The Little Flat

Chapter 2

After setting the table, Hermione placed the stew in a serving dish and sent it, along with a plate of hot rolls to the table. She took a bottle of wine out of the rack to serve with dinner and made her way to the alcove to wait for Severus to join her. The view from the room wasn’t much, but she could watch as the sun setting in the sky. The purples and reds the sun set off before it disappeared over the horizon brought to mind another time she witnessed such a display…her honeymoon in Dover. It seemed almost a lifetime ago, she wished that she had listened to her heart and to her mother when both had misgivings about marrying Ron Weasley.


Begin Flashback

“I’m just saying, dear that perhaps you shouldn’t rush into this marriage. It shouldn’t matter if you delay the wedding a few months, not if you both really love each other.”

“Mum, Mrs Weasley has already started making the arrangements…”

“Excuse me, but why is Molly Weasley arranging my daughter’s wedding? That task is supposed to be mine.”

“She just, well she sort of took it upon herself I guess, right after Ron and I announced our engagement, she went into a wedding planning frenzy. I really didn’t have the heart to stop her. Besides, she knows what is needed for a Wizarding wedding ceremony.”

“Tell me that your father and I are at least invited or has she forgotten she didn’t give birth to you? Look, Hermione, I don’t like this one bit, it seems as though you’re being pushed into this marriage way to fast. ”

“I know it seems that way, mom, and sometimes it does feel that way. But what can I do, I can’t just call off the wedding, everyone is expecting Ron and me to get married.”

“Hermione, what does your heart say?”

“That I do love Ron, but I don’t know if it’s the kind of love to build a marriage upon.”

“Then why are you going through with it. Why are you allowing Molly Weasley and everyone else to dictate what you should do?”

“Mum, it’s my decision, okay. I don’t want to disappoint everyone, especially Ron, he does love me, and maybe I’ll come to love him the same way.”

End Flashback

Hermione sighed to herself, why hadn’t she listened to her Mum. If only, all those years ago, she had stood up to Molly and everyone else and told them she wasn’t ready to actually get married yet maybe then things wouldn’t be in such a mess.


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Severus stepped into the alcove, Hermione, with a faraway look in her eyes, was obviously lost in her thoughts. He stood in the doorway and observed her for a moment. The last rays of the sun casting her in an ethereal light the beauty of the moment almost took his breathe away. Breaking out of his own musings, he stepped up to the table and sat in the chair across from her.

“Dinner smells wonderful.”

Hermione didn’t respond she still sat there looking out the window at nothing.

In his best professorial voice, Severus spoke a bit louder, “Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger for inattentiveness.”

“What?”

“Ah, you’re back. I was saying dinner smells wonderful. You were off in your own little world. Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, I was just thinking of my mum and dad. I haven’t gone to see them in over a month. Well, let’s eat, I’m famished.”


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After dinner found our couple on the sofa Hermione reclining with her legs up on Severus’ lap reading the newest edition of Potions Monthly. Severus’ hand was absentmindedly rubbing her leg as he read his copy of the same journal.

“What an idiot,” Hermione mumbled as she read one of the articles.

“Who’s an idiot?"

“Uh. Oh, Vanderwilder, I mean really who can take him seriously.”

“I concur, the man is an idiot. How he ever became a Potions Master is beyond my comprehension.”

“How does he get articles printed in here? I mean you’d have to be blind not to see what tripe he’s written.”

“His brother-in-law is an editor for the journal.”

“That explains it.” Hermione said with a smirk planted firmly on her face.

Severus put the journal down as he leaned back and stared at the fire. He needed to talk to Hermione he had come to a decision, one that could change things for the both of them. Looking over towards her, he noticed the bottom portion of her robe had slid open revealing a very naked leg that his hand couldn’t help but slowly travel the length of up to her inner thigh.

Hermione felt Severus’ hand going up her leg stopping just short of the juncture of her thighs. Keeping the journal in front of her she waited to see what he would do next, she didn’t have long to wait as she felt his tongue taking the same route that his hand just travelled. Suddenly her leg was lifted, and placed on his shoulder, she felt him move forward, and the journal yanked from her hands and tossed to the floor.

“Now that I have your undivided attention…” Severus said as he lifted her gown, “No knickers? You naughty witch, I’ll just have to take full advantage of that.” The next thing she heard was her own moans as Severus’ talented tongue delved between her legs arousing her as only he was able to.

“Mmm, I never get tired of the taste of you, my love.”

“Severus, please…”

Smiling up at her he said, “Always so impatient,” before returning to his task.

Hermione’s hand sought out his head, her fingers grabbing onto his hair to hold him in place as she writhed under his ministrations.

Grabbing hold to her hips, Severus held her as still as he was able as he drove her to the edge of the precipice. Taking her clit between his lips, he sucked on it pushing her over the edge. Her moans and cries making it clear he achieved his goal.

“Oh Gods, Severus, what you do to me,” said Hermione as her breathing returned to normal.

“Complaining, my dear?”

“Never.”

“Shall we continue this somewhere more comfortable, like our bed?”

“Wonderful idea, my love.”