It Started With A Kiss

Chapter 8

As the Headmaster concluded the ceremony and the circle was banished, everyone gathered around the couple to offer their congratulations.

“Please may I have your attention,” Dumbledore said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the chatter. “There is food and drink set up in the rose garden, and of course you are all welcome to partake.”

Albus and Minerva led the way, followed by Severus, Hermione and the assembled guests. The site was decorated beautifully, with fairy lights hung in the trees, candles on the tables, which were set with Hogwarts finest china. Two large tables on one side held enough food to feed ten times the people in attendance. Soft music was playing but Hermione could not find the source.

This was subdued; especially for the Headmaster, known for his eccentric taste in decorating. She suspected that Minerva stepped in and prevented the Headmaster from going overboard.

Elves appeared carrying trays of champagne; each guest was given a glass. Dumbledore raised his glass to toast the newly bound couple.

“Everyone please raise your glasses, a toast to Hermione, a more beautiful bride I have yet to see; and Severus I never thought I would live to see you wearing white.” A few suppressed laughs were heard from among the guests. “There are two secrets to a long-lasting happy marriage: Here's to good sense of humor --and a short memory! To Severus and Hermione.”

Each guest yelled out as their raised their glasses and drank to the newly married couple.

“Family, friends, and esteemed guests; please help yourselves to the fine fare the house-elves have prepared.” Dumbledore said.

Placing his hand around Hermione’s waist, Severus led her to the buffet table.

“I do not know about you but I have not eaten since this afternoon,” he said, looking at his new bride. He then lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m going to need a good meal to keep my stamina up for the night ahead.” A blush caressed Hermione’s cheek.

After they filled their plates with a variety of food, they sat at a table and were joined by Mrs. Granger and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. The talk was subdued until Hermione spoke up.

“The elves have outdone themselves. Everything is so delicious.”

Looking to her mother, she said, “So, Mum what did you think of the ceremony?”

“It was quite lovely, but I do have a question for Professor Dumbledore.” Her mother looked over at the Professor as he put his fork down, giving Mrs. Granger his undivided attention.

“Ask away Madam, I’ll do my best to provide the answer.”

“First of all, that was a very lovely ceremony. You did seem a bit surprised, though. Did something unexpected happen?"

"Yes, the display you saw with the cords acting on their own was most unexpected," he said. “However with the blessing of the rings, if the Gods look favourably upon couple, then they control the magic you witnessed.”

“Do you have any ideas as to an explanation for the cords then, Professor?" Mrs Granger asked quite curious as to what his answer would be.

“That Madam I can only hypothesize on. It would seem to me that the Ancient Guardians took control at that point to perhaps make sure the binding was permanent. You see most bindings are for a year and a day, at which time, if the couple so chooses, they have the knot tightened to show they are committed to each other till death.”

“Really Professor, how interesting. How often do the ‘Ancient Ones’ play with peoples lives?” The anger in her voice clearly palpable.

“Mum, please don’t start this now.” Hermione pleaded. “It’s been such a pleasant evening, I would hate to see it end in anger.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Lets drop this subject for now.” She said, adding in a low voice “Since the damage is already done.”

“Yes it is indeed a lovely evening. The moon shining brightly, the stars twinkling and beautiful music playing…just the right atmosphere for dancing. Minerva, may I have this dance?” Dumbledore stood extending his hand to his long time partner.

“I would love to Albus.” She said, smiling as she took his hand. He led her to a makeshift dance floor.

“Well Madam Snape, shall we join them?” Severus asked, as he took her hand and led her to where Albus and Minerva were swaying together in each other’s arms to a slow song.

Hermione put her hand on his shoulder as he put his around her waist and took her other hand. Severus brought her close to him as they started to move to the music that was softly playing. He could feel her heart beating faster against his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. Each was so lost in their own thoughts of the events of that day, that neither heard Harry clearing his throat to try to get their attention. He finally tapped Severus on the shoulder.

“Pardon me, but do you mind if I cut in, Professor?”

Severus looked at his wife, who gave him a small nod indicating her consent.

