The Power of the Quill

Author's Notes:

WARNING. This chapter contains sexually explicit material. This story is rated R and not intended for underage readers. The sexual content of the chapter is mild, but if you are easily offended, please skip this chapter and go to the next.

Beta'd by Nakhash Makashefah. She put all the dirty stuff in. I swear I had nothing to do with it.



Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Co. I own nothing.



The Power of the Quill.


Chapter 19. A night to remember.


At eleven thirty, Hermione was almost done getting ready for her wedding. She had told both Parvati and Lavender about her upcoming ceremony with Snape. It would have been too hard to keep it from Lavender with her and Parvati getting ready in the same room. Lavender was a little upset, at first, about not being able to go to the wedding. But she felt much better once Hermione had agreed to let her do her hair. Lavender had begged Hermione to let her do her hair for years. She planned to open her own witches' salon after she apprenticed with a Glamour Mistress. She saw Hermione's hair as one of her greatest challenges.

Hermione had to admit that she was quite pleased with the job Lavender did. Her hair had never been that straight or shiny before. It was put up in a tight, neat swirl with a set of thin straight bangs, just above her eyebrows.

Parvati had spent three straight hours transfiguring two dresses for the ceremony. Hers was a royal blue evening dress with a thin white collar. A double set of white pearls, a pair of opened-toe shoes, and some white arm-length gloves, finished her outfit.

Hermione's dress was a white silk and lace gown with a straight bust line and two thin straps over her shoulders. She decided not to wear a veil or train. It would be hard enough seeing anything on a night with no moon. A veil and train would only complicate matters. Besides, she planned to save those kinds of things for when she got married for real.

"Just a couple more finishing touches," Parvati said, as she searched for something in her trunk. "Here they are," she said, as she removed a small wooden box. Hermione recognized it as a standard jewelry box. Of course, nothing is standard at Hogwarts. Parvati took out her wand, tapped the top of the box with it, and said, "Earrings." When she opened the box, it was filled with dozens of pairs of earrings. Both Hermione and Lavender gasped at the sight of all the beautiful pieces of jewelry.

"Parvati, this stuff must be worth a fortune," Lavender said in amazement.

"No, none of it's real. It's magical costume jewelry, a gift from my grandma in India. It looks real, but it disappears after six hours. I've already used up most of the gold and pearl earrings, so we'll go with diamonds for Hermione," she said, as she removed a set of diamond and silver earrings from the box.

"Uh, Parvati. I don't have pierced ears," Hermione informed her.

"Well, then this is going to hurt just a bit," Parvati said with a smile.

"OOOUUUCH!" Hermione shouted from the sharp pain in her right earlobe. "Merlin, am I bleeding?" Hermione asked, putting a hand over her ear.

"Of course not," Parvati told her. "These are self-piercing earrings. Guaranteed not to cause any bleeding or swelling. Unfortunately, the holes heal up right after you take them off." Hermione grimaced a little, as Parvati put the other earring on. "Now a necklace to match," Parvati said, as she closed the lid of the box, then tapped it with her wand again. When she reopened the box, it was now fill with different kinds of necklaces. After searching through most of them, she finally decided on a diamond and silver necklace with four large, twenty-carrot diamonds. After putting the necklace around her neck, Parvati looked at her and said, "I still think we need something else."

"I know," Lavender said, then leaned over and whispered something in Parvati's ear.

"Great idea, Lav," Parvati said. She then picked up the jewelry box, tapped it with her wand, and whispered something. She opened it so that only she and Lavender could see inside.

"What are you two up to?" Hermione asked, trying to peek over Parvati's shoulder to see.

"That one," Lavender said, pointing at something in the box.

"Good choice," Parvati said, as she reached into the box for something. "Hermione, close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise." Reluctantly, Hermione closed her eyes. She felt something being placed on her head, slipping into her hair. "You can open your eyes now, Hermione," Parvati told her.

Hermione opened them to see both of her friends staring dreamily at her. "What?" she asked.

"You look so beautiful, Hermione," Lavender stated, as a tear ran down her cheek. Parvati held up a large mirror for Hermione to see.

"A tiara?" Hermione asked, as she looked at the diamond-encrusted piece of jewelry on her head.

"Why not? It makes you look just like a real princess," Lavender answered.

"But I'm not a bloody princess," Hermione said, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Isn't this a bit much for Snape?" she asked.

"Face it, Hermione. The wedding is probably going to be the only good part of marrying Snape," Parvati told her. "This is for you not him, anyway. I borrowed Colin's camera so that I can take some pictures for your mom." Hermione looked at herself in the mirror again. She had to admit, she really liked what she saw.

"Oh, can we take some pictures right now?" Lavender excitedly asked. "I'd like a picture of the three of us together."

