The First Summer and Summer Series

Before I paste the final chapter I wanted to let everyone know that Whispers, the site where this fic was originally posted, has reappeared in a new location and under a new webmistress! I\'m really pleased as I had two short challenge fics on the site that I had not made copies of when it went down. The new owner has saved the archive which features nice work by Quillusion, Corazon and others. Whispers is strictly for the HG/SS pairing. For those interested, the address is http://www.thepotionsmaster.net/index.php
Thanks! ~Kronae

After a very long apparation, Hermione opened her eyes to the sight of a sunny tropical beach.

“Tradewind Island?” she asked in amazement.

“Mmm...” Severus growled, wrapping his arms around her, “I even managed to book the exact room in which I deflowered you. Then after a few days here, I thought we could dash over to Karnipolia for a week or...”

“No!” she interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t want to go to Karnipolia,” Hermione hadn’t told Severus about turning down the paid research position there. She was sure if they went there, he’d find out somehow. “This is a honeymoon,” she amended sweetly, “No work. I’ve had enough anthropology to last me a while.”

“Alright,” he agreed slowly, but she knew she hadn’t fooled him entirely. He knew there must be another reason. Fortunately, the honeymoon atmosphere soon put it out of his mind.

It was a heady experience returning to the room in which he’d made love to her for the first time. Almost as soon as they stepped through the door he wrapped his arms around her.

“Do you remember?” he growled in a sexy voice.

“Could I forget?” She reached up and kissed him.

His arms came up behind her, pulling her into him with a warm embrace. “I was ready to strangle you at first. I thought you were teasing, playing with fire, and I wasn’t sure how long I could control myself.”

“And I was about ready to strangle you!” she confessed. “I wanted you so badly and you wouldn’t touch me!”

“You were a student!”

“I wasn’t! I had left school!”

“You were very young,” he amended doubtfully. “And beautiful,” his arms tightened around her. “And innocent.” Severus lowered his mouth to hers in a mind blowing kiss. When they finally came up for air, he added, “I still can’t believe you gave yourself to me. My god, woman! You’ve even married me! Why?”

“Because I love you,” she replied simply.

He looked at her silently before pushing her back onto the bed. The clothes were shed quickly but Severus was in no hurry to rush anything else. He slid the tip of his index finger down her neck, across her chest, up a soft curve to a hardened nipple. His lips slid lovingly around the curves of her chin, nibbling gently.

“You forgive the consummation bind?” he murmured against her skin.

Hermione reached down and grasped his sac, “You’d better hope I do!”

He froze for a moment but eventually relaxed and enjoyed her caresses as soon as he realized she was joking. It was nice being able to take his bride leisurely, without constraints of time, space or worry of being overheard. Hermione felt the tip of his tongue skimming her shoulder. Then his mouth descended and began putting a soft suction on her flesh.

“Are you trying to leave a lovte?”te?” she giggled.

“Not trying,” he declared triumphantly. “Have.”

“Severus!” Hermione sat up and craned her neck to see her shoulder. A dark red mark was evident. “You stop that! I want to wear a bathing suit!”

“Hmmm. Then I’d best leave them where they don’t show.” He dipped his head to her right nipple and sucked deeply.

Hermione sighed blissfully and reached both hands up to his head. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back to watch his face. His eyes were closed, concentrating on her taste and on the tactile feeling of tongue against hardening flesh. He pulled his mouth away and rested his head on her breast. She continued to stroke his hair. He was thinking, remembering. She felt fingers begin creeping slowly down her stomach, making it contract in anticipation. They skimmed the flesh below her belly button, danced lightly on the soft dark hair of her crotch, then, a single finger tentatively traced the line of her folds. Severus glanced up at her.

“What was it like?” he asked. “What was it like to be touched by a man for the first time?”

“Like heaven,” she sighed, as his index finger began softy stroking. “Nothing like touching myself. It made me shiver. And I was more than a little nervous. But you made it feel so good, you still do.”

He began subtly, expertly manipulating her clitoris. Hermione could feel the flesh of her mound begin to expand with excitement. After a moment Severus slid his fingers back to find the gathering moisture, pulling it forward, distributing it with a skill that made her thrust her pelvis up and part her thighs widely. On the brink of orgasm, she realized that what she really wanted was to come with him inside of her. Reluctantly, she pulled his hand away and allowed her own hands to explore him. Her fingers followed the sparse trail of hairs down his stomach.

