An Unusual Solution

Hermione and Severus appeared in the front room of the house, and the first thing she did was lean down and pull off her shoes. “This are painful on the toes after awhile.” She explained.



“I can understand that. I frequently go about with shoes.” He said.



“You do? Good I’ll leave them off.” She nervously glanced at his bedroom.



“Hermione,” she looked over at him nervously, “I think we should wait a few days before having sex. We got married within a few days of hearing the threat and I just think we should take a day or two to get comfortable with each other. Do you agree?”



“Yes,” she said with a sigh, “that would be much appreciated.” She looked around then back at him. “Do you want me to be sleep in the guest room?” She asked.



“No, no of course not.” He said. “I think sleeping together will help us get used to each other, but as far as being intimate, a day or two would be a benefit to us I think.”



“Yes I agree. I am a bit nervous.” She said softly.



“Well then, do you want to get change?” He asked.



“Yes, I’d like to get out of this dress, I’m not the dress up type.” She said, then giggled.



“What’s so funny?” He asked her.



“I was just thinking that it’s a good thing we aren’t doing anything physical tonight because I’m so tired, it wouldn’t be very good.”



“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” He added with a chuckle of his own. “Well, I’ll let you get ready for bed while I close lock up the house.”



She heard him putting out the lights, and setting up the wards, while she quickly changed into her lounge pants and cami top. She looked in the mirror and saw her breasts through the thin fabric. She thought about putting on a bra but she never slept with one and it was pointless to wear one now. She was married now and her new husband would see her as she normally was. She wasn’t about to start changing things now.



She got into his bed and found it the most comfortable bed she had ever gotten into. His blankets were warm and inviting. She was settling into bed when he walked in. ‘Is this your side?” She asked.



“I move around a lot so I don’t really have a side. You can sleep in any spot you feel comfortable in.” He moved to the drawers and pulled out a pair of black sleep pants, then began shuffling in the others clearly looking for something and not finding it.



“Are you looking for something?” She asked raising on her elbow.



“A comfortable shirt to sleep in.” He told her.



“What do you normally sleep in?” She asked.



“Just these.” He said nudging the sleeping pants in his shoulder.



“Just sleep in those then. Don’t make any changes just for me.’ She told him. He looked back at her and then gave a nod, before moving to the bathroom. She heard him use the loo, then she heard the sink running and the brushing of teeth.



She relaxed in the bed and soon found her body losing strength. She would easily get addicted to his bed. The light in the bathroom went out and he put out the lights. She could still make out his shadow as he crawled into bed.



They lay there facing each other in silence for a moment. He had left on a single candle on the wall near the door. When they fell sleep his house elf would put it out. She could make out his face in the soft light. He was relaxed and looking at her.



She would have been nervous at his gaze but his bed had relaxed her so much that she didn’t mind. She rested her hand palm up between them and opened her fingers. He slipped his own hand over hers and laced his fingers with hers.



She found his warm hand oddly comforting. She knew she had made the right choice in going to him. He would be a good man to have a life with. She gave his fingers a light squeeze. He responded by running his thumb along hers.



The combination of his caress of her hand, and the cushioning of his bed pulled her into a comforting sleep and she drifted off.





Severus took her to two of his favorite bookstores. He loved going through bookstores that were packed floor to ceiling with used books. He always found out of print copies and rare tombs in places like these. He knew Hermione would like it too, and he was right.



It had been two days since they were married and he had seen her many times going through his own books. He had a library but hadn’t gotten around to organizing it so the shelves were empty and book were littered around his house. He told her the day after they married, that she could deal with the library if she wanted and she took charge of it. She had spent a full afternoon going through his books and filling up shelves. He had brought lunch to her and they ate on the floor of the library among the stacks of books, like an indoor picnic. He felt a little guilty about it but then again it had given her something to do while he dealt with letters that needed his attentions.



His parents had passed several years ago and left him with the estate. He didn’t want to leave his own home, he liked Spinners End, so he sold the house and began investing, which was a wise decision. Just like Hermione his time was his own.



He was right about her enjoying the bookstores and she vanished inside them. He had to go hunting for her several times only to find her with a book or two added to her pile. “Alright,” she said, when he found her again, “I think I should stop.”



He chuckled at the seven books in her arms. He took the book and they were wrapped and shrank after he paid for them. “Would you like lunch?” He asked.



“Yes, I’m starving.” She said taking his arm. She liked how he let her hold him how she wanted. The day after they married and went to the market, she looped her arm in his and he did nothing, merely crooked his arm and led her around.



They found a lovely diner and were seated. They ordered and had their drinks when Hermione spoke. “I’m going to sell my parents home and most of the furniture. There are only a few pieces I want.”



“Like what?” He asked, not caring about the house. He had sold his own parents home after all.



“The desk in the office would be useful in the library, and that guest room could use some more pieces too. I’d like to put some of the sentimental items in that room where they wont be bothered.”



