The Bond

CHAPTER TWO


Hermione barely touched her dinner. The heated sensations swirling in her belly making the consumption of food nearly impossible. She couldn’t keep her eyes from sliding to him time and time again throughout the meal. He wasn’t handsome exactly. He didn’t have that tall, dark and handsome air about him like Harry. Or even the cute, slightly quirky charm possessed by Ron. He did possess a rather stoic, severe beauty however, that she had never noticed before. In profile she could se his rather prominent nose, hooked slightly at the end. He had a long face, with angular features. No, he would never be conventionally handsome, but in his own way, he was beautiful.
He escorted her back to their apartment after dinner, and then left her briefly so he could address the Slytherin house in their common room. He had been gone longer than he had intended, and he was beginning to feel her sadness. As he approached their rooms, he decided he would begin researching a potion to help her when they were separated, perhaps he could create an elixir that contained their essences to be used when they couldn’t be with one another. He entered their rooms, expecting to have her rush into his arms. Instead he found the sitting room empty. The fire was burning in the hearth, and on the table beside his chair was a snifter of brandy and a plate of chocolate biscuits.
He smiled as he took his seat. He picked up a small notecard.

Severus,

I went to bed, thought maybe I could sleep through it. I fixed you a drink and a snack, enjoy.

Yours,
Hermione


How very…wife like. He thought as he took a drink and reached for the plate. If there was one thing about Severus that would surprise most people, it was his love of chocolate. He finished his drink and his snack, his brain beginning to formulate a recipe for the elixir. He stood, removing his robes and tossing them over the back of the sofa as he walked to his bedroom. He could see her, curled up under the covers on the far side of the bed. His wife, who’d have thought it. Shaking off his wayward ponderings, he removed his clothes, tossing them to a chair in the corner, and slipped into bed. Tomorrow he would begin his research.

