The Bond

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Hermione had barely opened her eyes the next morning, and Severus was sliding into her. He moved so slowly, so gentle with her, that it was driving her mad. But somehow, she sensed that he needed it, this gentle loving. And so despite the urge to increase the tempo, she slowly rocked her hips beneath him, returning his kiss and stroking his back. She was only slightly sore, but her discomfort was over ruled by the heat pooling low in her belly. He was laying fully on top of her, his hips thrusting in a steady, controlled cadence. What amazed her most about him, was his refusal to look away. His eyes were locked with hers as he loved her, making the intimacy of their lovemaking far more acute.

She could feel the first, soft fluttering of her approaching orgasm. Her fingers tightened their grip on the back of his neck, and her breathing became ragged, tiny little whimpers. His eyes darkened, as he too noticed the subtle changes that indicated her impending capitulation. He shifted his hips down, angling his thrusts so that the head of his cock stroked against the sweet spot just inside of her. She was beginning to moan louder, the walls of her sheathe rippling around him, and still, he could not look away. With the next stroke he felt her go over, heard the rough, hoarse scream that escaped her lips. He watched as her eyes closed tight, he head fell back and her neck arched as her tight, milking spasms pulled him over with her. He groaned as he pumped his seed into her, and still he could not look away.

Nothing was quite as beautiful as a woman in surrender.
“I love you.” The rough, whispered words were out before he could think about them. He didn’t regret them, for they were the truth, but they did not begin to describe exactly what it was he was feeling for her.
“I love you, Severus.” She smiled as the warmth of his words washed over her.
He rested his head against hers, nose to nose they lay there for several minutes. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, he looked up.
“I should gather a healing potion to put into your bath, it will prevent soreness.”
“Thinking that this will not be the last time you have me today?” She asked with a smile.
“I waited, in agony, for almost four months, your just lucky that we have to see the students off for the Christmas holidays, my love, else you would not leave this bed today.” He bussed her lips quickly and left the room. She laughed when she thought about him strolling through their home naked and digging through the vials in his lab. He was back in seconds, winking at her as he strolled by and he caught her ogling him on his way into the bathroom.
“God he’s sexy.” She muttered as he crawled out of bed and followed him into their bathroom. Maybe she could convince him to bathe with her if she offered to let him shave her legs again.


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Breakfast was an…..interesting affair. Severus and Hermione were late, though after the events of the last several days, most of the staff were surprised that they even showed up. After their early morning lovemaking, he had joined her in her bath. He had spent a great deal of time shaving her lovely legs for her, a task he found strangely erotic. That in turn had led to another bout of heated sex in the water that resulted in their bathroom ending up flooded. Finally though, they had managed to ready themselves for the day and make their way, hand and hand to the great hall.


Severus accepted the many well meant greetings from the staff as graciously as one could expect, after all, it was Severus Snape. That basically meant he would nod curtly in acknowledgement and move on. Staff and students alike watched them, still trying to accustom themselves to the affection and courtesy Severus showed his wife. McGonagall smiled when he seated his wife, kissing her on the temple before taking his own seat. Who’d have ever guessed? It was somewhat unnerving to see at times. When he looked at Hermione, his gaze softened, and he almost smiled. But as soon as he was focused elsewhere, it was back to that dark, penetrating stare that was utterly terrifying.

He was grateful to sit down to a meal. He was starving and hadn’t eaten in the last couple of days. Hermione chuckled as he filled his plate with food.
“What are you laughing at?” He asked, trying hard to scowl at her, but the warm glow of her skin, and the faint flush on her cheeks only reminded him of this morning as she came apart in his arms.
“Nothing dear.” She said, returning her attention to her own plate. “Hungry?” She asked as she nibbled a piece of toast.
“Yes, I’ll need as much energy as possible if I’m going to continue pleasuring you multiple times a day.” Severus heard Hagrid coughing and sputtering beside him. He looked over to see the red-faced half giant staring at him with wide eyes, his bushy beard soaked with pumpkin juice. Hermione laughed and offered Hagrid her napkin to tidy his self up with.

