Mrs.Malfoy

Author Notes: Yeah, I’m gonna get a bit fluffy now. Not sure if I like this chapter or not. Will go back over it when my internet is back up and see if I want to post it as is. In the meantime, here’s a snippet...It was a fluid dance of pumping bodies, slicked with sweat and heated to the core...Sound good? Yeah, I thought so, too. Oh btw, I’m ready for the hate mail.

He watched silently as they celebrated. Hermione was overjoyed. It had finally happened; she was free.
The registrar advised her that it could take a couple days to a couple weeks at best, but she didn’t mind. In the mean time, there was living, real living, to do.

Severus watched as she chugged the butterbeer. Molly was kind enough to take care of Rabastan so Hermione could enjoy her first night as the Ex-Mrs. Malfoy. Severus wasn’t too keen on the idea that he would have a drunken fiancée on his hands later, but who was he to interrupt her happiness. All he knew was that glow on her face and the smile in her eyes were finally appearing. And that just made her more beautiful.

He wondered when she would announce her petition for him. Would she let it slip in her drunken stupor? Would she allow him the honour of it? Then it hit him. He hadn’t proposed. She placed the petition, but it had to held until she was legally available. And even then, it was the Hermione who had made the first move. No, it wasn’t supposed to happen that way. The man should proposition the woman with marriage. He may have been another victim in this unholy law fiasco, but he’d be damned if the little chit was going to make all the decisions. He slowly crept out of sight and made his way back to Hogwarts.

“Where’s Severus?” Hermione asked Remus as he finished dancing with Ginny.

“I’ve no idea. I saw him last about twenty minutes ago,” he replied. He looked around the room over everyone’s heads, but he didn’t see the telltale black of the Potions Master. “He could be outside. Have you looked out on the grounds?”

Hermione nodded her head and glanced up as the front door opened.

“There you are! Where have you been?” Hermione asked as she leaned against Severus rather dangerously in front of a room full of people that didn’t know their precise relationship. He gently lifted her hands from his person and reached into his pocket for the vial.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“This is for you. Please drink it before this annoying Gryffindor courage you rubbed off on me wears thin,” he said in a hoarse whisper into her ear.

She did as he instructed and downed the contents in one gulp. The aftertaste gave it away…one part sobering potion, one part hangover relief. “Thanks,” she said as her vision focused a bit.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the dark wizard bellowed, loud enough to make Hermione wiggle a finger in her ear and Ron drop his glass. “Forgive me, but there is something else that needs to be discussed. Today while at the registrar’s office, I received a petition under the marriage law.”

Hermione blushed, unnoticed by her guests. Ron guffawed and Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief, while others looked on with a bit of shock as well.

“Congratulations, old man!” Remus exclaimed with a clap. Several murmurs of the same well wishes echoed through the room. Ginny, however, said something else.

“I don’t get it. I’m sure Emilia will have the law overturned soon. Why put yourself through it? You saw with your own eyes what it did to Hermione.”

“Ginny, really, it’s okay. If Severus decides to do this then it won’t last long,” Hermione said. She then looked to Severus with a hidden plea in her eyes. “Unless he wants it to.”

Severus cleared his throat. “I have given the matter a fair share of consideration and I feel confident that this particular woman will not take advantage of the law as Malfoy did. However, I wish to accept the petition with more than a flick of my wand against a bit of parchment.”

He turned to face Hermione and slowly lowered himself to one knee. He took her hand as several people in the room gasped.

“Hermione, you have honoured me with your offer. Now, honour me by accepting mine. Law or no, I will treat you with dignity, respect, and courtesy. I will raise your son as my own. And I will swear to you that when this law is abolished, I will not hold you to your decision. You will be free of me, if you so wish. Just know, that I make this decision knowing full well that I can be a peace with you as my wife and I will never change my mind. Hermione Jane Wenlock Granger, will you marry me?”

Several words sprang forth at once.

“Bloody Hell!”

“Ronald!”

“Marriage?”

“Wenlock?!”

But only one mattered to Severus.

“Yes.”

*****

Arthur had to gain control of his son. Ron had made his dislike of the situation known with phrases about Snape being a git. It only infuriated Hermione to the point of saying, “If you don’t like it, Ronald, then don’t come to the wedding!”

Meanwhile, Harry was sitting in a quiet secluded corner of the room as Ginny tried to calm him down.

Remus was looking back and forth from Severus to Hermione, mouthing the name “Wenlock”.

Once Arthur flooed Ron to the Burrow and returned with a sleeping Rabastan, he arranged for everyone to discuss matters over breakfast.

Severus, however, had other plans than sleep. He found Hermione placing the slumbering infant into his crib. He approached her slowly whispering her name and wrapped an arm around her waist. His other hand reached down and caressed Rabastan’s head. Severus muttered something Hermione didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?” she asked softly.

“Warming charm. Now, I do believe there was another clause in the law that states the petitioner has the right to examine the merchandise before purchase.”

“There isn’t a clause like that.”

Severus shrugged. “If you’re refusing…” he left off as he turned from the room.

