The Price was Right

They had eaten brunch in their room. The hotel was a muggle one and Hermione had used the telephone to order room service, which they ate in the window looking out over the sea. It wasn’t a particularly nice day and the wind was blowing in off the sea, causing the waves to chop about and white foam to form on the peaks. It made them glad to be ensconced in their suite, they had no plans on going anywhere else, except down to dinner. They had chosen a remote place with no nearby wizarding community, to reduce the risk of being spotted. For the purposes of their stay, they were Mr and Mrs Snape.



Unknown to them they were the talk of the hotel staff, the dark haired man and his stunning younger wife, who had shagged their way around the room. Hermione’s screams had been loud, Severus’s shouts had drifted two floors down and a few elderly guests had already complained to management. Nothing had been said, they assumed they were on their honeymoon and anyway, they were checking out on Monday. Plus there was a bet on to see how many more times the man could fuck her senseless before he collapsed, he was obviously much older. The assumption was he was taking magic blue pills to keep it up.



Hermione fastened her silver pendant necklace around her neck and let it hang between her cleavage. It had been a birthday gift from Severus before they became more than friends and she wore it whenever she went out, it was very special to her. She was wearing her basque beneath her blue dress, which fit her like a sleeve of slinky fabric with two thin shoulder straps with tiny diamante’s dazzling along them. She straightened her hair with a very clever spell she had learned and took two lengths of hair, curling them behind her head and clasping them in a silver clip. It was stylish and elegant and as she applied her makeup, she glanced over at Severus and smiled at him.



He was watching her. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her for ten minutes as she got herself ready and he was stunned at how gorgeous she had made herself for him. His heart was in his throat he loved her so much.



He was wearing a black dinner jacket but instead of a bow tie, he had opted for a slim silk black scarf tied loosely. Hermione thought he looked very sexy and was looking forward to seeing women falling at his feet, which they regularly did. And then seeing them seethe when they realised he was with her.



‘I’m ready, Severus…’ Hermione smiled and slipped on high-heeled silver shoes and grabbed a small clutch bag.



‘Let’s go, Mrs Snape.’ He smiled at her and she blushed a little. It was a joke, but it sounded good to her ears.



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They had booked an intimate table at the back of the hotel restaurant. It was as opulent as the bedroom, gold and cream drapes and table linen teamed with gold cutlery.



Their waiter was a young man named Adam, who had won the draw to wait on their table with express instructions to be extremely attentive to be sure to get a big tip. He was also instructed to listen into their conversation and see if they had plans for the evening after their meal. Newlyweds often made references to their acrobatics; it was a distraction from the mundane world of looking after other people.



They looked at the menu and Severus ordered for Hermione. He also ordered a large bottle of champagne and smiled at Hermione as he passed her a glass.



‘Champagne, Severus? What for?’ She was puzzled; this was hardly a celebration although she point blank refused to call it a dirty weekend.



‘It is exactly three years since we first made love, Hermione…’ He smiled at her and her mouth fell open.



Hermione’s eyes filled with tears. He remembered, even now. He was romantic without even trying and a tear rolled down her cheek as she sipped her champagne.



‘You remembered…’ She stated simply. She had remembered too but had been too embarrassed to mention it.



‘Of course. Most important day of my life.’ He stared at her and his gaze burned into her very soul.



Adam, who was standing behind a very large pot plant, felt choked. He decided not to say anything to the others. It was too personal and he walked away, ashamed for listening in to such a private moment.



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They were eating desert, Hermione using a teaspoon to eat her chocolate mousse because it made it last longer. Severus ate apple pie and fresh cream and had a large glass of whisky with it. He was counting down the moments before he could get her back upstairs and out of that stunning dress and get her to fulfil her promise. He knew she had been looking forward to it as much as he had.



Hermione was thinking about Severus, as usual. She knew he was watching her but she kept her gaze on her food. Most of the time she felt completely comfortable in his company, confident and secure in their love. She knew she had made him a promise and that he wanted her to make good on that tonight and she felt a little out of her depth. She took a deep breath and a large gulp of champagne. Her stomach was full of butterflies, a mix of nerves and excitement.



Severus watched the emotions playing over her face. He sensed her nerves and took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it tenderly.



Hermione looked at him and smiled.



‘I love you.’ He murmured. ‘Please trust me…’



‘I do, Severus… I do trust you.’ She looked at him and sighed, forcing herself to relax.



‘Let’s go…’ he squeezed her hand.



As they walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, a few of the guests looked in their direction, some rolling their eyes and some of them muttering. Severus stopped walking and turned to glare at them. Hermione was embarrassed and pulled on his hand.



‘Come on, Severus…please….’ Hermione recognised the disapproval in the glances and knew immediately what the problem was.



Severus continued to walk with her reluctantly.



‘What was that about?’ He murmured at her.



‘We forgot to put a silencing spell over the suite, that’s what.’ Hermione gritted her teeth, her face red as they continued to walk through a throng of disapproving faces.



Severus chuckled. ‘Better definitely put one on tonight then…’



Hermione went pale. ‘Oh god, I wish you hadn’t said that…’



‘I was joking… you can change your mind. ‘ He looked at her, his face blank.



Hermione looked at him and smiled. ‘No. I keep my promises and you have been very patient…I might need another drink though.’



They arrived at the door of their suite and Severus opened the door for her. She walked inside and shivered a little. Severus withdrew his wand and cast two strong silencing charms around the whole suite and warded their door.



He turned to her and smiled.







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You know when you agree to something and think, sure why not? Hermione did that... now she has to... well, lets see shall we? not for people of a squeamish disposition...lol



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