A Marriage Made in Heaven...

A Marriage Made in Heaven…or Hell. Depending on Who You Ask

Chapter 7 

It had been two weeks since Severus and Hermione had been married. As Severus’s wife, Hermione could no longer attend his class. The day they returned from their honeymoon, Albus informed the couple that John Hastings, Severus’ mentor, would come in to teach Hermione. 

“How’s married life?” Ginny asked as she Harry, and Hermione sat beneath the Beech tree enjoying the last warm weather they would see until April or May.

“It’s good. I’m just confused about something though. Something about me and him,” Hermione sighed. 

“What is it?” Harry questioned.

“I…I think I’ve fallen in love with him. On our wedding day, when he kissed me, I felt…I don’t know how to describe it. I just don’t see how I didn’t notice before now.” Hermione explained. 

“What were you feeling toward him before you got married?” Ginny enquired.

“I’ve always respected and admired him. When we started working together on that potion, we grew closer and became friends. We even wrote to each other over the summer,” Hermione said.

“It sounds like you were falling for him even then, but didn’t see it till now,” Harry commented.

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Dear Professor,

How are you? I’m doing well. Looking foreword to returning to Hogwarts. Have you started any new potions? If so, I would love to hear about it. I never got the chance to tell you this, but thank you for everything you taught me while we were working together. I’ve learned so much from you over the years. It’s because of you I have chosen to become a Potions Mistress.

Do you think I would make a good one? When you see Remus this month, tell him hello for me. I have to go, my mum and I are having a girl’s day out. See you in September.

Love, Hermione

Severus stared down at the ending of the letter. He bet she didn’t even realize she had written love at the end. Ever since they had returned, he and Hermione had been acting almost shy around each other. They hadn’t made love since they returned from their honeymoon.

‘Maybe I should talk to her. I know I’m scared of admitting how I feel, but Hermione has never held her feelings in. Yes, tonight we will work this out,’ Severus thought as he placed the letter on top of the others.

Rising from his desk, he made his way out of their Chamber. If he and his wife were going to have a heart-to-heart, then he was going to do this right. As he headed for the kitchens, a pair of steel grey-blue eyes followed him.

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Hermione,

I thought you and I could have a nice dinner in our chamber tonight. There are some thing that need to be said and can only be done so in private. Please wear that dress I bought you on our honeymoon. See you at 7:00

Severus

Hermione smiled as she reflected on the day he bought her the champagne dress in the village. The day after their wedding they had gone into the village for some sightseeing. As they passed a small clothing store, the dress in question had caught her eye.

*Flashback*

“Severus, would you mind if we went in? I would love to just look at the dress,” Hermione asked.

“Of course,” Severus answered with a smile. 

Hermione and Severus walked over to the dress. Hermione smiled as she touched the soft fabric. It was so beautiful and she bet she would look great in it. Normally she wasn’t a vain person, but once and a while something would catch her eye and a bit of that vainness would show up.

“Why don’t you go try it on,” Severus said. 

“Oh I couldn’t,” she replied.

“Yes you can. Now go try it on. I want to see you in it,” he insisted.

Hermione sighed and nodded. She grabbed the dress and headed for the dressing room. Severus said on one of the chairs and waited. A few minutes later, she came walking out and did a little twirl for him.

“Well?” she asked.

“You look beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking,” he smiled. 

Hermione smiled brightly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. After a few moments, she re-entered the dressing room.

*End Flashback* 

It wasn’t until after they returned to the cottage, that he had presented her with the dress. She had thanked him with a wonderful night of mind blowing sex.

‘I miss feeling us joined in love making. Of course, why should he want to have sex with me except to have a baby? Maybe we could have sex tonight. If I’m lucky,’ she thought sadly as she entered the bathroom to get ready for dinner.

T.B.C