The First Summer and Summer Series

The morning of the muggle wedding was grey and rainy. Hermione sat up in bed, leaned over Severus and looked out of the window.

“Ugh!” she commented, flopping back.

Severus stirred. “Good morning for the last time, Miss Granger. You become Mrs. Snape today.”

“I thought you said as far as you were concerned we wouldn’t really be married until after the wizard ceremony tomorrow.”

He shrugged, “A technicality.”

They had arrived at Hermione’s parent’s house the evening before. Her Great Uncle Samuel was already ensconced in Hermione’s old room. Other relatives were arriving from different cities, towns and hotels on the day. Severus was surprised to find his usually placid future mother-in-law was a nervous wreck. She had paced and worried and thought up everything that could possibly go wrong.

“Now I know where you get that from,” Severus had murmured to Hermione.

She had just glared in return. For himself, he was jubilant. No fears, worries or doubts assailed him, which was a delightful change. Everything was under control. Hermione found his calm demeanor infuriating. She was a mass of nerverselrself and was trying unsuccessfully to hide it. It was no better this morning.

“Be nice to Great Uncle Samuel. He’s very old, eccentric and quite deaf.” Hermione commented.

“I’m not in the habit of abusing the elderly,” Severus replied.

“You know what I mean!” Hermione snapped.

“Yes, Dear.” Severus smirked at her.

“And get that smile off your face! Do you realize that we’re getting married in six s?” s?”

He raised one eyebrow and replied saucily, “Surely all the more reason to smile?”

A knock at the door startled them both. “Come along you two! No dallying!” Mrs. Granger called out.

They rolled out of bed and started getting ready for the day. After a hurried breakfast, Severus took a cup of coffee and retreated to the sitting room with a newspaper.

“What are you doing?” Hermione wailed almost hysterically.

“Having coffee?”

“There’s too much to do! Hurry! Get ready!”

“I am ready, Hermione. I am dressed in my best dress robes. My boots are polished. I have your ring in my pocket. I even have muggle money to bestow upon the vicar as directed. There is nothing more I have to do.”

His attitude nearly drove her mad, “How can yot tht there and read like that?”

“Come along, Hermione!” Mrs. Granger urged. “Your hair!”

Severus shook his head and returned to the paper.

After a while Mr. Granger joined him. “Took me a while to get Great Uncle Samuel ready. He can be a bit difficult. Anything interesting in the sport?”

Severus started to hand Mr. Granger the paper when a sudden scream issued forth from the bathroom. He leapt to his feet and pulled out his wand, running to see what wro wrong. He could hear Hermione in hysterics.

“What’s wrong?” he called out urgently, pounding on the door. “What is it? Is Hermione all right?”

Mrs. Granger opened the door a crack. “Everything’s fine, just go away and drink your coffee.”

“Why is Hermione crying?” he demanded. He could hear pathetic sobbing isg fog forth from the bathroom.

Mrs. Granger looked uncomfortable. “Well, you’ll know sooner or later anyway,” she whispered. “Hermione’s gotten her period.”

“She’s not due for another fortnight,” Severus replied quizzically.

“It happens to a lot of women. It’s the stress. Now go away.” She closed the door firmly in his face. Severus returned to the sitting room.

“What’s the matter now?” Mr. Granger asked.

Severus shrugged, “Female things.”

“Ah,” Mr. Ger rer replied calmly, returning to the paper.

The doorbell rang and Severus opened the door to the Weasleys en masse. All were dressed in muggle clothes except Ron and Ginny who were part of the ceremony and wearing their best dress robes.

“You look green,” Severus commented to Ron.

“He’s a bundle of nerves,” Mrs. Weasley nodded. “Don’t give him the ring to hold for you until you’re at the church. He‘ll lose it in his state.”

Ron protested loudly but was ignored.

“I must say, Severus,” Arthur Weasley commented. “You look quite calm.”

“I see no reason to be upset.”

Mrs. Granger came out to see what the noise was. “Thank goodness you’re here, Molly. Hermione’s a nervous wreck and I can’t get her hair to cooperate!”

Mrs. Weasley took control. “Ginny! Come with me and we’ll see to Hermione’s hair. Arthur! You take all of the gentlemen and go off to the pub and get out from under our feet. Mind you meet us at the church in good time!”

“Yes, Dear.” Mr. Weasley smiled. He turned to Severus and whispered, “Secret of a good marriage: Just smile and say, ‘Yes, Dear!’”

“I agree,” nodded Mr. Granger.

“I figured that out long ago,” Severus replied scornfully. “And I already used it this morning.”

“You won’t catch me doing that,” George commented.

“Nor me!” added Fred.

“Just wait,” smiled Mr. Weasley.

The pub was empty when they arrived but soon was filled with even more friends and family. Harry and Neville showed up with Seamus and his girlfriend Julie. When added to af thf the Weasley clan it made for a loud gathering.