She turned when she heard Lucius come to sit beside her. She tossed her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, kissing his cheek,
“Well, good morning to you, love.” He said, laughing softly as he returned her embrace. He smirked over her shoulder at Severus, who was glaring at him. “To what do I owe such an……eager embrace.” He asked.
“You stayed with me, when Severus was missing, you stayed, and you cared for me.” She clasped his face in her hands and smacked a quick kiss on his astonished lips. “Thank you, you are an amazing friend.”
“Enough! Lucius, get away from my wife.” Severus growled, though there was no real malice behind it, he too was grateful for what Lucius had done for Hermione. There was no way in hell he was going to hug, or kiss him for it though.


Hermione laid her hand on Severus’s thigh beneath the table and concentrated on eating her breakfast and chatting with Lucius. Of course, not one to miss anything, Lucius was well aware that as she talked with him, her fingers were busily walking their way up Severus’s thigh to stroke him through his clothes. He wanted to laugh when Severus’s grunted the moment her hands landed on his crotch.
“You naughty little witch.” Lucius laughed softly, leaning in so that only Hermione could hear him. “All is well then?” Severus gave a rather strangled groan which he tried to cover with a cough. Hermione smiled, glancing over her shoulder at the tense expression on her husbands face. She looked back to Lucius and nodded her head.
“Yes, all is well. He loves me.” She said softly.
“I know he does, love. Who wouldn’t?” Lucius felt a stab of momentary envy as he looked at her. She radiated love for the man sitting to her left, and he wished that someone would look at him the same.
“Lucius, are you alright?”
“I’m fine love, just thinking back to when Narcissa used to look at me like you look at him, I miss being loved.”
“We love you Lucius.” She said, pushing his hair away from his face. “You never have to worry about that.” She gave Severus a good squeeze, causing him to jump in his seat, his knees banging the bottom of the table, and drawing everyone’s attention to him. Lucius lifted one silver brow, watching her with amusement as she tried to fight her laughter when Severus clasped her hand in his and removed it from his lap, setting it firmly on the table between them.


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“Hermione, I really hate shopping, are you almost done?” Severus asked for the thirteenth time since they had come to the shopping mall near Godric’s Hollow.
“Yes, Severus, I know, you have told me a dozen or more times since we got here, but I need to finish Christmas shopping.” She pulled a list from her pocket. “I still have to get something for baby James, and Lucius, and you need something new to wear to the Weasley’s Christmas dinner.”
“Why do I need something new? I’ll simply wear my good suit and dress cloak.”
“No, we discussed this Severus, you are going to stop wearing suits when not at work.”
“I don’t think it was actually discussed, you simply said it was going to happen, I never agreed to it.” He muttered petulantly.
“Well, I have heard your opinion on the subject, and as your wife, my opinion over rules, now come on.” She took his arm and pulled him along with her into a large, higher end department store. He was brooding as she dragged him through the baby department in search of something for Harry and Ginny’s baby. She settled on a small replica of the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform that Harry himself once wore. She stopped at the counter and arranged to have “Potter” stitched onto the back of the little robes, then pulled him into a small area that sold collectible pieces. She purchased a pewter hourglass that consisted of writhing serpents winding around to form the frame over the glass globes containing white sand.
“I cant believe you’re spending so much on Lucius, the mans richer than Midas and doesn’t need it.” Severus grumped.
“Need it or not, I simply adore him, and want to give him something. I guarantee he will love it, simply because it came from me.” She teased, knowing he didn’t like her devotion to her new found friend.
“Yes, no doubt I will have to sit and watch as he falls all over himself to thank you.” He sneered.
“Now, it’s your turn.” She said, sauntering towards him batting her eyes.
“I don’t want to.” He huffed, she knew he would have crossed his arms over his chest had his hands not been filled with shopping bags.
“If you do, I promise to make it worth your while.” She whispered. She saw his eyes darken, and knew she had won. Who knew sex gave a woman such an advantage?


