Author'sNote:So this chapter is just a bit of fluff. A transitional chapter till we get to the fun stuff. I promise the naughty bits are coming up. So get excited, because I am. I am not sure exactly how long this story is going to be but I do enjoy your reviews and PM's. They inspire me to keep writing. Suggestions and ideas are always welcome! Enjoy the chapter.
Severus landed in the living room of his three bedroom townhouse on Spinner's End, mind reeling from what he had just done. He had just kissed Hermione Granger! Her lips were so soft and they felt like they were made for his mouth. But that temper of hers! She could do well with a good firm spanking! No wife of his was going to run around running her mouth like that. Maybe he would spank her, that would teach her. Curse this bloody law! Worst. Idea. Ever.
What kind of a man is sexually attracted to a woman 20 years younger than him? He was getting hard just thinking about her bent over his lap, and him bringing his hand down firmly over her cheeks over and over. Hermione gasping in pain mixed with pleasure. Her pussy getting wet as he claps down onto her over and over. Her body shuddering against his thighs. His erection grew to an uncomfortable hard in in trousers and he decided to put it out of his mind.
He shook his head to get rid of the thought and instead, thought up a plan.
"In order to tame unruly behavior one must first find the cause of such behavior," he mused to himself while moving to his sitting room. He sat in his hunter green, leather, wing backed chair and laid his head against the back, thinking.
"What makes you tick, Miss Granger?" he thought out loud.
She was an infuriating sort of woman, indeed, but he had to admit he enjoyed their sparring. She looked positively beautiful when she was angry. He thought back to her breasts heaving with her anger. Her nipples erect with the electricity running rampant through her body. Her eyes had been a beautiful honey brown but had been bright against her flushed face. If he didn't know any better he would think she was seriously turned on.
No, she could never be turned on by him. Her greasy old potions master. No matter! They were to be married either way he might as well make the best of it. He got up quickly and started making things ready for the arrival of his wife.
Perhaps he would make a visit to Lucius, besides, his wife wasn't always the obedient submissive lamb she was now. So maybe he knew a trick or two about how to deal with petulant women. Other than acting out your sexual domination fantasies on them, that is.
Hermione was in a groove now, almost all of her belongings were packed and she was going at full speed. Fuming all the way. She had tried and failed to appeal to the Ministry about her upcoming nuptials. Ginny had run directly into a wall when she had broken the news to her about whom she was meant to marry.
"You are to marry who?!" she shrieked while rubbing her sore nose.
"There is nothing I can do about it Gin; I'm, like, five magical contracts deep with no chance of surfacing with my dignity!" Hermione said desperately. All the while throwing things about her flat with flicks of her wand, landing them in the many boxes on her floor, tables and counters.
"I don't believe it! There is no way they would make you marry that ugly old git! He was our teacher just 4 years ago Hermione!" Ginny was now pacing back and forth dodging shirts, books and dishes flying about the flat.
"Well I could do worse, and I don't know about ugly, there is something appealing about his look," Hermione defended, "besides I have no choice so I might as well make the best of it."
"NOT UGLY! Did I just hear you right?!" Ginny shrieked, "You could literally hang half of your clothes from his nose, no need for a closet! His eyes are shit brown. Shit, Hermione! The color of feces! I don't know how you are going to manage looking into them without feeling the need for a bowl movement. And you are to have sex with him! What if his dick is as curved as his nose?!"
Hermione paused for a moment, her possessions floating about stationary and thought on that. Ginny had stopped too.
"Well perhaps that wouldn't be the worst thing ever," Ginny giggled. Hermione grinned back and soon they were both in a fit of giggles.
"Seriously though Hermione, he's awful! And you know...AWFUL! I'm so sorry sweetie." Ginny walked over to Hermione and gave her a supportive hug. Hermione allowed the hug because she was distressed, but just this once. Human contact was not her favorite.
"When are you getting married? And what are you going to wear?!" Ginny was getting excited now.
"I don't know we haven't discussed it yet, but we might as well get it over with this Saturday. And I don't want anyone there, Gin. I mean it. This marriage is a sham anyway, no need to broadcast it." She warned, starting to pack again. Objects whizzing through her house. It's not a home anymore. Not her home anymore.
"This Saturday is in two days! Oh my Gods, you are going to be married to Snape in 2 days." She made a fake retching sound. "Fine, but you can't stop me from at least doing your hair," Ginny's eyes glazed over as she went through all the styles in her repertoire, considering which to do for her friends big day.
"I don't care, Ginny you can do whatever you want with it. Are you going to keep standing there like a codfish or are you here to help me pack? Honestly, the whole world has gone loopy." Hermione said taping up a full box of books.
Hermione and Ginny had continued packing and chit-chatting and throwing around jokes about Snape for a bit until Ginny had to make her way home to her husband, Harry. What a lucky bitch.
Now that Hermione was alone she was thinking about her future husband. He really wasn't all that bad. He was kind of attractive. He had filled out a bit since the war, so that helped. But there was a fire inside him that excited her. She wanted to start a fight with him just to see what he would do next. Would he kiss her again? Excitement tingled through her, from her lips to deep in her belly. She clenched her thighs together and felt that familiar wave of pleasure. Pleasure from thinking about Snape? She dismissed the line of thought. No, it's just been a long time since she'd gotten laid.
She closed the last of her boxes and stood in her practically bare living room barely believing it had taken her one day to pack all of her belongings. Snape's belongings now. He can have all of my stuff but he will not take my free will! I decide what I do and when I do it. And that's that.
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