Note: Chapter will contain an explicit scene as noted by bold sentences beginning and ending the said scene.
"I'll see you all tomorrow morning." I said quickly as I watched Severus sweep out of the Great Hall. Taking one last drink from my goblet of pumpkin juice I, then, gathered my cloak and bookbag and hurried out of the Great Hall.
The path from the Great Hall to the Headmaster's quarters was much longer for the students than it was for the faculty. By the time I rushed up the stairs, breathless, Severus had to have already poured himself a glass of scotch and stripped down to his trousers and white button up.
I pulled my wand from its holster and muttered the password stepping through the portrait and moved to my office to place my bookbag on the hideous armchair that still made me smile when I saw it sitting in the corner. I shrugged off my cloak and outer robes and my sweater and toe'd off my shoes before walking to the sitting room where Severus was reading with a glass of scotch as I had predicted.
"How was your day?" I asked softly and sat on the sofa across from him, pulling my feet underneath me and leaning on the armrest.
He barely looked up from his book as he took a sip of his drink and drawled out, "tolerable." I sighed at his one word response and got up to pick out a book to read. Obviously, my evening entertainment was going to be delayed by whatever scintillating book he was so engrossed in. The book I chose was a thick tome that was covered in a layer of dust, I had been eyeing it since before we left for Australia and had not gotten around to it.
I had finished the first three pages when he shut his book and placed it next to the empty tumbler. "And how was your day?" He asked laying his hands on his ankle that was resting on his knee.
I let out a soft laugh and closed my own book, "it was fine. I believe the rest of Hogwarts received the message that our marriage will not be used as gossip, either from my violent outbursts or the threats that I am sure my friends as still whispering about the castle."
A smirk slowly grew on his face and I watched him place his foot back on the ground and lean forward. "Ah yes, your violent outburst." My body tingled at his words and I nodded. "You have a detention to serve, Mrs. Snape." My patience was wearing thin, he had a tendency to draw these things out, torture me as long as possible.
He stood, towering over me and I noticed the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his pale skin. I watched as he delicately rolled the sleeves of his button up and gazed at the veins that poked from his skin. He moved gracefully around the coffee table and I looked up at him, waiting his first move.
His hands seized my arms and he pulled me up into a kiss, bruising my lips, catching me off guard as I allowed him to support me as I clumsily gripped his sides and tried to stand on the couch. Quickly, he released my arms and wrapped his arms around my back, lifting me and guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. I felt his fingers knead my backside as he walked us to our room.
He tossed me, harshly, onto the bed and made quick work of taking his shirt off. His chest was littered with dozens of mismatched scars from hexes, jinxes, and curses. I had always wanted to trace these white and red marks of his body and ask where they came from. But aside from sex, we didn't touch each other. Which may be a good thing considering what his touch did to my body.
He reached down and deftly pulled my tie from around my neck and ripped my white button up open. My camisole covered the white lace bra I was wearing, and he wandlessly spelled that material off my body as he pushed me up the bed and crawled over my body. His tongue flicked over my nipples, causing me to shudder and wrap my hands around his muscled biceps. My nailed dug into his shoulders as he sucked on my breasts and kneaded them with his skilled hands. Eventually, my legs wrapped around his waist and he brought his lips to my neck, sucking on my earlobe and biting my neck softly.
I was breathless and eager for friction, I tried to pull his body closer to mind, grinding my hips against his, but he pulled away and gave me a playful smirk. This was when I realized that my tie was draped around his neck. "Mrs. Snape, let's not forget that you are being punished tonight." He said, his low voice and breath causing goose-bumps to cover my body.
I lifted my hips to his and felt his length against my stomach, "what did you have in mind, Headmaster?" I whispered, slightly embarrassed by how husky my voice was.
He lifted himself so he was on his knees in bed and gestured for me to slide my body up the bed. "You physically assaulted another student with your fists." I watched him pull my tie from his neck and pull it through his hands, lengthening the material. "I think restraining you would be a suitable punishment, and Miss. Bulstrode had a rather intriguing idea."
The tie, he was going to tie me up.
My breath became labored and felt myself grow wet at the idea. Over the past few months we had become more adventurous as we learned to trust each other, but this was new territory. We had avoided anything that could be potentially violent or trigger memories of torture.
"Does that sound appealing to you, Mrs. Snape?"
Merlin, yes. I didn't trust myself to speak so I simply raised my hands, connecting my wrists, and allowed him to tie them up. The material scratched my skin slightly but he did not tie them so tight as to cut off circulation. Quickly, he lifted my hands above my head and tied the material to the headboard of the bed. "Hermione?" His long fingers hooked underneath my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. His dark eyes searched my face, studying me and I almost thought to let him into my mind before he spoke. "One word, and I will stop. Understood?"
He didn't want to hurt me, and he didn't want to put me in a position where I had felt like I was being abused or tortured. My heart warmed at his thoughtfulness and I smiled, convincing him that I was interested in where this was going. "I will stop you, I promise. Besides, my 'violent outbursts' would probably stop you anyways." I teased.
With a growl, he forced his lips on mine, effectively shutting me up. "It's amusing that you think you could overpower me, witch." His hands were running all over my body, ghosting over my skin making my body clench and shiver at the light-contact. My body arched as he stood to pull down his pants and I pushed myself as close to him as possible as he covered my body with his once again. He pulled my skirt and tights off with a smooth skill I could only imagine that he practiced. I moaned as he kissed me, and nipped at my jawline.
