AFTERWARDS

Severus was standing in the kitchen of the house in Hogsmede, pouring champagne into three flutes. Ellen Granger walked in to the room smiling at him.

‘I’m not sure I should drink much more! The last three glasses have already gone to my head!’ She giggled and it reminded him of Hermione’s laugh. He turned and smiled at her, handing her a glass.

‘Nonsense. It’s a time for celebration, in more ways than one.’ He smiled and she looked at him thoughtfully. He was handsome in an unconventional way and she could understand why her daughter had agreed to marry him, despite the age gap. Ellen decided that Hermione had very good taste in men and smiled warmly at Severus. He was aware she had been weighing him up and let out a small breath of air in relief.

Paul Granger was sat on the couch with Hermione, holding her hand gently. They were both looking into the fire, similar smiles on their faces.

‘He’s a good man, isn’t he?’ Paul spoke softly and conspiratorially under his breath to Hermione.

Hermione smiled at her Father. He was a little greyer around the temples since she last saw him and his face had taken on the healthy glow of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors.

‘Severus is a better person than anyone will ever really know, Dad. Some of the things he’s been through… well. I’m lucky he’s still alive. He put his life on the line more than once in the battle against Voldermort. Without him, we would have lost.’

Hermione looked into the kitchen and could see her mother talking animatedly with Severus, him nodding politely and listening to everything she was saying. Hermione smiled.

‘I think Mum likes him…’ She laughed softly and Paul followed her gaze.

‘Oh dear… poor Severus. The only person I know who talks more than your mother is you…now he has you both to deal with! It’s so much easier if she doesn’t like you, at least you get some peace!’ He laughed gently, his eyes shining. The past three weeks had been a revelation to him and he felt like he had fallen in love with Ellen all over again.

Hermione laughed and caught her Dad’s eye. ‘I really missed you, Dad.’

‘I know, sweetheart.’ He smiled and squeezed her hand, imagining how difficult it must have been for her. ‘But we’re back now and looking forward to lots of grandchildren to keep us out of mischief!’ He chuckled at her.

‘Dad!’ Hermione blushed to her roots. He still had the ability to make her feel like a 12-year old.

‘Just teasing…’ He sighed and looked back at Severus and Ellen. ‘He asked me, you know…’

‘Who asked you what?’ Hermione was puzzled.

‘Severus…he asked me for permission…to marry you.’ Paul looked at Hermione with a twinkle in his eye.

‘Did he? When?’ Hermione was intrigued.

‘Yesterday. He was so nervous he was shaking!’ Paul laughed at the memory and Hermione giggled.

Severus had faced Voldermort on more than one occasion and bravely confronted death, but asking her Dad for his permission to marry his daughter had him quaking with fear. Hermione made a mental note to use that against him when she needed to win one of their debates and grinned as her Mum walked back in, Severus following with the champagne.

They sat and talked for another hour until Hermione started to yawn. Paul stood up and suggested it was time for them to leave. Severus had booked them a room at the Three Broomsticks and ensured Kreacher had attended to it as well as he had the cottage. It had already been agreed that Hermione’s parents would stay until after Christmas so they could catch up properly.

Hermione closed the door and turned, leaning against it and looking at Severus, a small smile on her lips. Severus was sitting at the table, swirling Firewhisky around the bottom of his glass and looking at her. Suddenly, the fact that they hadn’t been together for almost a month seemed to hit them both and the air between them was electric.

Draining his glass, Severus stood up and held his hand out to Hermione. They didn’t break eye contact as she walked towards him and took his hand and they both felt a jolt as their skin touched. Severus waved his wand and the lights in the room dimmed, leaving a shaft of light coming from upstairs to light their way to the bedroom. Severus let Hermione lead him and he watched as she climbed the stairs, her dress skimming her round buttocks and her hips swaying provocatively. He was sure she had no idea how alluring she was.

They entered the bedroom and Severus used his wand to close the deep purple velvet curtains and send tiny balls of light above the bed, like fairy lights. The bed was French Oak with a high headboard carved to make the edges soft and a footboard to match. The bed linen was white crisp cotton, a purple velvet throw across the foot of the bed. It was exactly as Hermione would have chosen but she paid no attention to the furnishings. The only thing that interested her was her fiancé.

Severus continued to stare at Hermione as he closed the door quietly behind him. Neither spoke as they met at the foot of the bed. Severus took her small hands in his, his face serious. Hermione’s gaze was piercing. She felt she had never loved him as much as she did in that moment and as they kissed, it felt at though time stood still. Hermione moved her mouth against his and parted her lips gently. Severus ran his tongue along her lower lip, biting it gently before pushing his tongue slowly and sensuously between her teeth and into her sweet mouth. Their tongues met and danced over each other as Severus wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her body to his. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist, gently stroking the small of his back with her fingers as he moved his hand to the nape of her neck, caressing her skin with delicate touches. He moved his lips to her ear, planting small kisses and licking her ear lobe, before moving to her throat. Hermione closed her eyes and tipped her head back a little as he licked his tongue gently across her neck and to her other ear, moving to plant small kisses along her jaw before capturing her mouth with his.

