The Power of the Quill

Author's Notes:

WARNING. This chapter contains sexually explicit material. This story is now rated NC-17 and not intended for underage readers. Since I'm only writing this story for sites that carry adult-rated material now, I've decided to up the rating to NC-17. Every sex scene will now be fully described in detail. If this offends you, please skip this chapter.

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The Power of the Quill.


Chapter 21. Stepping Over The Line.

Severus was just returning from his private lunch when he saw something strange as he made his way down the corridor leading to the dungeons. Light was coming from under the door to the room where Parkinson had been attacked. He drew his wand and stepped through the door. Severus was amazed at what he saw. The once empty room was now filled with storage shelves. The shelves were full of shiny clean cauldrons. He recognized them as his own. Severus removed a small three-quart Warrington cauldron from one of the shelves. It was one of the first he had gotten himself after he became Flamel's apprentice. It was as clean as the day he bought it.

Along with the cauldrons, several jars of potions ingredients were stacked on the shelves in the room. The room also contained three large filing cabinets. He placed the cauldron back on the shelf and headed for the cabinets. Inside the filing cabinets were all his personal research notes and documents from his chambers. They were both chronologically and alphabetically organized.

Severus just smiled to himself as he closed the cabinet. For years he had been meaning to do just this with his research and cauldrons, but never seemed to find the time. The stubborn little Gryffindor actually thought she'd won something by having his quarters cleaned for him. Her ignorance was almost laughable. Her false presumption that she knew more than he would only make her easier to manipulate. He wondered what else he could get her to do for him this week.

His good mood quickly disappeared as he turned to leave. There, still in the middle of the stone floor, was the bloodstain Parkinson had left behind. He knelt down and placed his hand on the stained stones of the floor. They were cold to the touch. He expected to feel something evil now in the stones, but there was nothing. He then realized how easy his new bride could end up this way. If he could manipulate her so effortlessly, so could others. He remembered how easily the Dark Lord had lured Potter, Weasley and his new wife away from the castle last summer. He would have to teach her some hard lessons very soon if she were to survive. This would only make her even more intolerable to live with.

Severus left the room and headed for the Potions classroom. He still had two more classes to teach today and had to find time to brew an anti-snoring potion. He was determined to sleep in his own bed tonight.

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It had been a long, dreary birthday for Hermione. She had spent most of the day dodging question about her late night surprise nuptials to Snape. Thankfully, Harry and Ron seemed to be shocked into silence. She only had to explain why it had been necessary to marry Snape the previous evening. She didn't think they could take any further details about what she and Snape did after the ceremony.

Hermione had decided to keep her birthday party as small as possible. It would be a girls' only affair, just her, Parvati, Lavender, Luna and Ginny. She had been reluctant to invite Luna, but Ginny had insisted. The strange Ravenclaw bothered her. Hermione didn't like people or things she couldn't understand. But Hermione knew she had to try and make an effort with Luna now. She would be the closest thing to an aunt her child would have. If what Snape told her was true, Luna might be the intellectual companion she had always been looking for. Ginny might be her best friend, but they weren't about to sit down and have long discussion on how ancient ruins affect modern magic.

As soon as Hermione entered the corridor that led to her new chamber, she found a very irate Professor Sinistra waiting for her.

"Miss Granger, would you care to explain what on earth all those elves have been doing for most of the day?" she angrily asked.

"They are cleaning and redecorating my chambers, Professor," Hermione answered.

"Miss Granger, do you realizes that as Astronomy Professor I work nights? My daytimes are reserved for relaxation and sleep. How am I suppose to get any sleep with all the noise those elves have been making?"

"I'm sorry, Professor. It will only be for today. I'll try to make sure the elves are more quiet," Hermione apologized.

"Thankfully, they seemed to have finally stopped. What were they doing in there?" Sinistra asked. "It sounded like they were trying to destroy the whole tower."

"Professor Snape has a lot of personal items that needed to be rearranged so that we could both live here. The elves were probably just making more closet space," Hermione told her.

"I don't see how the elves could find any of his personal items under all that filth. The man is a hazard to all of us who live in this tower. I keep waiting for that refuse and muck to catch fire and kill us all in our sleep," Sinistra said with a disgusted look on her face. Apparently, most of the staff knew about Snape's chambers. "Hope you will be able to keep that cluttered mess he calls his quarters clean."

