Mother In Law From Hell!

More Than Just A Kiss

In the morning, Hermione woke up feeling refreshed. She was surprised, but relieved her muscles ached no more. Rolling over, she faced her husband, well her husband for the next twelve hours. He looked peaceful sleeping next to her. The harsh expression she was used to seeing was now relaxed, showing her a side she was unfamiliar with, even if he was asleep.

She smiled as a thought came to her. She remembered him telling her that he kissed her in the Great Hall, but she had already passed out. Looking at his lips, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Leaning closer to his mouth, she gently placed her lips on his and as light as a feather, she kissed him.

Smiling, she dared herself to kiss him again. This time he woke up and both were eye to eye with each other, neither one pulling away. She had nothing to loose, so she deepened the kiss, wanting to know what it was like to truly kiss him.

At first Severus didn’t know what she was doing, but she made it clear that she wanted to kiss him and he wanted very much to kiss her. Both were unsure but quickly their lips softened and molded to one another while their eyes closed, letting it happen. She pressed her body further to his as his hands slowly moved to encircle her tiny waist. He began to trace and suck her bottom lip with his tongue and received a moan from her, in approval. Together their tongues entered each other’s mouths, tasting and exploring.

Both began to slowly reposition themselves so they were almost lying with her on top. His arms were wrapping around her body as her hands were cupping his face. They both began to feel a passion burning inside each other, but Severus suddenly pushed her off.

“Hermione,” he said, getting out of the bed and heading for the door. “We can’t do this,” he said harshl
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“I’m y. y. I shouldn’t have done that,” she squeaked. He heard the regret in her voice and just wanted to leave as fast as possible. “It was stupid of me to think you would want to kiss a Know It All,” she muttered.

Not knowing how to react to her words, he glared at her before slamming the door shut. Storming back to his dungeons, he was convincing himself he stopped the kiss for the right reason. If it had continued, he would not have been able to stop, thus trapping her into marriage.

Hermione got out of bed and went to take a sho Wh While in the shower she cried, feeling foolish for kissing him. She knew she was ugly and that he hated her, cursing herself for thinking he cared.

Each went to their classroom to teach, pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As lunchtime drew near, Hermione made her way to the Great Hall and ate quickly. She did not feel like answering questions about her marriage or the abduction.

Leaving the hall, she rounded the corner to her classroom and ran smack into Severus. They stared at each other, both speechless.

“Excuse me professor,” and she tried to shove past him.

He glared at her and quickly grabbed her arm. “For your information, I didn’t mind kissing a Know It All this morning, but clearly you minded kissing me!”

She stared at him, not believing what he had said, but, without thinking, she grabbed him by the collar, pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard. Pushing him back, she sneered, “You’re wrong Severus, I don’t mind kissing you at all.”

He let go of her, dumbfounded by what she had done. She walked into her classroom without looking back. There was a huge grin on her face.

He left to go back to the dungeons to teach his next class. It was the first time in his teaching career that he stood in front of the class speechless. He couldn’t think of any snide remarks or reasons to take off points. He couldn’t even remember what went into a basic healing potion. All he could think about was Hermione kissing him again.

“Professor Snape,” asked a third year Ravenclaw, “What do you want us to do?”

He eyed the student and then left without another word. Making his way to the Arithmacy classroom, he burst in without knocking.

“Leave!” he yelled at the students. Even though it was not his class, every student grabbed their books and ran out of the room.

“What is the meaning of this?” snapped Hermione, making her way to the front of her desk. “You have no right to - ”

But she never finished. Severus walked straight up to her. Claiming her mouth, he kissed her with every ounce of passion he could manage. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer into her. Their mouths opened and their tongues twined around one another.

The passion was burning through their veins as their hands began to explore one another. His hands that had been around her waist dropped down to her hips, pulling them into his pelvis. Her body melted into his, wanting to feel more than just his lips and hands. His hands moved to her backside, kneading at her butt, pulling hero hio him.

One hand reached up and captured her neck, gently turning it so his mouth could nibble at her neck. Her head fell back, completely offering herself to him. He wanted to rip off her panties and take her here and now, but he couldn’t. He had to do this right. Of all the woman he had his life, whether by force or greedy pleasure, he silently vowed he was going to do it right and leaning against her desk wasn’t it.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were glazed with lust as her chest rose quickly at trying to catch her breath. He took her by the hand and led her to her rooms, which were just off her classroom.

