Awaiting Love

This chapter was written while I listened to Jem, \"They\" and Ozzy Osbourne, \"I Just Want You\" for inspiration.

Severus was in momentary shock. When she walked out of the bathroom, even though she wore a

nightgown, he could see every detail of her body. The night gown hung to her mid thigh. It was

made of a soft, flowing material, that was a filmy white color. It was tied underneath her breasts

by a silk ribbon, and there was delicate and intricate design across the bodice portion. Her small but full and firm breasts, flat stomach, slender waist, round hips, and

long legs could be seen easily through the garment.

She was stunning. He simply couldn\'t stop himself from going to her side. He pulled her against him. His mouth landed on hers hungrily. His hands roamed over her

soft, warm, body. Hermione didn\'t respond at first, but she quickly adjusted to the attention he was giving her and she was soon kissing him back. Her body slowly

wrapping around him as the sensations took her over. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. She looked up at him with a disappointed look on her

face. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor, once again revealing his torso to her. He then slid the night trousers off of his lean legs, standing before as

proudly as she had stood re hre him. He drew back the bed sheets and laid down next to her. Severus took a hand and entwined his fingers into her tresses. Hermione

lowered her eyes modestly and worried her bottom lip. Watching her white even teeth play on her pouty bottom lip almost drove Severus over the edge.

He drew her to him, once again claiming her lips. Hermione moaned softly and pushed herself flush against him. He let he hands begin to roam over her body, taking

in her soft womanly curves. She in turn let her small hand begin to explore him again, resuming where she took off. She splayed her hands across his back, pulling

him closer to her. Severus brought a hand up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over her already erect nipple. Hermione gasped at the contact and instinctively

pressed herself against his hand. He let his other hand trail lazily down her stomach to her venus mont. Slipping a finger in between her wet folds he sought the

sensitive nub of her sex. She tore her mouth from his and groaned loudly as he caressed her and brought her to a heightened sense of passion. He pressed her onto

her back and nestled himself between her soft creamy thighs. Without hesitation he thrust himself deep into her wet hot body. She wrapped her legs around him as

wonderful sensations began to take her over. He thrust hard into her soft yielding body, groaning with the pleasure of it all. He could feel her; tight, hot, and soft. He

watched her facial expressions, reveling in the obvious pleasure she was gaining from their coupling. Her body had a sheen of perspiration. Her hair was a wild mess,

more than it usually was, and her eyes closed. Ruby red lips were parted while she panted.

\"Oh yesss, Severus.\" She faintly heard herself pant. At those words uttered Severus lost control, his tempo picking up. Hermione could feel a warmth

beginning to spread over her, and as Severus grunted with his release, she cried out with her own. He collapsed beside her, his breathing still rapid. Hermione felt

herself begin to drift off into a blissful sleep.

A few hours later Hermione woke, and when she rolled over she expected to feel a warm body next to hers. But instead she met with cool sheets. Frowning

she sat up, glancing around the room for Severus. She saw a door that she hadn\'t see before. Obviously he had enchanted the door to camouflage within the walls.

How clever of him, she thought to herself. Pulling a sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her, she rose and headed towards the door. Opening it, she saw a

marvelous room. It had as many books as the Hogwarts’ library, all clustered together on wall shelves. A large fireplace with old world vases set atop the mantle,

comfortable looking armchairs, a small coffee table, and lastly a huge work table. There were cabinets filled with potion ingredients and draughts. She couldn\'t help but

be amazed. She stepped into the room, not seeing Severus. Her bare feet came into contact with a thick Turkish rug that felt heavenly to walk upon. Guided only by

candle light, Hermione ventured forth into the room and headed straight towards a shelf of books.

\"So you\'re awake,\" said a deep drawling voice. Hermione jumped and turned to face Severus. She nodded dumbly and watched him cautiously. He was

leaning against a shelf hidden in the shadows, wearing a black robe. He slowly walked towards her. He was absolutely pleasing to the eye in that robe! She couldn\'t

stop the hormonal thoughts. His black eyes stared, almost making her flee from him. His face was a mask, completely unreadable.