"Professor Snape is a very busy and private man. I'm sure he would have dealt with it in time. I can assure you, Professor, that our chambers will always be in order," Hermione defiantly told her Professor. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to defend her new husband. For some reason, Sinistra's insults seemed to be directed at both herself and Snape. "If you will excuse me, Professor, I have an essay to prepare for."

Professor Sinistra turned her nose up at Hermione, and then headed back to her quarters.

Hermione was about to open the door to her chambers when she noticed the door was new. A large S.S. and H.G were carved into the polished oak. Under the S.S was a large serpent and under her initials was a lion's head. Hermione touched the carved lion and the door swung open. She gasped with amazement as she stepped through the door. Fresh clean air seemed to pour over her from somewhere in the room. Everything was different. The walls had been scrubbed completely clean and painted pure white. All bookcases and books were completely free of dust. The only piece of furniture that remained from this morning was the large desk. It was no longer soot black but a deep mahogany reddish-brown color. A new light brown, oversized suede couch sat in front of the large fireplace. The fireplace had been completely changed. The old cobweb-covered wood mantle had been replaced with a large white marble one. A small fire hissed and popped behind a new brass fire screen. The room's stone floor was scrubbed and polished to a high shine. Most of the floor was cover by a monstrous sized, dark blue Oriental rug. Next to the windows were two very large, comfortable-looking brown suede sitting chairs that matched the huge couch. The windows were covered with pearl-white lace curtains with gold leaf borders. Hermione didn't know if it was just the removal of the cauldrons, but the room seem to be twice the size she thought it was last night.

A flash of gold from above the fireplace caught her attention. There, just above the white marble mantle, was a life-size portrait of Harry riding his Firebolt. He was in his Quidditch robes and had his right hand outstretched, ready to grab the Snitch that was just inches from his fingertips. When Hermione smiled up at him, Harry waved back at her. She knew Dobby idolized Harry, but this was going to give Snape a stroke.

Hermione opened the door to the kitchen and was just as amazed. All signs of filth, dirty cauldrons and rotten potion ingredients were gone. The red tile counters were perfectly clean with only a set of spice jars sitting on them. The large, white, double porcelain sink shone like it was new. The new copper taps gleamed as the light hit them. All the cabinets had fresh coats of paint. Each cabinet door had a small magical mural hand-painted on it. Once again, it looked twice as big as it had before. She knew the elves must have enlarged the rooms.

She entered the bedchamber next. The sight before her took Hermione's breath away. The large four-poster bed was now at least a third bigger. The most beautiful bedspread she had ever laid eyes on had replaced the dark green bedclothes. The enchanted night sky, stars and far away galaxies, magically swirled on the smooth silk comforter. Hermione gently placed her hand on the bed. It was hard to judge distance with the whole night sky in front of her. Hermione smiled as a meteor shower danced across the cover. The bed wasn't the only change in the room. The single large oak bureau was gone. In its place were two even larger oak armoires with a full-length mirror separating them. The bureau on the left had the initials SS and the one on the right had HG. Also new to the room was a vanity and small chair placed between the bathroom and closet doors. A very comfortable looking futon was placed just under the large window that overlooked the lake. Hermione checked the closet. Like all the other rooms, it had been enlarged as well. All of her clothes were hanging neatly on the right side of the closet. Her trunk and shoes were just below them. Snape's freshly clean, all-black wardrobe hung on the left side.

Hermione held her breath as she opened the bathroom door. It was even more amazing than the other rooms. It was at least three times the size it had been. All of the flat gray, dingy tile was gone. The floor was one large piece of black-speckled marble. The walls were covered with royal blue tiles. The single sink had been replaced with a set of beautiful white glass bowls set inside a long white counter. A new mirror stretched the full length of the counter. The large claw-footed porcelain tub was now sparkling like new in the far corner with new gold taps. A stonewall shower stall with smoked glass doors had been added. A new toilet with a soft lid finished the room. It was the nicest bathroom Hermione had ever seen.

"Is Mistress Hermione liking her new quarters?" a voice asked from behind her.

Hermione jumped with surprise. "Dobby, you scared me," she said, placing a hand on her chest. The small elf gave her a worried look. "It's all right, Dobby. I was just so amazed by all you and your friends have done that I didn't notice you behind me." The kind words caused the elf to grin from ear to ear.

"Mistress Hermione is pleased then?" he asked with a smile.

"Pleased isn't the word, Dobby. This is all just so astonishing. You didn't have to do so much. All I needed was some cleaning and a little more color. How can I possibly thank you for this?"

"No need to thank Dobby and others. We house-elves are here to clean. But it is creating beautiful places that make elves happiest of all," he told her.

