A Surprise Visit

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as the last student traipsed out of the Charms classroom. The last lesson of the day should have been a breeze, but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had proved to be a handful when casting their spells.

She could understand why her husband now relished his free-lance role, no longer tied to one school. However, she was less than impressed that his work had taken him away from her at this particular time. But as she and Severus had grown older and Severus had been called away to lecture in Germany this week, frustration and teaching were not happy bed-mates.

After tidying, Hermione made her way to their marriage quarters. Once she was safely behind the heavy oak door, she flopped down on the settee and poured herself a measure of brandy. There was an hours grace before she would be required in the Great Hall for the evening meal; she intended to savour her brandy, a gift from Lucius for her last birthday, and mark some essays.

Before she knew it the hour was over and she was making her way down to the hall. The only seat left at the teachers table was between Minerva and Sybil, Hermione groaned inwardly. It wasn’t that she didn’t get on with Sybil, she tolerated the woman, but it was the constant forecasting of doom and despair that ticked her off.

“Hermione, my dear,” Minerva welcomed her. “How much longer will we be without your husband?”

“Severus is away until the weekend.”

Hermione was bemused to see a twinkle in the headmistress’ eyes, damn the woman she was almost as infuriating as her predecessor.

The meal passed with only a small debacle at the Slytherin table. The current head of Slytherin house was not as forceful as Severus had been and little spats often erupted between the years.

Glad that the meal was over, Hermione made her way back to her quarters. The evening was her own to do with as she pleased. She didn’t have any counselling time booked and being a Wednesday it wasn’t her turn to do the curfew patrol of the corridors.

When she arrived at her quarters, she was surprised that not all her wards was in place, however she put the diminished protection down to the fact that she had rushed to the Hall for the meal.

She pushed the oak door open and walked into her quarters. Just as she closed the door after her, her world was plunged into pitch darkness.

“What the...?”

“Shush, Petal not another word.”

“Sev...”

“I said not another word.”

Hermione leaned back against the firmness of her husband’s chest. Moaning as his hands danced across her body, cupping her breasts. Tilting her head sideways, by way of invitation, she murmured in approval as he kissed and nibbled the exposed skin of her neck.

With one swift move, he turned her around so that her back was against the door.

“I missed you, nymph,” he growled as he moved against her hip.

“I can tell,” she giggled.

“See what you do to me, you have me bewitched. I need to be near you, to touch you, to feel you, to make love to you.”

“Severus, please...”

“What, my love, what do you need?”

“You, I need you.”

“You have me, my witch.”

“I need you, now. In me,” she moaned as she rocked against him.

“You wish, as always, my nymph is my command.”

With that he scooped her into his arms and stormed across their quarters to the bedroom. “Strip for me,” he murmured.

Slowly Hermione began to remove her outer teaching robes, swaying her hips to a silent melody. Severus was transfixed, watching her as he removed his own clothing. Once they were both standing in naught but their undergarments Severus pulled his wife against him.

“You are my own personal succubus... sent to tease me into madness.”

“Which means you must be my own personal incubus,” Hermione retaliated before stooping to gently bite one of her husband’s nipples.

Severus moaned as Hermione nibbled then licked her way from one nipple to the other. Sighing contentedly she leaned back and smiled at Severus before she crushed her rose lips against his and twirled her fingers in his hair.

Severus growled as Hermione pulled away.

“Bed. Now. Witch.”

Hermione grinned at her husband before sitting on the bed.

“Are you going to join me, or are you going to stand there all night?”

Severus raised a lone eyebrow before slowly removing his boxers maintaining eye contact with his lovely wife. With cock in hand, he covered the short distance to the bed and stood before Hermione.

Hermione leaned forward, placing a kiss on the tip of her husband’s erection and murmured approval. In the next moment Severus groaned loudly as Hermione laced her fingers around his erection and began to move her hand along its length. Teasingly she allowed her thumb to gently brush the sensitive underside of the head with each upward stroke. She smiled as Severus groaned again.

Placing his own hand over that of his wife, Severus urged her to move faster.

“Please, Hermione... Stop being such a tease.”

Severus bit his lower lip in a fashion not too dissimilar to that of his wife in an attempt to control his growing urge to beg, as he slowly removed his hand from Hermione’s fist. He whimpered as she slowly moved along the length of his erection again.


“Love…please…I need…”

“I know just what you need, Severus.”

Gently she started to swirl her tongue over the tip, groaning as she tasted the pre-come. Her eyes shone as she heard Severus growl.


She ran her tongue along its underside, eliciting another gasp from her lover. Slowly she swallowed his erection. Severus resisted the urge to buck into the warmth of Hermione’s mouth. Hermione moaned and the vibration nearly caused Severus to loose all control. When the tip of her husband’s erection barely rested against her lips he swirled her tongue around it once more before plunging her mouth back down. To Severus’ relief, Hermione began to work his erection in tandem with fist and lips building the speed as her desire grew.

“So good, Hermione,” Severus panted, “but I want to be inside you...”


With that he slipped from his wife’s lips and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Hermione smiled as she pulled herself into the middle of the bed and motioned for Severus to join her. Not needing to be told twice, Severus lay beside his wife and gently started to remove her white cotton knickers. Hermione raised her hips to aid Severus and moaned in delight as he bent to kiss her mound.

“Mine,” he growled.

His tongue found his wife’s taut nipple and he suckled eagerly, his hand caressed her sides meandering over her hips and seeking out her core.

Hermione worried her bottom lip as Severus slipped a single finger between her nether lips and his thumb began to circle her nub. Arching her back, she pushed herself down onto his finger. Coherent thought deserted her as her quim tightened around her husband’s finger.

Slowly her eyes opened and she found herself looking into her husband’s dark eyes. He gently encouraged her to open her legs wider and positioned himself between his wife’s legs.

Placing his erection at her entrance, Severus began to lightly nibble Hermione’s earlobe and thrust into her.

He withdrew slightly; his mouth stifled her disapproving moan. Slipping his hand between their bodies, Severus began to circle her nub again. His kisses became more urgent and the persistent strumming pushed Hermione closer to her completion.

With a moan he buried himself completely within her tight quim, and rolled them over.

She straddled his hips, and placing his hands at her hips he lifted her slightly she pushed back against him, move up and down instinctively. Hermione’s breathing became laboured as she moved against him. Her head fell backwards, her mind focused on nothing but the sensation of him sheathed within her. She was aware of nothing but the desire grew within her.


He tightened his hold on her hips, as he started to thrust in and out of her with a feral need. She cried out as her orgasm exploded, waves rippled through her. Every muscle in her body seemed to give in to the vibrations that swept through her. He quickened the pace once more as his own craving for release built. He lost himself to the sensations coursing through his body as he dissolved with his own completion.


As their breathing slowly calmed, the lovers gazed at one another in their bliss. His dark penetrating eyes fixed her clear amber ones.


“Stay with me?” she murmured.


“Always,” he replied.