AFTERWARDS

‘Oh gods, Severus…’ Hermione bit her lip and ran her fingers through his hair as he knelt between her legs, his face nuzzling her wet vagina, his tongue dipping quickly in and out as he swallowed her sweet juices.



The were in front of the fire in their house in Hogsmede, Hermione wantonly half undressed, half on and half off the sofa, her blouse open, her bra pulled down so her full breasts were on show, her skirt hitched around her waist and her knickers.. well, she didn’t know where they were. Still suckling at her wet pussy, Severus was in his school robes, his cock throbbing and pressing against the seam of his trousers. In a moment he was going to fuck her, but for now he just wanted to hear her scream his name.



It had been a week since their joining in the chamber and they had a week to go before the hand fasting, but it felt like they were on honeymoon already. Sharing each other’s memories and more importantly, bodily experience whilst in the throes of passion, had ignited something within them both and for a week, sex was the only thing they could think about.



Sitting close to each other at the staff table during lunchtimes was becoming agony for them, as soon as they saw each other their pupils would dilate, Severus would become so hard it was painful and Hermione’s nipples would be visible beneath the front of her uniform. As soon as the school day ended, they would floo back separately to the house, the first back pacing impatiently until they were both in the same room. Doors and windows and the floo would be warded, a silencing charm placed over the house and more often than not, they didn’t make it to the bed. Hermione had a particularly memorable orgasm on top of Severus half way up the stairs, which she promised he would be repeating sometime soon.



Severus was licking Hermione’s clit and inserted a finger, moving it in and out and pushing gently on her G spot.



‘I’m coming… oh goddess…Severus!!’ Hermione wailed loudly and wrapped her thighs around his head as he drank her come greedily, licking her clean until he pushed away from her.



Severus shrugged out of his robes and removed his trousers quickly, his thick cock springing forward as he did so. Hermione gasped. He looked bigger than usual, his purple head covered in pre cum and twitching as he looked down at her.



He knelt between her legs and looking lustfully at her lithe body.



‘Turn over, witch.’ He spoke directly and Hermione grinned. She loved it when he took control. Sexily she lifted one leg and crossed it over the other, giving him a nice view of her dripping vagina as she did so.



Hermione lay with her forehead resting on the sofa. Severus looked at her delicious buttocks and gave her another order.



‘Put your feet on the floor and lift your sexy arse for me…’ He watched as she did just that. He was still kneeling and could see her nether lips softly dusted with curls, her clit engorged with blood and ready to be put to its task again. Severus stood behind Hermione and slipped his finger between her folds. She moaned and rolled her hips until he replaced his finger with his throbbing cock. He rammed himself quickly and they both gasped.



From his position Severus could reach her clit and his began to rub her juices across it as he moved his hips back and forth. Her pubic bone was rubbing wonderfully across the ridge of his head and he knew he would come quickly. He masturbated Hermione quickly and as she started to moan and push her hips back to meet his thrusting, he let go of himself and rammed himself as hard as he could into her tight sheath.



They came together, both of them screaming incoherently and collapsing in a tangle of limbs on the floor in front of the fire.



They lay panting in each other’s arms for a long while, gently kissing and caressing each other and looking deeply into each other’s eyes, sharing I love you’s.



Later, after they had showered together and enjoyed a slow, leisurely fuck on the bathroom floor, Hermione cooked for them and they opened a bottle of wine. Both of them were too tired to talk but it was fine, the silence was comfortable. After eating Severus took Hermione’s hand across the table and smiled at her.

‘Would you mind if I left you for a short while this evening? There is something I need to do before the hand fasting but it’s a surprise…’ Communication between them was no longer a problem, both of them secure in the knowledge that the other loved them deeply.



‘Of course, that’s fine. I need to work on my vows anyway, it will give me time without you trying to look over my shoulder!’ Hermione giggled. She had already written some of her vows but caught Severus, who seemed to struggling with his, looking at hers for some clues.



‘I won’t look again, I promise… anyway, mine are done.’ He smiled at her smugly as her face fell.



‘Oh. OK.’ Hermione had thought she would get hers finished first. There was still a little of the schoolgirl in her who hated competition if she didn’t come first.



Severus stood and kissed her softly on the lips. ‘I’ll be back before midnight I hope. I love you.’



Hermione watched him walk out of the front door and her brow furrowed. It was odd he hadn’t used the floo but she didn’t think about it. Her mind was already working out what she should do about her vows.