"It's just so wonderful. How were you able to make it so much bigger?" she asked.

"Chambers next to this was for Professor Quirrell. No one is wanting to live in place were He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named once dwelled. Dobby asked Headmaster, he said it is all right to take extra space. Dobby leaves enough room for when Mistress Hermione becomes a mother. A nursery with lots of windows, I think," the elf told her.

Hermione knelt down in front of Dobby and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you, Dobby," she said softly to the elf. The tips of Dobby's long ears and nose started to turn bright red with embarrassment. He quickly put both his hands over his face and, with a pop, disappeared from the room. Hermione giggled at her small friend's shyness.

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Green flames erupted from the fireplace in Minister Fudge's office. Lucius stormed through them with a copy of the Daily Prophet held tightly in his fist. "What is the meaning of this?" he furiously asked as he slammed the paper down on the Minister's desk. The headline read, "Head of Slytherin takes Muggle-born Bride."

"You promised me that Mudblood, Cornelius," Lucius angrily shouted.

"I did everything in my power to get her for you, Lucius. That fool Fitage warned Dumbledore about the new contracts before they were official," Fudge told him.

"Then just annul Snape's marriage. If you can annul mine after eighteen years, one day should not be a problem," Lucius suggested.

"I cannot. Dumbledore used an old Blood Marriage ritual to bind them. They will be man and wife for as long as they both live," Fudge informed him.

"Curse that old bastard. Is there no end to his constant meddling?" Lucius shouted as he slammed his hands down on the desk.

"Calm yourself, Lucius. We will find you a new wife. There are other Mudbloods and half-bloods that are still available. You could take Miss Tonks; Metamorphmagi are highly desirable," Fudge suggested.

"Don't be a fool, Cornelius. She's a Ministry Auror and a member of the Black family. I don't want someone like that snooping around in my personal life. Besides, she's my niece and Draco's cousin. What I want is strong new blood for my new heir. Granger's O.W.L's were the best in a generation. Her youth and power would have been perfect," Lucius told him.

Fudge pick up a stack of parchments off his desk and began to look through them. "Ah, here's a Mudblood that is still available. Her O.W.L's were quite respectable, and she is a Prefect, as well," Fudge said as he handed the parchment to Lucius. He took one look at the name and threw it back at the Minister.

"Parkinson! How dare you offer me that used, filthy spawn of a whore? I wouldn't let that trash pleasure my dogs," Lucius forcefully told him.

For the next ten minutes, Fudge continued to offer Lucius different candidates for a bride, but he rejected them all. Most were too old, over eighteen. A few younger ones were not beautiful enough or did not have above average magical abilities. While Fudge searched through the stack of parchment in his hand, Lucius picked up a parchment off the desk that Fudge had discarded without showing to him.

"What have we here?" Lucius asked with a large smirk on his face. "A Prefect, she won the Quidditch cup for her house as Seeker last year, and her grade average is only slightly less than Granger's. She is also more beautiful and younger than Granger."

Fudge leaned over and looked at the name on top of the parchment. "Ginevra Molly Weasley. That's Arthur's daughter, surely you can't be serious, Lucius?" Fudge asked. "The girl just turned fifteen and is a pureblood."

"The Weasleys have been blood traitors so long they can hardly be called purebloods any longer. This girl is even better than Granger. She will give me strong and intelligent sons that I will be proud to give my name to," Lucius said with a hunger in his eyes as he studied the photos of the beautiful young redhead.

"She's only fifteen, Lucius. The Ministry has no authority to force her to marry you. To marry an underage witch you would need for her father to sign a betrothal contract. I seriously doubt Arthur Weasley would be willing to do that," Fudge told him.

"But if Weasley does sign, she would be legally bound to become my bride?" Lucius asked with a calculating look on his face.

"Yes, if the contract is legally signed in front of two witnesses. But it's impossible, Lucius. You will never get Arthur to betroth his only daughter to you. You two have been mortal enemies since you were at Hogwarts together."

"Don't worry about Weasley. He's a sentimental fool. Wizards with soft hearts can always be manipulated into doing what you want. A family man like Weasley has a lot to lose," Lucius said with an evil grin.

"Enough about your search for a bride, Lucius. I want to know when you're going to give me the Death Eaters you promised?" Fudge asked with irritation in his voice.

"I've given you the names of all the Death Eaters I know. I can't be blamed if you're having trouble finding any evidence to arrest them with," Lucius told him.