"Sure, but we have to hurry. It's almost eleven forty-five," Parvati told her.

After nearly a dozen pictures were taken, Hermione and Parvati finally made their way down to the common room. It was empty, with the exception of their Head of House standing impatiently by the portal. "It's eleven fifty, Miss Granger," McGonagall sternly told her. Her expression softened somewhat, as she took a close look at Hermione. "You look quite lovely, my dear," she sincerely said. Hermione thought there was a slight glistening to her Professor's eyes. The three of them quickly made their way through the school to the main entrance. Before going outside, Professor McGonagall stopped them and said, "Take off your shoes."

"Why?" they both asked in unison.

"The Headmaster has chosen an older Wizarding marriage ceremony. Everyone must remain barefoot until after the ceremony is completed. Nothing must come between your feet and the earth," McGonagall informed them. Hermione and Parvati took off there shoes. Hermione placed her shoes by the two large doors, next to McGonagall's boots. She also set down her over-night bag containing her nightgown and tomorrow's school uniform. Parvati put her shoes under her arm. "Miss Patil, you can leave those here," McGonagall order.

"But they're Parisian, from this fall's line. They won't even be in stores until spring," Parvati told her Professor.

"They will be perfectly safe here, Miss Patil. You can pick them up when you return to Gryffindor," she told Parvati. Reluctantly, she set them down, hiding them behind McGonagall's boots.

The cobblestones were cool but dry under Hermione's feet, as they made their way down the path towards the lake. Next to the lake, Hermione could see two rows of small torches on three-foot high poles, leading up to a small fire. Standing next to the fire, in bright orange robes, was the Headmaster. Just to his left was Snape, in his normal all-black attire. "Ah, Miss Granger, you are a vision of beauty and loveliness," Dumbledore said with a warm smile. "Do we have Miss Patil to thank for your lovely attire?" he asked, giving Parvati an approving look over his glasses.

"The dress and jewelry are mine, but Lavender did her hair," Parvati proudly told him.

"Miss Brown, you say?" Dumbledore asked, as he looked at Hermione.

"Sorry, Professor. She sleeps in our dorm. I had to tell her," Hermione apologetically told him.

"Quite understandable, Hermione. I guess I really didn't think it through when I told you to tell only one of your roommates," Dumbledore said in a reassuring voice. "Miss Patil and Miss Brown did an excellent job. I only wish Severus had had such help," the Headmaster said, giving Snape a disappointed look.

"I'll have you know these are my finest dress robes," Snape informed the Headmaster. Hermione looked at him. The only thing she could tell that was different was that his buttons were silver instead of black. When Hermione looked down at the bottom of his robes, she caught sight of something incredible - Snape's naked feet. They were huge. Hermione couldn't imagine how he ever stuffed those canoes into his boots. They were both long and wide. Each of the long toes had a small bit of thin, black hair on the knuckles. She wouldn't be surprised if he could pick up a quill and start writing with one foot, while swinging from a tree with the other.

"I see the last of our guests have finally arrived," the Headmaster said. Hermione turned to see who was approaching. Hagrid was coming toward them. He had Fang's leash in his left hand and was holding Luna Lovegood's hand in the other. Luna was still wearing her pajamas with just her school robes over them. She still looked half asleep.

"Why is she here?" Snape asked, giving Luna a doubtful look.

"I invited her," Dumbledore answered. "It's bad luck not to have at least one member of the bride or groom's family present at the time of the ceremony."

"Headmaster, I have yet to speak to Miss Lovegood about our family connection," Snape said with irritation.

"I already know," Luna said through a yawn. "Mum use to talk about you all the time."

"What did she tell you?" Snape asked.

"She said you inherited your father's stick. She said that all the Healers in St Mungo's probably couldn't pull it out," Luna sleepily said. Snape just glared at her, while both Hagrid and McGonagall let out small chuckles. Hermione and Parvati knew better than to laugh.

Hermione noticed that Luna was holding something in her right hand. She first thought it was a doll, but under closer inspection it turned out to be a plucked chicken Luna was holding by the feet. "Luna, why are you holding a dead chicken in your hand?" Hermione asked.

"For luck. And it's not dead," Luna answered them, raising the chicken up above her head. It began to squawk and beat its featherless wings. It didn't stop until she lowered it. Hermione just turned away and looked up at Dumbledore. He, too, had a mystified look on his face.

"Now that everyone's here, shall we begin?" Dumbledore said, as he walked around to stand in front of the small fire. Hermione noticed a small cauldron sitting on top of the fire. Some kind of purple liquid was bubbling inside. Hermione had to admit she didn't know that much about old Wizarding marriage ceremonies.

Snape reached into his robes and withdrew a small black box. He opened the box, taking out a small black circle. He then held out the box to her. "The ring," he flatly told her. Hermione reached inside and took out another black circle similar to the one Snape had just removed, only bigger.

