Their bodies were entwined; a light layer of sweat grazed their skin. She moaned as he pleasured her.
"Severus" She spoke. His mouth, otherwise preoccupied with biting her neck, gave no reply. She dug her nails into his back and pressed her body into his. His own nails were leaving bruises on her hips and bleeding welts down her back.
She gasped and drew her nails down his back and she neared her climax. A thrust later she arched her back and cried out. Her body was against the wall and her legs wrapped tighter around his body.
Hermione panted before him and he released her hips. She leaned her head up and began to kiss him. Severus began to kiss her back. Hermione ran her hands up her husband's bare chest, up his neck, and through his hair. He pulled her off the table he had placed her on and continued to kiss her. Hermione got to her feet and had to stand on her tip toes. He laughed in her mouth and gladly let his hands slide down to her back to caress her ass.
Hermione stopped kissing him and smirked at him. She pulled him towards the bedroom and away from the classroom. Hermione was surprised how quickly she had gotten used to having sex with her Potions Professor.
She wouldn't have had to of gotten used to anything if not for that ridiculous law. Yes, things were tolerable now and the sex was turning out to be much more enjoyable than she ever thought it would but it was still ridiculous. She glanced at her wedding rings and her thoughts drifted to that past summer when the law had been passed. She crawled into bed with Severus and snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she fell asleep thinking of the past.
5 months earlier...
Hermione sat at the kitchen table at number twelve Grimwauld Place. The grandfather clock, in the hallway, chimes echoed through the empty halls.
"Two O'clock," Hermione whispered to herself. She couldn't sleep. She was too busy worrying about the marriage law.
The Ministry had just passed it. It stated that any mixblood witch or wizard of age had to marry a pureblood that proposes to them. If they refused, their magic would be stripped from their bodies and they would be flung from the magic world. Their reasoning behind it was the high rate of still births and other birth defects amongst Pureblood families, so they were forcing mixblood to pretty much be their breeding stock.
"It would be a good idea...for a heard of horses," Hermione mumbled to herself, staring at the pile of papers before her. The only break the mixbloods got was they were allowed to choose between proposers, should there be more than one.
"Talking to yourself Miss Granger?" A voice asked. Hermione looked up and saw a man standing in the doorway. He was wearing a large black cloak and a white featureless mask. The sight of a Death Eater would have normally alarmed her but the voice gave away the man.
"Like you haven't" Hermione replied. She was not in the mood to put up with her potions master. He reached out a gloved hand and picked up one of the envelopes. He opened it and read the proposal.
"The Dark Lord wastes no time," He sighed and took a seat. He removed his Death Eaters mask and set in on the table. Hermione stared down at the mask. Severus raised an eyebrow at her.
"Trust me, Miss Granger, that mask is more trouble than it's worth," Severus told her.
They became silent and she stared at the plain and simple mask that struck fear into the hearts of so many people. Hermione could feel she was being watched and so she glanced at Severus. He was just sitting there looking at her.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare at me all night?" Hermione asked him. Severus raised an eyebrow at her.
"Would you like me to?" He asked. Hermione glared at him.
"I don't care," She said.
"Oh good, because you are the only interesting thing in the room," Severus said. Hermione looked him in the eyes but looked away after a minute. She felt weird trying to stare him down. She began to look around the room. She couldn't see much because she had only lit one candle.
Hermione would glance back and forth to Severus, whose gaze had never left her. It was starting to bug her. Severus could tell and he began to smirk. Hermione looked at him again.
"Ugh!" She wined and stood up. She turned her chair around and sat in it, facing the wall. Severus gave a small laugh. She turned towards him.
"Are you laughing at me?" Hermione asked. He didn't say anything and she was about to turn back around. She paused when she saw Albus standing in the doorway. Severus raised an eyebrow at her before he turned and looked behind him.
They said nothing and left the room. He left his mask lying on the table. Hermione reached out and picked it up. She traced her fingers over its smooth surface and sighed. Hermione brought the mask closer to her face. She put it on and it conformed to the curves of her face, it fit perfectly. Hermione heard a creak from the stairway and quickly jerked the mask from her face. A moment passed and she sighed heavily before picking up her proposals and heading to bed.
Hermione was awoken the next day by someone gently shaking her. She groaned and rolled over. She opened her eyes and found Ron on the edge of her bed.
"Ronald?" She asked and sat up.
"Hermione, about this marriage law...I want you to marry me," Ron said he was playing with a little black box.
"Ron-," Hermione started.
"I'm not going to let You-Know-Who or any of his death eaters get their filthy hands on you! Marry me," Ron cut her off. He handed her the box.
"It belonged to one of my grandmothers, Mum found it when she was cleaning." Ron said. Hermione smiled at him
"Yes, Ron!" She said and hugged him. He opened the box and slipped the diamond solitaire onto her finger.