"Most of the names you gave me are people we already knew about. We already had more than half of them locked back up in Azkaban. Are you sure Snape has returned to the Dark Lord's service? I find it hard to believe Dumbledore would still employ Snape if he knew," Fudge asked.

"Of course he doesn't know. Snape is very clever, and that ancient wizard is nearly completely senile by now," Lucius assured the Minister, knowing perfectly well that it was all bullshit.

"What about the Dark Lord? Have you heard anything from him since your return?" he asked.

"No. He is staying out of sight for the time being. As I told you, he is incredibly weak at the moment. He is only a shadow of his former self. I doubt he will show himself again until after he has found a way to kill Potter. Remember, Cornelius, the longer Riddle is on the loose, the better your chance at reelection. Fear is what you need people to deliberate on, not wizarding birth rates or the state of the Wizard Treasury. With enough fear, people will reelect anyone. You just need this war to occupy their minds," Lucius told him.

"If I can't prove that I'm winning this war, there is no point. I need a victory against the Dark Lord, Lucius. Right now most wizards believe Dumbledore or Potter is the only answer to this war. If I could bring a new Death Eater to trial, that could show that the Ministry is winning this, not Potter," Fudge complained. Lucius picked up a quill off Fudge's desk. After dipping it in ink, he wrote a single name down on a piece of parchment. Fudge took the parchment and read it. "Goyle? That huge imbecile that runs a brothel in Knockturn Alley?"

"Yes. He has been a servant of the Dark Lord since he turned seventeen. He's a moron. It shouldn't be difficult to get him to confess to anything you want. You will need to play up his role in the Dark Lord's army, but be very careful. He knows about me. It would be very bad for the both of us if that got out," Lucius warned.

"Don't worry, Lucius. I will have a very trustworthy associate of mine doing Goyle's interrogation. She'll Obliviate anything from his mind that might point to your former allegiance with the Dark Lord. By the time Miss Umbridge is done with that oaf, he will have confessed to being the Dark Lord's second-in-command," Fudge assured him.

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It was a quarter after nine and Hermione's all-girl birthday party was going very well. Professor McGonagall had given her friends an extra hour past curfew to be back in their dorms. Dobby had the elves in the kitchen make her a beautiful birthday cake. It was chocolate with fluffy white icing and red roses on it. Everyone had given her books as presents with the exception of Luna. The bright set of pink and blue his and her towels were a little disturbing. Thankfully, Snape had not made an appearance. She was hoping he wouldn't show until after the party was over.

"This place is so nice, Hermione. It would be almost worth marrying Snape to live here," Lavender said as she stretched out on the large couch.

"I can't believe a git like Snape gets to live in a place this nice," Parvati agreed.

"Actually, it wasn't this big or this nice last night. Dobby did a little redecorating for me today," Hermione told them. She wasn't going to tell them how bad the place was before. She didn't want them to feel any more sorry for her than they already did.

"I knew somebody had to have redecorated," Ginny stated. "It would be too scary to think that old Snape always had that big portrait of Harry over the fireplace." Everyone burst into giggles at the thought of Snape having a secret crush on Harry.

"So tell us, Hermione. What does Snape look like under all those black robes?" Parvati asked with an inquisitive gleam in her eyes. The other three girls stared at her with great anticipation.

"Well, I didn't really see him completely naked. I just saw from the waist down. He wears a long nightshirt when he sleeps," she told them. "From what I could tell, he is very lean and strong, kind of like an Olympic swimmer. He has a lot of hair on his body and it's very soft. I didn't see his chest, but I did feel it when he was lying on top of me. I think the muscles in his chest are well-defined but not too big," Hermione told her captive audience.

"God, Hermione. I almost wish I had been chosen to marry Snape this year, instead of you," Parvati told her. "I just hope I end up with someone half as decent next year."

"Don't worry, Parvati, you're a foreign national. You will be exempt from the law next year," Ginny assured her.

"My Dad is a foreigner, but my sister and I were born in Liverpool. Our mum is as British as they come. They're going to pick one of us next year, I just know it," Parvati said with a worried look on her face.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Parvati," Hermione told her. "I doubt this law will be around next year. I think it has already done all the damage Fudge wanted it to do. He will probably have it appealed soon after the last couple is married."

"Does that mean you won't have to have Professor Snape's baby?" Lavender asked.

"No. Even without the law, the contracts will still be legal. I can't divorce Snape until after I give him an heir or heiress," Hermione explained.

"What are you going to have anyway? A boy or a girl?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, just whatever shows up," Hermione answered.

