Part Three: The Honeymoon

by Underlined Twice


"So."

"How eloquent."

"Don't be an arse, Severus. Stop smirking and come show me what you can do."

"…As appealing as you make it sound, I'm afraid I will be forced to decline."

"What?"

"I'm quite comfortable where I am."

"But… but… we're on our honeymoon!"

"How very astute."

"Severus!"

"Yes?"

"…"

"I'm waiting."

"Come on, Severus. It's not like we haven't done it before. You were more than comfortable in the past. …Not to mention quite good at it."

"Then we had privacy."

"You don't call this private? We're on a bloody deserted island!"

"And I cannot imagine how I let you talk me into coming here."

"I… You… argh! What's the point of having a honeymoon if you're just going to sit there reading back issues of Potions journals all day?!"

"I wanted to stay in Scotland, if you remember. If you had listened to me, we wouldn't be having this argument now."

"It's the middle of winter, Severus. What kind of honeymoon would that be?"

"A mutually pleasing one, I'd imagine, spent in the comfort of my estate."

"Severus."

"I am not moving from this chair, not even with you dressed like that."

"What about… like this?"

"Hermione, what are you…? Wait, put your top back… Sweet Merlin…"

"Now that I have your undivided attention, are you going to come swim with me?"

"…If you insist."