Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 69 ~ The True Consummation

Severus and Hermione reappeared in the living room, and the wizard helped her to the sofa. Hermione sat down heavily, which looked odd because she seemed so small bellied in her bridal gown.

“Thank you, Severus,” she puffed.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Snape,” he replied.

Hermione looked up at him and smiled. Yes, she was Mrs. Snape. Mrs. Severus Snape, and would be so for the rest of her life. Her dream had finally come true.

Severus loosened his robe at the neck, then sat down next to Hermione, placing his arm around her and drawing her in close. He kissed her gently.

“You were the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” he said softly, his dark eyes moving from her face to the garland in her hair. He would leave it on when he made love to her for the first time as her husband.

Hermione gave him a small smile.

“You’re only saying that because I was your bride,” she replied.

“No matter whose bride you were, I would have thought it,” Severus answered her, “but luckily, you are mine.”

“It was a lovely ceremony…up to the point where you smashed cake in my face,” she said, scowling slightly. “What made you do that?”

Severus grinned.

“I was in muggle London one day and passed what they called an appliance store, which had televisions in the window. They were fascinating. Different people doing different things…much like a magic mirror. There was a couple getting married and the groom pushed cake in his bride’s face. It appealed to my…darker nature,” he replied. “I just couldn’t resist.”

Hermione laughed.

“Then you pushed frosting in your mother’s face,” she scolded him lightly.

Severus raised his eyebrows.

“Now, how many chances in life would I have the opportunity to do that and get away with it?” he asked his wife, “Besides…she got me back.”

Suddenly Severus scowled. Hermione looked at him.

“Severus, what’s wrong,” she asked him. His whole demeanor seemed to change.

“Remus Lupin. I think he’s interested in my mother. I saw it in his eyes,” Severus said.

“Remus?” Hermione repeated, “Severus, you know he’s too sick to be interested in any woman, much less your mother.”

“He wasn’t looking very sick, today Hermione. I caught him holding her hand, quite firmly,” Severus said.

“He was probably shaking it, Severus. Really. Remus?” she laughed.

“He was also watching her when she walked over to you,” he growled.

“So? She’s a beautiful woman, Severus. I imagine many wizards were watching her,” Hermione replied.

Severus looked at Hermione.

“She is not a beautiful woman. She is my mother,” he said unreasonably.

“Your mother who happens to be very attractive and far from over the hill,” Hermione replied. “Severus, you might have to deal with your mother getting involved with someone. She deserves to be happy too.”

Severus stood up and started pacing.

“I realize that, Hermione…unsavory as it is. It’s just who she gets involved with that concerns me,” he replied.

He hesitated, then walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. Hermione realized she was looking at a classic case of role reversal, where the child becomes the parent and the parent becomes the child. But in this case, Isadora was far from needing ‘parenting’. Severus would be in for a rude awakening if he tried to impose his will on his mother.

“Severus. Look at us. No one thought we would be right for each other. But we are. Don’t you see you can’t choose whom your mother will care about? It’s her heart, not yours…she can give it to whomever she wants, just like I gave mine to you,” she said softly as Severus tossed back his Firewhiskey. He looked at her, and his eyes softened…but there was a bit of fire behind them. He put the glass down.

“Enough about my mother,” he said walking back to Hermione and offering her his hand. “I am concerned about bedding my wife for the first time.”

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes sad.

“I wish I looked…looked more desirable for you,” she said, her eyes starting to glisten with tears. She looked down at her magically altered body. “This is just a glamour. I don’t really look this good, Severus. I’m fat…I’m…” she started to say.

Severus stopped her.

“You are not fat, Hermione. You are pregnant with my child. My child is growing inside you…a part of me you are carrying…for me. How could you even think I don’t find you beautiful and desirable? Every change your body is going through is amazing to me, magical to me. I love to touch you and feel those changes under my fingers. Taste them with my lips. Your flavor has changed over the months several times, and I’ve found every one delightful. You are beautiful, Hermione, and I love being inside you like this…it makes me feel closer, more a part of you. I’m not just an observer of the wonderful changes your body is going through to accommodate my child. I can experience them too, when I make love to you. You still excite me, still arouse me…possibly even more because of the gift you’ve given me. A child.”

“A son,” Hermione said softly.

“What?” Severus said, his eyes wide.

“I’m having a boy. You’re going to have a son,” she repeated.

Severus stared at her, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He dropped down beside her.

“A son?” he repeated, staring at her.

“Yes, Severus. A baby with a penis,” she replied, smirking at him.

“How do you know this?” he asked her.

“Eli told me,” she said softly, looking down at her belly.

Severus reached down and rubbed her glamoured belly gently.

“A son,” he repeated, then he looked up at Hermione, his black eyes brimming with emotion. “You’re giving me a son, Hermione. I love you. I love you more than I could have ever believed possible.”

Severus pulled Hermione close and embraced her gently.

“Severus,” she whispered against him, feeling safe and loved in his arms. Suddenly she felt him rather than heard him growl deep in his throat.

“I also want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted you before, witch,” he breathed against her temple with such passion that Hermione felt an immediate response inside her. She let out a small gasp of desire. Severus heard it and knew it for what it was.