"There are potions you can take that will guarantee what the sex is," Ginny suggested.

"I've read about them. They kill only the male or female sperm. The problem is they reduce the chances of getting pregnant by sixty-percent. It might take me a year to get pregnant if I want to control the sex," Hermione told them.

"I already know what sex your child will be," Luna told her.

"How can you possibly know that?" Hermione asked, giving her cousin-in-law a suspicious look.

"My mother told me," Luna quickly answered. "Just before Mum died, she told me about cousin Snape's first child. Mum said that the next heir of Snape would be a very powerful witch. Mum also told me what her name will be: Persephone Helen Snape." Hermione's chest became tight at hearing the name. She had always planned to name her daughters after Greek goddesses, and Persephone was the name she liked the best of all. Helen was also her grandmother's name.

"Was your mother a seer?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Sometimes, but only when she was under a lot of stress. I guess dying painfully was very stressful for her," Luna said, without any emotion on her face.

"Wait a minute. You're Snape's cousin?" Ginny asked, giving Luna a disbelieving look. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm supposed to be your best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend?" Hermione asked Ginny, feeling a little hurt.

"You are my best friend, Hermione. But I'm Luna's best friend," Ginny explained.

"Actually, you're my only friend," Luna stated. "My housemates don't like me very much."

"All those Ravenclaws are just a bunch of stuck-up brats. They treat me like something they scraped off their shoe every time I visit my sister. Even Padma is getting a little snooty now that she is dating that prat Michael Corner. You don't need friends like that, Luna," Parvati told her.

"They are just a little afraid me, I think," Luna said with a faraway look in her eyes.

"What do they have to be afraid of?" Hermione asked.

"It's just the things I can do and the stuff I know," she answered.

"What kind of stuff?" Lavender asked, giving the strange blonde an anxious look.

"Stuff like this," Luna said and, with a loud crack, disappeared. The four remaining girls just stared at each other in shock. Ten second later, Luna reappear with another loud crack.

"You can Apparate already?" Parvati asked with a surprised look on her face.

"Yeah, I learned how when I was nine," Luna told them.

"That's pretty neat, Luna," Ginny told her. "Fred and George didn't learn until after they were of age."

"That's more that just pretty neat, Ginny," Hermione said with a look of amazement still on her face. "It's supposed to be impossible for someone to Apparate inside Hogwarts. How can you possibly do that with the school wards up?"

"It's not easy. It took me years to learn how to get through them. The trick is to move between the wards, not through them. It takes a lot of energy, though. I can't do it more than twice in a row, or I might splinch myself," Luna explained.

"That's amazing, Luna. I bet you're going to do really well on your O.W.L's this year," Hermione told her.

"I should do ok. I studied all the O.W.L material when I was eight. It's not too difficult," Luna nonchalantly said as she adjusted her bottle cap necklace. Everyone just stared at Luna. Even Hermione was feeling a little bit insecure around her now. Hermione had never met a true witch prodigy before. It was becoming quite clear that Luna was just as brilliant as she was bizarre.

"I'm out of butterbeer, does anyone else want one while I'm up?" Parvati asked as she stood.

"I think this was the last one. You might find something else to drink in the kitchen cabinets," Hermione suggested. Parvati headed into the kitchen while Hermione gathered up the twelve empty bottles and put them in the dustbin. She was determined not to let her new home get anywhere near as bad as it had been the previous day. Parvati returned from the kitchen with a large bottle and five drinking glasses in her hands.

"I found this in the a cabinet all by itself. It should help us celebrate Hermione's birthday and wedding properly," Parvati said as she put the bottle down and handed out the glasses.

Hermione picked up the bottle and read it. "Brandy? We can't drink this. None of us are of age yet," she stated.

"Lighten up, Hermione," Parvati told her as she took the bottle from her hand. "Every bride is allowed at least one toast in her honor. We'll just be doing what's right."

"I don't know, Parvati. This brandy probably belongs to Professor Snape. He might be very upset if we drank it," Hermione apprehensively said.

"Of course he won't be. Look at the date on the bottle. This stuff is over thirty years old. If he really wanted it, he would have drank it by now," Parvati said as she pulled the cork from the bottle.

"Ok, but just one little toast," Hermione said as she let Parvati fill her glass.


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It had been a very long day for Severus as he made his way down the dungeon corridor that led to his chambers. Of course, they weren't his chambers alone anymore. They now partially belonged to that bitchy, whiney little tart of a wife of his. Severus had contemplated sleeping in his office tonight to avoid the nasty little Gryffindor. But he would never give her the satisfaction of knowing she forced him from his own chambers. Tonight Severus would make sure she understood that he was king of his own castle.