Remembering back, Hermione continued, “My real revelation came when you took your trousers off. I had never seen an erect naked man before. I didn‘t realize you were going to be so...large.”

He chuckled. “My one hidden attribute. Nature does have its compensations. But I’m sorry I hurt you with it.”

“It would have hurt anyway,” she snorted. “But I must admit, I was pretty nervous when I reached down,” she grasped him now and heard him exhale softly. “And felt this huge hot lance and realize you were about to impale me with it.”

“And those delicate fingers touching me, exploring me. No one had ever touched me like that before. As thougwerewere...desirable,” he whispered, “I nearly came in your hand.”

“I could feel you dripping a little, especially when you started pushing into me,” she added smugly.

“You think I was wet? You were positively humid!” he rolled on top of her but did not enter her yet. “When I started pushing in that first time and hit your hymen, I was nervous when I realized what I was going to have to do. I hated hurting you, but it was glorious knowing that I was the only man you had ever allowed in you.”

“You’ll always be my only man,” Hermione whispered.

Severus kissed her softly and began pushing forward, “Gods! You’re still tight! Ahhh! Where did you get those muscles?” he gasped.

“You keep me in practice!” she giggled.

He filled her completely, their bodies pressed as closely together as it was possible to get. Hermione wrapped her lags and arms around him tightly. Sometimes, Severus thought to himself, it felt as though he could never get close enough to her. He stopped a moment and looked down at her doubtfully, finally voicing a question he had often wondered. “Have you ever wanted to do this with another man?”

“Severus! Don’t be silly!”

“It’s not silly,” he frowned. “You were only eighteen. You’ve never been with anyone else. Maybe I shouldn’t have...”

Hermione put a hand over his mouth. “Maybe you shouldn’t have even brought that up. We’ve been through it so many times! Are you ever going to accept that you are my one and only? As you pointed out a few moments ago, I ‘even’ married you!”

“So you did!” he smirked, and resumed thrusting with a skillful rhythm. Then he paused again, deciding to ask another question, the thought of which he had found intriguing but embarrassing. “What did you mean when you said earlier it was nothing like touching yourself? Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Touch yourself,” he blushed lightly. The thought of her doing it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

“Not lately.”

Hermione felt him twitch within her, growing harder if that was possible. “But you have?”

She giggled and blushed, “You do too!”

Severus began pumping his hips into her firmly, “That’s different.”

“Why?”

“My bits aren’t as fun to play with as yours.”

“I beg to differ, Professor Snape!”

“Do you think of me when you do it?” He had already asked the worst questions, he might as well know all.

“Of course!” Hermione smirked at him. It amused her that he was finally asking her things like thisw diw did he think she made it through all those months without him? “Why do you think I keep that old scroll in my bedside table?”

He looked at her blankly.

“I transfigure it into a ... well, you know.”

“Oh my god,” he murmured. He started breathing a little heavier and lengthened his strokes.

“Or, sometimes, when I’ve been all alone and needing you, I’ll get into the shower and let my soapy hands glide over my breasts and down my stomach, imagining it’s you touching me. I like to remember the time you took me standing against the shower wall. I imagine we‘re in there naked together. I slide my fingers around between my legs until I come.”

As Hermione spoke she watched his face. His mouth opened slightly at the thought. His hips had begun to move faster. She realized he was really getting off on this so she kept on talking. “I liked the shower at the house in London. It was a hand-held and I could just hold it down between my legs and let it gush over my clit until I had an orgasm. Mind you, I always had to be careful about locking the door there, what with having Ron in the house. And I didn‘t dare moan or call out your name even though I wanted to.”


His eyes were glittering with lust now. His face flushed and he was definitely panting. It might have just been from the effort but she couldn‘t resist telling him more.

“And” she continued, “I distinctly remember masturbating the night before you took my virginity. I was laying in this very bed, on my back, just like I am now, wondering what it would be like to have my Potions Master pumping between my thighs. Oooh, just like you are right now! I was remembering rubbing myself against your crotch that night in the rose garden so I reached down and let my fingers get all wet and sticky, playing and stroking until I came, calling your name. I wanted you so much! I wanted my teacher to teach me this,” She reached down to grab his muscular bottom, pulling him into her fiercely. “I wanted you pounding in me, wanted you coming in me!”

As she spoke the words he lost control, shuddered and cried out. Frantically, Hermione rubbed herself against him. In her efforts to please him she had forgotten about herself. She could feel him melting inside of her and wanted her own release before he lost his hardness. Severus was still thrusting into her, moaning and sucking in his breath when she felt her orgasm claim her. She purred gently into his shoulder as the waves of bliss washed over her.