“You don’t want to change the guest room. I never really use it.” He ventured.



“Well, would you be adverse to any of my friends using it instead of hotel.” She asked.



“No, I don’t mind.” He said surprising her, but she was finding out that Severus was a completely different man from the teacher she had once known, and she liked it.



As they ate lunch, Severus knew he had to talk to her. ‘Did you see the paper?” He asked.



“Yes, I did.” The ministry had mentioned the law. It hadn’t been official announced or sent for enactment, but it was mentioned to the public. “I thought they might not say anything until they were ready to begin it but I guess they want to find out what the reaction would be.”



“Yes, I thought that too. If they are ready to announce it however, that means they are going to push hard for it.” He said. “Hermione, being married may have saved us but the Ministry could challenge us if they ever find out that out marriage is unconsummated.” He said with a calm voice.



“I know they can.” She lifted her eyes to his. “We should make sure they cant say anything about us then.”



“Yes we should.” He told her, meeting her eyes. Both understood what needed to be done.



Severus held her hand while they slept the past two days they had been married. He also slept close to her, and she enjoyed the feeling of his bare chest against her. She knew that consummating their marriage would be no problem, and Severus wasn’t one to make her feel uncomfortable.



After they finished lunch, they gathered they packages and went home. Hermione put the books they bought in the library and when she came into the hall she found Severus holding out a glass to her.



She took a drink of the wine and then downed the whole glass. She gave him one look and then went to their bedroom. It was three in the afternoon but there was no point in waiting until tonight.



She had removed her shoes and socks when Severus entered. She liked him in causal clothes, and today he had been in jeans and a black jumper. He leaned down and took off his boots and socks while she pulled the pins from her hair.



She normally had it pinned up and out of the way, but right now she didn’t want to mess around with pins getting everywhere. Her hair fell past her shoulder in curls that had tamed since her youth.



She reached for the buttons on her blouse when his voice stopped her. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at her. “There is no need to rush.” He walked toward her and took her hand, pulling her to sit beside him on the bed.



He leaned forward and kissed her gently. They had shared a kiss during their wedding but not since then. His lips were soft and warm, welcoming her closer. She leaned into his body and parted her lips.



Severus brought his arms around her shoulders and deepened the kiss. Hermione lifted her arms around his waist and let him ease her onto her back while his tongue slipped into her mouth. He kissed with a deliberate slowness, learning what she tasted like.



Hermione felt her body lifted and she was moved higher, so their legs didn’t dangle off the bed. Severus stretched out his length over hers, cradling her shoulder in one arm while caressing her forearm and wrist with the other.



She tiled her head and opened her mouth wider, kissing him back just as slowly as he was kissing her. Their tongues slid against each other in long strokes. Hermione’s hand slid from his waist up the middle of his back. She rotated her hand palm up and his slipped his fingers in her, bringing her hand up between them.



She felt her body warm up from his kiss and the weight of his body over hers. She tightened her hold around his back and curled her body into his. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. She lifted a leg alongside his, even though she didn’t realize it.



Severus broke from her lips, and moved to her neck. Her perfume filled his senses and he opened his lips against her skin, licking and sucking gently, while her little gasps echoed in his ears. She was a trusting, glorious lady and she was his wife now. She was angling her head to him, giving him more and more neck. She was enjoying him and it fed his desire for her.



He opened the buttons on her blouse while he continued on her neck. Her chest was rising and falling as she breathed. Her hand held his back firmly pressing her digits into him. When he had her blouse open, he parted the fabric and exposed her torso to his eyes. She was wearing a pale pink satin bra and her skin was perfect marble.



He leaned down and kissed her breastbone. She gasped, but instead of pulling away she arched into him just a little, pulling him closer by pressing against his back. Her response went to his heart and he reached up stretching his flat palm over her stomach feeling her skin, smooth under his fingers.



She lifted her hand and caressed his shoulder while he ran his lips over one nipple, hard and peaked under her bra. He moved to the other one and then back up to her lips.



He kissed her briefly then pulled away. She lifted her arm then her shoulders, assisting him to remove her shirt. He loved the way he looked at her. It looked as if he was deciding where to start.



With the hand on his back she reached for the waist and lifted it out of the way, easing her hand inside his jumper. His firm skin under her hands felt wonderful and she ran her fingertip along his spine, pushing the garment higher.



He reached behind his neck and pulled the jumper off tossing it aside. He reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra, pausing to look at the pale globes now free to his view. She was perfectly formed and a tempting view with teasing dark pink nipples.



He discarded the bra and looked down at his wife, naked to the waist, just like he was. She was going to give herself to him. She was his wife and she was giving herself to him willingly. There was no fear in those eye, no nervousness. Just patience, waiting for him to decide what to do.



He leaned down and took her mouth with his, kissing her with more passion this time, which she eagerly responded to. She parted her lips for him, and caressed his bare back with her hand, reached up to feel his forearm with the other.