Severus gripped the door handle and sucked in a deep breath. He prepared himself for what carnage the elves had left behind. Pushing the door slowly open, he took in the scene of his new chambers. He was pleasantly surprised. He had expected to see the room completely redecorated in Gryffindor colors. The sight of the large, comfortable suede couch and huge, dark blue Oriental rug lightened his mood just a little. His confiscated desk looked better than the day he'd bought it. Severus had spent most of this intolerable day handing out detention after detention to anyone fool enough to snicker or make a comment about his new marital status. Tired of all the whispering, he finally gave detention to an entire fourth-year class. Right now, that big, soft-looking couch appeared mighty inviting to his tried feet.

Severus was just about to sit down and kick off his boots when something above the fireplace caught his eye. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Snape said as he stared at the large portrait. The boy on the broomstick glared down at him with his green eyes. Severus could just make out the tiny green Slytherin Seeker in the corner of the large painting, who didn't have a prayer of catching Potter or the Snitch. There was no way in hell he was going to let this horrid thing stay in his chambers. 'I think the fire is dying down; that portrait would make great kindling' he thought to himself.

He was just about to snatch the painting off the wall when the sound of girlish laughter erupted from the direction of his bedchamber. As Severus headed for the chamber door, he noticed a familiar looking bottle sitting on the desk. To his horror, he found every last drop of his thirty-year-old wizard brandy was now gone. From the sound of the incessant giggling coming from his bedchamber, he knew what must have happened to it. Severus opened the door to find five drunken teenage witches giggling and laughing on a large, new bed. His new wife lay in the middle of the group with a blindfold over her eyes while she stretched a pair of his white cotton boxers in her hands. As soon as the other four girls caught sight of him, they stopped laughing. His wife pulled off her blindfold to see why the rest had become suddenly silent.

She looked at him with only half-focused eyes and said, "Look girls, the Misses is home." All five girls began to laugh hysterically. Severus could feel his blood begin to boil with anger.

"You're drunk, Granger," Snape angrily spat at her.

"Oh, stop being such a wet tit. We're just celebrating my birthday and marriage," Hermione told him with a slight slur to her voice.

"This is beyond insolent. I should have you all expelled for this disgusting behavior. Not one of you is even old enough to drink yet," Snape irately stated.

"I'm of age now that I'm married to you. Besides, one little nightcap with my friends isn't going to hurt anyone. Now, why don't you strip out of those robes and show the girls what I'm getting for my money," Hermione drunkenly stated. "Come on, stud muffin, bring that big Slytherin snake over here and ravish me."

Everyone began to laugh again. But Severus had had enough. He marched up to the foot of the bed and grabbed Hermione by the ankles. He quickly pulled her off the bed, and then took hold of her waist. Severus lifted Hermione up and tossed her over his right shoulder. He then turned and headed out of the room.

"Save me, save me," she playfully said to her friends as she lightly kicked her feet and waved her hands.

Severus went straight to the terrace doors. He flung them open and stepped outside. He pulled her off his shoulder and carried her in both his arms. When he approached the railing, Hermione looked him in the eye and said, "You wouldn't dare." Instead of answering her with words, he just flung her over the railing.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Hermione screamed as she made the five-story plunge to the frigid lake below. A huge splash silenced her scream.

Severus smiled as he looked over the railing at the lake below. He wasn't worried that she would drown. The lake's full-time lifeguard was already on the scene. The giant squid hadn't let a single Hogwarts student drown in the four hundred years it had occupied the lake. He turned to see the other four inebriated girls coming out of his bedchamber. Severus took out his wand and pointed it at them.

"I think we should be heading back to Gryffindor," Parvati Patil said to the others. But Severus had no intention of letting them off so easy. He pointed his wand at Parvati and said, "Wingardium Leviosa." Parvati let out a high-pitched scream as she floated helplessly in the air. With just a flick of his wrist, Severus sent her shooting out over the terrace, landing with a large splash in the middle of the lake.