Severus reached his hand to the halter neck of Hermione’s dress and unclasped it, then moved his hand to the zip below. Hermione shrugged her hips and the dress slipped off her, falling in a silken pool at her feet. Severus gazed at her. She was wearing a pale blue stain strapless basque, with matching panties trimmed with French lace which were cut high on her leg, accentuating the delicious triangle between her legs. Her skin was luminescent in the soft light he had cast, her eyes bright and her lips moist as she ran her tongue across them gently. He thought she had never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment.

Hermione felt alive, her skin tingling under his gaze. She stepped towards him and began to unbutton his dress jacket, her fingers moving deftly downwards. Severus stood with his jacket open and waited as she walked behind him and lifted it from his shoulders, hanging it on the end of the bedpost. She stood behind him and moved her hands to the front of his trousers, pushing herself into his firm back and resting her cheek against his shoulder. She unfastened his waistband and pushed his trousers to the floor. Severus never wore underwear and Hermione looked at his firm buttocks being gently skimmed by his whit shirt and turned him to face her. Hermione unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open as she slid her arms around his waist and pulled her towards him. His erection rested gently along the inside of her thigh as she tipped her head to his.

Severus sighed as he kissed her. He could feel his hardness against her soft flesh and pushed himself into her. He heard her gasp a little and pushed his tongue inside her mouth deeply, holding onto her buttocks and grinding himself against her.

Their kisses became more urgent, tongues wrestling and hands wandering over each others’ bodies, exploring and remembering the feel of each other. Hermione pulled away from Severus and turned her back so he could unzip her basque. As he did so he planted kisses along the flesh he exposed and as her underwear fell to the floor, his hands immediately cupped her full breasts as he sucked the base of her neck. His fingers found her taut nipples and caressed them with soft strokes. He massaged her soft mounds and let his hand drop, gently lifting the elastic of her panties and pushing his finger through her softly curling pubic hair.

Hermione lifted her hands to his hair, pulling his face around to kiss him and arching her back as he dipped his finger in the pool of moisture between her folds. Severus pulled away and put his hands on her shoulders to turn her to face him. He knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down to just below her buttocks, unable to resist putting his face between her legs and running his tongue along her lower lips, glistening with juice. His tongue reached her clitoris and he circled it sensuously as Hermione moaned his name and ran her hand through his soft black hair.

Severus pulled away, licking his tongue around his mouth and tasting her as he pulled her panties off, leaving her naked and beautiful in front of him. He took her hand and led her to the side of the bed, pulling back the bedclothes. Shrugging off his shirt, he climbed into the bed and rolled across, leaving room for her to snuggle beside him. Hermione slid across to him and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply and slowly. Hermione moved her hand to Severus’s cock and gently ran her soft fingers over the tip and down his shaft, before caressing his balls. She felt them tighten and thrust her tongue into his mouth as his fingers slid gently inside her tight vagina.

Hermione began to move her hand firmly up and down his shaft, pulling the foreskin over the tip and squeezing a little as she did so. Severus moaned a little beneath her lips, pushing her onto her back as his fingers started to thrum her quickly. He rolled gently on top of her and she could feel his cock nestled between her soaking lower lips. Her vagina was throbbing for him and he continued to rub his fingers over her clit as he slowly slid himself inside her tight pussy.

‘Ahhh!’ Hermione sighed and lifted her knees, wrapping her legs around his waist and using her feet to gently push his hips towards her core.

‘Uh…gh..’ Severus grunted as he pushed his thick shaft inside her tightness. He felt her slick walls engulf him, her muscles tightening against his shaft and squeezing delectably. He pushed himself up onto his hands and using his knees for leverage, he began to thrust himself slowly in and out of her. Hermione tipped her pelvis upwards and cried out with pleasure as she felt his tip rubbing against her g-spot.

Hermione could feel her vagina throbbing, a familiar sensation building and she gasped.

‘Oh gods, Severus… I’m coming… oh god, I’m coming…’ She moaned, her breath coming in heavy gasps, her nails digging gently into him as he began to thrust a little harder.

Severus could feel Hermione writhing beneath him, her involuntary movements causing an exquisite sensation on the tip of his cock which sent him over the edge. He was thrusting harder with each plunge and he knew he was about to come. He wanted to prolong the sensation and slowed his movements until it felt like Hermione was stoking him with her vagina as she moved her pelvis back and forth.

Suddenly Severus knew he was going to climax and with a deep moan he rammed himself into her wetness over and over, feeling his sperm explode from his throbbing head and hearing her cry out his name from what seemed like some distance away. Severus held himself inside her for a moment before collapsing gently onto her, kissing her face, damp with tears. Hermione kissed his cheeks and he realised he was crying too.

They looked at each other and laughed as they wiped tears from each others’ faces.

‘I love you Hermione…’ Severus smiled at her and kissed her soft mouth.

‘Oh god, I love you too…’ Hermione pulled him to her and hugged him fiercely, never wanting to let go.

He rolled onto the bed and they held each other gently, watching the soft lights as they glided in a lazy pattern above their heads. All they could hear was their gentle breathing.

‘Severus…?’ Hermione whispered his name, not sure if he was sleeping.

‘Yes, my love?’ He whispered back in a teasing tone.

‘Can we do it again?’


Hermione giggled as she felt his hand make its way between her legs.

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This chapter is especially for Jocy who has regulalry reviewed and made a request for me to prolong the story. How better than with a nice slow shag!!