Happy Christmas Severus Snape: A Challenge Fic

A/N--Ah! There\'s nothing like the scent of a writer\'s challenge in the afternoon! LOL I hope you guys like it! And as usual, read and review!



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Christmas Wedding





by mariteri





Hermione felt the melancholy. It was bad enough that it was the holiday season, but Ginny had decided that the perfect day for a wedding was Christmas.





Hermione looked down to the white faux-fur neckline of the candy cane red dress that seemed to push her breasts up and nearly out. Rolling her eyes in misery she proceeded to yank her sleeveless dress up yet again in the vain hope that it would cover up more of the kilometers of her cleavage she felt were showing. It failed. Not that she had expected it to work, but at that point she was willing to try almost anything.





She looked around the bedroom, trying to find a shawl or a shear wrap of some sort that she could use to cover herself. Hermione couldn’t find a thing and she was nearly to the point of telling her good friend that she was sorry, but she could in no way attend the wedding as her maid of honor in that dress.





There was a brisk knock at the door that she ignored, but soon watched as the door lock was picked, the wards broken, and the wooden door swinging wide open. Severus Snape walked in and was about to say something when he looked down her body with a slow perusal that had her blood heating rapidly.





His eyes slid from the less the modest neck line to the tight black corset belt at her waist and down the form fitting dress that stayed true to every one of her curves finishing up at a pool of cloth at her very high heeled stiletto shoes. Severus closed the door and locked it.





“You are not leaving this room in that outfit,” he told her.





“Why do you think I haven’t yet? What Ginny was thinking picking out this dress for me to wear is totally…” He caught her by her shoulders and pulled her over into a heated kiss that had Hermione forgetting what she had been speaking of.





His taste and scent had her melting against him, Hermione’s hand trying as she might to find a way past the many layers of his clothing. Not paying attention to what he was doing as well, she felt the air on her bare breasts before realizing that he had pulled her bodice away. Hermione felt him humming against her skin before enveloping one pouting nipple into his mouth. Clutching his head in place, she barely noticed as they fell to the bed next to them.





Severus pulled away long enough to yank at her skirts, rending them in two an revealing a pair of t-back knickers that were more a scrap of cloth than a true under garment. He was humming again, even as he tore away the panties. He pocketed them admiring the sight of the flushed, aroused partially dressed woman in front of him on the bed. Smiling he went between her thighs. Opening up her labia, he purred at the sight of her hard aching clit as well as her very wet pussy.





“Mine,” he growled, spinning her around to her knees. And managing to keep her skirt out of the way, plunged hard and deep into her tight heat.





Severus pumped into her, wanting to keep going but knowing it wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he wanted or needed it to. Hermione let out a scream as it felt as if she were riding one long orgasm after another. Soon he was cumming as well.





When Hermione came to slightly, she felt Severus lying on top of her prone form, kissing her neck and shoulders even as his hands were kneading one of her breasts and the other was massaging her slightly swelling belly.





“Hmm, we are going to be late for the wedding,” Hermione said lazily, not sounding as if she cared if she was there or not. “Oh Merlin, you feel so perfect in me.” She let out a strangled gasp as she climaxed yet again. Panting she muttered, “It would serve Ginny right if we are late.”





“Love, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I was on my way to tell you that Ginny and Harry had a spat. They decided not to have the wedding today.”





“Really?” she asked, trying to see his face over her shoulder. “Then ward the door and help me out of this so called dress, would you? I’m not nearly done with you yet.”





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“Who in their right mind would make a newly wed miss their first Christmas with their new husband?” Harry yelled at Ginny. “Of all the selfish things to do! As if we cannot wait another day! And then you pick out that dress for her to wear? Where did you get it? S & M Wedding Dresses Emporium?”





“I had to do something to cover up her pregnancy!” Ginny wailed. “I’m the bride! It’s my wedding! Why can’t you be nice to me!”





Taking a deep breath, he muttered, “I am. Because if I had set out to be vicious on purpose, I would have pointed out that the moment you sent Snape in to see what was taking her so long that you should have known we were never going to see them again for the rest of the day.”





Ginny’s eyes went wide as she whispered, “Oh.”





“Yes, ‘oh’ is correct,” he told her. “Now let’s tell the guests to come back in two weeks and let’s have ourselves a happy, normal Christmas, shall we?”





Sighing with disappointment she agreed.





Off to the side, Fred and George pulled out a list each.





“Christmas gift to Harry,” Fred said.





“Normal Christmas? Check.” George told him.





“Hermione and Snape?”





“First Christmas alone thanks to the dress we knew he wouldn\'t be able to resist and told Ginny would be perfect for Hermione to wear for the wedding? Double check.”





“Mum and Dad?”





George frowned. “I thought we got them that vacation to see Charlie?”





“We did. I am referring to the bonus gift of a crowded house on Christmas,” Fred explained to his brother.





“Oh!” George jotted down a note. “Triple check!”





“Our Christmas gift?” Fred asked.





“Punch spiked with new experimental truth potion and already being consumed as we speak. Quadruple check!” Grinning he looked to his twin. “Happy Christmas, brother.”





Fred smiled as he poured a fire whiskey for both of them, handing one over to his twin. “And a happy Christmas to you as well, brother.”