The First Summer and Summer Series

Two hours later, Hermione was crying and Severus had smashed his coffee aga against the bedroom wall. He stormed into the bathroom to shower, trying to ignore the fact that his fiancée was blubbering in the next room. How in hell could this thing have turned into such a zoo? Flowers and food and gifts and photographers. It was ridiculous! It was going to cost a small fortune! And he was NOT wearing a muggle tux!

The shower cooled him off slightly. As soon as he felt he could be calm, he went back to the bedchamber. Hermione was still weeping quietly into her pillow. He slid into bed beside her and gathered her up in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear. “Please stop crying.”

Hermione rubbed her swollen eyes and choked out, “I don’t think you really want to marry me Severus Snape!”

He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. “YOU are the one making the problems, Hermione. I just want to get married and be done with it but you...”

“What?! What do you mean I’M the one making the problems? All I want is for you to take a slight amount of interest in this wedding and to cooperate a little instead of being obstructive!” Her eyes were blazing now and suddenly they were right back to where they were just before Severus had thrown the coffee cup into the wall.

“And don’t I get any say in how this event is arranged?” Severus hissed evilly at her. “Or am I only allowed input when it pleases Miss Granger?”

“I only need you to wear the tux for a few hours at the muggle church!”

“I WON’T wear one! I’ll go nude first. In fact, how would you like that? What if I suddenly and arbitrarily decided we had to be nude for our wedding? Would you like it? Would you agree to it? In fact, I think I will be! I won\'t wear anything at all!”

Hermione let out her breath in exasperation. “Don’t be ridiculous! This isn’t arbitrary! What I’m asking is simply for you to follow the standard tradition.”

“It may have escaped your notice but it’s not MY tradition. I am not a muggle! I‘m not even comfortable with the idea of this church wedding! I‘m doing it for you.”

“At the moment you’re doing nothing for me!” Hermione complained. “You’re just being a horrid bastard!”

And with that she flung herself face down into her pillow again and sobbed. Severus collapsed back into his own pillow and tried to keep in control. After a moment he reached out to her and began stoking her back. The sobs slowly subsided. Eventually she rolled over and snuggled into his chest.

“Please Hermione,” Severus begged quietly. “Let’s forget this whole ridiculous nonsense for a while. It’s coming between us. I just want to be with you, to love you, right now.”

“DO you love me?” she asked.

Feeling like he was answering a loaded question he cautiously replied, “I do love you, more than anything.”

“Then please, please wear a muggle tux? For me?”

Severus was quiet for a long time tho though considering something.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“You know I do.”

“Then I’m going to ask you to do something for me,” Severus took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “Let’s leave for Gretna Green right now and get married immediately. Let‘s not wait until June.”

“What? I can’t do that!” Hermione complained, pushing his hands away.

“Yes, you could,” Severus replied in a persuasive voice, “We could leave right now and be married in the morning. You could be Mrs. Snape tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I want!”

Severus glared. “You don’t want to be Mrs. Snape?” he asked dangerously.

“You know exactly what I mean! This is your method of getting your own way! You‘re being manipulative!”

“And what exactly are you doing?” he asked.

Her face changed colours as she realized that she had just painted herself into a corner. It was annoying. “Fine Severus! You do not have to wear a tux. Wear anything the hell you like but you WILL have a bean! an! No more arguments on it!”

“Fine!” he conceded with a glare.
“Yes, fine!” The glare was returned.

Hermione got back out of bed starstarted dressing. It was such an anticlimax. Severus still wanted to keep her in bed all day but not in her present mood. Besides, the pillows were all wet with her tears. He decided he would go to his office and work for a while. Just before he left their chambers he slipped up behind Hermione and planted a kiss on her ear.

“I really would like to marry you right now. Are you sure you won’t change your mind?”

“Positive.”

“Damn!”


It took Hermione several hours to cool off and relax. School had been difficult, the wedding, or weddings as it were, were decidedly out of control and she just wanted Severus to make everything better. Instead he was refusing to cooperate and hiding in his office.

Crookshanks apparently was hiding too. The cat was no where to be seen. She had already heard from Severus that her animal was getting a reputation. He seemed to have a special vendetta against one of Professor Sprout’s students. Mrs. Norris and Crookshanks had taken to following the boy everywhere. The student’s parents had complained to Dumbledore. Severus refused to take the matter seriously. He insisted that the boy was being devious and should be investigated. Dumbledore was willing to bide his time but Sprout was livid and wanted Crooks removed.

Hermione popped her head out the door and called softly up the passage. She couldn’t be too noisy for fear a student might see her but she was relatively sure that Crookshanks could hear anything. Sure enough, a moment or two later, an orange face popped around the corner. Mrs. Norris was with him.

“Crooks, I’m back!”

He put his ears flat and hissed.

“Crooks!” Hermione protested.

He turned and flipped his tail. Then Crookshanks and Mrs. Norris marched up the hall side by side and out of sight.

“You’ve been taking Slytherin lessons,” Hermione muttered. “Or Severus lessons, depending on how you look at it.”