He turned back to the three remaining girls. "There's only two ways for you to leave these chambers. You can either jump of your own free will or be hurled to the far side of the lake. The boat dock is only sixty-five feet away. It would be in your best interest to jump," he told them with an evil gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to count to five. Anyone still in my chambers after I reach five is going for a very long swim. One, two, three..." When he reached three, both Ginny and Lavender ran to the terrace railing and climbed over. Both hesitated before jumping. He quickly placed a hand on each of their backs and shoved them off the railing. Both girls screamed all the way down to the lake. The sight of the double splash made him smile again. He looked to his left to see Luna Lovegood staring over the railing, looking down at her friends and smiling. Severus glared at her and said, "Miss Lovegood, I hope you don't think our family connection will save you from a swim tonight."

She just smiled at him, and then said, "I'll see you tomorrow in class, Professor. Goodnight." With a loud crack she was gone. Severus stared at the spot where she had just stood. Luna Lovegood had Apparated away, but he knew that was impossible. He stuck his head and tried not to think about it. As he came in off the terrace, the painting above the fireplace caught his eye. Potter had a furious look on his face. Severus simply smirked at the painting. The Potter in the portrait pulled his hand back from trying to grab the Snitch, and then very rudely flipped him the bird. Severus ran to the portrait, seizing it with both hands. He tore it off the wall with a forceful pull. Loose plaster hit the ground as he headed for the terrace. Like a large rectangular Frisbee, Severus flung the painting into the lake. He walked back inside his chambers, feeling better than he had in years.

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Ten minute later, Severus was sitting comfortably in one of the new suede chairs reading one of the books Hermione had received as a birthday present.

The door flew open and a very soggy and angry Gryffindor came storming in. "YOU FILTHY BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME AND MY FRIENDS," she screamed. She then headed for the bedchamber. Severus knew what she was after. Thankfully, he had already hidden her wand.

He got up out of the chair and followed her into the room. Not allowing Hermione a chance to search the room for her wand, Severus grabbed her by the waist from behind. He lifted her up and tossed her on the big bed. Before she could move, he straddled Hermione, sitting on both her thighs and pinning her arms behind her head with his hands.

"Get off me, you coward," she shouted at him.

Severus shifted his grip so that he could hold her wrists with just one hand. He then took his free hand and ran it across her breasts.

"What are you doing?" she nervously demanded with anger still her eyes.

"I'm doing precisely what you asked," he answered. "I'm ravishing you." Severus moved his hand lower across her damp blouse to her belly. Hermione continued to glare at him with hatred, but she didn't fight his touch. He pushed his hand under the waistband of her skirt. His hand began to rub her pubic bone through her panties.

"You're a pig," she stated, but he detected a hint of excitement in her eyes. He pulled his hand up to the top of her panties and pushed beneath them. She sucked in a deep breath as his long fingers made their way through her soft, damp pubic hair. Severus felt the tip of his middle finger come in contact with her little soft nub. He traced his finger over it, making small circles with his fingertip. Hermione closed her eyes and groaned as he continued to rub her clit; Severus knew he was getting to her. He remembered how favorably she'd responded to his hand last night. Tonight would be different. She was his wife now. He could take her without any guilt. Severus pushed his hand lower. He let two of his fingers part her wet pussy lips. He traced his fingers up and down her slit, making sure she was nice and wet. Hermione let out a soft moan as his two fingers teased her opening. Finally, he pushed both of his fingers deep into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you bastard," Hermione groaned in response.

Severus could feel her muscles gripping his fingers tightly. He moved them around inside her passage, searching for that one spot that most women have. When he rubbed across a spot two inches inside her, just to the right and on top, Severus felt her body shudder. He'd found her G-spot. With a little force, he pushed his fingers against that spot in her walls; Hermione shuddered again. Slowly, he pushed back and forth across that spot with the tips of his fingers. Hermione began to moan incessantly. His hand was becoming soaked with her juices. He used his thumb to rub circles on her now hard clit.

He released his grip on her wrists. Severus brought his hand down and began to unbutton her shirt. Once he was through with her buttons, he opened her blouse, exposing her bare chest and bra. Severus rubbed his hand across her smooth white belly and up to her bra. He gently pushed the bra cups up over her small, perky breasts. Her pink nipples were still hard from the cold lake water. Severus lightly pinched her left nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He lowered his head to her and took Hermione's right breast into his warm mouth. His lips squeezed the sides of her nipple as his tongue teased the tip. His other hand was still busy pleasuring her sex.

Hermione's breathing was becoming ragged. She spread her arms wide and grabbed two handfuls of the bedspread. When her body began to tremble, Severus knew she was about to climax. He added a third finger and began to push further inside, then quickly withdrew. He pumped his fingers in and out with speed. Severus could feel his own erection straining against the front of his pants. He wanted desperately to be buried deep inside his new wife.

