Marriage Law

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Marriage Law: Chapter 17

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Severus walked back into his bedroom, his hair still damp
from his bath. He had relieved himself twice before he left the bath. He was no
longer a young man and felt slightly sore and very tired from the experience.

 

There was a single candle burning by the bed and he saw
Crookshanks, light red curled up form standing out on the dark coverlet. On the
side he intended to sleep on. At this point he had gotten used to the idea of
sleeping on a comfortable mattress.

 

“Shoo, kitty,” Severus whispered as he took his robe off. He
had discovered muggle cotton undershirts on a mission to London
for Dumbledore and wore one along with black flannel pajama pants. Crookshanks
got up and placed himself firmly in the center of the bed.

 

Then he fixed Severus with a stare that made Severus’ cheeks
turn pink.

 

“I’m not that bad, you know,” Severus whispered, looking at
the mass of hair poking out of the covers on the side opposite to him.

 

Crookshanks purred and closed his eyes. Severus shook his head
and got in the bed. Perhaps the feline knew what was for the best.

 

***

 

Hermione woke up to the smell of soap and sandalwood. She
opened her eyes to see Crookshanks bathing himself in the bedroom window. A
grey sky was reflecting pinks and yellows. A strong arm was thrown over her
pinning her to the bed.

 

She examined the hand near her eyes. Small black hairs grew
across the back of it, getting thicker as it went up his arm.

 

Hermione tried to extract herself by sliding away and out of
the bed. When she started to stir, Severus groaned in his sleep and pulled her
closer, spooning her firmly. His morning erection was pressing firmly into her
fanny.

 

‘Oh, this is not fair,’ Hermione thought crossly looking at
the ceiling. ‘He wouldn’t want this if he was awake and it’s taking advantage
of him.’

 

He shifted himself and one of his hands ended up firmly
cupping one of her breasts. Hermione found herself shifting along with him and
positioned his erection more comfortably against her. The side effect that it was
positioned in a far more pleasurable spot for her was completely beside the
point. Her breathing became ragged.

 

Severus’ eyes flew open. He was holding Hermione in a most
inappropriate way, not to mention his nether regions seemed to take control in
his sleep and had plans of their own. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed.
Probably dreaming of Weasley or another boy her age. She would be a prize for
whatever man she chose. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

 

He slowly loosehis his grip and slid over to his side of the
bed to regain his senses.

 

Hermione crossed her eyes in frustration. She tried to
control her breathing and not jump on her husband. She turned to look at him.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep as he lay on his back.

 

She sighed and rose for the day. Maybe a long relaxing bath
with a pulsing showerhead would relax her. She grabbed her blue bathrobe and
walked to the bathroom.

 

Severus cracked an eyelid as he heard the door click shut.
He looked at the tip of his erection and saw dampness on the fabric. He swirled
a fingertip in it absentmindedly and smelled it.

 

It was most certainly not his scent. He felt himself throb.
He untied the waistband of his pajamas and dipped his hand underneath. He heard
the water of the bath running in the walls and knew she wouldn’t be back
immediately. He scraped as much of her scent onto his fingers and breathed in
deeply. Not more than a few drops at the most, but a most intoxicating
aphrodisiac.

 

Severus tasted his fingers, tentatively and ran his hand
over his shaft, his hand gripping it firmer. He closed his eyes and entertained
a fantasy that he had slowly pulled her nightgown to her waist, smacked her
fanny firmly, and placed soft kisses over her shoulders as he tugged her
panties to the side and slid in slowly.

 

In his fantasy she bucked against him, insisting one of his
hands slide over her sex to a rhythm she liked and the other to pull gently and
twist one of her nipples.

 

As he exploded the Dream Hermione climaxed, screaming his
name. He felt the soft droplets fall over his shirt. He took a moment to regain
his breath and looked down at himself. He felt a thin crust cracking on his
upper lip as fluids began to dry and crack.

 

He blushed furiously. This was depraved. He ripped his
pajamas off and went to the cupboard to get his clothing so he could dress for
the day.

 

***

 

As Hermione walked back in the bedroom she saw Severus
washing his face in a basin on a small table near one of the walls. In the
morning light she could see her room clearer. Dark grey ade ade wallpaper ran
over the walls, only interrupted by pewter fixtures and accents.

 

Severus looked up at Hermione. She gave him a dirty look
briefly before walking to her armoire and pulling a dark brown cloak.

 

Severus couldn’t imagine what he had done wrong. Perhaps the
time change was affecting her adversely.

 

“I think mother and father will be departing after
breakfast,” Severus said, drying his face with a small towel.

 

“What will we do for the rest of the day?” Hermione asked,
pinning the cloak closed with a pewter broach.

 

“I was thinking of seeking conversation with the Mystics,”
Severus said. We will see if they will meet us here.

 

“Why not us going to them?” Hermione asked, disappointed she
wouldn’t be able to see the library.

 

Severus hesitated.

 

“Hermione I think you should sit down,” Severus said
seriously.

 

Hermione sat down in a large overstuffed chair.

 

“Is there something wrong?” she asked confused. “Are they
dark wizards?”

 

“They’re as neutral as one can possibly get,” said Severus
dryly. “Their uninvolvement in world affairs has raised eyebrows on more than
one occasion.”

 

“All right,” said Hermione slowly.

 

“They are called a brotherhood for a reason, Hermione,” said
Severus gently.

 

“No women allowed,” said Hermione flatly. She began to
wonder why she even came along.

 

“There is a reason for it, Hermione,” said Severus.

 

“Really, I’d love to hear it,” said Hermione hotly.

 

“Do you know about the Amazons?” Severus asked.

 

“The one breasted archers that wiped out some Greeks by
making them think they were prostitutes sent to reward them and killed them in
their sleep?” Hermione asked.

 

“What a flair you have for retelling history,” Severus said
disdainfully.

 

“Anyway,” Hermione said sharply. She really was flustered.
Severus tried not to laugh at her stubborn expression.

 

“Anyway, you have studied the Balance of Energies theory,
haven’t you?” Severus asked.

 

“Of course,” Hermione snapped at him. “There are feminine
and masculine energies in magic using. They can be volatile if applied wrong.”

 

“Exactly,” said Severus dryly. “At one point the Amazons and
the Mystics were at war. Siberia was the result of a
major battle. Millions of muggles were killed.”

 

“Good lord,” said Hermione, sagging slightly.

 

“After the Amazons were wiped out, to prevent from any stray
daughters from enacting some silly pact of revenge the library was warded,”
said Severus quietly, knowing how disappointed she was. “And polyjuice won’t
work, it was tried once. The result was a mess.”

 

Hermione flinched. She didn’t know whether it was because
she had been thinking of using polyjuice or because she had stolen the
ingredients to make it back in her second year.

 

“I promise I’ll see what I can do,” said Severus.

 

“I know you will,” Hermione said dully, trying but failing
to hide the disappointment in her voice.

 

Twice and it hadn’t even been breakfast yet.