Mrs. Snape

A/N: This chapter is probably more serious...maybe. Hope you like it!

Hermione arrived in Potions early the next day and began to set up her books. She purposely ignored the Professor even though he was quite blatantly staring at her. As the first students started filtering in he stood up and said,
“Miss Granger you will see me after class.” The students giggled. News travels fast, Hermione thought glumly. She then conjured her best scowl turning it first on the Professor and then on her guffawing classmates. Severus seemed to interpret this as a challenge of sorts and took his own turn scowling at the class who immediately shut up. The rest of the period passed as uneventfully as possible and Neville who had managed to only melt one of his cauldrons got a small nod of approval from Snape. Hermione dreaded the end of the class. She did not want to talk to Professor Snape about anything. She couldn’t believe that they would be married in one week. She felt sick.
The bell rang and the students filed out leaving Hermione and Snape alone in the classroom. She stayed at her desk, determined to make him come to her. He sauntered over smirking slightly.
“I make you uncomfortable, don’t I?”
“Well, yes, especially when I get a tattoo with your name on it burned on to my arse.” She commented dryly. He smiled at the mental image of his name on her bum and felt himself getting hard.
“Well, we are going to spend the rest of our lives together.” He reminded her.
“Oh goody.”
“Miss Granger, I understand that this situation is difficult for you, but remember I did save you, so your sarcasm is completely unnecessary.”
“Save me? I didn’t need saving!”
“So why did you pick me?
“I could ask you the same question, isn’t it a little perverted, Professor, going after students of my age?”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“Fine. I chose you because the other options happened to be less than satisfactory.”
“See, so I did save you.” He said triumphantly. Hermione giggled at the child-like quality his voice had assumed. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
“I see. Now we must discuss plans for the wedding.”
“Uhm… I have a class…soon.”
“Its five o’clock, Miss Granger.”
“I’m taking advanced Spanish.”
“I see, well then you can meet me in my office after your class.”
“Pero…”
“No buts. This is important and you will be there, or else.” He said menacingly. She cowered slightly before leaving the room with a huffy “fine” and some rude mutterings. He stared after her watching her delicious arse swing as she walked. Her parting image gave him very warm feelings about seeing her in his office…alone…tonight. He grinned

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Hermione rapped on the office door and prepared her face to greet Snape looking sufficiently angry. He opened the door towelling his wet hair dry and wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms. The facial expression she had worked so hard to achieve melted away instantly as she stared at his hard arms and toned upper body. She felt warmth boil inside her. He smirked noting her admiration and mentally congratulated himself for mission ‘look like I just got out of the shower so I have an excuse to be wearing no clothes’.
“Come in, Miss Granger.” She breezed through the door and he picked up the scent of her perfume. She smelt delicious. She was delicious. She sat down at the chair in his office, but he gestured for her to follow him into his rooms. He poured them both a drink before sitting down opposite her in his favourite arm chair.
“Now, there are several issues that we need to discuss regarding this Sunday.” He began, “First of all, do you want a big ceremony or a small one?”
“Uhm, I’m not sure. A smaller one, I guess. I don’t have that many friends, but most of Griffyndor will want to come.” She smirked as he shifted uncomfortably.
“Do you have some friends who could act as bridesmaids for you?” He asked.
“Oh yeah, Ginny and Lavender would love to. Do you have a best man?”
“I thought that Draco would be a suitable choice.” He said, a smile playing on his lips. “Now, what will you wear?”
“I can’t tell, its bad luck!” He sighed at this and decided not to press the issue. Hermione gulped. She hadn’t even thought about wedding clothes. It looked like Ginny and Lavender would have to help her with something else as well.
“Now, about the wedding night…” She cringed at these words. “I must know, Hermione, are you a virgin?”
“Yes…”
“I see, have you given much thought to the fact that we will have to have sex?”
“Yes…”
“I see. It will probably not be comfortable, but I will do my best to please.”
“Urgh, Professor.” He looked hurt and she suddenly felt very guilty. “Sorry, it’s just, this is happening very fast.” She mumbled in apology.
He smiled. Well, it wasn’t really a smile, but his lips moved upwards a bit. Thinking about his lips made her blush and the warm feeling returned. She smiled to herself.
“Once again Miss Granger I am getting the feeling that I am a joke to you.” He muttered. “I suppose that you are not smiling about anything in particular. I do hope that you aren’t mentally ill. That would leave me in quite a predicament. Now it’s nearing curfew which means you should return to your dormitory.” He stood up and led her out to the door. On the way he got an evil plan and with the help of some wandless magic and a mischievous smile, Hermione found herself falling towards the floor. She braced herself ready to feel the wood hit her flesh when she felt herself being caught. Severus inwardly grinned as he helped her up managing to cop a feel of her left breast. It was soft and warm, just like he knew it would be. By this time they had reached the door and he looked down at her and said,
“It seems that once again, I have rescued you, Miss Granger. I think I deserve a reward.” She gulped at his statement.
“And what type of reward would you like Professor?”
“A goodnight kiss.” He demanded grinning maliciously. She stood on her tiptoes and moved her lips in the direction of his cheek, but he moved and she soon found herself kissing the Professor. Properly. He licked his tongue over her lips and she opened them, allowing him to explore. Her mind was in turmoil. She was kissing her Professor…and she was enjoying it. When he finally released her she was panting and her lips were pink. He smiled, a proper smile.
“Goodnight Miss Granger.” And then closed the door in her face. She looked at the door and then made a rude hand gesture towards it before storming away.

