Mine

Hers


“Damn it, Severus!“ Hermione was walking across the bedroom and down the hallway. “I was almost ready to go before you pulled your little caveman routine!”

“What was that, love?” Severus stuck his head out the bedroom door, a cheeky grin planted firmly on his face.

“I said, Oh, damn it, Severus! You know perfectly well what I said!” Hermione did her best not to smile, or stomp her foot. That man always could make her absolutely furious, but until the last few months, she didn’t know he could make her laugh as well. She finally gave up and walked back down the hall toward him, giving him a smacking kiss on the lips. “Now I have to find my clothes in the living room and hope they aren’t destroyed beyond wearing.”

“I think your knickers ended up on top of the bookcase, let me know if you need help reaching them,” he laughed down at her.

This time she did stomp her foot as she stormed down the hallway in her short little robe. Severus knew he was grinning like a loon, and leaned against the doorframe and watched her walk away, her sweet little bum swaying. He loved to aggravate her, there were very few things in life as attractive as Hermione Granger in a temper. He loved the way her cheeks flushed and her normally logical speech reduced to a series of sputters and incoherent stammers. Great Merlin! She was adorable when she was mad!

He turned to go back into the bedroom to find his own clothes when he heard the distinctive pop of apparition and heard her scream. Grabbing his wand, he ran down the hall, too terrified for her to think of the sight that would greet him when he arrived in the living room.

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“I still think we should just go to her front door and knock, “ the dark haired man said.

“We never knock, Harry, we always just apparate in,” Ron said.

“I still don’t understand why we have to go to her house in the first place,” whined the willowy blonde woman. “Is she so simple-minded that she can’t find her own way to a pub?”

The blonde man standing next to Harry couldn’t contain the snort at the idea of calling Hermione Granger “simple-minded.”

“We always pick her up and go to the pub together,” Ron said. “Why would we change that now?”

“Well she may not, you know, be alone,” Harry said.

“She’s always alone,” Ron said, his brow furrowing.

“I can believe that! She is hardly beautiful,” the woman tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Who would be interested in a plain little thing like her?”

“Now just a minute,” Harry started. No one was going to insult Hermione around him!

“Harry, mate, she didn’t mean it the way you think it sounded. Did you, Ginger-Baby?” Ron cooed at the sulky blonde.

“Yeah, right,” Harry grumbled.

“Right! Let’s go then!” Ron exclaimed, grabbing his wife around the waist and disappearing with a crack.

“I still say this is a bad idea,” Harry mumbled to Draco before the two followed with cracks of their own.

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It was so much worse than Snape could have imagined. Rogue Death Eaters, he could have handled; but this… This was just too much. Ron Weasley. It was bad enough that Severus agreed to meet the red-haired nitwit and the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-The-Arse; but to have the dunderhead show up in the living room, staring at Hermione standing there in her robe. Wait a second, that...that fuckwit is actually standing there ogling my Hermione, Severus thought, his thoughts turning very dark. But before Severus could approach, death and destruction his sole mission, he saw Hermione draw her arm back and smacked the man, hard, on his shoulder. Severus grinned, that was another thing Severus loved about Hermione in a temper. She had absolutely no problem displaying it in a physical way.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley! You scared me to death! What are you doing here? I told you we would meet you at the pub!”

Ron looked over at Hermione and saw Severus standing behind her. It only took one look at his former Potions Professor standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips for Ron to drop to the floor on his knees, covering his face with his hands while screaming, “My eyes! I’m blind!”

Another loud pop echoed through the room as Harry and Draco appeared. Harry took one look at Ron screaming about blindness, Hermione still flush-faced and angry and said, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Then, Mr. Potter, why are you here?”

Harry’s sharp eyes took in the clothing on the floor and Hermione’s state of dress, or undress rather, as he looked in the direction of the sneering voice. He saw Snape leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but a towel and said, “Well, I guess that explains Ron’s reaction.”

“Oh, get up, Weasel-Boy,” Draco said. “Ye Gods! Spare me from melodramatic Gryffindors!” With that, he threw himself onto the sofa.

Snape simply rolled his eyes at the young man’s theatrics, no one knew melodrama like a Malfoy he thought.

“Hey, Granger,” the young man said, pulling a scrap of lace from underneath his leg. “Is this yours?”

Hermione gasped as she saw Draco bloody Malfoy swinging her black bra from his fingers.

“Give me that, you great prat,” she huffed as she walked over to him and snatched the bit of lace from his hand. “I’m going to go get dressed.”

She was on her way across the room to the hallway when Draco‘s voice stopped her.

“Don’t feel like you have to on our account, Legs,” Draco leered at her.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Shut it, Dray! Although,” he gave Hermione a considering look, “I do like the robe.”

“Is this a button?” Ron said from the floor, picking up the small black disk.

“What?” Hermione spun around, eyes flying to her friend sitting on the floor in front of her sofa.

“Here is another one!” Ron reached a hand out and picked another disk off the coffee table. “And another! Hey, Mione. How come you have buttons all over your living room?”