When morning came, Hermione awoke to find herself draped across her husband’s chest. She moved off to the side to look at him. He was so peaceful when he slept. She had heard him climb into bed the night before. Immediately he had sensed her need and reached out to pull her against him, wrapping her securely in his arms. He had held her throughout the night, making certain that they had skin to skin contact at all times. It was the only way either one of them were able to get any sleep.
She reached out and pushed his hair off of his face. It wasn’t greasy at all, but instead it was so shiny it felt like silk between her fingers. His jaw was darkened with stubble, and the lips that were normally tight, and scowling, were soft, and relaxed. He looked almost boyish in his sleep, definitely younger. His shoulders were broad, his chest and torso lean, but well defined. His stomach was flat and well muscled, a trait she found quite attractive in a man.. She let her gaze trace over the hair on his chest, how it narrowed as it moved down to swirl around the indentation of his navel, then proceeded lower to disappear beneath the sheet at his hips. She cast a quick glance at his face, his eyes were closed, but did she dare?
He was her husband, she had the right to look. She was curious, she’d never seen a man’s penis before, at least not up close and personal. She pulled her bottom lips between her teeth as she pushed the sheet lower. She moved slowly, not wanting to wake Severus with her curious exploring. It was too late. He had been awake since the moment she moved off him. He was watching beneath lowered lids as he pretended to sleep. He was interested to see just how far she would actually go. She pushed the sheet down, past his hips and he heard her gasp when she saw him. He was fully erect, as was typical of the morning, and quite naked.
“Curiosity satisfied?” He asked. She jumped when she heard his voice.
“You’re awake!” She squeaked, her face flushing.
“Of course, you didn’t think I would actually be able to sleep with you ogling me did you?” He asked, arching his brow.
“I’m sorry…”
“Nothing to be sorry about, you’re going to have to get used to me at some point.” He drawled. He apparently had no modesty as he didn’t bother to try and cover himself. He simply folded his arms beneath his head and stared at her.
“You’re not angry?” She asked.
“No, I expected you would become curious at some point.” Her gaze once again drifted to his erection.
“Is it always like that?” She asked.
“No, not always.” He smirked.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Why is it so big?” She reached out to touch, then thought better of it and jerked her hand away.
“All the better to please you with my dear.” He said with a sneer.
“You don’t think…” She sat up, backing off the bed. “You don’t think your putting that thing in me do you?” She asked, a horrified expression.
“Well, not at the moment, but eventually, yes.” He was smiling. A smile should have made him look more relaxed, happy even, but it made him look even more sinister.
“Oh no your not!” He sat up, and she ran, locking herself into the bathroom. He began to laugh. He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed, it felt hoarse, and rusty. He climbed out of bed and pulled on his robe. Standing outside the bathroom door he could hear her pacing inside.
“Hermione.” He said, knocking gently on the door. “Open up love.”
“No! You keep that thing away from me Severus Snape!” She shouted from the other side.
“I wasn’t planning on taking you Hermione, you’re the one who decided to go exploring!” He was smiling, he couldn’t seem to stop, he was actually enjoying this.
“You didn’t tell me you were deformed.” He threw his head back as he laughed. It was quite clear that his little bride was innocent.
“I’m larger than normal, yes, but I assure you, I am not deformed in any way, shape or form.” She cracked the door open, looking at him through the crack.
“You really can’t mean to put that….there.” She said.
“Eventually, yes.” He said.
“But…it’ll never fit!” She shrieked.
“I promise you, it will fit just fine, and you will love how well it fits, I promise.”
“You’ll tear me apart.” She whispered. He pushed open the door and clasped her hand. He pulled her to the bench at the end of their bed and sat her down as he kneeled in front of her.
“When the time comes for us to consummate this marriage, I promise you, I will make certain you are more than ready to receive me.” He was smirking again, he couldn’t seem to help it. This conversation was ridiculous and he couldn’t believe he was actually having it.
“How will you do that?” She asked.
“Oh….well….how is it you know nothing of this Hermione? You are the most intelligent witch I have ever come across, why are you so ignorant of sex?”
“No one bothered to tell me, and its not like I had boys lined up at the door for me Severus.” She cocked her head to the side as she stared at him. “Are you going to teach me?”
“Very well then.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. “When we are ready to move forward, I will kiss you. I will touch, and caress you until you are aroused.” He watched in amazement as her amber eyes darkened and the tip of her tongue stroked over her lips.
“How?” she asked somewhat breathlessly. Severus’s brow furrowed. Could it be that his little wife was becoming excited by this conversation? He decided to test this new theory, if he was right, it would prove to be quite useful later. He rose from the floor, climbing onto the bench behind her, he reclined against one of the elaborately carved posts on the footboard. He pulled her back so that she reclined into his chest, nestled between his thighs.
“First, I would kiss you.” He cupped her chin in his hand, arching her neck and tilting her lips up to accept his kiss. He moved slowly, letting his lips glide over hers, demanding nothing, simply tasting. He opened his lips over hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, letting his tongue slide over it. When she began to whimper, he took advantage and slid his tongue inside her mouth, letting it glide along hers, encouraging her to reciprocate. When she let her own tongue venture into his mouth, he suckled gently, thrilled when she began to tremble. He broke the kiss, leaving her panting, staring at him through lowered, glassy eyes. “Next, I’ll touch you.” He let his fingertips feather over her shoulders, and down her arms, retracing their path back up. He slid them under the tiny, spaghetti straps of her cotton nightgown to stroke over her collarbones before letting his hands dip beneath the edge and caress her breasts. “I’ll caress, and fondle them.” He cupped the soft globes, squeezing and kneading gently. “You have lovely tits my dear, so round and soft.” He let his fingers pinch her hardened nipples. She arched her back, moaning and pressing more fully into his hands. “You like that don’t you?” He whispered low. “I’ll take these sweet little buds between my lips to suck and lick, you’ll like that even more.” He continued to touch, and stroke her breasts with one hand, while he slid the other hand down, over her stomach and into the curls at the juncture of her thighs. “And I will touch you here.” He slid his fingers into her folds, pleased to find that she was already swollen and soaked with her arousal. “I’ll stroke you here…” He let his finger trail over her clit. “on your little clit. It feels good doesn’t it?” She moaned, pressing her hips forward. “I’ll use my tongue on you as well. I’ll lick and suck at your sweet little quim until you are screaming my name for all in this blasted castle to hear.” He let his hand slide lower, the tip of his middle finger dipping slightly into her tight opening.

“My goodness, you are so wet Hermione. I’ll part your pretty white thighs and slide between them.” He pressed his finger inside her, somewhat startled by just how tight she actually was. “I’m going to put my cock inside you. You are so tight, its going to feel so good squeezing me.” He pressed the heal of his palm against her clit and began to stroke his finger in and out of her slick passage. “Then I’ll fuck you. I’ll slide my cock in and out of you over and over again. Do you know how good it will feel to have your hot little cunt wrapped around me?” He began to nibble the side of her neck as he stroked her. Her hips were thrusting against his hand, her cries becoming louder and louder as he continued to pump her with his fingers. “I cant wait to fell you come around me, squeezing me until I come so hard and long inside you that you will wonder if you will ever be free of me.” He pressed his finger up, stroking against the small, spongy pad of her g-spot. “Come for me.” He growled against her ear, smiling when he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his fingers.

“Sev…Oh dear God!” Minerva McGonagall walked into the bedroom. No one had answered her call, and she wondered if they had forgotten the morning meeting. She hadn’t expected to walk in on…..that. She closed her eyes and turned to flee, only to slam hard into the stone wall and fall to the floor unconscious.



A/N: Oh yes, there is much more to come, just give me a bit of time as my hubby leaves for Iraq on Wed.....I promise though, I intend to spend the time apart writing many, many tales to appease my poor perverted mind LOL