“Of course not, Mr. Potter,” he replied, his patented Snape sneer directed at Harry. “I’ll be talking to Lucius and Narcissa my dear,” He said as he bowed slightly, giving Harry her hand.

“I guess I better get used to calling you Madam Snape from now on Hermione. Well at least within earshot of ‘HIM’,” Harry said, his eyes looking to where the professor now stood, watching him closely.

“Really Harry, let it go for one night please!”

“Alright, Hermione. So, that was some ceremony. I gather from Dumbledore’s reaction that the cords were not supposed to tie themselves,” he said, changing the subject. He could tell it wasn’t a normal event from the gasps he heard around him when it occurred, and he wondered if Dumbledore had an explanation for it.

“No, Harry they weren’t. Professor Dumbledore believes the Ancient Ones are responsible for that. The knot was tied tightly instead of loosely. In a regular binding, after a year and a day the couple have the option to make the binding permanent by having the knot tightened. The knot made tonight, Harry, was tight, there is no year and a day to decide if we want to stay together.” An awkward silence descended between the two friends as they continued dancing.

Harry looked around at the others dancing, “Hermione, look your Mum is dancing with George or is that Fred?”

“Harry, please go rescue her!” Hermione pleaded.

“As you wish Madam Snape.” Harry bowed slightly to her as she tapped him lightly on the arm. Hermione was heading off towards the table were Severus was when Ron intercepted her.

“May I have this dance, Hermione?” Ron asked holding his hand out awaiting her reply.

“I’d be delighted.” Putting her hand in his as he led her back to the dance floor.

“Dumbledore is right Hermione, you do look beautiful,” he said, a sad smile on his face. “You know, I always thought that one day we would marry. I know, I know you, don’t have to say it; you love me like a brother.”

“Yes, Ron, like a brother. It would never have worked out Ron, we are too different.”

“You’re right. I know that. If he doesn’t treat you right though, you let me know. He’ll have to deal with me, Harry, and five other Weasleys.” He kissed her forehead and walked away. Hermione watched him leave a smile on her face as she pictured the seven of them confronting Severus.

The evening wore on she danced with every wizard there at least once. Lucius Malfoy was quite a surprise, she had expected snide remarks and veiled insults, but he was quite the gentleman and an exceptional dance partner.

Hermione was talking with Ginny and Tonks as her mother approached with the Headmaster.

“I’m heading home, Hermione. It’s getting late and I still have to deal with your father when I get back.” She gave her daughter a hug and kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you for coming Mum, it wouldn’t have been the same without you here.” Hugging her mother tightly, she added, “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too. You write to me soon, let me know how you’re doing, ok?”

“I will Mum,” she replied. Ginny and Tonks bid Mrs. Granger good evening as well. Severus noticed his new ‘mother-in-law’ preparing to leave and came to bid her good evening as well.

“Mrs Granger,” Severus said as he walked up the group, “I don’t know what Albus wrote to you to make you change your mind about being here, but I know it made Hermione happy. Thank you for coming.”

“You,” she said sternly, “better treat my daughter well, or wizard or not, you will answer to me.”

"I will strive to make sure that never happens, Madam.” Severus said as he took her hand bowing slightly. “Good evening to you and a safe trip home.”

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Severus found his bride sitting on a stone bench not far from where the guests were still milling about, as he neared her, she turned her head to see who was approaching her. Severus sat next to his new bride, and put his arm around her shoulder.

“It has been a long, eventful day,” he said as he looked up at the full moon.

“Yes, it has. I was surprised when the Headmaster knocked on my door with my mother, I really didn’t expect her to come, or for the Professor to write her as he did. I wonder what he wrote to make her change her mind?”

“Knowing the Headmaster as I do, something wise and guaranteed to give guilt.” They sat together in silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say. She, nervous about what was to come next and he not wanting to scare her or make her feel pressured.

“Come, wife, let’s go for a walk and get away from all these people. I think Albus may have had one too many, I heard him saying something about starting a ‘Conga’ line.” Hermione couldn’t help herself. The picture of her 150 + year old Headmaster leading a Conga line made her laugh. They walked to the old oak tree by the lake. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, Severus transfigured it into a large blanket, placing it on the ground for them to sit on.