"OH GOD, YESSSSS!" Hermione screamed as she began to come. Severus could feel her pussy pulsating on his fingers. She was pouring her juices into his hand. As Hermione urgently tried to catch her breath, Severus withdrew his hand and tasted her sex on the tips of his fingers as he got off the bed. He took off his robe, his shirt and finally his trousers. He stood before her, wearing only his black cotton boxers, a monstrous bulge in the front. Hermione wasn't staring at his crotch. Her eyes were fixed on the four large foot-and-a-half long scars on his chest.

Severus picked up his wand and moved to the front of the bed. He pointed his wand at her and said, "Now how did that handy little hex of yours go? Ah yes, I remember now. Liqueremotus." A flash of blue light erupted from his wand tip, striking her body. Hermione remained silent as her clothes began to unravel and dissolve away.

Severus pushed his boxers all the way down past his ankles, freeing his large cock. He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her soft thighs. He began rubbing his large purple mushroom head up and down the length of her moist slit, pressing it hard against her clit, then moving down through her puffy lips and probing her entrance just to move back up again. Severus could see the need in his young wife's eyes, but he wouldn't enter her until she begged him for it. Finally, after stroking his member up and down her puffy pussy lips for the tenth time, Hermione desperately asked, " What are waiting for?" It wasn't quite begging, but it would do. Severus slowly pushed two inches of his dick inside her. She moaned loudly as the tip of his cockhead reached that spot in her walls. Angling his hips, Severus pushed deep into her, making sure he kept pressure on that spot. He watched as his raven black pubic hairs met her soft, light brown hair.

Gradually he pulled back out of her. His wet shaft shined with her juices. Her pink lips formed a perfect seal around his cock. Severus pushed back inside her with force. He could feel his head pushing on her small womb. Steadily, he began to pump in and out of her. Severus moaned as he felt the edges of his cockhead running over the muscled ridges in her tight cunt, like small little speed bumps. He wanted to fill her with his seed. Faster and faster he began to thrust into her. Hermione began thrashing her head from side to side with pleasure. Her muscles were squeezing him tighter and tighter.

With one mighty thrust, Severus forced himself as deeply into her as he could get. He leaned forward and shoved his hands under her back, up to her shoulder blades. With strength, he lifted her up until she was sitting on his lap. Their sweaty chests were pressed tightly together. Her pink nipples were touching his. Severus began to slowly move his pelvis up and down so that he could continue to fuck her. Hermione leaned her head back. Severus took the opportunity to kiss her beautiful white neck. She moaned again as he traced his tongue up to her ear. Hermione began to lift herself up as he pulled out, and then pushed back down as he thrust up to meet her. Severus could feel her getting even wetter. She was soaking his lap. He knew it wouldn't be long before she came again. He took a handful of her hair and pulled Hermione's head upright so that he could see into her big, brown eyes. All the hatred in them was gone now. There was only the pleasure of the moment in her eyes. He brought her face to his, kissing her deeply. He ran his tongue over the front of her teeth before pushing deep into her mouth. To his delight, Severus felt her soft pink tongue trying to probe his mouth at the same time. He pulled his lips from her, looking Hermione in the eyes he said, "Come for me, little Gryffindor." Severus began thrust up inside her with such force that he was lifting her off the bed. He couldn't believe how hot, wet and tight she was.

Suddenly Severus felt her muscles gripping him like a vise. She started to come with such force that fluid was pouring out of her around his cock.

"YEEESSSSSSSSS!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs.

Unable to take anymore, Severus pushed inside her as deep as he could get, letting his seed erupt inside her hot womb, coating it over and over again. Feeling breathless and spent, he rolled over on his back letting her rest on his chest.

After she caught her breath, Hermione raised her head and looked at him. He was still hard and inside her. She slid her body back and forth on his wet, sweaty chest, milking his cock with her slick, wet pussy. She looked him deep in the eyes and said, "You're still a right bastard, Snape." Hermione then rested her head on his chest as if she were trying to hear his heartbeat.

'Maybe married life won't be so bad,' Severus thought with sense of rare satisfied contentment.

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Next chapter coming soon.

I stole "A right Bastard," from LariLee's story of the same name. I highly recommend all of that talented writer's stories.


Ok, now that they are on their way to a good sex life, I'd like to know where you think I should take it from here? I was thinking that they should have sex somewhere outside of their chambers. I like to know where best place in Hogwarts would be for some forbidden coupling.

Thanks again to all my patient readers. I'll try not to make you wait so long in the future.