"This is a ring?" Hermione asked, looking suspiciously at the black circle in her hand.

"Yes," Snape dryly answered. "It and this one were both cut from a single large black opal. Silver, gold, and most gems, can sometimes effect potion brewing. Black opals have no effect."

"You're giving me a solid black wedding ring?" Hermione disappointedly asked. Snape didn't answer; he just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Will everyone take their places?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione faced the fire with Snape to her right. Hagrid and Luna stood just behind and to the right of Snape. Professor McGonagall and Parvati were just behind and to the left of her. With a wave of his hand, a small dagger and two goblets, one silver, one gold, appeared in front of the Headmaster. Hermione didn't like to looks of the dagger. It looked as sharp as a scalpel. The three items hovered in midair over the small cauldron.

Dumbledore raised both hands high and shouted, "Incantatem Colligo. Let the binding began." There was a sudden clap of thunder; Hermione felt a very strange feeling in her feet, as if the ground had taken on a huge static charge to it. Dumbledore took hold of the gold goblet. He reached down, dipping it in the cauldron and filling it halfway. He placed the goblet back in the air next to the dagger. He then took the silver goblet and filled it halfway with the purple liquid. After replacing the silver goblet, he took hold of the dagger. "Give me your right hand, Hermione," he asked. After swallowing hard, Hermione slowly held out her trembling hand to the Headmaster. He took hold of her wrist and asked, "Do you, Hermione Jane Granger, daughter of Thomas and Janet Granger, give this blood for binding to Severus Titus Snape?"

"I do," Hermione nervously answered. The Headmaster took the dagger and drew the blade across her palm. Hermione let out a slight hiss as a two-inch long slice in her palm opened up. There wasn't much pain, but the sight of her own blood made her queasy. The Headmaster took the golden goblet and held it under her palm to catch the blood. 'Oh my god, I'm going to be drinking blood,' Hermione thought to herself.

Dumbledore released her wrist and closed her hand with his. He then replaced the goblet in the air over the cauldron. Next, he held out his hand to Snape. Snape gave him his hand without hesitation. "Do you, Severus Titus Snape, son of Maximilian and Natasha Snape, give this blood for binding to Hermione Jane Granger?"

"I do," Snape coolly said. Dumbledore cut his hand with the dagger and put the silver goblet under it to catch Snape's blood. Dumbledore then handed Snape the silver Goblet. Snape took it with his uncut hand. The Headmaster then handed Hermione the gold goblet. She took it in her left hand. Dumbledore took hold of their still bleeding right hands. He brought them together, palm-to-palm. Their wounds were touching, mixing their blood.

The Headmaster raised his hands again and said, "Colligo Finito, drink from your chosen's goblet. Let the magic inside bind you together as one." Snape brought his silver goblet to her lips. She lifted hers to his lips. As one, they drank from the goblets. Hermione couldn't believe she was drinking Snape's blood and some unknown purple goo. It tasted both salty and sweet. She could feel the thick liquid making its way slowly down her throat. Hermione felt her right hand become very warm in Snape's grasp. As soon as she finished all that was in the goblet, Snape lowered it from her lips. She lowered hers as well. Dumbledore wrapped both his hands around theirs, blood still dripping from their palms. "By the great magic of all who have stood on this earth and by the magic of those who have yet to come. I bind this man and this woman as one. I bind this wizard to this witch in the name of all magic, light and dark. I bind them together with blood, with magic, and with love. By Merlin and his twelve, let their magic grow and grow strong." Another loud thunderclap rocked the sky, as Dumbledore released their hands. Snape let go and looked at his palm. Hermione also looked at hers. The two cuts were gone. No trace of the wounds or blood remained. The Headmaster reached out and took the empty goblets from them. "Exchange your symbols of loyalty," Dumbledore told them. Snape took her hand in his and placed the black ring on her finger. She did the same with his.

Dumbledore smiled at the two and said, "By the power granted to me as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I now pronounce you wizard and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Snape took a step towards her. Hermione suddenly felt like fleeing into the forest and never looking back. Snape had an uncomfortable look, as well. He quickly leaned forward, tilting his head to his right. Hermione tilted to hers left. Their foreheads collided with a hard knock. "OOWW!" Hermione cried, as she reached up and rubbed her sore forehead. After shaking off his own cobwebs, Snape leaned in again, this time to the left. Unfortunately, Hermione leaned right. They didn't hit as hard this time, just mushing their noses together. Snape took step back and rubbed his long crooked nose. Looking very irritated, he reached out and placed both of his hands on the side of Hermione's head. He forced her to her left while he went to his left. Their lips finally met. Before Hermione could figure out if she was suppose to use tongue or not, he broke the kiss. She looked up into his gleaming black eyes. They seemed somewhat different to her now, deeper maybe.

