A Birthday Treat

Hermione cast an eye around the room one last time before nodding in approval. Everything was as she had asked Winky to do. The bed had been remade with clean bedding; the preserved rose was on the bedside table. It was time for her to get ready. The bedroom was ready, and all she had to do was light the candles when Severus returned from teaching. The elves had assured her all the finger food was in hand, the wine was chilling.

She made her way to the bathroom, running through the mental checklist she had made when she first came up with the idea for this personal celebration. Her husband had insisting on teaching today’s lessons despite the fact that this day was his birthday.

Slowly she slipped out of her clothes. She stepped into the shower and moaned with pleasure as the warm water ran over her skin. She reached for the shower gel Severus had created for her; a mixture of Neroli and Jasmine, and began to wash her body slowly and methodically. Next, she turned her attention to her hair, using Severus’ version of Sleekeazy. She stayed in the shower for a few moments after applying and removing the rich conditioner. Drying herself she took a look at herself in the mirror.

“Not bad.” She grinned at her reflection.

Perching herself on the edge of their bed she slowly started to apply the moisturising lotion to her skin, starting with her feet she worked her way upwards. The lotion had a subtle amount of glitter which reflected pleasingly in the soft candle light. Crossing to the wardrobe she retrieved the special purchase she had made earlier in the day from Madame Makin’s shop, a delicate green corset with French knickers in the same colour fabric, and a calf length strapless green dress. The dress was cut to accentuate her curves. Slipping into the dress she took another look at herself in the mirror smiling at her reflection. She walked across the room and sat down in front of her vanity mirror; carefully she applied her make-up, and then added the serpent necklace Severus had given her for her 18th birthday and the diamond earrings he had given her for their wedding day.

“Petal, where are you?”

Hermione checked her appearance one last time before making her way out of the room with the gift in her hand.

“Happy birthday, my sweet Prince,” she whispered placing a tiny kiss on his cheek.

Severus was flabbergasted by his wife’s appearance; the dress she wore was perfect, gently caressing her womanly curves, her make-up was subtle and her hair was piled nicely upon her head with small curls falling softly down the side of her face, framing her features perfectly.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, “what on earth did I do to deserve such a wonderful wife?”

“Help save the Wizarding World, that’s what you did my Prince.”

Rising slightly on her toes she kissed her husband’s lips.

Severus held his wife, taking in the vision before him once more. “You look gorgeous whilst I look like a tramp next to you in these teaching robes. Give me half an hour and I will be ready.”
Hermione nodded, as she placed the gift on the small coffee table.
Severus left in a swirl of black and made his way to the bathroom to wash away the troubles of the day. He had no idea what she had planned for their evening, but he was already warm with expectation. Making short work of washing and shaving, he perused the contents of his wardrobe. He dressed in a pair of charcoal grey slacks and a white shirt, left open at the collar. Looking at himself in the mirror he smiled. He was not a beautiful man, but all his features fitted together perfectly. Hermione had even managed to convince him that his nose was an asset.

He walked out of the bedroom to join Hermione upon the settee that was situated in front of the ornate fireplace. Hermione smiled at him as he sat down beside her.

“Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes; I’ve poured you a glass of sherry.”

“Thank you, Petal.” Severus placed a kiss on her cheek as he lent over to retrieve the glass from the coffee table.

“I hope you like this,” Hermione whispered, as she passed Severus his present.

Severus carefully unwrapped the present. He caught his breath as he opened up the photo album; it was full of pictures capturing the key moments of the last eleven years.

“Hermione, it’s beautiful.”

Just then the pair heard a distinct, if somewhat muffled, pop of Apparition as Winky appeared before them.

“Dinner is ready,” Winky bowed and left the room.

“Well, my dear,” Severus rose to his feet, “I guess we’d better go eat.” Hermione took hold of the offered hand.

The first two course of the meal were sumptuous, and Hermione and Severus filed each other in on their respective days.

Hermione had spent ages pondering what to ask the elves to provide them with as a dessert. Until she remembered that Severus had a soft spot for dark chocolate. The dessert plates appeared with thin slice’s of a dark chocolate torte with a side garnish of fresh, juicy raspberries and a whipped cream. Severus grinned wickedly at his wife, before scooping up a small amount of cream on his index finger. Lifting it slowly to his mouth, he slowly licked around the finger to remove the last trace of cream.

“Mmmm, Severus, what are you trying to do to me?” Hermione demanded never once removing her eyes from her husband’s face.

Severus winked lasciviously as he repeated the action, this time taking longer to remove the cream. Hermione was transfixed by her husband’s display. Pushing his chair back Severus grinned as Hermione rose from her own seat. Seating herself on his lap, Hermione picked some cream up with her own finger and offered it to him. Slowly Severus licked her finger clean before sucking it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. Severus began to slowly suck up and down his wife’s finger; Hermione groaned.

“Let’s take this somewhere more conducive to an evening of loving,” Hermione whispered as she rose from her husband’s lap. Offering her hand, she smiled as he rose from his chair. Hermione led the way to the bedroom; casting a silent Lumos. The candles cast a soft shadow over the bed. Severus smiled as he saw the rose he had given Hermione on their first night together.

“Hermione,” Severus whispered as he held his wife close, “You’ve gone to lots of trouble to recreate our first anniversary together.”

“Nothing is too much for you, my love.” Hermione snuggled in to Severus’ chest breathing in his unique aroma.

“Merlin woman, you spoil me.”

“No, you daft fool, I. Love. You.”

Stepping back slightly, she began to undo the buttons on his shirt, placing kisses upon each exposed section of skin. She slid the shirt from his shoulders, smiling in approval at the sight of his chest as she leaned in towards him and lazily trailed her tongue across one of his nipples. Aroused by the combination of attention and cold dungeon air Severus groaned. Grabbing Hermione by her pert arse he ground his erection against her hip.