Lunchtime came and went and she was still alone. Finally, Hermione became concerned because Severus had been gone so long. She hoped he wasn’t very angry with her. She slipped out of their quarters and up the corridor to his office to see what he was doing. Upon reaching the door she gave a gentle knock.

“Come in,” he responded.

Severus looked up from the scrolls on his desk to see Hermione.

“Silly girl, you don’t have to knock. I thought you were a student.”

“Of course I have to knock!” Hermione responded, “This is your private office, not our chambers.”

She stood in the middle of the room surveying the shelves and cupboards, arms wrapped around herself. She shivered slightly.

“I’m sorry it’s a little chilly. I didn’t light the fire,” he admitted.

Hermione smiled at him, “It’s not so much that I’m cold, I was just remembering the first time I ever was in here. I was so scared I thought I was going to die!”

Severus looked at her, brow furrowed. “Was I giving you detention or something?”

“Hardly!” she laughed, “I was in here stealing boomslang skin.”

“What?”

“I was a second year and Harry threw a firework into the swelling solution to distract you while I sneaked in and stole potion ingredients.”

Severus stood suddenly, “I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT BRAT POTTER THREW THAT DAMNED FIREWORK! You should have told me! I would have had him expelled so fast...” He paused. “Why were you stealing boomslang skin?”

He sat down again while Hermione told of making the polyjuice potion. Severus laughed heartily when she admitted the cat hair mistake.

“Cat hair or not, I’m very impressed! Not bad for a second year. However...” his voice took on an ominous tone, “Stealing from a teacher is another thing all together. You now leave me with an interesting quandary. By admitting such a crime I should adjust your transcripts to reflect such an infraction.”

Hermione couldn’t believe she was hearing these words. She continued to stare at him, confused.

Severus continued, “Or, another more interesting alternative would be for you to serve your punishment now.” He stood and rummaged about in a dark corner, bringing out a thin bamboo cane. “I think about five strokes is what I would have prescribed for such an offense.”

Hermione watched as he nipped the cane sharply in the air.

“You ARE joking?” she giggled.

Severus looked at her with an evil smile, eyes glittering. “Bend over my desk Miss Granger or do you want your perfect Hogwarts record blemished?”

“Severus! Don’t be silly!”

“As we are referring to something that occurred during your second year, you will refer to me as Professor Snape. And if you don’t bend over that desk right now I assure you your Hogwarts record will be altered.”

Hermione was relatively sure he was joking. So although he continued to flick the cane in an intimidating manner, she bent over his desk.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Granger! Raise yskirskirt.”

Hermione did as she was told but couldn’t help giggling slightly.

Severus leaned over and hissed in her ear, “You won’t be giggling soon. Now remove those knickers! Those are not suitable knickers to be wearing to school in any case!”

“You wouldn’t have dared make me remove my knickers for a caning when I was a student!” Hermione challenged.

“Perhaps not, but I dare now! Knickers off!” The last command was punctuated by a crack of the cane in the air.

Hermione removed her panties and resumed her position bent over his desk. She felt him reach up and jerk her skirt out of the way. Her whole bottom was exposed and she felt slightly uncomfortable. He wouldn’t really, would he? Severus did nothing for a long time. Hermione could feel his eyes on her body.

“Now spread your legs wide,” he commanded. “I want your skin nice and taut to feel every stroke of the cane.”

As he moved unseen behind her, Hermione began feeling nervous. Sometimes he was a little hard to read. Maybe he WAS serious? And he had been angry with her that morning. Her voice wavered slightly, “Severus, you aren’t really going to cane me are you?”

“What did I tell you to call me?”

Hermione sighed, “Please, Professor Snape. You aren’t really going to cane me are you?”

He chuckled evilly and cracked the cane down on the desk next to her, making her jump. Then without warning she felt him grab her hips with both hands and was surprised to feel his erection begin poking at her, trying to gain access.

“Of course not,” he answered. “I just wanted an excuse to bend you over my desk with your knickers down. You did promise me games today, remember?”

Hermione sighed with relief as she gripped the far edge of the desk tightly. Severus gained his angle and shoved deeply into her from behind. His hand slid around and she felt his fingers begin playing in her mound.

“Do you like this?” he growled.

“Yes!” Hermione gasped.

“Oh gods yes!” he agreed, “I should have brought you in here and done it to you like this before. I‘ve certainly fantasized it often enough, sitting here marking scrolls.”

He let his fingers stroke her until he was sure she was just as excited as he was, then Severus began thrusting. He pulled back and watched his arousal disappearing into her as he pumped. She was still very wet from their morning activities and his organ glistened with their fluids. He puth hth hands back on her hips and rocked furiously, his flesh hammering against her bottom with loud resounding smacks.

Just as he felt he might be going to come, he pulled out of her.

“Turn over and lay on my desk, Hermione.”

She turned to face him and hoisted her bottom up on his desk. He stepped between her thighs as she eased back, lifted her legs and rested the bottoms of her feet on the desk edge.

Severus pulled Hermione to him, impaling her deeply in a single stroke. She gasped. It felt like he was all the way into her stomach. He began thrusting into her again.

“Look at me,” he begged.