"I knew yeh had it in yeh, m'boy," Hagrid bellowed, then slapped Snape right between the shoulder blades, almost knocking him over. Hermione turned to look at the others. McGonagall had tears running down her cheeks but still held her poise. Parvati was crying as she aimed the camera at her and took pictures. The camera just made a clicking sound without a flash. Hermione hoped the pictures came out. Her mother would kill her if they didn't. Luna was just standing their, still looking very sleepy. Her chicken remained quiet.

"Come, Miss Grang... I mean, Hermione," Snape said, as he held out his arm to her. Hermione wrapped her arm around his. He led her down the line of torches towards the castle. Just after they passed the last torch, Hermione heard a loud "SQUISH". Snape stopped and looked down, as he lifted his right foot.

"Sorry abou' that, Professor. Fang's had a bad case o' the trots, lately," Hagrid apologetically yelled from behind them. They continue on toward the castle, Snape rubbing and dragging his right foot across the ground, every other step.

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After collecting her over-night bag and shoes from the school's main entrance, Snape led her down into the dungeons. They went past the Potions classroom then took a left down a long corridor. At the end of this corridor was a black door with the Slytherin coat of arms on it. Snape took out his wand and pointed it at the door. He made two quick swishes with his wand but said nothing. The door made a loud click as the lock disengaged. Snape opened it and stood aside to let her through. Hermione was so nervous, she almost asked if he was supposed to carry her across the threshold. Gathering up as much of her Gryffindor courage as she could, Hermione moved forward, entering Snape's private chambers.

It wasn't what she expected. The room she had entered was large with a high beam ceiling above it, similar to her own common room. She knew it had to be magical. All the rooms in the dungeons had low stone ceilings. To her amazement, this room also had a large window in the far wall. A set of glass doors was just to its right. Hermione walked up to the large window and looked out. The view was of the lake and forest. She knew this had to be a magical window. They were actually under part of the lake by at least thirty feet. If this window was real, she should be able to see the giant squid swim by. She could see a small terrace just outside the window.

"This magical window is amazing. I'd swear we were in the East Tower," she told Snape, as she continued to stare out the window at the night sky.

"There is nothing magical about that window, Miss Granger. We are in the East Tower," he informed her. Hermione gave him a puzzled look. Snape pointed back at the door. "The door we entered is magical, not the windows." She looked at the door they had just entered. There were two. "The one on the left will take you directly to the dungeons, the other leads to the corridor in the East Tower," he explained. Now Hermione understood how the professors always seemed to move through the castle so quickly. They each had their own short cuts. "Only use the door on the right, Miss Granger. It would be very bad if you were to find yourself alone in the dungeons after classes," Snape warned her.

"Don't call me that. I'm not Miss Granger, any more," she told him. He just seemed to ignore her. She took a good look around the room she was standing in. The room was filled with bookshelves on three of the four walls. There was a large fireplace covered in cobwebs that looked like it hadn't been used since before she was born. There were two dark green, leather chairs sitting by the window and a large green couch in front of the fireplace. A huge black desk was on the opposite wall from the fireplace. It was covered with scrolls, quills, and pieces of parchment. The couch was covered with three large cauldrons and five small one it, leaving no room for anyone to sit. Both the chairs were filled with taped-up boxes. The only place to sit was at the desk. The floor was littered with the odd cauldron and empty jar.

"This place is a mess. Why haven't the house-elves cleaned this up?" Hermione asked with a look of disgust on her face.

"I don't allow those creatures inside my private chambers," Snape stated. "I have very sensitive things in here. I can't afford to have them going through everything."

"House-elves have been cleaning this castle since it was first built. I think they know how to clean a Potions master's room without blowing up the castle," Hermione said.

"I value my privacy, Miss... Hermione. I'm quite capable of cleaning my own chambers," he told her.

"You call this clean?" Hermione asked, looking around in revulsion.

"I've been very busy as of late. Your arrival is premature. I would have tended to it in time," he explained. Hermione noted that he didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed by the room's appearance. "Come, I will show you the rest."

Snape led her through door just right of fireplace. "The is the private kitchen. I don't use it for preparing meals, just experiments and preparing ingredients," he said. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes or her nose. The room was filled with dirty cauldrons, stacked to the roof. The counters were covered with old rotten potions ingredients. Jars of pickled animal parts were sitting open, covered with mold. Not wanting to add her dinner to the mess, Hermione turned and left the room.