He sat against the old tree bringing Hermione to sit between his legs with her back against his chest. Hermione sighed as her new husband brought his arms around her holding her to him.

“It’s so peaceful here, this is my favourite place to come when I want solitude.”

“Are you trying to tell me you rather be alone?” He asked, teasingly.

“Not at all, I find I rather like being alone here with you.” She turned her head a bit so she could see him looking down at her.

“Good, because I’ve found I rather like being alone with you too,” he said, his voice flowing over her in a tone that could melt chocolate.

He brought his hand up to caress her cheek and traced her jaw line. Hermione turned her body so she could reach his lips with her own. Their chaste kisses soon turned into ones that were more passionate.

Hermione’s breathing becoming heavier as Severus’ hand moved down her side to her hip, and back up brushing against the side of her breast. He moved his hand down her back to her well shaped arse rubbing it gently for a moment. He brought her up further against him and slid his hand down to her thigh.

They continued kissing, touching and caressing until Hermione felt his hand working its way up her inner thigh.

“Severus,” she said moaning as his lips and tongue worked their way down her neck, “Severus,” said again.

“Mmmmm Yes.” He said enjoying how responsive his new wife was to his attentions.

“Maybe we should take this somewhere more private, where no one could happen upon us.”

“Mmmm but that would require I stop, and I told you when you were my wife I wouldn’t stop.” A small smile coming to his mouth as his fingers brushed over her now very wet pussy. “From what I’m feeling you don’t want me to stop either.”

“Please Severus,” she moaned.

“I intend to, wife.”

“Not here Severus, please.” She said in a pleading voice.

Giving a defeated sigh he said, “Alright, we WILL continue this in our rooms, and the next time you say ‘Please Severus’ it won’t be because you want to move somewhere else,” he said, his eyebrow arching and desire in his eyes as he looked at his now blushing bride.

He lead Hermione towards the castle to a little used side entrance that led to the dungeons. As they neared the entrance, footsteps were heard coming quickly towards them.

Harry and Ron appeared both looking traumatised.

“What in the world happened?” Hermione asked concerned for her friends well being.

“It was awful Hermione, just awful!” Ron said.

“Truly appalling. I would rather face Voldemort again that have to witness that once more!” Harry said somewhat breathless.

“Well, out with you two. What happened?” Severus said quickly becoming impatient.

Ron responded, “Professor Dumbledore, sir he…he…he…”

“HE WHAT?” Hermione yelled.

“He’s leading a Conga line!” Ron said, his eyes bulging from his head as he remembered the sight.

Almost sighing with relief that no attack or such had occurred Severus stated, “Go to your common room, both of you.”

“Yes sir,” they both said as they headed to the front entrance of the castle.

After the two were out of sight, Hermione started to giggle, which turned into full-blown laughter. Severus, too, let out a laugh at the thought of Albus leading a Conga line.

They made their way through the little used halls and stairways, coming out into the hall where Severus’ private rooms were located. He brought down the wards and reset them as they entered into his sitting room. He had left the fire burning in the fireplace, so the room was not damp and chilly as usual.

He helped Hermione take her cloak off and placed it across the back of the chair. Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom. Waving his hand the torches lit low, bathing the room in soft light. Hermione looked around seeing two wardrobes. The elves must have brought one in for her she thought; but what really caught her eye was the very large four poster king size bed. The bed was made up with Slytherin green silk sheets, and green curtains laced with silver threads surrounded it. She felt Severus’ arms come around her and his lips to her ears.

“Now, lets pick up where we left off.” He whispered in her ear making her tremble slightly. He sensed her hesitation at what was to come. “Do you trust me Hermione?” She turned around to look at him, surprised he would even ask that.

“Yes, of course Severus.”

“Then relax, just let things happen.”

He planted small kisses on her neck his arms wrapping around her bringing her closer to him. Her hands moved up his arms she could feel his biceps bulging, not large, just right for him though. She felt him moving her backwards then her legs met the bed.

His hands moved from her back and move until they encountered her breasts, his hands cupped each one as if weighing them both, his thumbs gently flickered across her already hardened nipples. His hands continued upwards until he found the lacing that held her dress together. He pulled one end of the lacing to untie the bow then worked down the front loosening it enough so he could work it down her shoulders and arms exposing his new wife to his eyes.