The Potions Master released his wife and stood up, his black eyes smoldering down on Hermione, his dress robes noticeably tented. Dear gods he had to remember how far along she was.

Severus took Hermione’s hand and pulled her to her feet, a bit more roughly than he intended…his desire trying to take him over. He swept her up into his arms. She was heavier than usual, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that he got her into his…no, their marriage bed and make her feel as beautiful as she truly was to him.

A son. She was carrying a son for him.

Severus walked swiftly to the bedroom, set her down and unwilling to take the time to wrestle through her belt and jewelry, took out his wand and divestoed every bit of clothing and jewelry she wore, with the exception of the garland of flowers in her hair. For a moment, Hermione felt like covering up as Severus’ black eyes swept over her body…her hands came up…but Severus stopped her.

“No,” he said hoarsely, “You have no idea how beautiful you look, Hermione.”

He divestoed his own clothing, his erection proving just how turned on he was by his pregnant wife.

“Come here,” he said gently, walking Hermione to the large mirror that hung next to the wardrobe. He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. “Look at yourself,” he said, “Look how beautiful you are.”

Hermione stared at her own image, Severus standing behind her, his dark eyes locked on her body. Her amber eyes lingered on the garland of flowers around her head, then dropped over her full breasts and round belly. There seemed to be a glow around her, a glow of life…of love. She looked almost unearthly, like a fertile goddess.

“Am I seeing myself through your eyes, Severus?” she asked him in wonder.

His pale arms encircled her belly and drew her back against him.

“Are you beautiful?” he asked her, pressing his lips against her temple and watching their interaction in the mirror.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then yes, Hermione…you are seeing yourself as I see you,” he replied softly, “a woman in full bloom, soft, rounded, flowering, bringing new life into existence through my seed, the most beautiful witch in existence.”

“Severus,” Hermione breathed, desire washing over her so powerfully she began to tremble in his arms.

“I’m here, love,” he said turning her and kissing her, his erection pressing lightly against her extended belly. His kiss deepened as his passion flared through him. He broke the kiss.

“Come,” he said hoarsely, leading Hermione to the bed and helping her into it.

Severus climbed in after her, carefully moving over her body and settling behind her, curling around her and pulling the witch against him. He kissed her throat and shoulders, caressing her belly and breasts gently, making the witch gasp and sigh. She smelled of jasmine and roses.

“So beautiful,” he breathed against her throat, as he reached down and positioned his cock against her entrance.

“Share your beauty with me, Hermione,” he breathed, sliding into the witch with a hiss of pleasure. “Let me feel you.”

Hermione groaned as she felt Severus stretch her around his girth and fill her with his hardness. He felt so good.

“Yes,” she sighed as he began to stroke her deeply, pressing against her cervix lightly, groaning with pleasure as her heat clutched and pulsed around him.

“My wife,” Severus sighed, pulling her closer, biting his lip as pleasure pulsed through him. He fucked Hermione slow and easy, whispering sweet obscenities in her ear as he did so.

“Harder,” Hermione hissed, lost in the sensation of him, but wanting to feel his strength.

Severus obliged her, lifting her leg and tucking into the witch, hitting bottom with a bit of power now, making her gasp with pleasure. He knew what she longed for…he longed for it too, but they would have to wait to love that way.

“Like this, witch?” he asked her, stroking deep and hard but not hard enough to make her shriek.

“Ooh,” Hermione responded with a choked voice, and the wizard knew he had her right and drove into her, reveling in the growing pressure that announced she was on the verge. He could feel himself trying to tighten and fought it as he buried his cock in and out of his wife.

Hermione began to tremble, and Severus tightened his hold on her, driving into her faster, working her toward orgasm, grunting and panting as he approached his own peak.

Suddenly Hermione’s pussy locked down on him, her body going hot and the witch shrieking as she exploded over him, letting out a stream of unintelligible but beautiful sounding words as she came.

“Gods,” Severus groaned as she pulsed tightly around his cock, her orgasm pouring over his shaft like liquid fire.

The Potions Master felt his balls tightening and uncontrollably rammed his cock into Hermione so deeply that she shrieked again from the ache…but he couldn’t help it as he blew with a guttural cry, his seed pouring through him in a delicious stream of pleasure, filling her body, completing the consummation of their marriage as he shuddered against her back, his mouth slack, his chin resting on the top of her head. His eyes were closed in bliss as he released jet after jet into the woman who was his wife, for now and for eternity. He held her as if he would never let her go.

Finally, his release abated, and Severus kissed his wife’s throat and shoulders tenderly.

“Our marriage is consummated, Hermione,” he breathed against her ear, “Are you satisfied with your choice of husband?”

“I was always satisfied with you Severus, even in my fantasies. There is no other wizard in the world for me,” she replied sleepily. Severus tightened his grip on her.

“No other,” he agreed, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling, then letting out a satisfied sigh. The Potions Master closed his eyes, a small smile on his pale face.

The couple fell into a sated, comfortable sleep.

Hermione had the wizard she always wanted, and Severus was blessed with the witch he never knew he needed.

All was right with the world.

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A/N: And the marriage consummation. Rather sweet lemons actually. I thought they should be. If there weren’t so many loose ends, I swear I’d end this story here. But…it must go on. Please review

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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