Hermione thought he’d be at least a little bit excited for her.

 

“Well you don’t need to sound so excited,” Helga said
annoyed. “You might burst with enthusiasm.”

 

“It’s a very dangerous assignment,” Severus said, walking
over to the ser service and pouring him a cup. Hermione thanked the inventor of
Ever Perking Pots.

 

“It’s a research assignment,” said Hermione.

 

“It’s too close to the Dark Lord for my taste,” said Severus
bitterly. He walked into his rooms and came back out with a flask. He poured a
healthy dollop of whisky into his tea, repeated the procedure with another cup
and handed it to Hermione.

 

Thank you,” Hermione said as she accepted the cup. As she
drank she felt the burn of the alcohol down her throat. She really wished she
had eaten more than a few biscuits during the day. She had even picked at her
food during the feast, she had been so nervous about the induction ceremony for
the Order.

 

“I believe I may be able to get you a few tomes from the
library to examine, even if I can’t get you full access,” said Severus taking a
sip from his cup.

 

“That would be incredible,” said Hermione downing her cup.
With the day over, she suddenly felt her hunger creep up on her. She felt too
lazy to go all the way to the kitchens for food. She reached for the teapot
again and refilled her cup. “Thank you.”

 

“I think you’ll like the Russian Estate,” said Severus
thoughtfully. “It has a small library of its own. Although the books are fairly
common for the area, you may find them interesting.”

 

Hermione sipped at her tea and tasted whisky. Apparently the
cups were enchanted to remember how you liked your tea and dressed it
accordingly. She sipped slower. She was graduated and in the Order. It was
cause for some celebration.

 

“I’m sure I’ll find something to catch my interest,” she
assured him.

 

“I’m sure you shall,” said Severus.

 

***

 

Hermione slid one leg out of her bed and placed it flat on
the floor. The room stopped spinning slightly. After 4 cups of tea, Severus had
to help to bto bed. He had assured her he would have a potion ready to help her
with her inevitable headache in the morning. Then he had the nerve to smirk at
her.

 

She stared at the underside of her ca, an, annoyed. It was
his idea to drink the damn whisky in the first place. He had probably done it
to make her look foolish in the first place.

 

He had helped her to her chamber and got her sleeping things
for her. Hermione didn’t doubt he’d help her change if asked, but she blushed
at the mere thought of disrobing in front of him. He had smirked at her! The nerve!

 

The worst part was that he looked so attractive when he did
it Hermione couldn’t get it out of her mind.

 

“It’s just the whisky,” Hermione muttered to herself.
Crookshanks meowed questioningly and butted his head against Hermiones left
hand. She scratched him absentmindedly. He purred and curled up against her to
sleep.

 

Hermione found herself slipping in and out of sleep.
Severus’ face swam in front of her in and out of dream. She slid a hand down
under the waistband of her under things. She moaned quietly.

 

‘I would never be doing this without the alcohol,’ thought
Hermione to herself. ‘Best get it over with as quickly as possible.’ She
breathed in near a lock of her hair that picked up the scent of him and felt
her body react to the sweet smell of sandalwood.

 

Hermione imagined Severus placing the gentle kiss he had
given her on their wedding day on more private parts of her person. She
wondered what his nose would cause her body to do.

 

Hermione twisted her form under the sheets. She allowed
herself to get near to climax, but didn’t allow herself to fall over the edge.
She teased herself higher and higher as her thoughts about Severus grew more carnal.

 

She plunged two fingers into herself and cried out a climax.
She instantly clamped her hand to her mouth before she remembered she didn’t
share a bedroom with 2 other girls. She giggled in the dark and finished
enjoying her afterglow.

 

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Hermione giggled to herself as
she turned over and cuddled under her covers. “He’s my husband, after all.”

 

She laughed aloud at the absurdity of it all.