“Beautiful.” She heard him say softly as his eyes looked upon her, exposed to him for the first time. Her blush reached down to her chest as she lowered her eyes. Taking her hands, he positioned them so she could unbutton his shirt.

She looked up as though seeking his permission. The look she saw in his eyes told her to proceed. Slowly, starting with the upper most button she continued downward, her fingers lightly touching the skin she exposed with each button. His skin felt so warm to her touch. When she reached the last button, she removed his shirt revealing a chest that was broader then she thought. His robes hid much of what was under them. Her hands slowly explored the newly uncovered skin of her husband, tracing scars she did not know he had. Her eyes not leaving his chest she spoke to him.

“Is Voldemort responsible for those?”

“Mostly. We can talk about them another time though.” He brought her hand up to his mouth placing a kiss upon her palm then her wrist, working his way up to her shoulder.

He kissed her again; his lips crushing hers and his tongue demanding entrance as he nipped at her lower lip. She allowed him entrance and he deepened the kiss. She felt as if he were consuming her. Hermione felt her knees go weak at his kisses; his touch eliciting responses in her she didn’t know existed.

She felt the cool dungeon air on her arse as Severus worked the dress off her. His hands caressed her bottom, then he grabbed hold to each cheek and drew her up against him. She could feel his erection on her belly. Hermione in turn took hold of his small but firm arse and tried to bring him even closer; he was exciting and arousing her so. He lifted her onto the bed, coming down beside her, and looking upon her now nude body.

His fingers and mouth explored her, finding the places that elicited moans and soft cries of ‘yes’ from her.

“Hmmm yes wife that’s it tell me what you like. Let me hear you.” Severus said in a silky voice that washed over Hermione making her feel as if a lust potion entered her bloodstream. Positioning himself over her, he looked at her face, her eyes, half lidded and burning with desire, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses.

He kissed her lips again and worked his way down to her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he squeezed them gently together licking around each areola. He took a hardened nipple in his mouth and suckled it greedily; the other nipple he rolled between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione arched her back up and brought both hands to his head holding him where he was, not wanting him to stop.

It felt as if there was a direct connection between her nipples and her pussy; the feeling was delicious and she couldn’t stop the sounds coming from her mouth, letting her husband know she was indeed enjoying this. Severus started traveling further down, planting kisses on her flat belly and moving down further passing by the place he really wanted to be. He kissed and licked her hips working his way down her outer thighs, then opened her thighs further giving him access to work his way back to the treasure that awaited him.

She felt him move her legs apart as he kissed and licked his way up her thighs. She never felt anything so incredible in her life. She was so aroused, coherent thought was not possible; instinct had taken over. Severus could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, he wanted to bring her to ecstasy and back before he penetrated her. He could see the wetness glistening on the soft curls of her pussy. Severus felt his cock get even harder. It had been a few years since he had a willing woman in his bed.

He finally reached his goal. spreading her thighs further apart, he opened her lips see how wet and aroused she was. He ran his tongue from her virgin canal to her clit, savouring the taste of his untouched bride. Her hips bucked up at the contact, and hearing her moaning his name loudly brought a sly smile to his face.

He continued partaking of her delightful nectar as her hand came down caressing his head. her moans growing louder by the minute. Hermione felt his tongue touch her most intimately, her hips bucked up as if they had a mind of their own. It was as if he ignited a fire in her and she knew only he could extinguish it. She lifted her head looking down to see Severus’ face buried between her legs. Reaching down, she laid her hand on his head moaning loudly and calling out his name.

“Severus…oh Gods….yessss yes.” Severus sucked and nipped at her swollen clit her voiced approval pleased him greatly. She was very responsive. He was definitely going to enjoy showing her the pleasures of the flesh. He slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. She was tight and oh so wet. His finger moved further into her until he found her intact hymen. Withdrawing his finger, he then inserted two, trying to stretch her a bit, as he was rather well endowed and knew when he breeched her hymen she would feel the pain, briefly though it may be.