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The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. Hermione Granger sighed as she stood in front of the mirror. Lavender and Parvati were around her fluffing her hair and applying mascara. Draco was in the other corner of the common room pretending to read. He had wanted to actually read, but Hermione in her wedding dress was a very distracting image. After Lavender informed her that it was tradition that wizarding brides wore the colour of their future husband’s house Hermione had not been happy. Never the less, she and Lavender had chosen a perfect green dress. Although Draco would never tell, Hermione looked amazing. He shook his head then looked at his watch.
“Are you girls nearly ready. You’re going to miss your own wedding if you’re not careful, Granger.”
“Shut up, Malfoy.” Draco had noticed that the closer the wedding date got, the more “shut-up Malfoys” he got.
“Particularly articulate today, I see. I guess it’s not really necessary, the only thing you have to say today is ‘I do’. Even you can manage that, eh Granger?
“Shut up, Malfoy!”
“Make me.” Draco cowered as she turned and gave him a look that would have wilted the whomping willow. “Ok, please don’t. I’ll be quiet, but we have to go!”
Lavender and Parvati did one final circle of Hermione before giving her the OK. Hermione’s fingers were shaking. So were her legs and arms. She felt Draco take her arm and escort her to the Astrology tower where the ceremony was to be held. Parvati and Lavender trailed behind. All too soon the procession was standing outside the doors of the tower waiting to enter.

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Snape stood at the Altar waiting for his bride. She’s late, he thought. Although he couldn’t tell her, he felt sorry for her. She was being forced to spend the rest of her life with an ugly old miser. He sighed. Poor Hermione. His thoughts of self-hate were suddenly disturbed when he saw the door at the end of the Astronomy Tower open. He tried to breathe, but he couldn’t. He felt like he didn’t have to anymore. Hermione was stunning. He couldn’t think fo another word. He felt like he’d been hit with Stupefy. Her dress swept along the ground, giving the impression that she was hovering. It was a deep green. He smiled, she looked good in green. It complimented her hazel eyes. Her mane of bushy curls had been done up with silver snakes that twined in and out of her locks. As she walked towards him he thought, ‘Breathe, you have to live at least until tonight.’ He couldn’t wait.

