CHAPTER 67
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Chapter 67 ~ For the World to See
The moment Severus slipped the engagement ring on Hermione’s finger and kissed her, he began to arbitrarily shrink every item in her flat to storable size, helped by Eli as Hermione fruitlessly tried to stop him.
It took two weeks for him to get the platinum band with tiny diamonds encircling it. The jeweler had to rework it several times before the wizard was satisfied with it. Hermione had moved out during that time. But now, Severus had concrete proof she would be his wife and wasted no time imposing his will.
“I will not have my fiancée neck deep in single wizards,” the Potions Master said as he strode through the flat, wand extended. “I don’t trust their motives. You will move back to my home and remain there until we marry.”
Hermione didn’t fight as hard as she could have. The truth of the matter was, several wizards had been dropping by to chat and for coffee, and were being quite aggressive trying to get her to go out or have dinner with her. She hid this from Severus as best she could, but had been in a constant state of fear the wizard would pop up and catch a wizard there. No doubt some serious hexing would have followed.
The witch discovered Severus was extremely jealous, though he never directed his jealousy toward her verbally. He simply confronted whoever he felt was eyeing his witch and warned them off in no uncertain terms. Hermione usually felt his jealousy in another more intimate way. Severus seemed to need constant reassurance that she was truly his, and often demanded she tell him she was when he fucked her.
It kind of turned her on.
Severus applied himself to Bara’s Slytherin education, and also told him it was believed that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and his gift of speaking parseltongue was passed down from the founder.
Bara was completely gassed about this, and inhaled everything he could about the wizard and subsequently about Tom Riddle as well, another famous descendent. The boy soon became quite a history buff, his interest centered on despots and tyrants throughout history. Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini and others.
When the time came, he was sorted into Slytherin house, and proved to be a perfect fit. He became quite proficient with spell casting as well as Potions. He had the highest grades in the school. Minerva and Albus did their best with the boy, but Severus seemed to hold the most sway over him, though the Potions Master worried a bit about the boy’s fascination with dark rulers.
“They are so much more interesting than those who give people choice,” Bara would say, “They had much more power. Fear seems to work much stronger than love when it comes to being in charge.”
Severus would do his best to explain to the boy that these tyrants were no one to admire, but couldn’t seem to get through to the boy. And although Bara seemed to be enthralled with dark wizards and despots, his conduct toward others was fine. Severus finally wrote it off as a quirk in the boy.
Severus and Hermione married four years later in a small ceremony in Albus’ office. Only Albus, Severus, Hermione, her parents and Harry Potter were to be present, but the Headmaster enlarged his office so the entire staff of Hogwarts could attend.
Severus was furious.
“This is a private matter,” he snarked, glaring at all the staff as he ran his finger around the uncomfortably stiff high collar of his marriage robes. “I don’t need all these hangers-ons gawking at me, Hermione.”
Hermione, who was dressed in a light blue dress, garland and spray of light blue flowers did her best to calm her angry groom down. When Albus asked the important question…Severus practically spat “I do.” At the pronunciation they were man and wife, Severus kissed Hermione stiffly and led her from the office without accepting any congratulations, apparating with her to his rooms as soon as they were safely out of sight of the others.
“But Severus, the cake!” Hermione exclaimed as he dragged her alongside him, his jaw thrust out determinedly. “Our guests!”
“Those were not guests. They were wedding crashers. As for the cake, let that crowd eat it,” he muttered, apparating. “I’ll apologize to your parents later.”
Severus then grabbed her overnight bag and apparated with her to what appeared to be a meadow.
“What is this?” Hermione asked.
Severus didn’t answer as he led her through the meadow to a small construction. It was a bower, covered in white and blue flowers. In the center of the bower was a huge four poster bed, draped in blue and white, the ground completely covered in flowers as well. A white wicker table stood beside the bed, and on the table was a bucket containing a bottle of wine. Two crystal glasses glitter next to it. Beams of sunlight shone directly down on the bed as if someone had told them where to shine. Hermione looked at the arrangement in wonder.
“What is this?” she asked again.
“Our honeymoon bed. Here is where we will consummate our marriage, Hermione…under the open sky for all the world to see. We have a cottage as well, but I wanted to take you here first before we retire,” Severus said softly, wrapping his arms around the witch and drawing her back against him. His voice sounded a bit apprehensive as he asked her if she liked it. He had taken a big chance setting this up.
Hermione turned in his arms.
“It’s absolutely beautiful, Severus…and so romantic,” she replied.
A look of relief washed across the Potions Master’s face before he guided her to the bed and helped her sit down. He debonairly opened the wine, let it breathed then poured them both a glass. He handed one to Hermione.
“To you, Mrs. Snape. May you never rue the day you married me,” Severus said, lifting his glass to her.
“And to you, Mr. Snape. May you never lose the snarky ways I love,” she replied, smiling at him.
Severus stared down at his wife, his heart tightening. She didn’t want him to change, and that was something he had been privately wrestling with for a very long time. What would she expect of him as a husband…it had to be different than what she expected of him as a lover. But with those simple words, she had soothed his fears. Severus quickly downed his wine and set the glass on the table, his eyes glittering at Hermione. He wanted to see her spread out, beautiful and naked, bathed in sunlight and ready for love.
He sat down on the bed beside her, watching her drink her wine. Impatient, he reached over and took the glass out of Hermione’s hand and set it on the table.