Draco couldn’t stop himself, he gave a bark of laughter and shook his head at the puzzled red-head., “Merlin’s Robes, Weasley, I always knew you were a little slow; but this is just down-right thick! Crabbe and Goyle thick!”

“Huh?”

Severus held out his hand and all the buttons that had been lying around the room, including the ones in Ron’s grasp, flew to Severus’s outstretched hand. “Here,” he handed Hermione the small handful of buttons, “Go fix your blouse, I’ll see our, um, guests to the door, shall I?”

“Thank you, Severus,” she reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek then moved down the hall to the bedroom to dress.

Severus waited until he heard the door behind him close, then turned his eyes on the small little group of people in front of him. Drawing himself up, he stalked across the living room to the door. “Gentlemen, and lady, “ he drawled with barely a glance at the blonde woman staring at him, “if you don’t mind. Get out.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Harry stuttered nervously as he walked over to the door. He barely met his former professor’s eyes. Sweet Merlin! Even in a towel the man was intimidating.

Draco stood to follow Harry out, ushering Ron and his wife out as well. Draco barely suppressed a sneer as he looked at her. There was just something sleazy about her. And if Draco thought someone was sleazy, that was saying something. His sharp grey eyes didn’t miss much, and right now they were watching her stare at Severus. This would bear watching.

The four walked out the door and turned to Severus as he said, “Hermione and I will meet you at the pub, as previously arranged,” with that he sent a sneer in Ron’s direction. Then he shut the door in their faces.

“But why were Hermione’s buttons all over the living room?” Ron asked, obviously still trying to work it out.

“A better question would be why were her knickers on top of the bookcase?” Draco waggled his eyebrows at the group, apparating to the pub with Harry before Ron could finally put two and two together and actually come up with four.

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Severus walked into the bedroom where Hermione was trying to repair her blouse. As he walked into the room, she looked up at him, glaring at him from her perch on the edge of the bed.

“Hermione, I,” he began before she cut him off.

“I can’t believe they came here after I told them to meet us there!” She stormed. Severus sighed, thankful it wasn’t him she was mad at.

“Well, we would have been sitting in the living room, dressed and ready to go if I had not,” he lifted a brow at her, “acted like a ‘cave-man,’ I believe you said.”

She walked over to him, her eyes softening as she put her hands on his shoulders, “I like your cave-man routine. In fact,” she reached up on her toes and began placing feather-light kisses on his jaw, “if you want to play cave-man again, I won’t stop you.”

He let his head fall back and closed his eyes as those soft little kisses turned into playful nips along his neck. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest and down along his sides, nails scraping lightly. She felt him shudder under her fingers and felt an answering shudder in her own body; she loved to feel the normally controlled man come apart at her touch. She continued to stroke and tease using her hands, lips and tongue, until finally he lifted her in his arms, stalking to the bed.

“No more teasing, Witch,” he growled against her throat. He dragged his lips along her neck to the soft spot where it met her collarbone, then he nipped lightly. She gasped, tilting her head on the pillow to give him better access as she clutched at his shoulders. He lifted up and grabbed her hands, securing them above her head with one of his. He moved his mouth along her neck and chest, free hand dancing along her hips and thighs.

“You…you said,” she panted, “no more teasing.”

“I said you can’t tease, I can,” he smirked up at her. He continued to nibble and suck at her breasts, his hand brushing over the soft curls at the top of her thighs. She parted her legs as he moved his hand lower, gently stroking the soft folds of flesh. He slipped a long finger into her, groaning against her throat as he felt her body clench around the digit. She was writhing against him, pleading for more. When he brushed his thumb across the hard little bundle of nerves at the top of her folds, she screamed and he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of her hands and moved between her legs, entering her in one long, smooth thrust, both moaning their pleasure at the feeling. The rocked together slowly at first, savoring the sensations; but it wasn’t long before the slow gentle rhythm gave way to the demands of their bodies. His hands gripped her hips as he plunged into her, driving her higher, their movements becoming more and more erratic as they neared completion. Her nails scored his back as she screamed her release; he threw back his head and roared when his own climax washed over him moments later. He collapsed on her, gasping and panting, arms around her; she held him to her, arms and legs wrapped around his body, her hands soothing the scratches on his back.

He finally lifted his head from her throat, dark eyes meeting amber, and grinned, “Cave-man enough for you?”

“Get off me, you big oaf!” She laughed as she put both hands on his chest and shoved, “Now we are really going to have to hurry to get to the pub on time.”

She jumped out of bed and ran to the closet to grab a clean pair of jeans and soft green jumper, casting a quick cleaning charm on herself and Severus as she did. They most definitely did not have time for another shower, the last one took over an hour.

“I don’t want to go,” Severus said with a pout. “I’m feeling anti-social this evening.”

“You always feel anti-social,” she laughed. She threw him a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeve black tee-shirt, “Get dressed, you big bat! We are leaving in 10 minutes.”

