Mother In Law From Hell!

Chapter 8






Chapter 8

She walked down to
the dungeons and knocked on the door. “Severus, let me in!” she yelled with
full confidence. There was no answer. She knocked again. “Severus, you told me
two weeks ago that I could have anything I wanted and you would not stand in
the way so open this damn door now!”


The door opened and
she walked in to find her husband pouring himself a drink. She took off her
robes, letting it drop to the floor and then walked over to him. “Will you pour
me one too – lover.” She let lover roll off her tongue seductively while
she leaned against him. He quickly handed her his glass and walked away.

Placing her glass
down, she followed him. “Severus, do you know why I agreed to consummate our
marriage?”


“You already told
me,” he snapped, “I seduced you.”


“Well,” she blushed,
“that was part of it, but the real reason I wanted to make our marriage
official was so,” her words began to slow down. She didn’t realize it was going
to be this painful to admit. “It was so I wouldn’t be alone anymore,” her voice
trailed off.

He looked at her
harshly. “Is this some kind of joke?” he snapped.

“No,” she said in a hurt
voice. “Do you think wanting to spend some time with your husband is a joke?”


“It is if I’m the
husband.”


“Severus,” she
sighed, “You are my husband and I am proud that you are my husband. The night
we entered the Great Hall to see Harry, Ron, and my mother was one of the
proudest moments of my life because I was walking in with you, my husband. I
even told you I was falling love with you.”


“You were falling in
love with me but you openly changed your mind after your conversation with
Mister Potter and Mister Weasley.” She looked at him puzzled, not understanding
what he meant. Quickly she thought back on that conversation, trying to
remember what had been said and what her actions had been. “It was clear by the
look on your face that you had changed your mind.”


And then she
remembered. “Severus, they told me that you have hurt many people in the past
and that you were capable of hurting me. I told them that you would never hurt
me. They didn’t believe me, so they made me promise that I would inform them
the second you hurt me.”


He was silent. He
didn’t know how to respond, but he did have a question for her. “Why did you
agree to consummate our marriage?”


She hung her head.
This was by far the most difficult question she had to answer because it would
mean admitting to more than she wanted. Her voice was very soft, “Because I was
lonely.” He turned to look at her for the first time. “I have always been alone
and when I was with you, I realized that for the first time I had a chance to
be with someone. Not just someone, but to have a companion. I knew I was going
to be alone for the rest of my life. After all, nobody wants a Know It All, you
have made that apparent, but after the night we shared together, I was hoping
you would give me a chance to prove to you I can be a good wife. I know I may
be disappointing in bed, but I can learn.”


He was apprehensive.
All his life he had been alone. This was obvious among his colleagues, but to
have to admit it to a former student, a new colleague and now his wife made his
mouth dry.

He moved to sit down
on his couch, listening to her words. She moved toward him and sat down.
“Severus, all I know about marriage are the Muggle beliefs I was raised with.
As husband and wife, we should be friends, companions, and lovers,” her voice
trailed, not wanting to imply anything. “I don’t know if you are still wanting
to be my husband and I would understand why you wouldn’t want to be with me,
but I want to at least give our marriage an honest try.”


They both sat in
silence for a long time, neither knowing what to say. Hermione assumed the
silence was his answer and her heart sank as she stood to leave. Hastily he
grabbed her by the arm. “No,” he said in a low voice, “Don’t leave.” She turned
to face him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”


The tears fell from
her eyes as she looked at him. His eyes were so sad yet so sincere. In an
instant, they understood what each other felt and what was needed. She gave him
a smile as he pulled her toward him, vowing to never let go of her again. She
gladly melted into his embrace, holding him securing, vowing she would never
let go of him. “This is forever,” he said.

“I know,” she
sniffed, giggled. His armed tightened around her, pulling her closer.

Pulling back and
looking at him, she asked, “Can I kiss you?”


“Why would you want
to kiss me?” he asked. It was an automatic response.

“Damn it Severus,”
she snapped, staring at him. “I am your wife and that should be reason enough,
but if you need more than I will give it to you. You just happen to be the best
kisser I have ever had.”


“How many people
have you kissed?”


She blushed at the
questions. “Well, that’s not the point.”


“I think it is,” he
asked in a deeper, silky voice. She could hear his sarcasm returning, realizing
his mood was improving along with hers.

“Fine, I have only
kissed one other person.”


“Who?” he snapped.

“You tell me
everyone who you have kissed and I will tell you,” she smirked.

“Never mind, let’s
get back to your original question.”


“Can I kis - ” she
never finished as he claimed her mouth. Pulling her onto his lap, she wrapped
her arms around him, kissing him more passionately than ever. Their tongues
entered and tasted each other, with the passion flooding their minds and
bodies.

He pulled her
further onto his lap so she was straddling him. He ran his hands along her
thighs. Feeling her soft, silky skin, his hands raised her dress.

“Oh gods,” he
moaned, “You’re not wearing underwear.”


She pulled back and
looked at him in a curious ma, no, not sure if she had done something wrong.
“Is that a problem?”


“Never my wife,” he
smiled lustfully while fingfingers played with the curls on her mound.