Severus sat next to Mr. Granger in a quiet corner. “Just a word,” Mr. Granger began, “a word and then I hope I need never bring this up again. Wizard or no wizard, if I ever find out you’ve hurt my daughter, I’ll kill you.” He took a long drink from his pint of lager.

“If I ever hurt your daughter, I’ll save you troutrouble and kill myself.”

“So long as we understand each other.”

“We do.”

Great Uncle Samuel wandered over to join them.

“You must be the vicar,” he greeted Severus.

Mr. Granger sighed, “No, Uncle. This is the groom. You met him last night and again this morning, remember?”

“Yes, yes! I met the groom. He’s over there at the bar.” He pointed at Harry which made Severus clench his fists.

“No that’s Hermione’s friend Harry. This is Severus. He is the one who is marrying Hermione!”

Great Uncle Samuel glared, “That’s what I said! He’s marrying Hermione to the boy at the bar! I’m not stupid! I know a vicar when I see one. He’s wearing his vestments. How long have you been a vicar?”

“About 30 seconds,” Severus replied sarcastically.

“And here’s your curate,” Uncle Samuel was peering at Ron Weasley in his long dress robes. “Lots of freckles. Noder der he decided to go into the church. No woman would have him.”

“What?” Ron asked.

“Never mind,” Severus advised.

“Are you a friend of the groom?” the old man demanded.

Confused, Ron looked at Severus who was scowling darkly before answering, “Well, yes.”

Uncle Samuel nodded. “Handsome boy, isn’t he?”

Ron’s eyes widened with amazement and Mr. Granger jumped in.

“Please, Uncle! Listen! Hermione is marrying Severus. This is Severus. He is the groom.”

Uncle Samuel gave Severus a long look. The light began to dawn. “Ah. Ah yes, I see. Never thought Hermione would marry a vicar, though. Might be a good thhavihaving a man of the cloth in the family.”

“Oh god!” Severus moaned. He picked up their empty glasses and headed to the bar for refills.

“One of those long hair hippie types too,” Uncle Samuel observed. “He’s not wearing sandals is he?”

Ron snorted into his beer and shook with laughter. Even Mr. Granger had to crack a smile.


Back at the Granger house things were finally calming down. Hermione’s hair was tamed into submission and all the bits and pieces were gathered.

“Right! Let’s get to the church!” Mrs. Weasley advised.

The church curate, who was acting as usher, soon gave up trying to place the bride’s family to one side and the groom’s family to the other. Apparently the groom had no family. The Weasleys, discovering the disparity, quickly switched over to become Severus’ extended family. Harry Neville and Seamus joined them.

“Can you believe this?” Harry asked Neville. “Not only is Hermione marrying Snape but we’re sitting over here as his family. If you had told me back first year at Hogwarts this day was coming I wouldn‘t have believed it.”

Ron and Severus came up the aisle to wait at the altar.

“Nervous?” Ron asked.

“No.”

The music began and Severus turned to see his bride walking towards him on her father’s arm. She looked very beautiful and very young.

“On second thought, yes,” he murmured.

But as Hermione slid her hand into his and smiled up at him, all of his doubts faded. He had a hard time keeping himself from leaning over and kissing her then and there. He was very proud of this long waited for prize. They repeated their vows and finally, after so very long, the vicar pronounced them husband and wife.

Hermione reached up and put her arms around the neck of her husband as he took possession of his bride’s mouth.

“Mrs. Snape,” he whispered as their lips parted. “That’s one ceremony down and one to go!”

“Don’t remind me!” Hermione moaned.

“Oy! When do I get to kiss the bride?” Ron demanded. “Why do you think I agreed to this job anyway?”


Severus watched Hermione kissed by Ron and others, not once, but several times during the party afterwards. Under any other circumstances he would have hated it, but not today. Today was one of the best days of his life. He took a deep drink of champagne and thought. He couldn’t quite decide if the best day of his life so far was today, or the day she agreed to marry him, or the day he made love to her for the first time. But he was relatively sure that the wizard wedding was going to add to the list, if she didn’t kill him before it was done. Severus smirked in anticipation.

“You look like the cat that ate the cream,” Great Uncle Samuel remarked to the groom.

Roppenppened to overhear the comment, “Well he should! He just got married to the most beautiful woman here.”

“True,” Severus added. “Better luck next time, Weasley! Pity she doesn‘t have a sister.”

He banged Ron on the back perhaps a little harder than was necessary. Ron’s wand fell from his robes and clattered to the floor.

“What’s that?” Great Uncle Samuel asked.

“It’s a wand. A magic wand.” Severus smirked, as he picked it up. “You see Uncle Samuel, Ron here is a wizard.”

The old man’s eyes popped out of his head. “A wizard?”

“Oh yes, a very mighty wizard. He flies on a broomstick too. Tomorrow we‘re all going to London and Ron is going trforrform some magic tricks for us.”