Unaware that her eyes had been closed, Hermione opened them to look at him.

He whispered to her, still thrusting, “Have you any idea of how much I missed you? How much I need you?”

“I’m beginning to understand,” she said.

It was hard to concentrate. She could feel the first unmistakable twinges of a climax building. With one hand wrapped around supporting her back, Severus reached down with the other and began stroking her to the same rhythm. Suddenly, his hand froze, he shuddered, threw his head back and cried out. His member throbbed inside of her, tipping her over the edge into her own pleasure. She pushed with her feet, meeting his body thrust for thrust, matching his cries of passion with her own.

He stepped back from her after the last shudder and began rearranging his clothes. Hene bne bent over to grab her knickers from the floor but before she could reach them, Severus grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him in his chair.

“Would you like to be my secretary next?” he smirked.

“You haven’t got a secretary,” she reminded him, kissing his nose. He seized her lips and began kissing her passionately like he had wanted to do all morning.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Hermione quickly kicked her knickers under his desk.

“Behind the cupboard!” he urged. And Hermione hid.

“Enter,” Severus called out. He had taken his chair behind his desk again.

Professor McGonagall came in, leading a squirming young Flint by the ear. “Professor Snape! Holidays or no holidays I demand that you take some action regarding this boy! He is in your house I believe?”

“What have you been doing, Flint?” Severus sighed.

“He stole one of the school brooms and was flying over the Forbidden Forest.” McGonagall explained. She wasn’t going to give the young recalcitrant a chance to speak.

“Well?” Severus asked the child.

“I was bored. Everyone’s gone home for Christmas. There’s no one to hang around with. I didn’t STEAL it, I was just practicing so I can make the house team next year.” The boy moaned, “All of my family have been quidditch players.”

“Yes, and your older brother was one of the best captains this school has ever seen, however,” Severus glared at McGonagall, “Holidays or not, you deserve a detention and five points...”

“Twenty!” McGonagall interrupted.

“Twenty points,” Severus agreed reluctantly, “will be removed from our house. Now get out of my sight!”

Flint bolted but McGonagall remained.

“TWENTY points, Minerva?” Severus snarled.

“Actually, I wouldn’t have taken any points from him at all,” she stated calmly.

Severus was puzzled, “Then why did you...?”

Minerva McGonagall bent to the floor by his desk and came up holding Hermio lac lacy knickers. “You’re very lucky that it was an unobservant first year rather than an older student. The twenty points were for you, Severus.”

Severus snatched the panties from her hand and thrust them in his pocket.

“You can come out now, Hermione,” Minerva called.

Hermione stepped out from behind the door with a scarlet face.

“I should also mention,” McGonagall continued, “that the state of your clothes and the unmistakable odour in the room might well be understood by some of the older students. I’m surprised at the pair of you! I trust in the future you‘ll keep that sort of thing confined to your own chambers.”

Even Severus was staring at his feet looking guilty.

“On a lighter note, have you two set a date yet?” The professor’s comment opened a chance for Hermione to spill out all of her wedding woes to another woman. Severus left them to it and returned to his chambers for some more peace and quiet.


When Hermione finally returned to their chambers an hour later, she found Severus sitting in his arm chair reading.

“I trust you replaced the wards on my office?”

Hermione nodded and took her chair opposite. “It was a relief talking to Minerva. She’s on the outside and can see this more clearly.”

“Sometimes I think I’m on the outside,” Severus commented. He turned in his chair to look at her. “Hermione, my love...,” he hesitated.

“Yes?”

“I’m trying to think of a way to say this without sending you into another fit oars.ars. Could we have some set times when we do not talk about the wedding? When we can get a break from it?” His voice sounded almost pleading.

She felt her hackles begin to rise. He certainly hadn’t been the one contacting caterers in the muggle world, having them ring the house in London and then have Ron answer the phone and suc such a mess of it that the company wouldn’t talk to her again. He hadn’t been shopping for hours trying on one dress after another and feeling fatter and uglier in each offering! He hadn’t had to sit through a hundred sales pitches from both muggle and magical photographers then forget which was which and embarrass herself. He wasn’t having to figure out who got muggle wedding invitations, who got wizard wedding invitations and who got both. He hadn’t done anything at all! Except complain!

“You simply don’t understand...” Hermione began in an irritated voice.

“Yes, I do! I understand that it is very impnt tnt to you. But you’re obsessing on it. You‘re trying to achieve perfection and refusing to accept anything less. The details aren‘t as important as you‘re trying to make them out to be, Hermione.” Severus paused briefly but began again as soon as she opened her mouth to reply. “And there’s no point in getting that look on your face and calling me a bastard again as we have already established that I love you and I am willing to marry you this very day. Please Hermione,” he begged, “we only have a few days alone together. Let’s enjoy them and argue through the post instead?”

Hermione swallowed all of the things she was going to spit out at him. He did look rather needy and lonely sitting in that chair.

“Alright. No wedding talk today, but don’t expect that we can get through this whole holiday without discussing it.” She thought about all of the estimates, menus and contracts in her case and wondered when she was going to get all of the decisions made.