They entered the room that was just left of the fireplace. It was the bedchamber. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. A large oak bureau with a mirror was covered in dirty clothes. All the drawers were open with underwear, shirts, and socks stuffed haphazardly in them. The odd dirty cauldron was sitting here and there, but not as bad as in the other rooms. The bed wasn't made. The sheets were all tangled together on top of the mattress with the pillows and bedspread lying on the floor in front on the bed. In the corner, just right of one the nightstands, was a dark moldy-looking thing. Hermione cautiously approached it. She took out her wand and gave the object a poke. "What is this?" Hermione asked with revulsion.

"I believe that's an old cloak of mine. I've been meaning to throw it out. It was ruined a few months back during a Quidditch match when it suddenly caught fire," Snape said, as he looked over her shoulder at the black blob on the floor.

"Caught fire at a Quidditch match?" Hermione said, as she turned to face him. "That happened over five years ago," she heatedly said.

"I seriously doubt it has been that long ago," Snape assured her.

"Yes it has. I should know. I set the bloody thing on fire, myself," she angrily told him.

"You set my cloak on fire?" Snape angrily spat back at her.

"I thought you were cursing Harry, at the time. I didn't know it was Quirrell," she answered. Snape continue to glare at her. Hermione glared right back at him, realizing that this room hadn't been cleaned in at least five years. And that she was supposed to live here, now. There were two doors left to explore. One was undoubtedly the bathroom, and the other had to a closet. Hermione reached for one of the door handles. Sucking in a breath first, to prepare her for what she might see, she yanked open the door. A black tidal wave of dirty robes, pants, and shirts engulfed her as they spilled out of the over-stuffed, large walk-in closet. Hermione was quickly sent to floor, buried under the pile of filthy clothes.

"I was in a hurry to retrieve my dress robes. I may not have put everything back in place," Snape said to her, as she dug her way out from under his soiled wardrobe. She just gave him a murderous stare. Unable to bring herself to speak to him without throwing a hex, Hermione decided to check the bathroom, instead.

She opened the door very carefully, standing off to one side. When nothing fell out of the doorway, she peeked her head inside to have a look. The horror was beyond her comprehension. The gray tile floor had mold in all the grout. The large claw-foot bathtub was half filled with black, smelly water. Six cauldrons were soaking in it. The white porcelain sink had rust and mold on it, both faucets continually dripping. The toilet was the most disgusting thing Hermione had ever laid eyes on. She knew if she puked into the toilet, it would help the smell. The professor apparently had a very bad aim late at night when he got out of bed to relieve himself. Hermione slowly backed her way out of the bathroom, careful not to touch anything.

"This is the most disgusting place I have ever seem!" Hermione loudly declared. "Mountain trolls live cleaner than this."

"It may be due for a once-over, I have to admit," Snape said, as he looked into the bathroom.

Hermione look up at him and said in a furious voice, "GET OUT!"

"What?" Snape asked, as he gave her a cold stare.

"Get out and don't come back for at least at least thirty minutes. If I have to sleep in this hellhole tonight, I'll need at lease that much time to make it livable," she angrily told him.

"Fine, I return in half an hour," Snape said, as he snatched an old green and white nightshirt off of the bedpost it was draped over. He slammed the door as he left.

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It took nearly an hour and all Hermione's knowledge of magic to make the bedroom livable. The bathroom was still a disaster, but at least now she could use the sink and toilet without fear of catching a deadly disease. The bed and its bedding took nearly two-dozen cleaning charms to clean properly. She shrank all of Snape's clothes, stuffing them into the loose cauldrons and packing it all in the closet. She didn't how it was possible that Snape, of all people, could live like this. His clothes were always neat and clean. He kept the Potions classroom and his office spotless. How was it possible that the same human being lived here?

Feeling that the room was as good as she could get, without the use of a flamethrower, Hermione changed into her nightgown, without knickers, packing her wedding dress away in her bag. She pulled back the bedspread and climbed on top of the large bed. Hermione remembered what her mother had told her. Take control right away and don't ever let it go. That would be easier said than done with a man like Snape. Hermione pointed her wand at the door to open it. She had placed a locking charm on it to keep him out until she was ready. Staring at the door, Hermione felt anything but ready. She kept picturing a wild beast of a man breaking through it to ravage her. She would keep her wand under the pillow just in case. She released the locking charm and nervously waited on the bed.

Thirty seconds later, Snape entered the room. He was wearing the nightshirt he had taken with him. He looked slightly agitated and uptight, to Hermione. As he approached the bed, Hermione held up her hand and said, "STOP!" He froze at the foot of the bed.

"What?" he asked, looking very impatient.

"I want to see it," Hermione boldly stated.

"See what?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"IT!" Hermione forcefully said. "I'm not letting you touch me unless I know what I'm getting into."

"We don't have time for these foolish games," Snape sharply told her.

"This is my first time, Professor. Nothing about this is a game to me," Hermione said with as much authority as she could muster.

