The Mentor

Chapter 20 – Dinner for Two

Hurray! I hit the 100 review mark. It has provided the motivation to post another chapter this weekend.

Again, I am always thankful for the reviews, and in particular...

Citten: In my mind, after reading the books and watching the films, I have always seen Minerva as the loving, grandmotherly type. Stern when she needs to be, but always caring and thoughtful. It was very easy to write her this way. Thanks for the kind words.

diamondmouse: As I told Citten, I have a difficult time seeing Minerva any other way. There are many other characters that I can interpret or imagine in many different ways (i.e. Ron, Harry, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, etc.) but I cannot imagine Minerva not being the consummate caregiver.

Voracious Reader: Every time I read that quaffle line, I still chuckle. I guess that I am just easily amused! I wish I could pinpoint where the idea for the bonding came from, but it just kind of happened.

Catysmom and Megan: Here you go – another chapter (and if you ever want to tell me why you like the story, feel free!)

When Hermione woke a few hours later, the room was dark except for a single candle on the bedside table. Immediately, she noticed that Severus was not in the bed, suspecting that it was his absence that woke her. This was the first time in several weeks that Hermione did not wake feeling as though she had not slept at all. Although still somewhat groggy, the dragging sense of bone-deep weariness that had plagued her seemed to be gone.

Laying there in the peace and the dark, Hermione considered the life changing things that had happened to her over the past 24 hours. The day before she was a single, career minded woman with an amazing lover but no thoughts of marriage or children. Now, she was bonded to that lover, and discovered that she was carrying his child. It was very overwhelming, and Hermione could admit to herself that she was feeling shell-shocked, but she was comforted by the deep sense that things had turned out exactly the way they were meant to be.

With a long stretch and jaw-wrenching yawn, Hermione decided that she had spent enough time in bed, and she badly needed to visit the loo. Once inside the simple yet decadent bathroom, she decided that the tub was calling to her, and several minutes later found her chin deep in lavender and vanilla scented bubbles.

Assuming that Severus must be dealing with a school or house matter, she took time indulging in her bubble bath. It had been a while since Hermione had the time or energy to spend on herself, and when she finally emerged from the warm water over an hour later, she felt relaxed yet rejuvenated. It was another several minutes before she brushed her hair, pulling it into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. On the back of the door, she found a dark green velour robe. Although it was too long for the witch, she wrapped herself in the plush warmth and walked out of the washroom.

Although the charmed clock showed that it was after 11:00pm, Hermione decided to floo the kitchen to see if a house elf could make her a snack. This was the first time in days that she had actually felt hungry. As she walked into the sitting room, she stopped, spellbound by the site before her eyes.

There were ivory candles everywhere in every shape and size; some floated suspend in air and bobbled gently. Others were placed on tables, shelves and along the grey stone hearth. In front of the fire, a table was draped with a linen table cloth, and was set for two. The air was heavy with the scent of red roses, which had been carefully arranged in a cut crystal vase set in the middle of the table. Hermione was mesmerized by the way the candlelight danced off the facets in the glass. She did not notice Severus as he walked behind her and started when she felt his hand rest on her shoulder.

“I thought that it would be fitting for us to celebrate our bond with a quiet dinner for two”, Severus whispered in her ear. Grasping her small, smooth hand in his larger, work-calloused palm, he stepped around her and placed a single long-stemmed red rose between the fingers of her free hand. Kissing her forehead gently, he walked Hermione to her seat and draped the napkin across her lap. As he drew his arm back, the back of his hand brushed against her sensitive breasts. Hermione shuddered at the sensation. Any thought that the contact might be accidental disappeared when she saw the smirk on her husband’s face. He knew exactly what he was doing. Reluctantly, Severus let go of her hand to summon the first course of their meal.

In the blink of an eye, the table was filled with a variety of finger food. There were canapés, cheeses, chocolate covered cherries and every other tasty tidbit that could be imagined. Before they began eating, Severus made a point of moving his chair so that he could sit next to Hermione. He grabbed a bottle of champagne that had been resting in an ice bucket beside the table. Hermione moved to cover her glass, wondering what Severus might possibly be thinking of; giving alcohol to a pregnant woman.

“No worries, my love”, he began leaning even closer so that his warm breath teased her ear. “There is no alcohol in this. It is sparkling cider”. Hermione leaned towards Severus so that her body rested against his as he poured them both a glass. He brought the delicate champagne flute to her lips, tipping the glass for her to sip. When he pulled away, a drop of the pale yellow liquid threatened to drop from her fleshy lower lip. Before he could reach out to wipe it away, Hermione unconsciously flicked her tongue to collect the rogue drop. Severus was instantly hard, and shifted slightly in his chair in the vain attempt to find a more comfortable position.