And then, his hands we on me, his fingers slipping into me making me gasp and arch my back off the bed. While his hand probed me, and massaged my clit, his other arm was lifting me off the bed, pulling me close as he kissed my lips so hard I could barely breathe.
I wanted to pull him closer, touch him, run my hands through his long hair, but they were tied uselessly above my head. I was completely surrendering myself to him. His lips left mine and moved down my body, teasing my breasts, and continuing down. Lower and lower.
His lips and teeth latched onto the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs and I dug my toes into the sheets of the bed, frantic for friction or grip. Then, his tongue found my clit and massaged it, flicking over it with cool precision, making me groan and wrap my legs around his back.
My body flexed as I orgasmed, his tongue forcing my body over the edge. It left me gasping for breath and all-too relaxed on the bed. And suddenly, he was on top of me, his lips on mine, not allowing me to catch my breath as he bit down on my lower lip and explored my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself on his lips.
Without warning, he plunged into me causing me to yelp at the sudden intrusion. He held still as my body adjusted to his member inside me, and continued to kiss me, placing love bites behind my ear and moving his hand to my clit to tease it. When he felt my body relax he began to move in and out, slowly, and then faster and faster until he was all-but pounding into me. I heard him grunt and desperately wished that I could grab onto him. I pulled against my restraints futilely and tried to push myself against him or into the bed or somewhere in order to get support against his thrusts.
Hit was continuing his thrusts, making me go blind from the sensation of him hitting that spot every time. I came around him, unable to stave off another orgasm as his attack on me continued. As I flexed around his member he stilled and burst inside me.
He lowered himself slowly onto my body and slipped his length out of me, breathing heavy.
I loved that I could do this to him. Render him breathless, unable to speak. And I loved what he could do to me. That I could trust him with my body after everything. My arms were still tied up when he rolled off me, lounging on next to me.
My breasts heaved as I breathed heavily, relaxing after my orgasms. Now that the heat of pleasure was fading, my shoulders ached and my head lacked any support. "Severus." I grumbled, asking him silently to untie me. While I could have wandlessly untied myself, I had a feeling he would not appreciate me taking control of this situation.
He rolled to his side and propped his head up with his hand, his other one coming to my breast and tracing the mounds that were slowly rising and falling as I calmed down. "You wish for me to untie you, witch?" He asked, and lazily sucked on the skin above my left nipple. "I like you this way. Naked and ready for me. Tied up and willing."
A blush crept up my cheeks and turned away from him. "Severus." I mumbled half-heartedly.
He sighed and swung his leg over my body, straddling me and he leaned forward to untie my bonds, letting my hands fall to the bed behind my head. I relaxed as he massaged the sore muscles in my shoulders.
After a few moments, he climbed out of bed and walked, naked, to the bathroom and I heard the shower start. Shower sex. I wanted to join him so badly, but for some reason that felt like that was too intimate, too far for our arrangement. So, I waited for him to finish and walk out with a black towel around his waist and then I headed for the shower as well.
When I left the bathroom he was dressed in slacks and a black sweater, his cloak in his arms. "Where are you going?" I asked as I slipped a clean pair of red panties on and a pair of thick leggings. I pulled on a large cream sweater and sat on the freshly made bed, waiting for his answer. In the corner of my eye I could see the tie hanging on the headboard and I flushed, pressing my thighs together at the memory.
Severus holstered his wand in his sweater and headed for the door, "Weasley and I are going to do rounds. I believe you are scheduled as well." He explained. The Headmaster doesn't do rounds, but I did not question him. He was doing what was best for the school, I trusted that. We all did.
"Yes, I have a few minutes before meeting up with Luna." I nodded and got up to dig through my wardrobe drawer for a pair of wool socks. It was also cold at night in Hogwarts. I found a pair of gray socks and put them on along with a pair of boots I had gotten on a trip to France a few summer's ago. My cloak was still in my office so I headed for that room. I would be early meeting Luna in front of the Prefects lounge, but I didn't want to sit around.
Luna and I made quick work walking through the hallways, we didn't talk much which I appreciated. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Everyone was in their dorms anyways. The intro-house bonding was good for that reason. But, when we walked along the outer corridors, we noticed the lights coming from the dormitories from lighted wands.
We stopped and watched the students all gathered by the windows, looking out by the lake. My eyes slid to the two figures casting spells by the lake, I could recognize the tell-tale signs of warding and Severus and Bill's figures. They were checking the wards.
The students that had a view of the lake watched as the two wizards double checked all the castles protections. I knew we were safe. The students knew we were safe. But still, I shuddered at the idea of us all watching the two wizards erecting shields and alerts around the castle. Despite trusting each other with our lives, we would always live on edge, never fully relaxing. It made my stomach flop as I thought about doing this the rest of my life, double checking wards every night, never being able to tuck myself into bed without making sure that everything was safe. That's what I hated most about the war. That when all was said and done, when everyone was focusing on healing, we all knew that no matter what we did we would always be broken. The hope we once had for peace was being crushed by the realization that our lives would forever be in pieces, even when we were safe.