He wasn’t happy when she shoved him into a dressing room, his arms overflowing with clothes. He tried on the jeans, and admitted, the loose fitting denim was comfortable. He set them into the keep pile, atop a couple pairs of slacks, a black cashmere sweater and two sport coats. He pulled on a purple button down shirt and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
“I’m not going to wear this Hermione.” He called through the door.
“Wear what?” She asked.
“This blasted purple shirt, that’s what!” He began to unbutton it.
“Let me in.” She pulled open the door and entered the tiny space with him.
“What are you doing, it’s barely tolerable in here as it is.” He said.
“What is wrong with this shirt? It looks fantastic on you with your dark hair.” She said.
“It’s purple! Looks like something Lucius would wear, the great strutting peacock that he is.”
“Nonsense! Lucius wouldn’t be seen in anything but exclusively tailored clothes and he would only wear it if it were silk.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down for a kiss.
“I suppose I can be persuaded to wear it.” He said against her lips, letting his tongue slide out to dual with hers. He cupped her denim clad bottom in his hands and lifted her into his arms. She automatically wrapped her legs around him as he pressed her into the wall.
“Severus…..god, I want you so bad…..but my jeans….” He reached into his back pocket for his wand and the denim, along with her knickers, were a barrier no longer.
“We shouldn’t……not in a public place……”
“Shut up and fuck me,” She said, pulling his hair slightly. He was shocked at first by her use of the vulgar term, but only fleetingly before he was completely overcome with the haze of desire. He reached between them, sliding his fingers over her to ascertain her readiness and smiling when he found her soaked and burning hot. He unfastened his slacks and freed his turgid length, guiding the tip to her slick entrance.
“As my lady commands.” He whispered as he thrust up into her. Movement was not easy in the tiny cubicle. Hermione braced her feet on the wall behind him to give her leverage to move with him as he thrust into her over and over again, her back and bottom slamming into the mirror with every plunge. She was so hot, so eager and primed for him that it wasn’t going to take much to send her over. She was already beginning to moan, and whimper aloud forcing him to put his hand over her mouth to stifle her cries and he drove into her, fast and hard.

She came suddenly, a flash of heat and choking spasms that shocked him, and her as well if her sudden bite to his hand was any indication. It was enough to have him jetting inside her, biting his lip to keep from shouting his release. She was panting, giggling slightly as he lowered her to her feet.
“Oh god that was fantastic!” She said, trying to catch her breath. Severus couldn’t help the arrogant smirk that graced his lips.
“I aim to please.” He said, fastening his pants and reaching for his own clothes to change back into.
“Um, darling, aren’t you forgetting something?” She said, indicating the fact that she was completely naked from the waist down.
“Oh, sorry my love.” With a swish of his wand, she was covered once more. He gathered up the stack of clothing he intended to purchase, and she noted the purple shirt lying on top.
“Change your mind?” She asked,
“Sentimental value.” He said, opening the door and stepping out of the changing room. It was just his luck that a gaggle of seventh year girls were standing there, staring at them. He cocked his head to the side as he stared back. “Happy Christmas.” He said, reaching behind him for Hermione’s hand, and walking away to pay for his purchases.

“You don’t think….?” One girl asked, looking from the cubicle and back to the retreating forms of the professors.
“What, shagging in a changing room?” Another asked. “No, not Snape, he’s too stuffy for anything like that…..right?”

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It was two days before Christmas, and for the most part, the castle was deserted. Lucius was looking for the Snapes, as he and Draco had, much to everyone’s surprise, been invited to attend the Weasley’s Christmas dinner. He hadn’t found them at home, and figured they were more than likely in Severus’s office. He strolled through the empty classroom and towards the large wooden door at the back of the room. He stopped when the unmistakable sounds of passion reached his ears. The door was slightly ajar, so he stepped to the side to peer within.