For her part, Hermione was completely oblivious to the effect that her innocent movements were having on the wizard beside her. When she lifted a delicate pastry to her lips, than licked each finger clean, he could barely stifle a groan. Deciding that the best defence was a good offence, Severus took the next morsel from Hermione’s fingers and proceeded to feed her himself.

Although startled at first, Hermione eagerly joined in the game, and for the next hour they took turns feeding each other. With each nibble and lick, the sexual tension between the two rose higher and higher. When Severus sucked her finger into his mouth as she fed him the next tidbit, Hermione decided that she could not stand it any longer. She needed him inside her...now! Gracefully, Hermione stood beside her wizard’s chair, and the protest died on his tongue as she proceeded to straddle his lap.

“Enough Severus”, she muttered, “I am ready for my dessert”.

Severus groaned just as Hermione brought her lips to his. This kiss started with gentle yet firm brushes of mouth against mouth but the stress and excitement of the last day coupled with their burning desire for each quickly changed things. He was content to let Hermione take the lead, and sat there as she nibbled, sucked, and coaxed her lips and tongue against this. With a thrust of his hips, Hermione could feel the effect she was having on her husband, and she responded with a bite to his lower lip.

He enjoyed the feelings that she was evoked with her passionate kiss, but Severus was a man used to being in charge and could resist his dominant urges no longer. When she bit his lip again, and then soothed the sting with her tongue, he was undone.

Thanking the Goddess that she was only wearing his robe, Severus grabbed the lapels and roughly pulled them open revealing Hermione’s beautiful round breasts to his gaze.

He pushed her back slightly and looked his fill. Toffee coloured nipples were already peaked and hard. A soft blush was blooming across the soft globes tempting him to touch. As she writhed on his lap, exciting them both even further, Severus leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to one swell.

Hermione moved her hands which had been wrapped around his neck to bury them in his silky, fine hair pulling his mouth even closer to her aching nipples. Severus showed remarkable restraint. His inner voice was screaming at him to take a turgid tip into his mouth to suck and taste, but he wanted his witch begging for him. Starting at the outer swell of one heaving breast, Severus pressed soft kisses along the top. When his lips were resting in the sweet valley between them, he used his tongue to trail a path along the top of the other. Without breaking contact with her skin, Severus licked a spiral up her breast, stopping before his tongue contacted her nipple. Again and again, he teased her body only to stop before starting over.

Hermione groaned in frustration, writhing and grinding her weeping core against his cloth covered shaft. She wanted him to lick and suckle, but he was frustrating her with his teasing.

“Please, Severus”, she whimpered in a breathy murmur. These were the words that Severus was waiting to hear. He wanted her begging.

“Please what?”

“Please, take me in your mouth; suck on me”.

“I am afraid that you are going to have to be more specific than that. There are many places where I can suck on you”. He lowered his head once more, and firmly latched his lips to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked, hard. Satisfied that she would wear his mark for a week, he lifted his head to meet her eyes.

“You need to be specific with me, dearest.” He thrust again, pushing his massive erection against her burning pussy. “Very specific!”

Hermione could not take another moment of this game.

“I want you to wrap your lips around my nipple. I want you to run your tongue all around it. Then, I want you to suck on it, hard”.

“Very well. How can I refuse when you are begging?” The moment his lips wrapped around her tightly pearled nipple, Hermione almost exploded, arching her back to push more of the tender flesh into the warm cavern of his mouth. Giving her no time to recover, he turned to the other breast, and abused it in the same manner. One hand snaked up her side to tug and pull on the other nipple. Just when she thought it could not get any more exquisite, Hermione almost orgasmed when Severus push both fleshy mounds together and lashed both nipples at the same time.

“Goddess”, she moaned. “Don’t stop! I love it when you suck on my tits”.

Hearing the dirty language coming from his sweet Hermione’s mouth severed the last thread of his control. Reaching over her shoulder, Severus swept all of the leftover food, drink, dishes and cutlery to the floor. He grasped Hermione by the hips and sat her on the table in front of him. He tugged on the belt holding the robe together, and then tore it from her body so that only the arms were covered. He gently pushed Hermione back so that her upper body was resting on her forearms, and began to enjoy his own dessert.

Unlike the teasing movements he used on her breasts, Severus pulled apart her glistening outer lips, brought his tongue to the bundle of nerves swollen and peaking from her folds and began to suck and lick her like a starving man.

Hermione was so close to her completion that a few licks had her head thrown back and her back arching off the table as she screamed her release. Once he felt the stiffening of her body, Severus began sucking on her clit, drawing wave after wave of orgasm from his new bride. Her moans, pants and begging were the most wonderful noises he had ever heard.