When they had caught their breath, Severus rolled off and gave her a quizzical look. “Did you just do that on purpose?”

“What?” Hermione asked.

“Tell me all those things about masturbating to get me randy?”

“You asked!” she protested.

“You did, didn’t you?” He reached over and grabbed her in a hug and kissed her cheek. “You’re very sly, Hermione Snape. I’m going to have to watch out for you. You know all too well how to manipulate your husband and prey on his weaknesses!”

Hermione snickered, “Thoughts of women masturbating?”

“Thoughts of Hermione masturbating! We need to get a hand held shower at Hogwarts.”


Severus and Hermione spent a wonderful two weeks on the island. They swam, laid out on the beach relaxing, had drinks under the shade of umbrellas. Dinners were always good. And bed, well, bedtime was sheer bliss.

Severus hadn’t had a single nightmare since they were married. It was as though the ceremony had purged them from his soul. He slept soundly, ate well, made love regularly. For once in his life, Severus knew happiness without constraint. Even the thought of returning to Hogwarts and teaching wasn’t so bad. He handed over his Gringotts key to Hermione and put her in charge of the family finances.

“I know I can trust you. I picked out a good wife,” he commented. “Besides, you’ll need something to keep you busy once school starts.”

But that, Hermione felt, was just the problem. What was she going to DO at Hogwarts? The thought preyed at her slightly. On the last day at the resort, Severus brought up the subject of Karnipolia again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” he asked. “We’ve spent every summer there since we’ve been together. We have some romantic memories there too.”

“No.” Hermione stated flatly. “I’d rather not.”

Severus looked at her with some concern. “Aren’t you going to tell me why?”

She looked up at him with her best false smile, “I told you already. This is a honeymoon for playing, no work. And I’m sick of anthropology.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Yes I heard that reason. I meant the real reason.”

“That is the real reason.”

“Hermione,” he growled warningly.

“Please, Severus! It’s nothing. Can’t you just accept that?” She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

He snarled, “If it is indeed ‘nothing’ then perhaps you would enlighten me so I don’t have this nagging feeling that you’re hiding something from me.”

“Don’t push!” she begged.

He swallowed, took a deep breath and tried to be patient, “There shouldn’t be secrets in a marriage.”

Hermione started to cry. She hadn’t meant to. In fact, the job at Karnipolia didn’t really mean that muchher.her. It’s just that she felt so adrift! Her shoulders heaved with sobs. For three years she had a focus and now the focus was gone. Severus wrapped his arms around her.

“My beautiful goddess, what’s wrong?” he murmured softly, “Please tell me. This isn‘t right.” He stroked the back of her neck wondering what in hell had happened to upset her like this.

“You won’t understand!” she sobbed. “Then it will upset you and everything will be wrong.”

He pulled her head back to look her in the face. “I’m already upset because you’re crying and keeping secrets from Dam Damn, Hermione! We’ve only been married for two weeks and I’m making you cry and I don’t even know what I’ve done!”

“You see?!?” she shrieked hysterically, “You’re already blaming yourself and you don’t know what it is yet!”

Patience gone, Severus shouted back, “Well then for fuck’s sake tell me!”

She sat down and hid her face in her hands. After a moment, she took a deep breath and looked up. “Okay, sit down.”

He complied, albeit grumpily.

Hermione stayed staring at the ground. “For the last three years I have concentrated on nothing but archaeology. I had a focus. A purpose. A meaning to my life, if you will. For the last year, I have concentrated on getting this wedding, these weddings, planned and executed.”

“And you’ve done admirably well,” he praised. “I’ve heard your thesis is making quite a stir in the scientific community. It was groundbreaking. And the weddings went off well too. What is the problem?”

“It’s all finished.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

Severus sighed, “Hermione, all you need is a new project. I hope you weren‘t thinking I was expecting you to make ME your sole project for the rest of your life.”

She shook her head.

“Anyway,” he continued, “Why don’t you want to go to Karnipolia? I would have thought you’d want to bask in your well deserved glory for a while.”

She was quiet, too quiet. He glanced at her sharply. There was something more.

Reluctantly she spoke, “Just before we got married, Neville’s uncle contacted me and offered me a very well paid research position in Karnipolia.”

“And you turned it down,” he finished softly, “to marry me.”

