It Started With A Kiss

Chapter 13


Severus led Hermione through parts of Hogwarts she never knew existed; down dim winding halls, narrow staircases and secret shortcuts that were not on the Marauders Map.

“Severus, where are we going?” Hermione asked, curious about what her husband was up to.

“You shall see. Have patience, we will be there shortly.”

He continued leading her forward until they stopped at a wall with a beautiful tapestry hanging on it. The tapestry was one Hermione had never seen before; it was a herd of unicorns sleeping in a clearing under a full moon. Retrieving his wand, Severus pointed it at the centre of the scene and whispered the password. The unicorns rose and walked off. As the unicorns departed, the tapestry seemed to grow.

He took her hand and seemed to walk into the tapestry itself. Hermione looked around and indeed, they were in the tapestry. Still holding her hand, he continued walking for a short distance. He led her around some tall bushes. Behind the bushes, she saw the most beautiful lake. The waters were so calm the moon appeared to be mirrored on it. Under a large oak tree, Hermione saw a blanket laid out. She looked up at Severus a brilliant smile on her face.

“Severus, this is wonderful. It’s almost like our wedding night.”

“Almost. I would have taken you back to the lake, but it’s too cold out now for what I have in mind,” he said with a sly grin.

“Happy three months anniversary, Hermione.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck. Hermione looked up at Severus, her eyes threatening to spill over with tears.

“Who would have ever guessed that Severus Snape was a closet romantic.” She said and kissed him passionately.

Breaking the kiss he looked down at his wife wrapped up in his arms and in all sincerity said, “You tell anyone and I’ll deny it with my dying breath. I do have a reputation to maintain, witch.”

“Who would believe me?”

He lifted Hermione up and carried her to the blanket, laying her down gently. He lay down next to her, his fingers touching her face as if memorising every millimetre of skin. Looking in her eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat; he wanted to believe what he saw there. He wanted to believe he was capturing her heart as she, unknowingly, captured his. ‘No, it is just lust Severus,’ he said to himself, ‘she would never have chosen to be with you if it weren’t for Ancient Ones.’

He felt her hand lightly touching his neck; she knew just the spot that would send shivers down his spine. Her lips pressed lightly to his, tiny kisses placed from one side of his mouth to the other. His name fell from her lips like a whisper in the wind, “Severus”, her kisses becoming more ardent and demanding. He answered her silent plea with equal passion.

Severus took his time, virtually paying homage to Hermione’s body. Kissing, suckling, tenderly touching every bit of her, showing her in his actions, what he could not say in words that he felt about her.

Hermione could no longer think, he had driven her slowly and purposefully to the edge of longing. She wanted him on her; in her, to be one with her and she wanted it now. She looked at him, kneeling between her legs, lightly running his fingers up and down her inner thighs; she opened her arms to him inviting him to join with her.

Severus soon found himself looking down at the face of his wife, her arms around his neck. Her voice thick with desire as she brought his face down to hers,

“Please Severus, don’t make me wait any longer…. I need you now.”

Those last four words were all it took for him to enter her, both moaned at the sensations that flooded their bodies; hers to being filled with his cock, his to the sheer heat and wetness inside of her pussy.

He moved slowly, at first taking the time to enjoy the delightful responses his body was soliciting from her. He began to move faster and harder within her wanting to bring her to ecstasy as he reached his.

“Look at me Hermione, look in my eyes. I want to see you as you reach your peak, I want you to see who is taking you there.”

Hermione eyes met his and she felt as if she was being consumed in the flames she saw in the depth of his dark eyes.

“Cum with me Severus, please cum with me.” She cried out as she reached the pinnacle of her release.

Severus watched her eyes as they fell off the edge of the world together. Holding her tightly to him the words he feared to say escaped his lips and fell onto her ears.

“I love you, Wife.”

Hermione almost cried when she heard him say the words she never thought she would hear from him. Placing a soft kiss on his neck, she brought her lips to his ear and softly responded, “I love you too, Husband.”

They spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms, under the eternal full moon, tucked away safely within the tapestry.

Severus was the first to awake, finding Hermione wrapped in his arms. He could barely believe this intelligent, beautiful young woman said she loved him. Perhaps the Gods were finally forgiving him after all the wrong, he had done in his life. Severus did not want to wake her but they needed to start the day and head to London. Kissing her face gently and stroking her cheek, he softly called her name.

“Hermione, love, its time to wake up. Time to get dressed and go to London.”

Hermione sighed; she didn’t want to get up. She wanted to stay right there in that wonderful dream. That dream where Severus called her ‘Love,’ that dream where he told her he loved her. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Severus looking down at her, his feelings for her shining in his eyes.