She sucked in a
breath of air, knowing what his fingers were capable of. The glint in her eyes
told him she truly wanted him. He pulled her dress off over her head, realizing
she wasn’t even wearing a bra under her tight dress.

“You should have
been a Slytherin,” he growled before claiming her mouth again.

Naked and straddling
him, his fingers entered her hot wet entrance, thrusting into her. Her hips
thrust onto his fingers as her back arched into him, but she never took her
eyes off of his. Cupping his face in her hands, she held him, moaning and
whimpering with while she grinded onto his fingers.

With his thumb
finding her nub, he began rubbing her slowly, causing her to whimper with each
stroke.

Looking into his black
eyes gave her a power that she never knew existed. Where she had only ever saw
emptiness, cruelty, hate, and loneliness, she now saw life, and desire.

Her hands quickly
moved to the front of his jacket to undress him. She had begun to unfasten each
button, making it half through them before speaking, “One - word - Severus, -
oh gods!” She could barely speak with his fingers drawing her near ecstasy.

“Tell me,” he
whispered.

“Velcro!” she cried
as her orgasm began. Her nectar spilled onto his hands as he slowly massaged
her, making her orgasm last.

After she regained
her composure, he asked, “What is Velcro?”


“Later, just get rid
of your clothes,” her voice was husky, clearly showing she wanted more. He
waved his wand and was instantly naked beneath her. Placing his strong hands on
her hips, he lifted her and brought her down, filling her with the length of
his shaft. As their bodies became one, both moaned in pleasure. She raised her
body until his length almost came out of her body and then she slammed down
onto him. His hips met her every thrust while his hands were kneading and
massaging her breasts.

Both were getting
lost in the pleasures of making love, staring into each other’s eyes. His one hand
moved to her nub again and began stroking it. The fire shot through her body,
flooding her senses as she began whimpering.

“I want you to come
again,” he whispered. “I want to be inside of you when you come.” He applied
more pressure to her nub. Her body reacted to his touch quickly, bringing her
to her second orgasm. She cried out his name, “Oh Severus!” Her hips began to
thrust quickly on their own while her walls were milking his shaft. Finally she
collapsed on him. He stood up with her in his arms and carried her to his bed.
Gently he laid her down, parted her legs, and entered her again, slowly.

“God’s you feel
good,” he whispered, thrusting into her harder.

Wrapping her arms
ad hid his waist, she pulled him closer to her, encouraging him. “Don’t stop.
Don’t ever stop,” she moaned.

His thrusts
increased, entering her again and again. “I - will - never - stop,” he hissed,
“You’re - mine!” With his last word, he released and spilled into her.

~*~*~*~*~

A month later
Hermione was standing in a doorway at Hogwarts. She was wearingeauteautiful
white, satin wedding gown that was form fitting to her body, yet it had a full
ten foot train. Her hair was full of soft curls and pulled up elegantly with a
diamond and pearl trimmed veil that covered her face. In her left hand she held
a bouquet of white roses. Her father was standing next to her next her with her
right arm around his.

As the traditional
Muggle wedding march began, her father walked her down the aisle in front of
friends. Severus stood at the altar, wearing a set of elegant black dress robes
that was worn only at pureblood weddings. He purposely wore these robes,
announcing to the world that he, a pureblood wizard was marrying a Muggle born
wizard willingly and without hesitation. He wanted the world to know this and
he was going to do it honorably.

As Hermione and her
father reached the alter, Albus said, “Who gives this woman?”


Hermione’s mother
stood up beside her as her husband answered, “Her mother and I do.” He then
raised her veil and kissed her on the cheek before returning his seat next to
his wife.

Albus continued with
the ceremonial. It had both Muggle traditions and Wizarding traditions. Both
recited their vows and were again pronounced husband and wife.



~*~*~*~*~



Lady Snape was
sitting in her cell, awaiting trial. Her hair was no longer pulled back in a
tight bun, but was sticking out. Her magic had worn off, leaving her hair jet
black like her son’s. When the guards, who were no longer the Dementors, would
approach her, she gave them a sad story about her cruel and abusive son along
with how miserable her life was with her husband. Some of the guards began to
feel sorry for her and were showing her special treatment by giving her extra
food and copies of the Daily Prophet. On this particular morning, a guard gave
her a copy of the Daily Prophet that she immediately opened. There it was, a
full-page article along with a picture of her son and his wife. She spit at the
picture where her son was holding their marriage contract with the golden
string.

Mister and Missus Severus Snape

renewed their marriage vows

at a ceremony that was be officiated

by Albus Dumbledore

this past Saturday

at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.


The couple has been married for over a month,
but because of the chaos that surrounded the original wedding,

Severus Snape wanted to give his wife the
wedding of her dreams.

It was nothing less than spectacular!

The article went on the give a more detailed history of
how the bride and groom were married the first time.

Lady Snape began to wail, “Oh my son, my poor son is got married”


The guards came running to aid, but the curses began to
fly as Lady Snape’s true colors came out. “Stay away from me you filthy, scum
of the earth, no good for nothing bastards! If you were worth anything you
wouldn’t be working here!” She went on and on, losing all sympathy she had
earned previously. The guards left her alone and never bothered her again. It
was the house elves who delivered her meals and nothing more. She had no
contact with the outside world and the world had finally forgotten about her.