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The pub was loud and crowded; music pumping from the direction of the dance floor, the clacking of billiard balls coming from a corner, and everywhere the laughing voices of the young members of Dumbledore’s Army blended with the voices of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. It was Lupin’s birthday and the pub had been rented out for the occasion. Severus was standing at the bar, sipping a fire whiskey. Hermione was talking animatedly to Harry and Luna while drinking her fourth cocktail, Severus grinned to himself as he thought about an old rhyme she once told him when explaining why she didn‘t like to have more than two drinks,

One is alright,
Two at the most,
Three under the table,
Four under the host.

Severus was just debating going over to tell her that Dumbledore was their host when Draco came over to him.

“That is an absolutely evil smile, Severus,” Draco said with a smirk. “What are you thinking about?”

“Poetry,” Severus answered with a straight face.

“Right,” Draco answered, sipping his own fire whiskey. “So. Ginger.”

Severus looked over at the young man and cocked a brow, “Mr. Weasley’s wife? What about her?”

“Did you know that she made a play for Harry awhile ago?” Draco asked, ignoring the snort he heard from Severus. “Then she shows up a couple months after that married to the Weasel.”

“Indeed.”

“And tonight, at Hermione’s, she was watching you like a niffler in a Gringott’s vault,” Draco told him. “I don’t trust her.”

“I have given her no thought whatsoever; but I will defer to your judgment in this case,” Severus answered.
“Who don’t we trust?”

They turned to find Lupin standing behind them with a curious expression.

“Ginger Weasley,” Draco replied, grinning at the sneer that crossed Lupin‘s face.

“I agree with Draco, Severus. I don’t trust her either.”

“Speak of the devil,” Draco muttered under his breath. He and Lupin turned their backs and faced the bar.

Draco leaned over to Lupin and said something in a low voice. Lupin nodded and moved off, heading for Harry and Ron.

“So, Severus,” Ginger walked up to the tall man. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “We haven’t really had a chance to talk. Get to know each other better.”

“Mrs. Weasley, I do not have any intention of getting to know you,” Severus sneered in his coldest voice. While she was either too drunk or too stupid to notice the ice in the man’s voice, no one standing around them was.

“Oh, come now, Severus,” she cooed at him. “I’m sure you’ve been curious about me. I know I’ve been curious about you. You’re dark and mysterious. And you’re a hero, Sevie. I like heroes.”

“I am also something else, Mrs. Weasley,” Severus said, voice dripping with disdain as he emphasized her married title.

“Ooh, and what is that?”

“Hers.”

“What?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice. “Whose?” She turned when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder.

“Mine,” Hermione answered softly before sending her fist into the other woman’s jaw. Hermione stood there and watched as the girl crumpled to the floor.

Draco stood behind her laughing, “Damn, Granger, you still have one hell of a right cross.” He took her right hand in his and kissed her knuckles.

“Oh,“ a soft moan came from the floor. “Ronnie?” she looked up at the red head looming over her. “Ronnie, did you see what that bitch did to me?”

Ron looked down at his very soon-to-be ex-wife. “You get your shite out of my house tonight,” he sneered in a very Snape-like way. “Mad-Eye? Can you go with this sorry piece of trash and make sure she doesn’t rob me blind, and then change the wards to keep her out of my house?”

“It will be my pleasure, boy,” Mad-Eye growled. “Let’s go, girly.” The former Auror reached down and grabbed the now cursing woman’s arm and apparated out of the pub.

Severus looked over at Lupin, “You and Draco went and got Hermione and Ron, didn’t you?”

“Of course, Sevie,” Lupin laughed at him.

“Watch it, Wolf-man!” Severus glared at him; but could only hold back a moment before he began to laugh. The startled looks on the people around him, just made him laugh harder. It wasn’t long before Lupin joined in and everyone stood and stared in shock as the two men collapsed against each other, holding each other up and laughing their heads off.

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That night Hermione lay in her bed, draped across Severus, her fingers idly tracing random patterns on his chest. She twisted her head up to look at him, “So, you’re mine?”

He ran his fingers through her hair, “Yours, Hermione. Forever if you’ll have me.”

She raised up and looked into his eyes, “Was that a proposal, Severus?”

“It was. I know you would probably prefer moonlight and roses; candlelight and romance,” Severus brushed her cheek. “You deserve romance, you deserve so much. So much more than me; but I love you, Hermione. I need your kindness and your light. I need you in my life. I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife. Hermione, will you marry me?”

Hermione looked up at him with tear soaked eyes, “Oh, Severus. I want that so very much. I love you. I need you in my life. I want you to be my husband and I want to be your wife.”

He pulled her to him in a bone-crushing embrace. Her tears dried as he kissed her. They moved together in a timeless dance, bodies expressing their love and passion. Much later, spent and satisfied, they were settling off to sleep. As she drifted off, Hermione mumbled, “So, how many children do you want?”

Severus’s eyes popped open. He looked down in shock at the little witch now curled fast asleep at his side, a small smile playing softly on her lips. “Children?” he squeeked.

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I want to thank everyone for their kind reviews. It means a lot to me when you all leave your comments and thoughts. Once again, I am not a Canon Nazi, so if anyone seems out of character, it is because I needed them to behave the way they do in THIS story. I hope you enjoy this little jaunt. I said in the last little bit that this was supposed to be a one-shot and it went out of control. I think this is the end, but… Please let me know what you think.