Hermione was seated on the desk, her robes open, her skirt pushed up to her thighs. Her feet were resting on the arms of Severus’s desk chair where the man himself sat, stroking his wife’s legs lovingly.
“You shouldn’t wander about the castle without your knickers, my love.” Severus could be heard chastising, though the look on his face belied his rebuke.
“I made sure my skirts were long enough that no one noticed….Oh! Do that again….” She let her head fall back, the insane tangle of her hair brushing the top of the desk as she lifted her hip and pressed forward.
Lucius knew he shouldn’t watch, but then, they should have secured the door. He could see that Severus had his hand beneath her skirts, and whatever it was he was doing, she apparently enjoyed it quite a bit.
“Don’t tease Severus….please, more!” She was begging, perhaps old Severus had not lost his touch after all.
“What is it you require, my love?” Apparently Severus hadn’t abandoned games altogether.
“Please, touch me more, I need….I need you, I need to come.” She begged, her please accompanied by the sweetest little whimpers.
“Lay back, open your legs.” Severus told her. Lucius watched as she obeyed, laying back across his desk, letting her knees fall out, spreading her legs wide on his command. Severus leaned forward, parting her plump nether lips with his fingers and laying his tongue against her. She cried out, bucking up beneath his mouth in surprise.
“Severus…oh god what are you……ah!” Her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him closer to her as she writhed and moaned beneath his tongue. When he suckled her clit, she lost all control, screaming as she came. He didn’t wait for her orgasm to ebb before standing, shoving his own clothes aside and freeing his erection, thrusting hard into her before the pulsing of her orgasm was over.
“Oh god…oh god…oh god…oh god…” She chanted as he pounded into her over and over again, relentless as he drove her up, urging her to go over once again.
“Now Hermione, come now!” He told her through clenched teeth, his continued thrusting was rocking the desk, papers and small vials of potion fell to the floor. Her back arched high off of the desk, her scream of release reverberating off of the stone walls. Severus slammed deep into her once more, then stiffened as he came, filling in several, torrential spurts of his seed.
“Woman, I’m going to die of dehydration trying to keep you sated.” He growled as he fell back into his chair, pulling her with him,
“Then I suggest you drink some water.” She purred against his throat. She slid off of his lap, and straightened her clothes. She leaned in and kissed him.
“Don’t stay too long, now. I love you.”
“I love you.” He replied, swatting her on the backside as she walked away.

As she exited the room, she found Lucius leaning against the wall outside the door.
“Oh! Lucius, what are you doing here?” She asked, blushing slightly.
“Hello, love. I’m just waiting for Severus to be……available.” He said, smiling broadly.
“Oh, he’s available, go on in.” She kissed his cheek as she passed, practically skipping out of the classroom door. Lucius entered Severus’s office to find him levitating his papers and potions back to his desk. He looked exhausted slumped back into his chair, his hair mussed, his collar undone.
“You lucky bastard.” Lucius said, tossing is cane and cloak onto Severus’s desk and sliding gracefully into one of the chairs in front of it.
“Please tell me you weren’t eavesdropping.” Severus said.
“You should learn to cast silencing spells Severus, and you might consider closing the door all the way….”
“So not only did you listen, but you watched as well!”
“Don’t worry, I saw no parts of your bride I shouldn’t have.” Lucius smirked. “Although, she’s not exactly a quiet little bird is she?”
“Ha! I think I’ll be deaf within the year. That’s if I don’t fall over from sheer exhaustion first.” Severus said, raking his hands through his hair before conjuring a glass of water.
“I think the entire castle can hear her, good thing the students are all gone, otherwise they would think we were being attacked by the banshee.”
“Ugh, I feel so old Lucius.” Severus said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
“Do stop your bitching Severus, you have a lovely, hot blooded young witch warming your bed…and your office….and god knows where else you’ve taken the little vixen, be grateful.” Lucius drawled. “Of course, if you cant handle her, Id be too happy…..”
“Stop, you pervert, do not say another word if you want to walk out of her in one piece.” Lucius chuckled.
“I envy you my friend. How wonderful to have someone who obviously adores you. Maybe I should go to London, find myself a hot little muggle to play with, eh Severus?” God help the women of London with Lucius Malfoy on the prowl.



***There you have it my friends, an orchard of lemons, just for you! LOL