You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 39 ~ Reclamation

Severus pulled Hermione into their bedroom and let her loose as he walked over to his discarded robe, fished in the pocket and took out his wand. He warded the door securely, then looked at his wife. He made quite a sight, his robe open, his lean, muscled body and erect organ visible. Hermione drew a breath as he walked toward her slowly.

He circled the witch, then caught her against his chest, making her face the bed.

"You see that bed there, Hermione Snape?" he asked her, his voice a bit harsh.

"Yes," Hermione said, her eyes resting on the bed she'd abandoned years ago.

"That is our marriage bed. You will never again leave it. Do you understand me? I don't care if you are angry with me, or if we've had words. Every night for as long as I live I expect you here beside me. If you attempt to leave it, I will retrieve you and put you back where you belong, with me," he hissed against her ear. "This I vow."

Hermoine felt the stirring of magic as Severus' Wizard's Oath took hold. He spun her to face him. His eyes were hot, feral as he pulled her robes wider, and yanked the witch against his hard body. He stared down at her.

"Your need is on you. I wonder if I put that need in you, Hermione? Remember when you first came to me?" he asked her, "You were a strong little witch, I'll give you that. You never tried to run from me or beg me to stop. I always wondered about that. Why?" he asked her his eyes on her mouth.

Hermione thought about this.

"I was afraid if I ran, you would let me keep running…not let me come back to you. As far as asking you to stop, how could I when all I had wanted for so long was to be intimate with you? It was you, Severus who told me along with the rest of the first years, that there is a price for acquiring the things we desire, a cost that all must pay one way or another. I had an idea you would be that way. You were always that way in my fantasies, remember?" she asked him, leaning into him now.

Severus' eyes glittered. Yes, he remembered. He remembered the first fantasy he had ever seen in her mind. Hermione had been twenty years old when they became lovers, but the fantasy he saw occurred in his classroom, with her as a student.

She was in detention with him, the only student. In her fantasy he was seated behind his desk, watching her write lines that said, "I am a bad girl," on a parchment.

She had written close to a thousand lines when he had summoned her to his desk. He looked up at her, his hands folded on the desk in front of him. She was standing there in her student robes, looking at him rather defiantly. He scowled at her slightly as his eyes raked over.

"Miss Granger," he had said silkily, "Now that you have written these lines, I must ask you, do you believe you are a bad girl?"

Hermione looked at him.

"No, Professor. I do not believe I am a bad girl," she had replied.

"You certainly are a bad girl, Miss Granger, and I will prove it to you," he said, rising from behind his desk and stalking around it. Hermione turned as he did so, and backed up against the wizard's desk as he stopped and stood close in front of her. Hermione started breathing a bit faster because of his proximity.

"You see?" he said in a quiet voice, "You are having bad girl reactions already, Miss Granger."

Then he took out his wand and flicked it at her, leaving her in her bra and knickers. She squealed but didn't try to cover herself, she just looked up at the wizard, her rate of breathing increasing. The Potions Master then flicked his wand at the door of the classroom, casting a ward and a silencing spell. He looked back at her with an eyebrow arched.

"Why aren't you screaming or protesting what I've done to you, Miss Granger? I have you next to naked in a warded, silenced classroom. Why aren't you making an attempt at covering yourself instead of leaning back so deliciously on my desk?" he asked her silkily.

Hermione didn't answer him.

"It's because you are a bad girl," he purred, running a pale hand over her cheek, before lifting her on to his desk. "And you want what all bad girls want."

Then in Hermione's fantasy the Potions Master had fucked her hard, very hard on top of his desk. The witch's fantasy had been very realistic, as well as shocking and arousing to the dark wizard. Severus had less of a conscience then, and pursued Hermione until he finally did what he knew she wanted him to do, and became her lover.

Severus was extremely rough with her at first, wanting to impress upon her she was not dealing with an ordinary wizard with ordinary needs. Severus lived a dark, pleasureless life for the most part…the willing young witch's body was his only pleasure and he indulged himself thoroughly believing that Hermione would regain her senses and leave him, so he took as much from her as he could.