\"This is my private room.\" He stated flatly. Hermione turned to go. \"But, since we are wed, and what\'s mine is yours, and vice versa, this is now OUR private room.\" She

lookt hit him in disbelief; he had a slight smile on his face. Swiftly he reverted back to his old self. \"Now, Lady Snape, I bid you ado, I have pressing matters to

attend.\" With a curt nod he swept out of the room, back to their bed chambers. She knew that he had dismissed her, so she resigned herself to investigate around the

room.


Severus sighed with relief as he freed himself from Hermione\'s presence. Thanks to his meeting with Dumbledore, he had a valid excuse. He was of course

a little apprehensive about the impending meeting. Dumbledore wouldn\'t have disturbed their \"honeymoon\" unless it was important. Quickly dressing he made his way

to Dumbledore\'s office. He was so preoccupied that he didn\'t notice exactly what students where breaking what rules, but he took points like they were candy. He and

Hermione had made love; correction, had sex. There was no love involved, just a need. Since the need had been met, he doubted that there would be a repeat any

time soon. After he had treated Hermione their first night, he was extremely surprised that she had even responded to him. But he had been nervous that first night;

scared to be correct. He was unsure of how she would react to their consummation of the wedding, so he made it as painless and as quick as possible. He feared she

would have rejected his tender actions, so he was brisk. He muttered the password to Dumbledore’s office and strode up to his desk. He quietly seated himself before

the headmaster.

\"Severus, dear boy. Something has come to my attention,\" the Headmaster stated slowly and carefully. Severus merely nodded. \"Your Death Eater

meetings, what shall be done about Hermione?\"

\"She will just have to attend with me,\" Severus said flatly, attempting not to show how concerned he really was about that small fact. It had never come to

mind before. He hadn\'t been called in months; it would happen soon no doubt.

Dumbledore nodded. Standing he retrieved himself and Severus a cup of tea. They chatted two hours away.


Hermione finally decided to venture out of the dungeons. She roamed the halls, aimlessly.

\"Lady Snape,\" she heard Professor McGonagall greet her. She smiled brightly.

\"Hello Professor.\" McGonagall pfted at the formal use of her title. But Hermione would continue to use it out of respect. It would take her some time to

adjus the the equality she had with the professors of the school.

\"I wanted to thank you immensely for the, ummm...night garment,\" she ventured. She saw mirth rise in her Professor\'s eyes.

\"You\'re quite welcome my dear. I do hope it was put to good use.\" She chuckled. Hermione couldn\'t help but laugh herself, thinking that it was put into VERY

good use.

\"May I ask where you got such a lovely, er, garment?\" She queried her professor innocently. Professor McGonagall snickered and grinned, most unlike her

normal self.

\"Of course. It was purchased at Madame Malkins. In fact I had several commissioned for you. I thought you might ask about them. She said you should be

able to pick them up at anytime.\" Hermione blushed crimson.

\"Thank you very much Professor.\" She turned quickly and made her way to Madame Malkins.


Once back at Hogwarts she hurried to the dungeons and began to rifle through her newly acquired lingerie. There was one identical to the one she wore the

previous night, only a dark emerald green. There was one of a black sheer material that had a satin bodice, and an empire waist, flowing into a sheer baby doll style

night gown. Another was a long slick, satin night gown. It had lace on the top of the bodice area, and was a wonderful burgundy color. Lastly there was another emerald

green gown that seemed like melted butter when she held it. It was so soft and flowing that she didn\'t recognize the material. It had long sleeves that clung till they

reached her elbows, then they hung loosely. The neckline was a dramatic v-line that ended just at her navel. It clung to her seeming like it had been painted onto her

body, finally loosening once it reached her mid thigh. There was a long slit that came all the way up her leg, until he reached her generous hips. She marveled at the

exquisiteness of each night gown. Without hesitation she put her plan into motion. She would seduce Severus tonight, show him that she wanted peace and love in her

marriage. She wanted to build a life with him, since they were already married, and there was no way to end the marriage unless death befell one of them. She quickly

chose the last gown she had examined, knowing it to be the perfect choice for her plans. She knew Severus would be in his classroom all day until evening, it was their

last night before school began again, and he had papers to finish. She quickly put her plans into reality.