She smiled at him and said, “It wasn’t a dream you really did say you love me.”

“No, it wasn’t a dream, my love. I do love you. As much as it would please me to stay here all day and show you just how much, we must leave and get ready to head to London. We have a lot work to do.”

As they left the tapestry, Hermione could see the sun just starting to peak over the horizon. It was still early, so they still had plenty of time to wash up and have breakfast. She looked back at the tapestry to see the unicorns were once again asleep in the meadow.

“Could we come back here again one day, Severus?”

“Of course. Maybe for our six month anniversary.”

After they both showered and changed, it was off to the Great Hall for breakfast. As they approached the doors of the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore motioned them to follow him.

They entered through the faculty entrance. Hermione immediately noticed that the hall was virtually empty with the exception of a few students and a couple of professors who were also early risers.

Pulling out the chair next to his for Hermione, Severus took his usual seat. He fixed his usual morning cup of tea. After taking a few sips and allowing the caffeine to do its work, he turned to Albus. “I take it you received my message last night?”

“Yes, I’ve excused Hermione from her classes today, this has become far to important to put off another day. I’ll be waiting for your report when you two return.”

Finishing their breakfast, they bid the headmaster good-bye and made their way to the gates and Apparated to London.

A short walk found them in front of the City of London Library, Hermione’s favourite Muggle public library. Entering the huge building, she headed to the section that housed newspapers and periodicals.

“So, where do we start my dear wife?”

“How far back do you think we need to go?”

“At least 3 months I would think, that was the first time the Prophet reported anything.”

“Okay, then . You take that section in back of you and I’ll take this one,” she said, pointing to the shelves on her right. She turned and took a stack of London Daily to the table.

“It’s going to be a long day.” She sighed.

Two hours later found them no closer to the answers they were seeking. Stretching the kinks out of her back, Hermione thought that had to be an easier way to find the information than this.

“I wish we could use magic, it would make this so much easier.” Severus said, his own back protesting as he hunched over the table reading newspaper after newspaper.

Halfway through a two-month-old copy of The Evening Monitor it suddenly hit Hermione. “Why didn’t I think of this before? What a dunderhead I am!”

“What are you going on about?”

“An easier way to find what we are looking for, of course. The Internet! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. Come on Severus, let’s put these back, and I’ll introduce you to the wonders of Muggle technology.”

Finding an open terminal, Hermione signed on to the library’s database and went to the search page.

“Now from here all I have to do is type in a word or two and this will search through every newspaper and periodical the library has and tell us where to find the articles we want.”

“Amazing what Muggles are capable of doing.”

After typing in the words, strange sightings, occurrences, and reports, Hermione hit the enter key. A few seconds later three pages worth of articles appeared on the screen. Hermione printed them out, and the pair went back to the newspaper and periodical section, to begin pulling the listed papers by date.

Hermione showed Severus how to make copies of each article to bring to Hogwarts with them. While looking through a six week old copy of The Sun, Hermione came across a picture of the old storefront that she knew was really St. Mungo’s and there, almost obscured by the shadow, she saw a figure wearing wizarding robes.

“Severus, come here, quickly. You have to look at this.”

Hearing the anxiety in her voice, he rushed to her side. Looking at the Muggle photo, she pointed to the figure.

“I see, but who is it? Is there anyway to get a better picture than this?” he asked.

“We can try going to The Sun and getting a copy of the original picture. It should be a bit better quality than this one.”

“Lets finish copying these articles then we’ll head there. Do you know where it is?”

“No, but it shouldn’t be hard to find.” Scanning the paper, she found an address. “Here it is, 1 Virginia St Wapping, London, I’m not too familiar with that area, are you?”

“No, we will have to take Muggle transportation to get there, I wouldn’t risk Apparating into an unknown area.”

Leaving the library, Hermione hailed a cab for them. They got into the cab, and Hermione gave the driver the address. They travelled in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about who it could be in that picture, was it a wizard simply hiding from the Muggle camera or the wizard responsible for the events in question? Both were hoping the original would be able to give them the answer.

The cab screeched to a halt in front of an office building. Paying the driver, they stepped out and into the building.

Hermione stepped up to the receptionists’ desk and asked where they could get a copy of a picture that appeared in the paper. She was directed to an office at the far end of the second floor hall. After obtaining a copy of the picture, which was a better quality but still did not clearly show the face in the shadow, they headed back to Hogwarts.

“We need to take this to the headmaster, Hermione, he did want a report when we returned.”

“I wonder if there is a way to reveal the face better, a spell perhaps. I feel this is who we’re looking for, Severus. We’re so close to revealing one piece of this puzzle but still it feels out of reach.”


A/N: I don't know if that is the address of The Sun, but it's the one they had on their website.