While her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasms, Severus stood and began removing his own clothing. In moments, he was bent over her body, his flushed and aching cock waiting at her soaked opening.

“Look at me my love”, he commanded, waiting until Hermione turned her face back to him and looked him in the eye. “I cannot wait another moment. I will try to be gentle but by Merlin, how I want you!” With one solid thrust, he slid in to her tight, wet sheath, groaning at the sensation of her body tightening around him.

This was the most intense feeling of her life. Hermione was not sure if it was because of her pregnancy, the knowledge that this was the first time they made love as a bonded pair, or if it was the way they had teased each other through the meal. She bowed her back, taking him in until the head of his cock bumped her cervix.

It was not the first time that Severus was grateful that she could take all of his length – not every witch he had been with could. The feeling was indescribable, but also painful. He wanted to plough into her with all of the force possible, but he held back, worried about the baby. Hermione wanted that too, and was becoming aggravated by his carefully controlled thrusts.

“It is alright”, she panted between whimpers. “I am not fragile and you won’t hurt the baby.” To her rapidly increasing frustration, Severus did not change the tempo or depth of his movements. Desperate to feel him harder and deeper inside her, Hermione brought her index finger to her mouth and sucked on it pulling out slowly to tease the wizard who was watching her with more intensity than she ever thought possible. Without warning, she brought her finger to his bum, and pushed it against the puckered ring of muscles.

Feeling her finger forcing past the muscles and into his arse was more than Severus could stand. His control was gone, and with it the overly careful lovemaking.

“Severus, I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard”, Hermione commanded.
Severus began to pound in to Hermione relentlessly. The harder he thrust, the more she writhed and moaned beneath him. She tried to copy the tempo with her finger in his puckered hole, but quickly gave up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He could feel the tightening of his balls, and knew his orgasm was near. He reached between their bodies to flick his finger against her creaming pussy. Leaning over her, Severus found a nipple, and began suckling strongly.

The combined sensations of his huge cock hammering the tight flesh of her pussy, his finger flicking and rubbing her clit, and his talented lips and tongue working over her pebbled nipple were too much for Hermione. With a scream, she went over the edge. Above her, Severus went rigid and with a strangled groan, emptied himself against her womb.

For long moments, they rested this way; Hermione sprawled across the table with Severus collapsed on top of her. When he felt her start to move again, he wrapped her legs and arms around his body and walked them both into the bathroom.

After a quick shower to wash her juices and his seed from their sweaty bodies, Severus carried Hermione to their bed. There were no night clothes this time; just the two of them snuggled under the covers and wrapped in each other’s arms.

Just when Hermione was about to nod off, Severus jumped out of bed and ran to the sitting room. When he came back, Hermione was sitting up against the pillows, with a questioning look in her eyes. Instead of getting back into bed, the wizard knelt on the floor, grasping Hermione’s hands in his own.

“Aside from celebrating our marriage, there was something else that I wanted to give to you tonight. If you were not such a sexy little thing, I would not have been distracted.” Severus tried to sound stern, but Hermione would never think it a bad thing for a wife to be able to seduce her husband so completely.

Letting go of her hands, Severus reached for something on the floor. Very carefully, he slid a ring on to the third finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly.

Hermione was in shock, and had no idea what to say.

“If I had known what Minerva was planning”, Severus began, “I would have been sure to have this with me in the infirmary. I bought it a few days ago, hoping that I may get a chance to ask for your hand”. He looked down at the simple, emerald cut diamond ring thinking that it looked perfect on her finger. “Even though I did not get the chance to ask, I want you to have this. I want the entire world to see that I have found my soul mate and partner in life”. He brought his eyes back to Hermione’s face when he felt the soft splash of a tear land on his hand.

“This is beautiful”, Hermione began with a sob, “but not necessary. I know how much you love me, and I know how important I am to you, and you are to me.”

“I know that it was not necessary, but I needed to do this for you. I want you to wear my ring, and when you are well, we will go to the jewellers on Diagon Alley and you will pick out a ring for me.”

“Yes, Severus”, she answered with a teary whisper, I want that too.” Hermione curled her arms around her wizard’s back and pulled him into the bed with her.

This time when they made love, it was with caring and gentleness. Slowly, Severus thrust in and out of the witch beneath him, kissing her face, neck and finally her lips. When they found their release in each other, feelings of contentment and wholeness surrounded them both.

He shifted his body off Hermione and turned her so that she rested her head on his chest.

“Oh Severus, that was absolutely lovely.” He chuckled at her awestruck tone of voice. It was good for a man’s ego to hear his witch sound that way. Hermione tilted her head so that she could look at Severus, pausing to kiss his chest where it flexed under her cheek. “But I do not think this is what Healer Adams had in mind when she said that I needed some bed rest”.