The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 6-3-07 (My birthday!! If my mom could have waited just three more days I would have shared birthdays with Jason Isaacs. Oh well, we're both Gemini...)

Thank you for all the wonderful reviews I've received for this story!

Some answers to questions:

willow Upstairs at the restaurant I believe Lucius and his lady of the evening probably traded off wielding the paddles and whips. Am I sick because I wrote the upstairs portion of the restaurant? Oh, indubitably.

Elly, hang around me for any length of time and you'll learn I'm NOT a fan of Narcissa. Nothing personal, but she gets in the way of my Lucius plots, so I'm constantly getting rid of her somehow.

To clear up how far along Hermione is in her pregnancy, I'm pegging her at something under six months at Christmastime.

JW Visualize the knothole position as Hermione being on the prow of an old sailing ship as the bowed out wooden figurehead of a woman (the 'statue' right on the leading point of the ship). Except Hermione has her arms above her, tied to the bedpost. Naughty Lucius.

Wilson 'lemon' means you'll be reading explicit sex scenes, 'lime' means there are sexual themes but they aren't necessarily explicit. The Wikipedia article below has more than you ever wanted to know about all the abbreviations and types of fanfiction.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_fiction_terminology

Hermione Malfoy, this chapter should be perfect for you, you Snape-lover, you. (Although I'm being turned to the dark side by Sheherazade with her Snape/OFC fics.) Oops! Sorry, a bit kinky at the end...but that's Snape for you.


So now let me introduce to you the smutty Snapes...

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Chapter Thirty-Eight


Christmas for the Snapes


Christmas morning found the Snapes severely hung over from their excessive indulgence in the case of expensive wine they’d received from the Malfoys the night before. Ginny woke up and blearily regarded the Christmas tree with its blinking orbs and golden ornaments and wondered what it was doing in their bedroom.


There was a constant stream of hot air being blown into her ear and she absently swatted at the source, accidentally smacking her husband’s cheek as he lay on top of her still asleep. The hot air abruptly ceased and Snape woke, saying sleepily, “What?” before closing his eyes again briefly.


A few moments idled by with Ginny drifting in and out of slumber before she woke up enough to realize she wasn’t exactly in her bedroom. If she wasn’t mistaken, she was on her blue sofa, snugly tucked under her mate, who was now stirring too.


“Severus? Why are we on our sofa?” Ginny said in a hushed tone so her head wouldn’t decide to split off from her body. Her temples were starting to pound with the aftereffects of her too enthusiastic embracing of their Christmas present from their friends.


“Oh my Gods,” moaned Severus, “don’t yell so loud, love. I think I’m not feeling too well at the moment.” Severus levered himself up from his wife’s warm body and looked around. “Shite, Ginny we’re in the parlor. How did that happen? I distinctly remember us making the decision to go to bed.” He looked at his spouse with apprehension and something else. His face couldn’t make up its mind whether to be fearful or hopeful, mirroring his jumbled thoughts, as he looked down on his miracle, his much loved wife.


“Keep it down, can’t you?” Ginny whimpered. “I think we decided to open just one more bottle of that glorious wine before we turned in for the night. I don’t remember too much more,” she offered, “well, except…you know,” she blushed.


“Yes,” he said in some consternation, “I know.” Then he shrugged and smiled hesitantly at her, “Well, what’s done is done. I think we need a hangover draught first then perhaps a shower?”


“What do you mean, what’s done is done?” Ginny was confused. She rather thought her head was expanding like a balloon.


Snape’s smile slipped a little, but he said readily enough, “there’s no contraceptive spell on our parlor, Ginny, my love.” He helped Ginny to sit up beside him as she gingerly moved her pounding skull upright.


Ginny’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at this wizard who was now her life, her headache forgotten, “Sweet Guinevere, I might be…” she gulped as the enormity of their wild night sank in, “I might be pregnant, Severus.” She sat there next to her husband absorbing the news. Both of them leaned back against the sofa, holding hands, absolutely stark naked.


“Would you mind so much, Ginny?” Severus held his breath waiting for her answer, his whole being invested in her next words. He was afraid to look at her face for fear of seeing her repulsion at carrying his child. He silently castigated himself when he realized he still wasn’t completely convinced something wouldn’t go wrong and he’d be shown the door, but the dark wizard didn’t realize he was communicating his fears to his wife by nearly crushing her hand as he sat there in trepidation.


Ginny pulled her hand away and Snape inhaled sharply at the perceived rejection, but she merely wiggled her way onto his lap and grabbed both sides of his face, looking deeply into his onyx black eyes with her own soft brown ones, “Severus, I think having your children will be one of the great pleasures of our marriage – after sex, of course. What do you want, a boy or a girl?” She grinned cheekily at him, then frowned, moaning a little, “Oh dear, maybe I’d better have that hangover draught before I cast up my accounts. That would be a waste of some excellent wine.”


Severus was so relieved he pulled her into a soul-stealing kiss designed to tell her with his body what he thought of having children with her. She was lifted in his arms and placed back down supine on the sofa cushions. Children, he thought happily, not child, but children!