“Circe, woman, feel what you do to me.”

Taking one of his hands from her hips, she placed his hand between her legs.

“Feel what you do to me.”

Severus shivered at his wife’s wanton behaviour feeling his wife’s evident arousal he began murmuring incoherently in her ear as he sought the zip on the side of her dress. His talented fingers made short work of undoing the fastenings of her dress. He caught his breath as he took in the sight of his wife in her green corset and knickers.

“I’ve not seen those before,” he whispered as he cock hardened in appreciation of the goddess before him.

Hermione smiled lasciviously as she led her husband over to their bed. Sitting down gently, she trailed her fingers along the length of his erection, licking her lips slowly and looking into his obsidian eyes as she unbuttoned the front of his trousers. She slowly slid his trousers down, smiling at the evidence of his arousal.

Severus toed off his shoes before stepping out of the puddle that was his trousers. He bent down to remove his socks and planted a kiss on Hermione’s lips. Standing up once more, Hermione sighed at the sight of her naked husband. She smiled as she took the head of his erection into her mouth. Slowly at first she circled her tongue around the head, cleaning away the pre-cum as she went. Then, without warning she slowly sucked him into her mouth before slowly easing back along his length. She repeated the action several more times before Severus groaned.

“Stop, Hermione, or I’ll cum right now!”

Hermione released him from her mouth.

“Come, sit down beside me, love.” Hermione reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a small bottle.

“What’s that?”

“Shush, my love, you’ll enjoy this.” Pouring a small amount of the oil into the palm of her left hand, Hermione warmed the oil before kneeling behind Severus and gently massaging his shoulders. Slowly she worked the tight muscles until the yielded to her ministrations. “Lay down on your front and I’ll massage your lower back.”

Hermione gradually worked her way down his backbone; all Severus could do was murmur unintelligibly. After she had massaged every inch of his back, Hermione repeated the process on his front.
Hermione watched as Severus’ eyes rolled backwards, smiling to herself she manoeuvred his arms above his head, things were working out better than she had hoped. Casting a silent binding spell, Severus was surprised to find himself restrained.

“What the... Hermione!”

“Shush, tonight is about you.” Hermione placed a kiss on his chest.

Slowly, she trailed kisses to a nipple before taking it into her warm mouth.

“Hermione,” Severus groaned, raising his hips slightly from the bed and pulling at his silken confines.

Hermione just smiled tenderly at her husband as she reached into the bed-side table drawer and withdrew what looked like a blindfold and a feather to Severus.

“What the... Hermione, what are you going to do with those?”

“Severus, please trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”

Severus nodded his submission as Hermione gently placed the blindfold over his eyes. Severus felt slightly nervous, never before had in been in a situation like this. Slowly he felt her trail feather down the centre of his chest. He felt himself harden even more as she drew the feather up the inside of his thighs, purposefully missing the one area of his body he would like to feel it.

Severus was surprised when he no longer felt the feather. He jumped when Hermione ran an ice cube across his chest. She followed the ice cube trail with small butterfly kisses that warmed the cooled skin.

“Damn it Hermione, enough teasing,” Severus grunted impatiently.

“Do you want me to remove the blindfold?”

“Yes, please Hermione, I want to see you.”

Hermione removed the blindfold, glad that the lighting from the candles was soft. She gracefully stood from the bed, making to remove her corset.

“Leave it on, witch.”

“You want me to keep this on?” she trailed her fingers slowly down her front.

“Please!” Severus whimpered, he wasn’t sure how long he would last once he joined with Hermione, but the corset she wore was beautiful.

Hermione maintained eye contact with Severus as she slowly removed her knickers. She returned to the bed kneeling beside Severus as she untied him. She slid gracefully off the bed and walked around to the foot of the bed. Seductively she climbed onto the bed. Slowly, seductively, she crawled up Severus thighs, pausing to lick his now aching cock. Grinning naughtily, she raised herself up and, in one graceful movement, settled onto him, drawing him deeply into her, eliciting a tortured groan of, "Merlin, witch, you'll be the death of me"

Hermione started to rock against the erection which filled her, moaning approval as Severus placed his hands on either side of her hips. Hermione, taking encouragement from Severus, began to move up and down the length of his rock hard erection grinding herself against him when she had him fully sheathed.

“HERMIONE,” Severus was grunting with each movement that his wife made. With cat-like reflexes he rolled them over so that he gained the upper hand. “I’ll show you what happens when you torment an aroused wizard.” With that Severus began to thrust into his wife. Hermione panted as the rhythm they adopted gained speed.
With a wicked glint in his eyes, Severus adjusted the position of his arms so it forced her legs wider apart. Not once did he loose his rhythm. “How close are you, Petal/” he grunted.

“Close.”

“Hermione, rub your clit for me.”

Hermione slipped her hand between their joined bodies and started to circle her clit, “Severus,” she moaned as the pace of her fingers matched the pace of his hips. “So close not long... Severusssss!” Hermione felt the orgasm explode her skin tingled with the ferocity of her orgasm; she felt her muscles tighten against Severus erection and was lost in bliss.

Severus continued to thrust into his wife as her sheath pulsed around him. He fought for control as her body attempted to milk his cum. Then, he too was lost in his orgasm as he felt his cum boil from his body. His hips continued to meet hers until every drop of his orgasm had left him softening and sated.

Severus smiled lazily as he looked at his wife. “Circe, Mrs Snape, that was brilliant.” Hermione’s reply was a slow, appreciative whimper. She was still inarticulate from the intensity of her orgasm.

Severus carefully rolled to the side of his wife, draping an arm over her tummy, he traced small circles upon her skin as sleep claimed both of them.