"Very well. I'll indulge your perverted sense of curiosity if it will speed things along," Snape told her. He then reached down and grabbed the hem of his nightshirt. He lifted it above his waist. Hermione stare intently at the sight before her. The first thing she noticed was that Snape had very hairy legs. The object of her inquiry took her a bit by surprise. She had seen illustrations of the male organ in many of the books she had read. But the real thing seemed a lot different. To her, it looked like a large breakfast sausage that wasn't packed too well. It was covered in wrinkles, like it belonged on a ninety-year-old man. She had briefly felt Remus's only hours ago. His seemed a lot larger and a lot more solid. Hermione couldn't help but comment on it.

"It's not very big, is it?" she asked.

Snape immediately dropped the nightshirt back down. "I've never had any complaints," he said in a low, dangerous voice.

"It gets bigger, right?" she asked.

"Substantially so," Snape informed her.

"Well? Go ahead. Make it bigger," Hermione ordered.

"It's not as simple as that, Miss Granger," Snape told her. "Like most men, I require some from of stimulus."

"You mean like a dirty magazine?" Hermione asked.

"I do not look at dirty magazines. I prefer a woman's natural beauty," Snape informed her.

"Oh, I get it," Hermione said, giving him a wary look. "I guess I should get this over with. You'll see them soon enough." With that, Hermione reached down and took hold of her nightgown. With one quick movement, she raised it up to her shoulders exposing her bare breasts to him.

Snape seem to study her for a moment. He then smirked at her and said, "They're not very big, are they?" Hermione immediately dropped her nightgown. She knew her breasts were fine. He was only trying to get back at her for calling him small. "The show's over so soon?" he asked in a mocking voice.

"You're a pig," she told him. "Now hurry up and pump up that flabby snake so we can get this over with."

"I'm afraid it doesn't obey direct commands, Miss Granger. It requires a certain amount of coaching. Usually both visual and physical," he informed her.

"You mean, you have to toss off to get it up," Hermione clarified.

"I never, as you so eloquently put it, toss off," Snape said with an insulted look on his face.

"Isn't there some potion you can take to speed things along?" Hermione asked.

"There are over seven hundred known aphrodisiac potions. Unfortunately, they are not something we normally keep in the school stores," Snape sarcastically said.

"I guess you'll have to do it manually, won't you," Hermione told him.

Snape let out a sigh and said, "Regrettably, you are correct, Miss Granger." Hermione was still bothered by the fact he was calling her Miss Granger instead of Hermione. Snape continued to stand at the end of the bed, just staring at her.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Hermione impatiently asked.

"I can't do it while your staring at me," Snape told her. "Maybe you should go into the bathroom for a moment."

"I thought I was your visual stimulus. Are you saying you don't find me sexually appealing?" Hermione angrily asked, as she placed her hands on her hips. "You're not gay, are you?"

"No, I most certainly am not!" Snape crossly answered. "I just find it difficult to be aroused by one of my sixth-year students. It feels very unprofessional."

'Great! I can't even get laid by the guy I didn't even want to have sex with.' Hermione thought to herself. "Fine. If it'll hurry this up, I'll go to the bathroom," Hermione said, then hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom. She was only in there a minute when there was a knock at the door. She opened the door to find a frustrated looking Snape staring at her. "What now?"

"I still can't," he told her. "Knowing that you're just on the other side of that door knowing what I'm about to do. It's impossible."

"What about all those birthdays of yours? I bet you didn't have any trouble getting it up then," Hermione asked, feeling very perturbed. "Would it help if I asked for fifty quid up front?"

"Fifty?" Snape said in surprise. It took all of Hermione's self-control to keep from kneeing him in the groin at that point. "Those occasions were quite different, Miss Granger. I was already in the mood when I sought those women out. I didn't have it thrust upon me, where I supposed to perform at the drop of a hat."

"What do you want me to do? Leave the castle until you're in the mood?" Hermione sarcastically asked.

"Of course not," Snape answered. "I just need some time to get more comfortable with our situation."

"That might take forever," she impatiently told him. "What if I did it myself?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Miss Granger?" Snape asked with a confused look on his face.

"Since you seem to have trouble getting started, I suggest you let me do it for you. I think most men would prefer that it was someone else's hand doing the work," Hermione explained. Snape raised both his eyebrows high on his forehead as he considered her proposal.

"If you're willing, Miss Granger, I have no objections," he told her.

"I'm willing, but not excited about it," Hermione said with an annoyed look on her face. She then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she told Snape. He walked over and stood in front of her. "I'll just reach under your nightshirt. I don't want to see what I'm doing."

"You know, Miss Granger, there is a method that is preferred by most men," Snape enthusiastically said. "It could speed things up considerably."

"NOT IN YOUR OR MY LIFETIME!" she angrily stated.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Miss Granger. It was only a suggestion," Snape said with a touch of disappointment in his voice.