“I wanted to marry you, Severus! More than a dozen, a thousand, research positions! I don‘t want you to think I‘m sorry about that. It just seems ironic that when you‘re looking for a new project, one that‘s close to your heart, something gets offered to you that you aren‘t able to at. Tt. That‘s why I‘m upset. If I could just get myself something at Hogwarts, some project I could ly sly sink my teeth into!”

“May be you should still accept,” he shivered slightly as he said it. The thought was unpleasant. “I could join you in the summers. It would be an unusual marriage but then, we’re used to being separated.”

“No. I made my decision. Now do you see why I would pr not not to go to Karnipolia?”

He nodded. “You don’t want to be reminded of what you gave up to marry me.”

“Oh christ!” she swore. “You see? I knew that’s how this would end up! If there is one thing that really annoys me about you Severus, it’s the way you enjoy beating yourself up all of the time. You seem to thrive on guilt.”

“And if there’s one thing that I don’t like about you Miss Granger, it’s the way you keep secrets from me. That should have been a joint decision!”

Hermione stood up, “My name is Hermione Snape, not ‘Miss Granger’ and you can just deal with it!”

Severus stood and looked at her for a moment, then took her in his arms. “I can deal with you anytime, Hermione Snape.”

It was strange being at Hogwarts in the summer. Beautiful though. And they had the castle all to themselves. The rest of the staff were on holiday. Crookshanks was pleased to see Hermione. Of course he didn’t let her know that right off, preferring to purr and make much of Severus just to annoy her. But the cat spent little of the first few days Hermione was back roaming with Mrs. Norris, who sat wistfully at the door to their chambers, unwilling to come in and make friends.

Severus and Hermione walked down to Hogsmeade for drinks, or took walks around the grounds. She especially enjoy the full and unrestricted access to the restricted section of the library.

“I would have killed for this before,” she declared to Severus.

Still bored and seeking an occupation, Hermione had scrubbed every inch of their chambers from top to bottom without magic then she started in on his office. He rolled his eyes and let her go at it.

It upset Severus to see wit without a focus. He tried not to feel guilty about the research position but it preyed on him. Worse, after she had told him about being unhappy, he began having the nightmares again. Several times in the following weeks he woke up shaking and sweaty, sick to the stomach. Hermione was there, of course. He was able to snuggle in to her and forget the horrors but the next night would find him twisting and turning again.

There was a new nightmare now that had nothing to do with Voldemort. He dreamt he was in Karnipolia. Hermione was there, somewhere in the ruins, but he couldn’t find her. It reminded him of something that happened to him as a small child. He was playing a game with some other children. He was ‘it’ and while he was blindfolded the other children had all run away home and left him. He had searched for a long time before he had realized he had been abandoned. In his dream it was almost the same. Hermione was hiding from him, running away, abandoning him. Just thinking about it generally, it didn’t sound nearly as bad as the nightmares of rape death and murder that usually assailed him, but he hated this nightmare far worse than any dream he had ever had before.

One night, he awoke from it and was horrified to find he was crying. He had been looking for her in his dream, calling her name, and he knew she was deliberately hiding from him. He knew she was there among the ruins of Karnipolia, staying hidden from him as he scampered around frustrated, frantically searching for her. Just a pathetic old man chasing a beautiful woman. When he finally came sl bac back to reality, Hermione was there, awake and aware, kissing away his tears and murmuring softly. She pulled him to her breast like he was a child and held him tightly. He pretended to go back to sleep and was thankful she never mentioned it in the morning.

Nearly the last straw came when Severus walked into his classroom one morning and found her on her hands and knees scrubbing the dungeon floor.

“No. That’s it. I’ve had enough.”

“What are you talking about?” she grumbled. “This floor needs cleaning.”

Severus reached down and grabbed her wrists then pulled her up to her feet. “THAT is not your job! Furthermore, you are overqualified to do such tedious tasks. I didn’t say anything about our chambers or my office, as you have a certain amount of ownership in those and I suppoll wll women like to perform ritual homemaking skills on their own residences. But this....” he swung his arm around to indicate the classroom. “This is a classroom in a school. It is not part of your domain. I will not have you turned into a charwoman for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

“I have to DO something!” she blazed.

“And so you shall. Come along to my office. Remember once you told me I didn’t have a secretary?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to sit on your lap and pretend to be your secretary!”

“No, you’re not,” Severus agreed. “You’re going to sit down with my plan book and start preparing my lessons... Then maybe you can sit on my lap later on,” he added with a smirk.

“It’s not going to take me long to plan your lessons,” Hermione said gloomily.

“You don’t think so? That goes to show you don’t know the first thing about it. Come along.”

