AFTERWARDS

Severus held Hermione until she stopped weeping and gently brushed the hair from her face. He kissed her gently and she lay back on the pillow to look at him, her eyes serious. Severus returned her gaze and smiled gently at her.



‘Do you regret it?’ He asked gently.



‘Not at all. Do you?’ She looked at him.



‘No…it was incredible, overwhelming… I had no idea… ‘ He looked at her, his face one of joy and surprise.



‘I know what you mean. Oh Severus…’ Hermione began to cry tears of joy and he joined her as their lips met, tears mingling on their cheeks and dripping between their lips, salty and wet.



They had abstained from love making on the instruction of Celestina so they were prepared fully for the ritual and they were both more than ready as they untied their robes.



Slowly and passionately, they started to caress each other, Severus stroking his hands over her full breasts, letting his fingers tease her pert nipples and taking one between his wet lips, letting his tongue rub over the pebbled aureole and flicking her hard peak. Hermione started to writhe as spasms of desire flooded her vagina, tightening and relaxing as Severus paid similar attention to her other breast willingly. He let his tongue trace a delicious line towards her wet pussy and gently began to trace a line through her labia until he found her core. He used his tongue to brush her clit and she almost cried out with desire for him, her hands in his hair as he brought her to the brink of her orgasm.



Sharing each other’s memories of making love had taught them how the other felt, how the experience was for them. It changed their perception and it also meant that when Severus licked her, he knew what she was feeling, when to start and when to stop. Hermione gasped, as he pulled away and knelt between her legs, lifting her hips and buttocks gently with his hands as he entered her.



Severus laid himself on top of her, shifting his pelvis slightly upwards. Hermione gasped as she felt his shaft rub against her clit and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Severus moved his face to her and they kissed deeply as he started to roll his hips over her clit, causing delicious friction. Hermione was soaking wet and she began to move her hips to meet with his. Severus moved his hand to her breast and pulled gently at her nipple and she moaned beneath his mouth. They were moving in synchronisation, hips rocking, Severus withdrawing a little and gasping at the sensation of her nether lips stroking the tip of his cock.



‘Oh Gods…Hermione…’ Severus moaned, his eyes closed, head tipped backwards.



‘I know… Oh gods…so close…’ She gasped, thrusting her hips to meet his downward plunges.



‘Oh gods…now, my love…now…’ Severus grunted and started to thrust more firmly inside her tight wet pussy.



‘Oh yes!! YES!!!’ Hermione cried, her legs shaking and her buttocks clenching as she came over and over again, feeling Severus stiffen and shoot his orgasm over the end of her cervix, screaming her name hoarsely into her ear.



They lay in each others arms and talked about their memories for the remainder of the day, laughing and crying, making love, caressing and holding each other, unable to leave the protection of the circle until dusk, when Celestina arrived and removed the wards on the chamber door.



They dressed in their robes and walked back into Severus’s sitting room.



Celestina walked up to them and held their hands together, smiling warmly at them.



‘Congratulations, both. Your union is blessed, you are joined, one body, one soul, never to be parted.’



Hermione smiled up at Severus. ‘I think we’re married, Severus…’ She laughed a little.



‘I think we always were…’ He smiled at her.



They both knew the hand fasting ceremony was for show, a wedding of sorts for their friends and Hermione’s family. In their hearts, the real wedding had just taken place, the sharing of their souls, with just themselves as witnesses.





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