"I suggest you try hard not to upset me, Professor. Remember where my hand will be," she warned him. Trying not to think of what she was about to do, Hermione slowly reached under Snape's nightshirt and put her hand on his bare left leg. She gradually felt up his thigh until she reached his waist. Hermione shifted her hand to the left, placing it on top of his package. Snape flinched at her touch. "What? Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"No, it's just your hand is a bit cold. Precede, Miss Granger. I'm confident it will warm up fairly quickly," Snape told her. Hermione took his limp phallus in her hand and gave it a good squeeze. Snape let out a loud grunt and said, "Miss, Granger, it doesn't require that firm a grip. Something closer to a caress would be appropriate."

She loosened her grip on him. With a slow steady movement, she began to stroke her hand along his length. To her surprise, it only took half a minute before she felt his member begin to grow. It no longer felt like a piece of large intestine. It was starting to have some structure to it. She looked up at Snape, as she sped up her strokes a little. His eyes were closed and his head was slightly tilted back. After a short time, Hermione guessed that Snape had gotten at least as big as Remus. She would give it another minute to make sure. Snape continue to grow in her hand as she moved her hand from the base to the head. His skin was becoming tight around his hardening member. Hermione guessed that it had grown at least tree times its original size.

"Professor, I think it's ready," Hermione told him as she continued to toss him off. He didn't answer; he just let out a soft moan. "PROFESSOR!" Hermione shouted. Snape snapped out of his blissful stupor at the sound of her voice. "I think it's ready," she repeated. Hermione released her grip on his tool and scooted back on the bed. Snape stared at her with a major tent in his nightshirt. She pulled her gown up past her buttocks and spread her legs slightly open for him. Hermione had never felt more exposed in her life. She was practically inviting Snape, the man she had despised for over five years, to come take her virginity.

Snape climbed on the bed. He positioned himself between her thighs. "Miss Granger, please hand me a pillow?" he asked.

"What for?" Hermione asked. She suddenly had a vision of Snape trying to smother her with it.

"To put under you. We need to get the angle right," he told her. Hermione handed him a pillow. She lifted up so he could place it under her hips. He then lifted both of her legs up a little and leaned forward. Hermione gasped as she felt the swollen head of his member touch her. "This may hurt a little," he told her.

"I'm ready," she said in a shaky voice.

Snape pushed forward with his legs. Hermione felt a stabbing pain, as he applied pressure to her sex. "OWEE, OWEE, OWEE," she screamed. "STOP, STOP. It isn't going to fit," Hermione yelled, as she scrambled backwards away from him, using her elbows.

"Miss Granger, I warned you it would hurt," Snape said with an annoyed look on his face.

"Getting pierced ears hurts. That was bloody torture," Hermione said, as she closed her legs. "Maybe we should wait until you shrink a bit," she suggested.

"It doesn't work that way, Miss Granger. Men only really have two sizes: erect and flaccid," Snape told her.

"It's not going to fit," Hermione firmly said.

"I guarantee you, Miss Granger, it will fit. Need I remind you that in nine months or so, you will be passing something considerably larger back out," Snape said. "Let's try again," he said, patting the pillow in front of him. Snape's nightshirt was gathered around his hips. Hermione saw, for the first time, his monster in all its glory. It looked angry with its large purple head. Reluctantly, Hermione scooted back down to him. Snape repositioned her on the pillow and pushed forward once again.

"AAAAAWWWWWW!!" Hermione screamed, as Snape increased the pressure. He grabbed her by the thighs to get more forward leverage. He started to thrust forward but made no progress. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape finally sank back, taking the pressure off her. Hermione groaned in pain as the tears ran down her face.

"I can't get in," he said through panting breaths.

"What do mean, you can't get in?" Hermione asked, as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You have to get in. That's the only way to seal the contract. If you don't do it, I could end up Mrs. Malfoy."

"I'm well aware what is at stake, Miss Granger. I don't wish to marry that clumsy jester of a woman," he told her.

"I can take the pain, just push harder," she bravely told him.

Snape stared down at her sex for a moment. He looked back up at her and asked, "Miss Granger, have you ever physically aroused yourself?"

"Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am?" she angrily asked.

"You mean to tell me that you have never, not even once in a bath or shower?" Snape disbelievingly asked.

"No, I haven't," she flatly answered.

"That creates quite a problem for us, Miss Granger," he told her.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Miss Granger, your prudish nature has left you with the plumbing of a twelve-year-old," Snape informed her.

"There's nothing wrong with my plumbing," she irritably said. "It's not my fault that I don't have the gaping entrance that your mule dick requires."

"Arguing will get us nowhere, Miss Granger. What I think we need is some lubrication and some blood flow," Snape said.