Hermione knew for certain she was dealing with a dark, demanding, harsh, and very sexual man who would not allow her to deny him anything. Severus tested her sexual limits constantly to see if his actions could drive her away, but instead she came to crave him and his brutal possessions, and this in turn made him crave her to the point she became an obsession. Even as he tried to cover her in his darkness, her selfless love broke through and brought him light.

Severus may have been the one to put the "twist" in Hermione Snape, but it was a twist he was more than willing to indulge whenever she wanted it.

He looked at Hermione.

"Our vows have been restored, Hermione, and our separation wiped away from the wizarding world's memory. But we both know what we have gone through, that we were parted, and that our marriage bed has been profaned. We've been lovers for several months, but tonight…tonight I reclaim you as my wife, my witch, my eternal love, and you will reclaim me. Nothing will ever come between us again," he said to her possessively.

Severus then turned Hermione and slowly drew her robe off her shoulders, sliding it down over her arms and letting it fall to the floor. He turned her back toward him.

"Remove my robe, wife," he said to the witch, turning his back toward her

Hermione slowly slid Severus' robe off his shoulders, revealing his strong back and the raised pattern of scars the wizard received when tortured by the Dark Lord. She let the robe fall to the floor exposing his muscled buttocks and long, muscular legs.

The wizard turned back to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Will you love me always, Hermione?" Severus asked her, his black eyes searching her face intently.

The witch looked up at him.

"Yes, Severus," Hermione said softly, her amber eyes shining with emotion, "and this time I promise it will be forever."

The wizard smiled at her for a moment, then his eyes went exceedingly dark. Severus looked over at the bed, then back to the witch. In one fluid motion he swept Hermione into his arms, kissing her hungrily as he carried her to the bed and fell into it with her. He pulled her up to the pillows at the head of the bed and rolled on top of the witch, resting on his elbows as he studied Hermione's face.

He stared at her, thinking about all they had gone through to find each other again. Then he hoisted himself above her and nestled himself between her thighs. Hermione bit her lip as she felt him position his cock against her, hot and hard. She was soaked, and could smell her own desire. She looked up at him, the want in her eyes speaking to the wizard louder than her words ever could.

"My wife," Severus breathed, lifting his hips high and driving into the witch, making her shriek and arch under his power, as he reclaimed her. He held himself still, feeling her pulse around him as her body eased back to the bed. Hermione's eyes were glistening.

"More, husband," she said, her voice quavering. "I need you."

"You have me," Severus growled, "Always, witch. Now let's break this bed back in, wife."

Severus began to pound into Hermione's body, a look of concentration and hunger on his pale face as he stared down at the witch, making her cry out as he took her with abandon, his cock burying itself into her heat and her love, the strength of his possession forcing the witch upward on the pillows, Severus dragging her back down to keep from crushing her up against the headboard. He hissed as her juices squished around him, wetting his lower belly, grunting with pleasure as his loins slapped against her, his pale body moving back and forth.

Hermione gave herself over to Severus, loving the feel of his body on top of hers, inside of hers, the intimate caress of him, the ache of him, the strength of him. She belonged to Severus, and could feel his ownership pulsing inside her, and her own possession of him, as her body welcomed his sweet, pounding intrusion. It was as if the wizard was knocking on the door to her very soul, and she was opening to him, letting him in. He shifted his hips, slamming into her at an angle, the witch buckling under him. She began to shudder and tighten around him, the wizard grimacing as her pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking at his girth, pulling him under.

"Yes, love," Severus breathed, his hips beginning to pick up speed. "You're mine. Every part of you…is mine, witch. Mine alone. Now come for me"

The wizard dropped on Hermione, locking his mouth to hers as he continued to plow into her powerfully, taking her fully, the witch unable to move away from his strokes now, crying out into his mouth, her shrieks driving him to an even higher passion. Severus fucked Hermione brutally, showing her all the kindness she could ever want, the wizard claiming her body like a new territory. She was his wife now, his other half, the woman that he would cleave to for the rest of his life. Severus pistoned into Hermione, feeling her body heat up as the pressure around his cock because stronger, tighter, slicker as she approached the pinnacle. He pulled his mouth away from hers, his black eyes locked to her unfocused amber orbs. Her mouth was hanging open, her hair plastered to her face. She was so beautiful. So lost to what she was feeling. Severus groaned, his face contorting as he felt pressure building in his balls. He was almost there, and didn't want to go without her.