Severus sat in his classroom after he left Dumbledore\'s office. He had much work to finish, and had made quick business of it. He and Hermione would be

eating in their chambers tonight, taking advantage of their last night before returning to school. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was finished, but he

hesitated on entering their chambers. He was nervous of the night to come, dining in silence, sleeping so close and yet far from his wife. He sighed again and stood,

He walked slowly to their chambers. When he entered the rooms, he was taken by complete surprise. There were dozens of candle illuminating the room, casting a soft

glow. Hermione stood waiting for him, wearing a piece of lingerie, looking quite fetching. Her lithe body stood proud and straight. Her plump breasts straining against

the material of the dark green gown, the neckline dipped low, provocatively low. She smiled warmly at him. He stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. She took

the initiative, walking slowly to him, her hips swaying. Suddenly Severus felt a burning on his forearm.


\"Shit...\"He muttered, his adore completely cooled. Hermione cast a worried look at him. \"The Dark Lord calls me.\" He said in a dull tone. \"Get dressed,\" he

snapped at her. She nodded, and retreated away from him, quickly dressing. He watched as she stripped, she stood naked for a moment while she gathered her black

robes. He watched with regret as she slid the robes on. Finally she looked at him with a curious look.

\"You\'re coming with me,\" he grumbled. A shocked look crossed her face, but she nodded. He walked to his big fireplace and threw in a handful of floo

powder, saying, \"Malfoy Manner.\" He looked at her and said briskly, \"You are to follow me, do not stray from my side. Otherwise, I cannot be held responsible for what

may happen.\" She nodded again, fear showing on her pretty face. He stepped into the fireplace and was gone. She quickly followed suit, suddenly finding herself in a

huge fireplace, and before her was an enormous hall. It had a high ceiling, and was a dazzling white. Huge windows lined the walls, and gold leafing showed some

intricate decorations along the great walls. Statues were scattered about the hall, as well as greenery. The floor was white tile, that had gold veins running through the

marble tiles. There were other people. All were garbed in Death Eater masks and black robes. Severus had put his mask on, just as he appeared before his fellow

Death Eaters. The hall hushed, Hermione felt eyes on her. Eyes which were casting looks of disgust, loathing, hatred, and worst of all, lust. She shivered at the last

realization. Severus stood beside her, grabbing her arm roughly, he lead her before the Dark Lord. She could only see a black form, with red glowing eyes that seemed

to look right through her. He shoved her down into a kneeling position and knelt as well.

\"Severussss..\" rasped the Dark Lord. \"Who is this?\"

\"My wife,\" Severus said flatly. The Dark Lord motioned for Severus to stand, who forced Hermione to remain kneeling.

\"She\'s unpure.\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Why did you take her to wife?\"

\"To have my own Mudblood slut.\"

\"Is she a hot package?\"

\"Very much so. I wooed her over to me the other night and tasted her favors. Very sweet,\" Severus said blandly.

\"No bruises. You do not beat her enough,\" came the gruff reply. \"I wish a public showing of your loathing for your Mudblood wife.\" Severus bowed. \"Later

tonight.\" Again Severus bowed. He grabbed Hermione\'s arm and hauled her to her feet, dragging her away from the Dark Lord. As they walked away, another asked

figure fell into step next to them.

\"Well, well, well, Lucius. What can I do for you?\" Severus asked through gritted teeth.

\"You can tell me why you stole the little girl from under my nose,\" Lucius said angrily.

\"Because I wanted her for my own.\"

\"Well now you\'ve gone and deprived my dear son Draco of his own kind of fun.\"

\"I am most regretful, Lucius.\"

\"You\'re damn right you are. I want satisfaction!\" Lucius snarled.

\"You shouldn\'t be repeating everything you hear during pillow talk,\" Lucius grasped Severus\' shoulder and forced him to face him.

\"A duel for the Mudblood bitch!\" Lucius spat. Severus looked at him with hatred.

\"Accepted,\" he said coldly.