“You’ve taken long enough with that wine, witch,” Severus breathed, moving her hair away from her neck and pressing his lips gently against the pulse, making Hermione shudder deliciously. He then turned her face toward his and covered her mouth in a searing kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, the warmth of her body burning through both her dress and his robes. He broke the kiss.
“Wife,” he said, his voice raw. “I must have you now.”
The wizard pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione.
“Divesto,” he breathed.
Immediately, Hermione’s wedding dress disappeared. However, Severus left the garland. It made her look like a lovely nymph, and he was randy as a satyr. The wizard stood up and pointed the wand at himself.
“Divesto,” he breathed.
Hermione stared up at her husband, his body bathed in sunlight, his alabaster skin glowing as if he were some black-haired god come to earth. No longer a dismal dungeon dweller, Severus had become a god of fire and light.
The witch swallowed and automatically shifted back into the bed, lying down, her arms extended toward Severus, whose black eyes washed over her sunbathed body. The songs of birds rang about them, and a cool breeze rushed through the bower, caressing them both. Severus climbed into the bed, and shifted over Hermione’s body, his cock swollen with desire as he held his body over hers. He lowered his head and kissed her, allowing no other part of him to touch her.
“So beautiful,” he breathed against her cheek before moving to her throat.
Hermione moaned and reached up, trying to pull the wizard down, to feel his long, taut body against her own, but he resisted, moving lower, his mouth running over her shoulders and breasts, licking and tasting, his wife arching under him.
“Are you going to tease me, Severus?” she gasped at him.
“No,” he said, moving his mouth over her belly, his hair dragging across her skin. “I am going to love you, Mrs. Snape. Like a husband.”
Hermione’s knees automatically drew up as Severus approached her core, lowering himself to the bed. He breathed the scent of her arousal in deeply.
“I never tire of the taste of you,” he said softly, his eyes hot as he looked up at Hermione. She felt her belly flip-flop as she drank in the expression on his face. It was so intense. Severus pushed her thighs apart and dipped his tongue into her wellspring, the witch arching up and crying out with pleasure as he began to eat her out hungrily, his face glistening with her juices as he lapped at her lovingly, leaving no part of her tender flesh untouched, tonguing her clit, slipping it inside her and twisting, driving the witch insane as she locked her fingers in his hair and orgasmed with a shriek.
This is what Severus loved, making the witch give up her flow for him. He drank her down greedily, savoring Hermione’s sweet musky taste before pulling up and sliding his body over her undulating form and kissing her, sharing her ambrosia as he positioned himself against her, the thick head of his cock pressed into her folds and nestled against the heat of her entrance, her pelvis rocking expectantly.
“Accept me, wife,” Severus said hoarsely, drinking in Hermione’s beauty as the sunlight hit her. Her skin was glowing with moisture, her hair in ringlets, the garland lost and lying crumpled on the pillow above her.
“I accept you, husband,” the witch whispered, her amber eyes full of love and desire. The Potions Master’s heart tightened as he slid into her welcoming heat, her flesh surrounding him, bathing him in warmth and pleasure.
“Dear gods,” he groaned, dropping on Hermione and kissing her, his body flexing and thrusting as he took his wife for the first time, groaning, hissing and sighing with delight, vocally expressing his pleasure as Hermione flowed under him in counterpoint, her moans mixing with his.
Above, Eros watched.
“Beautiful,” he thought, directing the sunbeams to fall on their rippling bodies.
Severus rolled, pulling Hermione on top of him, pushing her up. The witch never missed a beat, rising and falling on his cock rhythmically, her mouth slack, her eyes fixed to his face.
“I love you,” she breathed, and Severus couldn’t help grasping her waist and plunging into her deeper in response, Hermione shrieking and falling forward to his mouth as the wizard took over, driving into Hermione hungrily.
“You’re mine…mine for all eternity,” he groaned against her lips.
“Yes,” Hermione gasped, “Eternity.”
Severus rolled her back over and rose to his knees, catching Hermione under her buttocks and lifting her, thrusting into her passionately, his eyes on her sun-kissed body, her breasts bouncing, her body jerking at his ardor, the witch crying out his name. It was too good, too sweet, and he fell forward on his hands, driving her up the bed now, unable to stop slamming into her body. He wanted all of her, more than all of her.
“Damn,” Eros breathed, “Have some mercy, mortal.”
But the wizard wasn’t being merciless…he was caught up in his delicious wife, too lost in her body…too lost in her love. It was only when she began to slide over the edge of the top of the bed (there was no headboard), that he was able to stop and pull Hermione back down, whispering endearments as he returned to his hungry possession of her body.
The witch was dimly aware of the words “Beautiful. Delicious. Angel. Love,” as well as a smattering of obscenities as Severus’ hard, hot tool scoured every inch of her. Her body was full as well as her heart, and she shrieked as the wizard wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pistoned into her desperately, his back locked…his climax approaching.
“Come with me,” Severus hissed, a low groan rising in his throat as his balls began to tighten.
Hermione was already bursting forth in a torrent as Severus stiffened and let go with a cry, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his heat mingling with hers as they both clutched each other, the world fading away and leaving only them joined in body and spirit to spin through the bliss of one another and fall back to earth, exhausted and exhilarated. Severus kissed Hermione over and over as his pulsing slowed, and the tightening of her pussy around his deflating cock eased.
Panting they lay against each other, their love palpable, their marriage consummated beneath the open sky, before all the world. They had been together over five years now and their passion for each other had not diminished in all that time.
Both doubted that it ever would.
True love was like that.
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A/N: Consummation of the marriage completed. Next the epilogue. Please review.