"You mean like some sort of lotion or oil?" Hermione asked, as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"No oils or lotions should be required. We will use your natural form of lubrication," he told her. "Bringing you to full arousal should be enough."

"How are you going to do that?" she skeptically asked.

"The same way you aroused me," he told her, then stuck his right index finger in his mouth, wetting it. He then took his finger and placed it at her entrance. He ran it up and down the length of her opening. Hermione sucked in a deep breath at the very strange, tingly sensation. Snape pushed his finger halfway into her. She could feel her muscles gripping him. Slowly, he pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in, this time all the way up to the knuckle. He began to push in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. Hermione took two fistfuls of the bed sheet in her hands. If she had known that playing with herself felt this good, she would have done it a lone time ago. She wondered how Ron ever got out of that bathroom.

Hermione felt a wave of disappointment, as Snape removed his finger from her. She gasped loudly, as he put two fingers back in her. There was some pain as he stretched her, but the pleasure was definitely increasing. For two wonderful minutes he used his fingers on her. He then put in three. She grimaced in pain at the increase in pressure, but it was still very pleasurable. Snape started to use his thumb to rub the top of her sex. A huge shock of incredible pleasure shot through her body. Hermione's toes began to curl. She began to thrash her head form side to side, as he sped up his action. She arched her back as she felt a wave of sexual energy build within her. Hermione began to buck her hips as she felt the energy in her getting ready to explode. Suddenly, Snape withdrew his hand from her.

"WHY DID YOU STOP?!!!" she frustratedly screamed at him.

"I believe you're ready, Miss Granger. Besides, if we wait any longer, I'll need to be re-aroused," he told her. Hermione gave him a very disappointed look. Snape positioned himself between her legs once more. He pushed forward with all his strength. Hermione clenched her teeth tightly together as the pain increased. With a soft pop, his head finally entered her. Snape breathed a large sigh of relief at his accomplishment. Hermione felt like she was being stretched to the point that something was about to rip. Gradually, Snape continued to push forward. It took him some time just to get three inches inside her. Hermione felt the pressure suddenly increase.

"Stop. I think you've reached the end," she told Snape.

"I haven't even reached halfway, Miss Granger," Snape said, as a drop of sweat fell from his brow. "I've only reached your maidenhood. I will have to break through," he informed her. Before she could say anything in return, he pulled back, then thrust forward with all his might, burying his member inside her. Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs as the ripping sensation filled her abdomen.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH," she shouted at him, "you could have warned me."

"I guarantee you, Miss Granger, it would only have been worse if you knew what was coming," Snape said, as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're a pig. All men are pigs. I bet your first time didn't hurt like this," Hermione angrily stated. Snape didn't comment. He just slowly withdrew an inch, then gradually pushed back in. Hermione was still in pain, but eventually she got use to it. Snape steadily increased his strokes' speed and length. Through the pain, Hermione began to feel a touch of pleasure. Snape began to thrust even faster. He lifted her legs high until her feet were next to his head. Hermione was beginning to feel the energy build in her once more. She took her legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Snape started to pound into her as hard as he could. Hermione reached down and rubbed the top of her sex with her hands. Her nub had swollen to the size of a thumbnail. Hermione cried out with both pleasure and pain. A huge burst of sexual energy suddenly flowed form her sex to all points of her body. She screamed as her climax overtook her.

Snape sudden went rigid, as he buried himself fully within her. He convulsed, then let out a loud shout of relief, "AAAWWWW!" Hermione felt the weirdest sensation, like someone had shoved a plastic syrup bottle up inside her and gave it a big squeeze. She felt her insides fill with a thick liquid.

"EEEEEWWWWW! What did you do?" Hermione asked Snape with a look a disgust on her face.

"You know perfectly well what I just did, Miss Granger," Snape said, as he wiped his sweat from his forehead and tried to catch his breath. Suddenly, the nightstand to their right began to shake. The drawer popped open and a large piece of parchment shot out. Hermione recognized it as Snape's copy of their marriage contract. It rolled itself up and, with a loud pop, disappeared into thin air.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked, as she looked up at Snape.

"I believe, Miss Granger, that we have just officially completed the terms of the Ministry's contract," Snape said, as he looked down at her with a smile on his face.

Hermione looked deep into her new husband's big black eyes and said, "GET OFF ME, YOU TWIT!!" She pushed him sideways with all her strength. His naked body fell over the side of the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud.

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Next chapter coming soon.

Well, Severus and Hermione are finally hitched. You may have noticed that I didn't go with the standard wedding night scene, where everything goes perfectly and they end up spooning in bed together. Instead, I tried to picture how sex between a thirty-six year old man and a sixteen-year-old girl, who both hate each other and have very little, if any, experience in the bedroom, might go. Don't any of you worry, though. They will both get a lot better at it.

I'm dying to know what everyone thinks, so please review.