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Mrs. Snape looked up at the twinkling stars above her. She was on the balcony of the astronomy tower having taken a breather from the festivities. She was feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Everything had changed. She was no longer Hermione Granger. She looked at the ring on her finger. Severus had given it to her having decided she needed more than a tattoo on her bum. It was platinum with little stones all around it. They weren’t diamonds, more like little stars. When she looked closely at them, she felt like she could see the whole universe. When she had questioned the Professor about them he had told her ‘You’ll have to figure it out.” She liked the fact that he had given her a ring that was a conundrum. Suddenly she felt a soft kiss on her neck. She turned then scowled.
“Where did you come from?”
“The feast.”
“Ha ha. You scared me.”
“Good, a witch like you must be kept on her toes.”
“Hmph.”
“I was thinking that it might be time for us to leave…”
“Uhm...” Her mind ran though a list of possible excuses. Too late she thought as he picked her up honeymoon style and carried her down the outer stairs to the dungeons. The door opened and he carried her inside, into his bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. She gulped nervously. Then he was on top of her covering her with small kisses. He made his way down her body removing parts of the dress as he came to them. He gasped when he uncovered her breasts. She suddenly felt a whole lot more beautiful and began to join in more, running her hands through his hair and caressing his face. Eventually he had pulled the whole dress off and she was left in her green lace knickers, stockings and shoes. He pulled each of her shoes off, then the stockings and then her knickers. Instead of a gasp, she heard a fierce growl. She knew he liked what he saw.

Severus stared down at her pretty little bush that framed the most beautiful pair of pussy lips ever. He began to lap at them. He heard a sharp intake of breath and felt her hands pulling his head to her core. She was warm and wet and tasted delicious. He smiled to himself as he continued to enjoy her. Above him he heard her moans and felt her grinding her hips. When he pushed a finger into her and flicked her clit at the same time she screamed. He came back up to her face kissing her on the lips. She began to remove his clothing and he began to feel sexy and manly. She was doing this of her own accord. She must want him, he thought. When he was completely naked he positioned himself at her entrance. She whimpered.

“It’s all right.” He said. “We’ll take it slow.” Easier said than done, he thought as he started to push into her. His cock was begging him to flatten her to the mattress, to bang her into oblivion, but he refused to. Instead he slowly eased himself in, allowing her to accommodate him. He reached her hymen and reached down between them stroking her clit. When he pushed though she gasped. He looked into her eyes worriedly to see if she was all right and she smiled contently back. When he was all the way in he began to pull out again, before pushing back, increasing his tempo with each thrust. She was amazing, so hot, so tight, so responsive. She had this innocence about her which was so sexy. He was so glad she was his. He felt himself tightening up and he pounded faster seeking relief. She drove him over the edge by clamping her muscles around him. She gasped as she felt him empty into her. It was a beautiful feeling and it sent her own orgasm crashing down on her. He stayed in her for a while staring into her eyes. She stared back. Suddenly she felt like laughing. A giggle escaped her.
“I hope that my efforts were not interpreted as comedic to you, Madame Snape. I may be old, but I believe I thanks to me you came twice?”
“Yeah, well, I just thought it would be better, longer, you know Professor.” She said, teasingly with a malicious glint in her eye.
“Well then, you’ll be happy to hear we haven’t even started yet.” He said, already aroused at hearing her call him Professor. She giggled as he rolled back on to her. The rest of the night was spent in many different positions in nearly every room of the Potions Master’s chambers. By the end, Hermione had come so many times she couldn’t have counted them had she tried. She couldn’t believe she had ever lived life without sex. Never again, she thought. She may not love the snarky Potion’s Master, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use him for sex.

A/N: Ummm. Yeah. Sorry about the wait. I'm a busy girl. Next chapter will be up eventually...Should include Hermione settling in, delaing with school, and the start of he preganancy. Also probably more Harry and Ron, cos they weren't really in this chapter. Any suggestions/CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms are welcome :):):):)