Never Piss Off a House-Elf

By the time Severus and Hermione were seated in the music room, the sun had begun to set. Warm color flooded the room through the open blinds, casting it in comforting shades of oranges and reds. Hermione had to admit she liked seeing the Gryffindor cast the sunset gave the room, and she laughed.


"Don't get used to that, Hermione. This is still a Slytherin household," Severus said, surmising the reason for her laughter. "Shall I put on some music?"


Hermione nodded, and Severus flicked his wand towards the record shelf, then the record player. A Wagner opera came on with a low volume, loud enough to hear but not so loud they couldn't speak and hear one another.


"You wanted to speak more?" Hermione asked, taking a seat on a plush little couch. Severus sat opposite her, looking at her intently.


"We have a few decisions to make, Hermione. The first being the date of the wedding itself. I assume you'd like to put if off for as long as possible?"


Hermione nodded.


"We can not wait until the end of the school year. The Ministry will be on each and every engaged couple to marry and conceive as soon as possible. On top of that, you will still have your classes. We will have to have Albus or another credited Potions Master administer the final exam, and you'll still have NEWTS to be concerned with. With that in mind, I suggest that the wedding itself take place over your Christmas holiday," Severus said, watching her.


"I agree. We should speak with the Headmaster as soon as possible. I'd like to have the ceremony at the school, if possible. My parents will want to be there, but I don't really have any muggle friends to worry about," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I assume you don't want a large affair, either?"


Severus shook his head. "This does not seem to be the time for huge celebrations. If you so desire one, then plan it. You are the bride, and it is a bride's day, is it not?"


"I see. I don't need a large wedding, either. I'll want to go back to business as usual as soon as possible. I don't plan on being hugely pregnant when I graduate, either, Severus," Hermione said bluntly. "And I was never planning on having a huge family."


"I know. I never would have married myself, but here we are. There is no delicate way to put this, witch, so I'll just ask: are you or are you not a virgin?"


"What? Why are you asking such a thing?" Hermione shrieked, her voice high and thin, face red.


"I have a right to ask, Hermione. I would assume that you are, and I believe you just confirmed the fact. I suggest you do some research between now and the holidays," Severus half-sneered. He was trying to cover up how much better he felt knowing she had no experience, pure as the driven snow.


"I'll learn about sex if you'll learn to be civil," Hermione said icily.


"I do believe that we have discussed enough for the night. May I escort you to your room?" Severus offered her his arm again, but she refused to take it, instead storming out of the room. He followed her out and up the stairs, to her room, catching the door before it slammed in his face.


"I do have a right to ask, Hermione. I wanted to know if you had any experience, so that I may make things as easy on you as possible. You are innocent in so very many things," Severus said, reaching behind the door to grasp her am firmly but not viciously, gently but strongly pulling her back out into the hall until she stood before him. He put an arm around her, unable to resist the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla coming off her, drawing her close to him. "You look lush. . . "


He kissed her mouth carefully, chastely, before speaking again.


"Ripe to plucked. Surely I should know if someone else has dared touch my peach?"


He caught her mouth with his, causing her to gasp. He chuckled low and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, so gently, kissing it better. His other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple through the thin material of her t-shirt. She moaned into his kiss, rubbing herself against him, feeling him harden against the junction of her thighs. They were breathing one another's breath, sighing and sucking, nipping and licking.


Finally, with a ragged gasp, Severus broke the kiss and thrust Hermione back into her room. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her breasts fairly pointed at him, while he pointed at her.


"Good night, Madam," Severus said in a low husky tone. He turned to leave and she called back to him.


"I thought you wanted the wards to my room in case of emergency?"


"Not tonight, or there'll be another kind of emergency!" With that, Severus fled to his room and slammed the door, locking his own wards into place.


She wasn't supposed to be so delectable, so innocent yet seductive. Looking down at his trousers, Severus grunted.


"Damned bloody body. Hoo-ray, another movie night."


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AN: BOO-YA! That kiss was hot. . . (fanning herself). . . I wish my boyfriend was here. . . heehehe. . .