“Please, Sevvie, hangover medicine first, then we can make doubly certain your son or daughter is conceived. Okay?” Ginny closed her eyes and her head hit the sofa cushion with a thud.


Severus saw that Ginny was looking a little greenish so he picked up his discarded wand from the clothing piled on the floor in front of the sofa and floated the medicine in from the kitchen. Ten minutes and two healthy swallows of the medicine to revive the couple and Severus' skin wand was ready to guarantee the continuance of the Snape line.


Ginny was firmly tucked under her husband again and she wrapped her slim legs around his waist to hold him to her in case he got cold feet about their intentions at the last minute. Ginny wasn’t afraid of babies or families, having lived in a large family all her life, but she worried that the idea of a family might be unattractive to her mate even though he’d assured her before they married that children were part of his ideas for their marriage.


Words were one thing, deeds another. She acknowledged to herself that her legs weren’t really going to hold him if he changed his mind, but it was a satisfying illusion for her. But to her great joy, Severus settled himself on her with no hesitation, winding his arms around her under her neck, providing a firm pillow for her head as he covered her mouth voraciously with his own.


Snape’s tongue found its way all around his wife’s oral interior, cataloging each and every soft surface and dueling with her own questing tongue, beginning their mating dance with Snape’s dominating weight and kiss which told Ginny that, as usual, she was not in charge here even though her legs securely held his waist to her.


She shivered in delight at the purely sexual sensation of being mastered by a man who she found irresistible, whose penchant for being a dictator in bed made her so wet and steamy inside she felt she could have accommodated a centaur in her slick channel. She snickered to herself – her husband could likely give some of those centaurs some competition. Ginny suddenly froze, then she hissed with a combination of bone deep pleasure and the stretching pain she always had from her mate’s penetration. Either it was getting easier to take all of him inside, or she was adjusting to and even enjoying the pain – she didn’t particularly care which. Then her thinking mind shut down and she only felt – his size, his control, his ownership.


All she could do was moan and make little mewling sounds, which told Snape she had conceded control to him. Her delicate sounds of raw need made his cock impossibly harder and him even more domineering, spinning him into his own sexual preference for strict tyranny as he rode her forcefully, driving her tender, lithe body into the abused sofa cushions. He thrust one hand under her bum while despotically holding her down at her nape with the other as he ground himself into her, circling his hips with a motion that taught her her submissive role in their loveplay.


Ginny loved her ungentle disciplinarian and the way he gave her everything she hadn’t even realized she wanted until she was helplessly screaming out her climax at his command.


Snape was focused only on his wife’s petite body, her rising wails providing involuntary confirmation of his prowess as he cranked her higher and higher with each grinding circle until suddenly she went rigid, then gave a mighty shudder and screamed in a decibel level he wasn’t sure even the soundproofing at Spinner’s End could hold. His back was simultaneously decorated with several slightly bloody furrows from her clutching fingernails as she tried unsuccessfully to slow him down, but he wasn’t finished.


His circling slowed and then the deep thrusting resumed while Ginny panted and finally began breathing normally again. “Oh…oh…sweet hell, Sevvie, again?” she rasped, her throat a bit raw from her screaming.


Severus looked down at her, his face beautifully stern as he merely said, “Again,” to her moan of delicious apprehension. Snape soon turned those moans into her erotic mewling sounds again and this time he slid his fingers under her bum and between her butt cheeks, while covering her mouth again with his in a salacious kiss. That drew her attention for the moment he needed as he pressed his index finger through her little rosette and up into her backside eliciting a surprised bucking motion from his wife. He’d known it was coming and easily held her to the cushions while his tool rammed her from the front and his finger impaled her from the rear.


Ginny tore her mouth away, nearly fainting with the sexual charge her husband was delivering to her intimate places, “Fuck me, Sev… oh Gods, Severus!!” and Ginny went off into a spectacular orgasm that threw her into her own petit mort as Severus reached the end of his stamina and delivered his body into hers with a wild groan of completion, bowing up and driving his hot seed into her clenching, sodden depths.


He collapsed weakly onto his elbows over his tiny russet-haired wife, panting with his climax, his eyes roaming his beloved’s face and drinking in the color of her silky hair, hoping his future children had that wonderful copper tint to their locks instead of his unrelieved black.


A quick shower preceded their very tardy appearance in their bedroom, both of them now exhausted but thrilled about their possible Christmas creation. Husband and wife slept the rest of Christmas morning away, while their presents lay gaily wrapped and lonely under their festively decorated tree. It didn’t matter as they both now hoped that their best present would be waiting for them in nine months.


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A/N:

I couldn't leave out my secondary characters, they were getting cranky from the long stretch between their chapters. It now looks like Severus may be sorry he didn't really listen to Lucius when Lucius talked about his knowledge of Hermione's pregnancy. But I'm sure Lucius would loan 'Sevvie' his books.

Next chapter will be about Lucius and Hermione's Christmas. Promise.

Speaking of reviews...oh, we weren't? Well we should be ... 8-)
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