Bloodbound

The Wedding

Hermione was still in the Great Hall with Ron and Harry when a third year walked over to their table.


“Are you really Mrs. Snape?” the girl asked incredulously.


That’s when it really hit Hermione that she was a married woman. She was fifteen going on seventeen and she was a married woman. It wasn’t as if the wedding were a blur to her, on the contrary in fact. She remembered it as if it were only moments ago.


Hermione was standing on the cold polished floor of her chambers. This was to be her last night in them. She studied her reflection in the large oval mirror, and she was still in awe, of the (gown-robes) that adorned her body. Severus had told her that the many weeks in such a pitifully plain frock would pay off when she saw her wedding (gown-robes). She never could have imagined it the way it really was.


The robe was made of the most luxurious silk chiffon, and was the color of winter’s first snow. The bodice was fitted to clearly show her delicate form, and the robe touched the floor. The sleeves were long and elven, but split up the center, in an almost Roman style, a bit of a cross between the two. The embroidery and beading on the bodice was unbelievable, so intricate and so perfect and the beads sparkled like diamonds…in fact Hermione wasn’t entirely sure they weren’t. The neckline fell low, so that her breasts peeked up over it and in the middle, where her breasts gently creased was am emerald of the most vivid green she had ever seen in her life.


The shoes that lay on the bed were every bit as detailed and intricate as the robe and Snape had given her a special diamond and emerald choker that was bewitched to style her hair in a very elaborate pinned up style and a matching diamond and emerald tiara adorned her head. Attached to the tiara was a gorgeous silk trimmed lace veil. Hermione had never felt so beautiful in her entire life. She was about to put on one of the shoes when she heard a soft knock at her door.


“U-um y-yes?” she practically croaked, unsure of who could possibly be knocking on her door just an hour from her wedding. The door creaked open and Shanair’s face appeared at the door. Hermione must have looked taken aback, because Shanair put up a hand as if to say ‘it’s ok, it’s ok,’ and he stepped into the room.


“Wow, you look….well… uh wow,” Shanair stammered looking at her. He cleared his throat.


“We never really got the chance to talk after my father announced his decision, and even though I am disappointed I wasn’t chosen, I still wanted to see how you were with it all,” he said looking at her intently, trying to read her. Hermione put up a hand to break his attempt to enter her mind.


“Thank you, Shanair. I have come to terms with it, and am beginning to look forward to being Mrs. Severus Snape. This is all still so surreal to me, and I suppose that has a lot to do with it. I mean I never dreamed in a million years I would become a Snape, much less Mrs. Severus Snape. Really though, your concern means a lot to me, and I am very thankful that we will still be connected in some measure, although I do find it a little awkward I will be your step-mum,” she giggled nervously, and Shanair followed suit, both laughing riotously. Shanair bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek, and bowed out of the room. Hermione finished dressing, very aware of the butterflies in her stomach.


The courtyard was expansive, and the guests were many. Hermione trembled as she passed down the aisle, it seemed to grow a mile with each step she took toward Severus, who was waiting for her.


The beginning of the ceremony was almost a blur, owing to the fact that when her hands touched Snape’s, he entered her mind.


“Do not be afraid. This will be over soon, and we will be married. We will be forever tied to one another until death parts us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way”


“Who gives this woman to this man?”


“I Shaman Snape, acting on behalf of my father Severus Snape, do hereby give this woman to this man in the bonds of holy matrimony now and forever, till death shall part the two.” Shaman practically spat. He had wanted Hermione for himself, but agreed to act on behalf of his father at the ceremony under the condition that his contract with Pansy Parkinson be revoked and he would have minimal restrictions be allowed to choose a wife for himself. Severus agreed, knowing full well he didn’t want Parkinson in his family anyway, and that his son was capable of choosing someone suitable enough to bear the name Snape.


“Severus do you accept this woman as your wife now and forever?”


“I do accept this woman.”


“Please exchange the rings and seal the ancient spell that binds you together from now until death shall part you.” Dumbledore continued, and Hermione practically gasped when she saw the ring Snape was placing on her finger. It was a diamond that was at least 3 carats, on either side of the glittering stone sat an emerald of the same vivid green on her dress, carved into the white gold side was the Snape name and family crest. When she collected herself she placed the ring she had been given for the ceremony on his finger. It also white gold, with the family name an crest, and appeared to be a snake encircling his finger, with emerald eyes. He bent to kiss her and her body coursed with the heat from his body.


Hermione was shaken from her memory by a sudden flushed feeling that crept over her. She could feel her face burning, and she looked at her shoes in slight embarrassment at the knowledge of Ron and Harry watching her become so hot and bothered.


Severus suddenly stopped grading the parchments. He felt Hermione strongly and wondered if she was in trouble. He prodded her mind, searching for answers and what he saw was himself, kissing her and holding her after the wedding ceremony was complete. He smiled to himself. This was a good sign that she was adjusting to him. Her thoughts seemed to stop at the end of the ceremony, but Severus’ mind trailed off, to later, after all those pesky guests had left and the formalities observed.


He saw himself leading Hermione back to his--their bedroom. The chastity spell had been lifted and he had been waiting for this moment for weeks, or maybe longer. Her breasts had been torturing him since he saw her walking toward him to become his wife. He grabbed her and kissed her, pressing himself against her, begging her. His trousers were uncomfortably tight, and with a wave of his wand their robes had been removed. He pressed the tip of his hot cock against her belly, wanting, needing to enter her. He kissed her deeply, and caressed her back, moving his hand down to her hip, to the tattoo. Suddenly Hermione wanted him just as badly.

She began to kiss back with a burning need and bucked her hips into his massive erection. Severus could take it no longer. He lifted her up as though she were made of air and spread her on the bed. The want and need in her eyes only made him want her more. He threw himself upon her, and began to kiss every inch of her body. His dick was throbbing almost painfully with desire, and he found the sweet core of his new bride. Slowly but insistently, he eased himself inside her. The two gasped at the sensation.


She was so hot, tight, and wet, Snape couldn’t hold back. He began to pump, rocking his hips back and forth, filling her. Her soft moans made him shudder in pleasure and she grabbed at his back, pulling him closer and closer each time, driving him deeper and deeper within her. He found her perfect little pink rosebud nipple and took it into his mouth as he thrust harder and faster. She began to moan loudly, and he knew she was close…and so was he. He began to thrust harder and faster than he had ever in his life and could feel their climaxes building, and when she screamed he knew that they had came in unison, in a powerful explosion, leaving them both breathless and seeing stars.


Snape was jogged from his memory by the tight bulge in his trousers. He wanted her and he wanted her now!