He lowered his weight down on her covering his breasts with his chest and sliding his arms tightly around her. She pulled him, feeling the sparse hair on his chest tease her. His own nipples were pebbled just like hers.



She grew more aggressive and reached up, threading her fingers through his hair. She lifted her leg higher, hooking her calf around his thigh. While he lunged into her mouth with his tongue, he reached down and squeezed her thigh. even jean clad he could feel the softness and wanted more then anything to cradled his hips between them.



He shifted his weight, laying over her directly and bracing himself on his elbows. When he moved his legs she lifted her other knee and held him between them. He pulled from her lips and lowered his attentions to her now aching breasts.



He took one nipple in his mouth and her moans filled his ears. She held him close, touching any skin she could reach. Her light touched made his skin jump and while he tasted her nipples. Moving from one to the other, he lifted his shoulders and arms so she could touch him. He had never enjoyed a woman’s touch so much. Probably because he had never had a woman quite like Hermione.



She had come to him, she had complimented him and made him feel worthy. She made it feel like this was something they both wanted, not like this was his right, or that she was expecting him to do this. She might have expected it, he did too, given the circumstances, but it sure as hell didn’t feel that way.



He needed to feel her skin, all of it. He rose on his knees and unfastened her jeans pulled them past her hips along with her knickers. He removed his own jeans and kicked them away before turning back to his wife.



Her legs were smooth and just as pale as the rest of her. They were shiny from her lotion and curvy in all the right places. He reached out for her ankle closing his fingers around it. She held still as he touched her, running his fingers along her calf and over her knee.



She looked down and saw him watching her. She held out her arms and he willingly rose and went into them, letting her close her embrace around his shoulders as he kissed her again with a newfound zealousness.



She parted her legs and he slipped between them. She felt heat pool between her thighs as his bare legs filled her, his hardness probing her. She would have loved to spend more time playing with him but she was just too hungry.



She arched her hips, inventing him in and he understood immediately. Reaching down he guided his head to her entrance and ever so slowly slid inside, watching her face the whole time. Her change of expression was fascinating. She looked like she was in pain but the way she held him conveyed anything but.



Hermione had never in her life felt such a delicious feeling. Severus filled her in a way nobody else had. This was a man in every sense. Not the lacking boys she had known before but a real man. She lifted her caressed his calf with her foot, running her hands up his back and pressing her breasts to his chest. She stroked his whole body with hers and he loved it.



Leaning down he kissed her, while he moved his hips, keeping his rhythm slow and easy, drawn out and almost torturous. Hermione groaned out loudly as she thrust her hips forward to meet him. He rolled back and forth, side to side, thrusting deep and letting her feel him from every angle.



Eventually she found a rhythm she liked and urged him on. He moved faster and faster, reached down to hold her ass, soft in his grip, as he pulled her to him. He had never enjoyed a woman so much. It didn’t matter to him that the foreplay had been too short or that they had only been married two days, being inside her was more rewarding then he could remember. Soon his own grunts and groans joined in with hers.



Together, a man of sweaty limbs and groans, they moved in sync with each other. Severus liked a woman to move with him, and the way Hermione was arching her hips with his drove him mental. She was an ideal lover, and she was all his.



Her little whimpers as she approached her release were the most delightful little sound to him and the shriek she let out when she came hard when through his whole body. She squeezed down on him with such a force that he held his breathe to keep his control.



When she began to come down from her orgasm he sped up, keeping her drifting between euphoria and bliss while he sought his own climax. He knew he was close. His body was tension up and he felt his sac rise upward.



In just moments he thrust hard and spilled himself inside her, growling out in her ear. Her arms still held him, clamping tighter when he came inside her. When he collapse on top of her she didn’t move her arms, holding him to her with her arms and legs.



This was new to Severus as well. The women he had been with claimed he was too heavy, but she didn’t tell him to move she just held him, and if she was going to tell him to move, he wouldn’t.



Hermione was also pleased. Not only did she have the strongest orgasm she had ever had, he was letting her hold him. His face was buried in her neck and his weight had gone dead, but he didn’t move away. She loved to hold her partner, but her previous boyfriend had just rolled off her and fell asleep. She had attributed it to their age and that fact that they were young most likely had something to do with the orgasm being weaker then what she had just felt also. Severus was her husband, not just some man who got off on whether or not a woman came. He wanted her to feel it, that’s why he watched her.



She caressed his shoulders lazily as she nuzzled his forehead with her cheek. She had made a good decision in going to him.









A/N: Just a quick clarification, since there is no war, and no dark lord, Severus didn’t have the awful life he had as a double agent. There was no death of his best friend, so there is no psychological damage from not making up with her before her death. There was the teasing and torment, but that happens with everyone in school and he gets over it being a smart man. The only thing he will have issues with will be the parents which I will get to later.