He felt a force against his back as she rushed to him, and two small hands squirmed their way to his front. “Maybe, I did read something about that. I believe it said the petitioner has full control of the examination.”

Severus smirked as he led her from the nursery to the Master Bedroom. Hermione shivered slightly when she realized where Severus was taking her. He noticed her anxiety and pulled her close. He wrapped his arms around her and began to lightly kiss her ear and whispered, “This is your room, now. Forget the horrors this room held for you. The terror is dead. Let me show you the wonders that can happen here. Let me make this your favourite room.”

He began kissing her neck below her earlobe, then moved lower to her shoulder. Slowly, he moved down over her skin with gentle kisses. His hands caressed her skin lightly. He revelled in the way he gave her gooseflesh of anticipation. Her eyes closed slowly as his hands lifted her shirt over her head. His fingers lightly trailed over her collarbone and chest, outlining her shapely breasts. They never did remember what it was like that one morning at breakfast. But something about touching her felt familiar, and with this he was comfortable. He knew in that moment that he belonged with her; that he was hers and she was his. He straightened himself and looked deep into her eyes. The kiss that followed had Hermione absolutely entranced. It was not only sensuous, but also soulful. It was the full and utter embodiment of perfect.

Severus began his butterfly kisses down across the hollow of her throat and the tops of her supple orbs. His lips brushed against her taut nipples. He pulled them into his mouth, one by one, and lavished them with the wetness of his tongue, suckling them. She mewed with every touch. Her hands became entwined with his hair. His fingers travelled lightly down the sides of her stomach to her hips, letting the fabric of her skirt and panties fall to the floor. He moved them back onto her firm buttocks and began to knead her flesh. His kisses moved down to her navel, then lower still. Hermione’s back arched when she felt his lips against her centre. Her legs opened slightly to allow him to fully devour her.

Severus began pushing against her, making her take a small step back. He walked on his knees with her all the way to the bed, never removing his tongue from her folds. Hermione fell back onto the bed and opened up for him. The taste of her alone was enough to make Severus heady. He wanted to be enveloped by her; he needed to be. As soon as Hermione grunted and panted her way to ecstasy, Severus did just that, climbing between her bent legs and entering her to the hilt. He possessed her mouth at the same time, sending her into sensory overload. He took his painstaking time, feeling every contraction of her walls causing friction against his sensitive skin. He could feel every ripple of flesh that travelled through her against his length. It was a marvellous experience. He soon found himself building to a massive explosion. He looked into her eyes and saw that she, too, was about to plunge over the edge with him. The lusty look in her eyes encouraged him to go harder, faster. With every powerful thrust of his hips, Hermione met him, lifting herself off the bed. It was a fluid dance of pumping bodies, slicked with sweat and heated to the core.

The crest of the precipice was approaching them both, fast and furious. They moaned in unison as they fell into the depths of orgasm clinging onto each for dear life. After a few lingering kisses, Severus cleaned them both with a swish of his wand and pulled Hermione to lie beside him. Sleep overcame them soon after.

*****

“Good morning,” Hermione sang as Severus walked into the kitchen. “Would you like some breakfast?”

Severus kissed the back of her neck as he wrapped his arms around her. “No, thank you. I have a few things to do today like preparing my residence for a wife and baby. I will be gone most of the day. Perhaps you should take Rabastan to the park.”

Hermione smiled as she pecked his cheek and then popped a strawberry in her mouth. She sighed as her wand began to vibrate in her pocket. “He’s up. He’ll be hungry, I suppose. I’ll be right back.”

Severus nodded as he picked up the Daily Prophet and perused the articles therein. He could hear Hermione cooing at Rabastan upstairs and listened quietly as she began to sing him a lullaby. He didn’t know she could sing. It surprised Severus that it was calming for him as well. He finally seemed content. He looked around the kitchen and thought about that for a moment. He had a woman willing to be his wife with a child he could learn to love. Yes, he was content.

Severus was interrupted by his musings, the faint smile fading from his lips, when he heard the crystal lamp in the nursery shatter on the floor above his head. “Hermione? Everything alright?” he called.

There was no answer. He stood and walked up the steps. He could see the door of the bedroom opened slightly and the light from the lamp only illuminating a small extended area like a spotlight. He opened the door further to see the room empty.

“Hermione?”

Again, no answer. He went to the crib to check on Rabastan, but all he found was a note. His gut sunk lower than the deepest depths of hell.

S.S,

I saw you with her, touching her, loving her. She is mine. Rabastan is mine.

L.M.

Severus fell to the floor screaming.

“HERMIONE!”

When Remus flooed into the living room for their breakfast conversation, he heard the screaming. He ran to the room to find a once composed and reclusive man curled into a ball crying, clutching desperately to a small blue baby blanket with one hand, and gripping the note with a furious fist with the other.

Author note: I told you the plot bunnies were loose. Yeah, I know I disappointed a couple of you who actually said that if I bring him back you would be disappointed, but who could just up and kill Lucius like that? It was too quick. There needs to be some major payback happening. Yes, I believe Hermione needs her revenge. What do you think?