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Severus stepped out of the cottage and took a breath of air. His back was aching and he felt more tired than he had in a long time. He had known that one of the side effects of a successful Iunctio Memoria ritual was an increased libido, something to do with powerful ancient magic and the needing to bond with the joined partner over and over again. He hadn’t realised it would leave him almost permanently ready for sex, even when Hermione wasn’t in the room. Thankfully the urgency should dissipate after the hand fasting, when the completion of the joining circle would bind them for life. He just didn’t know if he could cope with another week of constant fucking, even though he loved every minute of it.



There was another task he had to do before the ceremony and he walked a little way into the village, turned on his heel and apparated with a small crack.



The small house was nestled behind a low stonewall. Severus looked at the upstairs window and sighed a little. He hadn’t been back here for a long time but he remembered how he had felt the last time and his eyes welled with tears. Walking quickly up the path, he knocked on the pretty yellow wooden door and waited.



Ginny Potter lifted James and popped him on her hip, walking to the front door and opening it quickly.



‘Severus!’ Ginny’s face was surprised. He was the last person she was expecting to see.



‘Ginevra.’ Severus nodded to her and smiled. In sharing Hermione’s memories, he had relived conversations about himself with Ginny, some of them more personal than he cared to know about, but it amused him and he warmed to her, knowing what a good friend she was to Hermione.



‘Only my Mother calls me Ginevra, Severus, and it usually means I’m in trouble!’ Ginny laughed. ‘Please, come in…’ She stepped aside and Severus bent slightly to fold his tall frame through the doorway.



‘I came to speak to Harry. I would have given warning but I was afraid I may not be welcome.’ Severus explained to Ginny who nodded.



‘I think you will be more welcome than you think. He’s in the sitting room.’ Ginny nodded towards the open door. ‘I’m just going to put James to bed. I’ll leave you to talk.’



Severus’s eyes alighted on James Potter, his serious eyes staring at him. Severus stared back and James began to giggle and gurgle. Severus smiled.



‘An interesting child…’ He murmured to Ginny as she turned to go up the stairs.



Ginny grinned at him. ‘It’s better when they are your own, Severus….’



Severus looked at her in shock, his jaw dropped. Ginny laughed and gave him a wink before heading up the stairs.



Severus walked into the sitting room. Harry was reading a book in a soft armchair by the window, his hair still sticking up, round glasses on his face. Severus coughed lightly and he looked up.



‘Severus…’ He spoke softly. He hadn’t heard the knock on the door and he thought Ginny had come back in the room.



‘I’m sorry for disturbing you… Harry.’ Severus spoke softly. He had seen a different Harry in Hermione’s memories and his opinion of him had changed somewhat.



Harry stared at him. ‘You’ve never called me Harry before..’ He blurted it out without meaning to and it sounded like an accusation.



‘Times change. People change.’ Severus murmured. ‘May I sit?’



Harry nodded and Severus sat in the chair beside Harry’s and looked at him thoughtfully.



‘You know that Hermione and I are to married in a week?’ Severus began.



Harry nodded. ‘Yeh… good luck with that. It is Hermione we’re talking about after all!’



Severus chuckled. ‘Indeed. The reason I am here is, well. I require a ‘best man’ of sorts. More of a witness really. I would be very grateful if you would fulfil the role.’ He smiled a little at Harry, who had gone a shade of pink Severus had never seen before.



‘Blimey. I didn’t think you would want me at the wedding and now you’re asking me to be your best man? After everything I said to you? I truly regret my comments, Severus. I have always been a bit hot headed, I say things I don’t mean sometimes.’ Harry was talking quickly, afraid he might not have a chance to apologise.



‘There is no need to explain, Harry. I know more than you are aware of and I know you didn’t mean what you said. So. Will you?’ Severus smiled at Harry, who grinned back at him.



‘Sure. Just don’t smile like that too often, I might forget who you are…’ Harry laughed. He raised his wand and Accio’d a bottle of Firewhisky and two glasses.



Ginny walked tentatively into the room to make sure they hadn’t hexed each other, a look of bemusement on her face.



‘Severus has just asked me to be his best man.’ Harry grinned at her and she smiled back at him, relieved all had been resolved.



‘How lovely! Hermione will be over the moon!’ She smiled at Severus.



‘Do me a great favour, Ginny. Don’t tell her. I want it to be a surprise… a wedding gift, if you like.’ He smiled and raised his glass of Firewhisky to them both.



He let out a small sigh. Thinking of Hermione had given him a hard on.





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Poor Severus. He survived the snake but not sure he will survive through the next week!! Still getting lovely comments. Thank you all, I am humbled. :)