"Come!" he growled at Hermione, lifting his hips, pulling almost out of the witch, then driving his cock into her with long hard, full strokes, sweat pouring off of his pale body in rivulets, soaking both Hermione and the sheets.

Hermione's nails suddenly dug into his sides and the pain triggered Severus just as the witch climaxed, both pulsing, throbbing, releasing, shouting and shrieking together as bliss swept over them, liquid heat meeting liquid heat, bodies flowing together to form a single, rippling unit, love making their connection sweeter and more complete. Severus buried his face in Hermione' hair and held on as his passion and love for his wife spilled out of him, filling her even as he felt her own passion bathe him in her love. The couple clung to each other, witch and wizard, husband and wife, riding the swell of ecstasy, their hearts beating as one heart, their souls binding as one soul, cresting and breaking apart, slowly drifting back to earth, falling gently to the shore of completion.

They lay together, sated, panting, Severus turning his head so he could kiss Hermione's lips. He got a mouthful of her damp hair in the process, but didn't care. The consummation of their marriage and reclamation of the witch had been beautiful. A little hair couldn't change that.

He studied Hermione. She wore an exhausted smile and the love in her eyes was heady. Severus kissed her again. He was still inside her warm body, and he didn't want to move, but she was already beginning to shift uncomfortably beneath his weight. Reluctantly, he slid off her, his cock sliding limply out of her as he did so. The Potions Master rolled to his back. The sheets were completely soaked but he was too tired to reach for his wand. He pulled Hermione over to him and tucked her in the crook of his arm.

"The bed has been properly christened," he said to her softly, wiping her hair from her forehead and kissing it.

Hermione grimaced a little. She was getting cold.

"More like it's been baptized," she replied, shivering and tucking into Severus' warm body. The wizard felt her trembling and forced himself up to retrieve the wand. He scourgified the bed, Hermione and himself, then lay back down beside her.

They lay side by side in silence for a while, but the happiness they felt spoke volumes.

"I want you to stop wearing the patch, Hermione," Severus said suddenly, turning to face her. "I want to have another child."

Hermione lay there, not seeming to react to this. Then Severus saw the tears. He was taken aback and drew her into his arms, embracing her tenderly.

"Don't you want to, Hermione? Or…if it's too soon, we can wait. It's up to you, wife," he said softly.

He hadn't meant to make her cry. He had thought telling her he wanted children soon would make her happy.

"I don't want to wait, Severus. Jacob has been gone for years. I want children, Severus. The sooner, the better," she said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"Is tonight too soon to start?" he asked Hermione.

He kind of liked the idea of his wife conceiving a child on their wedding night.

In answer, Hermione tapped her inner thigh, and a red patch appeared. Severus looked at it.

"You can do the honors," she said to him softly.

The Potions Master looked at her for a moment, then reached down a pale hand, scratched at the edge of the patch with his nail and pulled it off, dropping it off the side of the bed.

The couple smiled at each other, and the thought of impregnating Hermione got a definite rise out of his cock. Hermione felt him throb against her leg and looked at her husband in surprise.

"Already, Severus?" she said.

The Potions Master gave her a small smirk.

"I suspect there's a child or two in there clamoring to get out," he said, looking down at his rapidly swelling organ.

Hermione sidled a little closer to him, a sexy smile on her face as she rubbed against the wizard.

"Well, I've got the key right here," she replied, kissing him.

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A/N: And the marriage is consummated. Very sweet. And babies!!! Yes! I'm sorry it took so long to post this chapter. I hope it reads well. Was a bit hard to focus but I got it done. As you can tell this story is just about over. Thank you for sticking with it. Maybe one or two more chapters. And thanks to all who responded to my request to buy my poetry book and help me out. It is very appreciated. Please review.