Marriage Law

AN: To all who answered my bird question, thanks







AN: To all who answered my bird question, thanks!

 

Amorette: I had a feeling that was the way it was in British
schools. I should have gone with my first instincts. Sorry!

 

To all: Thanks for reading and reviewing! At this point the
fic is writing itself, it’s out of my control. Any input is appreciated.

 

Marriage Law Chapter 15

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When Hermione woke up her hand was still dipped under the
elastic of her waist band.

 

‘I must’ve been tired,’ she thought to herself as she
removed her hand. When she tried to move pain lanced through her skull.

 

“Ow,” she complained and brought her hand up to her head.
Even that hurt.

 

Crookshanks rose beside her and hopped to the floor between
her bed and the curtain. When he poked his head through to ender her room a
sliver of light poked through and lay across Hermione’s eyes.

 

“Oh Gods,” Hermione groaned miserably.

 

“Good morning, Sunshine,” a deep voice came from her room.
She groaned incoherently in response and prayed to God he didn’t look in on her
and find her in such a private moment.

 

Severus pulled back her curtain and shook his head as she
pulled her pillow over her face.

 

“You can hardly drink this buried under there,” he said,
motioning to the goblet he held in one hand.

 

“I could conjure a very long straw,” her muffled voice
floated to him. He closed his eyes and stifled a chuckle.

 

“I doubt you’re in any condition to conjure anything,” said
Severus in what he hoped was a stern tone.

 

Hermione ventured her bushy head out of her bedding. Snape
stifled a laugh. He was suddenly glad he was blessed with straight black hair.
She looked like someone had hit with her a truck and zapped her with a
lightning spell.

 

“You certainly don’t look fit to do anything,” said Severus
handing her the goblet.

 

“I feel like hell,” said Hermione sipping at the goblet. Her
headache beto sto subside. “Maybe not so much anymore. Thanks.”

 

“I’d advise you to stay away from alcohol if that’s your
reaction to it,” said Severus seriously.

 

“I think I’m inclined to agree with you,” said Hermione,
rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

 

“What are you going to do once we get to the Land
of Vodka?” Severus asked, cocking
an eyebrow at her.

 

“Refill my glass with water and fake it,” Hermione said,
setting the goblet down on her bedside table. Severus chuckled.

 

“Well, you’re going to have to fake it soon,” Severus said.
“We leave this afternoon.”

 

“So soon?” Hermione said, surprised.

 

“Well, we are going under the façade of a honeymoon,”
Severus said. He looked slightly embarrassed. “I believe I’m supposed to appear
eager.”

 

“Shouldn’t I appear eager as well?” Hermione asked. She
tried to subtly arrange her bedclothes under the covers so she wouldn’t be
exposed as she left her bed.

 

Severus watched her arrange her clothes under the covers. Her
night gown must have been high above her waist by the motions she was making.
He prayed his face wasn’t flushed.

 

“I’m not sure you should appear too eag Sev Severus
swallowed. “Some might find it suspicious.”

 

“Not after they talk to Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione snorted as
she swung her feet over the side of her bed and felt cold stone under her feet.

 

“That’s true,” said Severus thoughtfully. “Still, best not
over do it.”

 

He watched her walk across her bedroom in a sleeveless white
cotton shift. The light filtered through it softly as she passed by the window
briefly. He tried not to shake his head like a muggle cartoon to recover.

 

‘Gods, when did I get so old?’
Severus thought to himself.

 

“How long will we be gone?” Hermione asked, looking at
herself in a muggle mirror and making a face.

 

“Most of the summer,” said Severus, trying not to wince.

 

“I see,” said Hermione, walking over to a bookshelf and
examining the spines. Severus knew she was attempting to look as if she were
examining the tomes in front of her. He also knew that she was disappointed to
be leaving before she was able to spend any amount of time with her parents.

 

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” said Severus, rising awkwardly. “This
is a lot of responsibility for someone your age.”

 

“I imagine you had been through much more at my age,” said
Hermione hoarsely. She didn’t say it maliciously. It was just a statement to
her.

 

“Some people would travel through several lifetimes to go
through as much as I have,” said Severus seriously. “I would never hold it as
an example of good decision making.”

 

Hermione chuckled, more out of nervousness than anything.

 

“I guess not,” she said turning to him wiping a few tears
away, but smiling.

 

Severus grabbed hold of a deep hidden away part of him.

 

Maybe it was the spring air. Maybe it was the look of her
bushy hair in the morning. Maybe it was that horribly old fashioned nightgown.
It was probably the tears rolling rebelliously down her cheeks, finally
cracking the strong front she had been holding up.

 

Severus placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

 

“You are going to go far, Hermione,” Severus said. “You’ve a
brilliant mind. Not to mention more courage and determination than this entire
school. Never be afraid of how far you can go on your own.”

 

Then he hugged her.

 

Hermione needed a hug and was surprised he was offering her
one, but was appreciative. He smelled like sandalwood and soap. His black high
buttoned vest was soft under her cheek.

 

Severus indulged himself by breathing in the scent of her
hair. Some sort of muggle shampoo. No real scent other than something soft and
light. He felt the soft skin of her shoulders under his hands. He watched as a
wild curl winded its way straight up to finally settle on the end of his nose.

 

There was nothing wrong with a chaste hug, Severus reasoned
with himself. He was the cause of her distress and was comforting her. She was
no longer his student and technically his wife, a hug was within reason.

 

At least until his lower regions latched on to the idea that
his wife was in his arms and it had been a long time since he had made love in
the morning.

 

Severus leaped back as part of hirangrang to life. He swept
his cloak around himself.

 

“I apologize for the suddenness of this,” said Severus
stiffly. “But it would be ideal if you were ready by three o’clock.”

 

Hermione let out the breath she had been holding. For a
moment it had almost felt like he had enjoyed hugging her. Apparently a few
seconds was all the human contact he could stand.

 

“I can be done sooner if needed,” Hermione said.

 

“How soon?” Severus asked.

 

Hermione looked at her wizarding clock on her wall. “Noon and we can catch lunch before we go.”

 

“Well,” said Severus a little startled. “Noon then.”

 

“Good,” said Hermione.

 

Severus turned quickly and left her quarters. The door
shrunk behind him.

 

‘That probably made him feel really uncomfortable,’ Hermione
thought to herself. ‘Be wae was the one that initiated it.’

 

Hermione breathed in the scent of sandalwood. He must have
just put it on because the scent lingered on her nightgown. She raised the
white cotton and breathed in. She felt her body react. She breathed in deeper.
She felt the sudden urge to lie back down. Perhaps the effects of the alcohol
hadn’t worn completely off.

 

***

 

‘That was wrong,’ Severus chided himself as he unbuttoned
his trousers in his rooms. ‘Shouldn’t have let it go that far.’

 

He lay on his bed, not even bothering to take his shoes off
and slid his hand over his underthings and took some pressure off the
situation.

 

‘Oh, Hermione,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around
himself. Another hand snaked into his bedside table and brought out a small
towel. He placed it over his chest and lay back to enjoy himself.

 

In his fantasy Hermione had lifted her nightgown over her
head and discarded it. She had then pointed a wand at him and rendered him in a
similar state. Then she had led him to the bed and let him pound her senseless.

 

Severus felt himself spill out and he gasped out loud. He
felt his body twist in pleasure as he squeezed his eyes shut.

 

When he had finally finished he lay, shaking slightly on the
bed.

 

He was glad the Russian estate was so big. They would both
be busy, perhaps he’d be able to shake her out of his
head then.