He was r of of course. Lesson planning WAS hard. And it really annoyed her to slave over what she thought was a very good lesson and have him dismiss it.

“Imagine Longbottom is in the class...” was his favourite way to explain why her plans wouldn’t work.

“You don’t have Longbottoms in every class!” Hermione shouted when he sneered over what she thought was a particularly good potions lesson.

He retorted, “No! I don’t. I have Crabbes, Goyles, Flints....”

“Oh, all of your favourites then,” she answered back sarcastically.

Severus turned on her with an expression of malice she hadn’t seen since she was his student. It made her slightly nervous. Then he thrust his face in hers and snarled, “Do you want me to pull out my cane? You remember my cane don’t you?”

After his words had a chance to sink in, and Hermione remembered their sex play, she started to laugh. Severus leaned over the desk and kissed her. “That’s enough for today. Let’s walk down to Hogsmeade.”

By the time school was ready to start, Hermione had completed all of Severus’s lesson plans and he was wracking his brain to find something else for her to do.

“You should write a book,” he declared one evening. “Choose a subject and get started.”

“Will you stop trying to find me things to do?”

Severus walked over to her chair and slid down on his knees in front of her. “I can’t bear for you to be unhappy.”

Hermione ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll be alright.” “I “I want you to be more than alright,” he moped. “What will you do while I’m teaching class tomorrow?”

Hermione shrugged. She really had no idea. Actually his plan of writing a book wasn’t all that bad. She had been considering something of the sort but she had no clue as to what.


Severus was in a foul mood the next morning. He had seen the new first years at the feast the night before, and, as alwatheythey seemed rather stupid. He had no desire to try and stuff knowledge into their thick skulls.

“Be nice,” Hermione begged, straightening his robes and kissing him.

“Why?” he glared.

“Because I asked you?”

He rolled his eyes, picked up his stack of books and went grumpily off to his first class.

Hermione was left all alone. The dungeon was very quiet.





She made herself a cup of tea and looked around. Everything was clean. There was nothing to do. She didn’t want to walk down to Hogsmeade alone for no reason. She didn’t feel like going to the library.
She pulled out a notebook to make some ideas for writing a book. Fiction or non-fiction? After a long time, a tear coursed down her cheek.

A knock at the chamber door startled her.

It was Dumbledore. “Hello my dear. And how are you finding married life?”

“A bit slow,” Hermione admitted.

Dumbledore smiled. “I was hoping you would say that!”

Hermione looked at him with some confusion.

He continued, “I didn’t bring this up before because I wanted to make sure you were well and truly bored before I presented it to you. There is a position open at Hogwarts, my dear. One which is yours if you want it.”

Ah, Hermione thought, teaching a class. Aloud she said, “I really don’t think I want to be a teacher.”

“This is not teaching,” Dumbledore continued. “Come with me.”

A few moments later, Hermione found herself standing with Dumbledore in the chamber of secrets.

“Remarkable place, isn’t it?” he asked proudly.

“Very,” Hermione replied. She was still mystified.

“You see, Hermione, since the discovery of the chamber of secrets, no one has yet made a study of the chamber or fully explored it. There are certainly things left here by Salazar Slytherin himself. What I need, is someone to organize a complete exploration of the chamber, catalog any artifacts, arrange for preservation and, more importantly, write up all of the details in a new book.”

“A book?” Hermione echoed.

“Mmmm. Hogwarts-A Further Revised History. I can think of no better person to write it.”

Hermione wandered around the chamber.

Dumbledore smiled, “You could, of course, bring up some groups of students from the university to assist you. You have total autonomy. And it would be a paid position, of course.”

Hermione turned to him with a grin. “I accept!”


When Severus got home that night he found a happy beaming wife scribbling madly at notes. There were papers everywhere and she had her old archaeological tools out.


“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’ve found a project!” She outlined all of her plans, speaking so quickly he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. As she spoke a glow came over her features that he found exciting. It was good to see her, not only employed, but employed in work that she obviously loved.

Severus wrapped his arms around her, “I have only one complaint.”

Hermione looked up with concern. What could he possibly complain about? “Whe“When are you going to find time to pretend to be my secretary?” he asked suggestively.

“How about right now?” she murmured, reaching up to kiss him.

And as their lips met, they both knew that everything was going to be okay. Hermione looked forward to a happy life, working and living with her husband. Severus looked forward to dreamless sleep and life with his goddess. It was a new start for them both, and one that promised great things.

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