Leading her to the bed, he claimed her mouth again. The heat between her legs intensified. Her body begged to be touched in places she was unfamiliar with. Yet instinctively, she knew he could satisfy her needs.

His hands cautiously moved from her waist to her ribs then from her ribs to her breasts. Even through her dress, he could feel how firm they were. Letting out a soft gasp, he began to unbutton her dress and slowly removed it from her shoulders. As he exposed more of her skin, he placed soft kisses, along her shoulders and chest. He peeled her dress off so that it finally fell around her ankles, leaving her in just her panties and bra.

She should have been more self-conscious while being this naked in front of him, but she wasn’t. How could she be when this felt so right? He began to knead her breast through her white lacy bra, claiming her mouth again. Her hands wrapped around his waist as she arched herk, pk, pressing her breast outward.

His erection begged for release as it pushed against his pants. As much as he wanted to throw her on the bed and thrust into her, he would wait. He took a deep breath, retaining control. His fingers worked their way to the back of her bra and unfastened the hooks. Pulling it from her body, he exposed her perfect breasts. ros rosy brown nipples stared at him. They were hard and begging to be sucked. He obliged, sucking and twirling his tongue, giving each one the same amount of passionate attention.

Her head fell back and a moan escaped from the back of her throat as her nipple disappeared in his mouth. ‘Oh gods,’ she thought, not believing what his tongue was doing to her. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she squeezed her inner muscles together. She wanted him to fill her, to thrust into her, yet she didn’t want him to stop sucking her nipples either.

His hands made his way down to her panties. Finally giving in to his dark desires, he took her panties in both his hands and ripped them off of her. Her eyes widened in lustful approval from his unexpected actions. Before she could say or do anything, he lifted her onto the bed and opened her legs, diving head first into her wetness.

“Oh!” she cried at the unexpected pleasure of his tongue licking her from front to back. She had never had a man touch her so intimately let alone taste her.

His licked her wet, warm walls while he deeply inhaled her ambrosia. ‘Gods she tasted sweet.’ Her musky smell and sweet nectar just about made him loose control, but he fought it. Moving his tongue to her nub, his fingers parted her lips and entered her slowly, one finger at a time.

Her moans increased along with her breathing. Feeling his tongue licking her while his finger thrust into her, sent her head spinning. She laid back, closed her eyes, and let him take her to heaven. The stroking of his tongue increased as he entered her with two fingers and then three. Her hips bucked gently, not wanting to disrupt his rhythm.

Placing his entire mouth on her nub, he began to suck while applying more pressure with his tongue. She felt the heat building in her pelvis as her walls began to spasm. Her hips rose off the bed, wanting more pressure from his tongue. Hligeliged, sending her into her first orgasm. Her walls clamped around his fingers as her nectar spilled, covering his hand. He drall all of it, not wasting a drop.

After catching her breath, she opened her eyes to look at her husband standing in front of her. He was still wearing his black suit with his black robes, looking at her as if wanting permission to proceed.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, getting into a sitting position. She reached out and began to unfasten the buttons on his jacket as he removed his robes. ‘Damn,’ she thought, ‘what is his fascination with buttons?’ She was only able to get five of them undone when she whispered, “Please, use your wand to remove the rest.” He smiled and did as she asked.

With his buttons undone, she easily removed his jacket along with his vest and shirt. She slid her hands across his smooth pale skin, gliding her nails across the light dusting of hair on his chest. Her fingers made their way to his waist and began unfastening his belt.

“It’ll be forever.” He said in a serious tone. If she had any doubts, now was the time to stop. She should have doubts; after all she hardly knows anything about this man, yet she didn’t want to stop. The idea of someone wanting her was an aphrodisiac itself.

“I know,” she said, pulling his belt out of his pants loops and tossing it over her shoulder. She slowly unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. “but I do have something I should tell you before we continue.”

He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she could possible need to tell him at a time like this. Stepping out of his shoes, socks, and pants, he looked at her with a very serious expression.

“Speak,” was all he said.

“Well,” she began, slowly removing his boxer shorts, “obviously you have done this before and I just don’t want to disappoint you but you should know...”