Hermione stopped trying to think. What he was doing to her took away all reason, and all her senses were focused on what her wonderful husband was doing to her. She didn’t quite know what was happening to her. Suddenly, she felt like she would burst soon, if something she couldn’t quite name didn’t happen. She felt his fingers penetrate her. The feeling was so exquisite she wanted more. She moaned, squirmed and was just able to tell him just how much she was enjoying this.

“Sssssseverus, ohhhhh don’t stop, please don’t stop.” His fingers started moving faster in and out of her just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore the most wonderful feeling overcame her. She felt as if she was released from her body, her soul soaring into the heavens and then back down slowly into her body. His fingers moved in and out faster, his tongue and mouth working over her clit until he felt the telltale signs she was about to orgasm. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit his fingers flying in and out of her pussy until the walls of her canal clenched his fingers tightly. he couldn’t wait to feel those walls spasm around his shaft; it would be magnificent.

He withdrew his fingers and started to lap up the juices that flowed from her, enjoying the taste of her. He moved back up her luscious body, holding himself up by his forearms and looking at the beautiful witch who was now his; his wife. She in turn was looking at him, a small smile upon her lips as she brought her hands up to his shoulders running her hands across each one.

“That was brilliant, superb, magnificent I’ve never, ever felt anything like that before, not even by my own hand.” A sly smirk crossed his face as he responded to his wife’s praise of this skills.

“We are far from done, Hermione. There is still more to ‘come’.” He reached down between their bodies taking hold to his erection he rubbed the head up and down between her wet lips bringing it to the entrance of tight, virginal hole. “Relax wife,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “Hold on to me. I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He ran a finger over her clit causing her to buck up, and as she did, he pushed the head of his large cock into her, hissing as he felt her tight canal wrap around it and her gasping as he stretched her.

“Relax, witch, and wrap your legs around me.” She did as he told her bringing her legs around his waist, hooking one foot around the other. He pushed in further until her felt her barrier. He thrust gently in and out of her, giving her a taste of what was to come. Her moans urged him on. Leaning closer to her, he whispered in her ear. “That’s it Hermione, relax. Now my dear this will hurt a bit, I cannot help it but I promise it will be brief. Then, my wife, I’ll show you what real pleasure is.”

Hermione listened to the words Severus whispered so ardently to her. Bringing her hands to his back, she tried to hold him closer to her, but instead he kissed her cheek then her mouth and looked into her eyes.

“Keep your eyes on mine, Hermione. I want to see them when I fully penetrate you.” His words were working her into a slow boil, she wanted him in every way possible at that moment.

“Do it Severus, please. Give me all of you.” With that statement, Severus thrust hard into her breaking her hymen and entering her fully. He saw the pain in her eyes as a single tear slid down the side of her face. He kissed it away. “The worst is over Hermione there will be no more pain now. You let me know when I can continue.” He softly kissed her face and neck, holding her close and holding back the urge to thrust into her repeatedly and deeply.

She felt like heaven wrapped around his throbbing cock. After a minute, the pain subsided, and she nodded her consent for him to continue. He pulled back slowly until just the head remained inside of her and gently thrust forward filling her again,

“Oh so tight and wet. You feel exquisite, wife.” He picked up speed thrusting faster into her as she brought her hips up to meet him. “Yessss that’s it wife…”

Hermione didn’t think anything could feel as superb as when he went down on her, she just found out she was wrong. With each thrust, he was bringing her closer and closer to the edge of the precipice. She wanted him to go with her. Lifting himself up onto his hands, he looked down at the beautiful witch who was now his in every sense of the word. He felt the familiar tightness begin and thrust harder and faster into her.

“Yesss wife yesss…so hot, so wet oh Goddess….” Her moans were like music to his ears then her words brought him over the edge as she fell into the abyss.

“Severus…..Oh Gods….don’t stop….harder Severus yessss…give me all of you….yesssssss.” When they both came back down to earth Severus kissed his new wife passionately. He withdrew from her, both of them spent and sated. Laying by her side, he drew her to him as he crooked his finger bringing the sheet up to cover them. They both fell asleep with a satisfied smile on their faces.

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