Eyes bulging, the old fellow swiftly ran off to tell some of the other relatives what he had just heard.

Ron’s mouth hung open in horror. “Why’d you tell him? He‘s a muggle!”

“Because no one’s going to believe the old coot anyway,” Severus replied, giving Ron his wand back. “He‘s completely mad. And I’m bored. Where’s my wife?”


It wasn’t the wedding night of anyone’s dreams. The newly married couple were still in Hermione’s parent’s guest room. They would leave for the honeymoon after the wizard ceremony the next day. Usually Severus had trouble getting aroused in her parents’ home but not on this night. He looked forward to taking his bride for the first time. To his surprise, Hermione protested.

“No, Severus! Not tonight!”

“It may have escaped your notice, Mrs. Snape, but this is our wedding night. It’s my right to...to... assert my husbandly prerogative.”

“How often do I say ‘no’ to you?” she asked.

“Why are you saying ‘no’ now?”

Hermione sighed deeply, “Look, I had my period this morning and it stopped. I don’t want to do anything that might start it up again. I‘m still a bit stressed about tomorrow and I had too much champagnethe the reception today. And there’s still one more wedding to go through in the morning, remember? The more important one according to you. And I need some sleep.”

Severus groaned deeply. “I thought getting married meant I would never have to go without again.”

“Can’t you wait until tomorrow night?”

He sighed and conceded, “Oh alright.”

Hermione rolled over away from him, determined to get some sleep. She felt her husband pull her towards him and cuddle her up spoon style. His nose nudged the soft area behind her ear. She felt a hand creep around to cup her breast.

“Severus,” she warned.

He whispered silkily, “I’m just snuggling into you, my love.”

She tried to relax again. What a day! Everything seemed to have worked out well in the end but there was still one more day of chaos to go. She tried to think if there was anything she had forgotten. Merlin, but she had a headache! Lips began softly, deftly, working the thin strap er ner nightdress over her shoulder. She shivered.

“Severus, I mean it! Stop it!”

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in his deep velvet voice. “Mrs. Snape.”

“Tomorrow!” she insisted.

He exhaled in exasperation and pulled the strap back up then lay still.

Hermione relaxed into his warmth. He didn’t remove the hand from her breast. His nose and mouth rested against the back of her neck. His soft breath was rhythmic and comforting on her skin. After a few moments she thought she felt his thumb working lightly, imperceptibly, against her nipple. She was nearly asleep when she felt him rocking his hips against her gently. His need was evident as a firm erection poked and prodded at her silk clad backside.

“Hermione,” he begged softly in her ear.

“Oh for goodness sake!” Hermione grumbled, rolling over. She reached a hand down and began touching him. Her fingers played gently on his shaft, manipulating the skin skillfully. She captured a few pearly drops in her palm and began using the lubricated flat of her hand against the underside of his arousal. Severus had closed his eyes and collapsed back into the pillows.

He sighed deeply. “You are wonderful, my goddess!” He opened one eye, “Will you take me in your mouth?”

She bent forward and allowed her lips to encircle him. Her tongue swirled sensuously around the head. She nipped and nibbled. Severus moaned loudly and she pulled her head away.

“Severus! Please! We don’t need the whole house to hear.”

He blushed darkly and glared at her, “I have a perfect right to be pleasured by my own wife, Hermione Snape! Especially on our wedding night, one of them anyway.”

“Just do it quietly,” she urged and she bent her head to him again, while he stuffed the edge of the blanket in his mouth to muffle any noise.

Severus tangled his fingers loosely in her hair, reveling in the feeling of her bobbing head and busy mouth. To his dismay she pulled away again.

“Don’t touch the hair!” she begged, “I’ve got another ceremony to go through tomorrow.”

He chuckled and shook his head as she captured his wrists and held them down at his sides, then returned to her task. Surprisingly, Severus found having his hands held back rather sexy, like she was, well, forcing herself on him. Oh yes! A beautiful woman was forcing him to have a blow job. What a fantasy! He began enjoying the sensation, thrusting up into her mouth, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly he felt his orgasm gathering in his testicles. He tried in vain to spit out the blanket and tell her to pull back so he wouldn‘t come in her mouth. Hermione always said she rather liked it but he didn’t believe her. He tried to jerk his wrists free but they were firmly held in her grip. Her lips dipped deeply down onto his shaft again and he began spilling in her mouth. He heard his wife moaned softly through her nose, sensuously working, sucking, drinking from him.

Severus gasped into the ket,ket, undone by the delicious sensations of his wife’s tongue. Long after his orgasm had finished, Hermione continued to milk his manhood, making him shudder deeply at each upward pull.

When she finally stopped, he was limp, exhausted and happy. Married life was good.

“Now! Think you‘ll manage until tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Come up here and let me cuddle you.” he growled, giving her a quick kiss and a nip on the neck. “I don’t know about waiting until tomorrow. Maybe I should conjure you up a chastity belt.”