A/N: Okay, guys, MATURE THEMES IN THIS CHAPTER! PLEASE DO NOT FLAME ME OR REPORT ME AS YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WARNED! Besides, y'all have been asking for it for quite some time! ;)

Chapter 11

Hermione did not ask Snape why he was sitting with the Order members and she did not ask him why he whisked her away before she could say goodbye. All she knew was she was now in Hogsmeade, her ex-Potions-professor-made-husband stood next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist. And she surprisingly felt very warm next to him. Just as fast as he had placed an arm around her, he had let go and started walking towards the entrance to Hogwarts. Hermione followed at a very slow pace, knowing her way to Hogwarts. She stopped still for a moment and looked up into the now darkening sky. Single stars were starting to shine through the sun's weakening rays and Hermione sighed and closed her eyes as a warm breeze blew through her hair. Autumn was quickly setting in. It was Hermione's favorite season. Everything was so beautiful in the Autumn. She opened her eyes and reluctantly came back to reality. She walked towards Hogwarts, eyeing the giant black gates that Snape stood in front of. Hermione glanced down his body and sighed heavily. Soon, all of her questions would be answered.

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Snape lead Hermione down to the dungeon. Even though Hermione's stomach growled when she smelt the food wafting in from the kitchens, she knew that he would not stop for anything. She almost believed him having sex with her to be a mission of his. Hermione snorted, covered her mouth quickly and looked up at Snape. He didn't look around at her and kept walking into the depths of the dungeons. It almost seemed as if they were walking for hours before Snape abruptly stopped and took out his wand. Hermione peered around Snape's body and spotted a very short statue of a very ugly wizard. Once Snape tapped the body of the statue numerous times, it ascended toward the ceiling and opened into a wide door. Hermione followed him in and just as fast as the door appeared, it disappeared. Only then Hermione looked around and saw how Severus Snape lived.

The room was very large, about as big as the Gryffindor common room. On the far wall, a gigantic four-poster bed stood. The comforter was an emerald green. 'Not surprised,' Hermione mused as her eyes raked the rest of his living quarters. The was a very comfortable-looking black couch sitting in front of a gigantic marble fireplace. Two silver serpents framed the fireplace in a picturesque sort of way -- if she would have been in Slytherin, mind you.

On the far right wall, a set of silver armchairs stood on either side of a handsome wood table. Hermione gasped when she saw what the armchairs stood in front of -- two ceiling-high bookshelves, tightly packed with books. Hermione had to suppress every nerve in her body that itched to investigate every bookworm's dream library.

Suddenly, pulled once again from very favorable thoughts, she heard Snape clamber over to his black couch, took off his robes and laid them on it. Hermione swallowed hard and she neatly stacked her belongings against the frame of the fireplace. With nervous fingers, she unzipped her jacket and swung her head back briefly to try to keep the tears from falling. Before she was able to get the jacket off, however, she felt very warm arms wrap themselves around her middle. She stiffened and opened her eyes. Snape was behind her, his head nuzzling her neck, his hands undoing the rest of her jacket. Once he was able to slid the jacket off Hermione shoulders, he twisted her around and when her dark chocolate brown eyes met Snape's cold, black ones, she couldn't help but shudder.

"Listen, Miss Granger, I do not intend to make this an unpleasant experience for you, so if you would just relax," Snape said, kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes at the contact. His lips were soft and moist, surprising Hermione. His lips left her forehead and she could feel Snape's fingers below her chin, lifting her face up to meet his. His lips then met hers. It was strange then, as from the moment they touched, every nerve in her body tingled. It was a very soft kiss at first, but then he deepened it, made the kiss more passionate, Hermione found her arms around her ex-professor's neck. Despite the few kisses she had exchanged with Viktor Krum back in her fourth year, and the unfortunate one she shared with Ron, she was in bliss. This was how she had always dreamed her first real kiss would be. Snape's lips had left her lips and trailed butterfly kisses down her neck, and sucked a very sensitive spot, in which Hermione couldn't help but gasp at. She had already made up in her mind that he was a very good kisser, as his hand snaked their way into her hair as he continued to nibble at that sensitive area.

Hermione was in heaven. The kisses Snape were giving her awakened many areas on and in Hermione's body that she never knew existed. She could feel heat pool in her lower belly and before she could think about whether that was a good sign or not, Snape was laying her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. She didn't give a second thought as to how they got to the bed, but instead allowed him to continue his ravishing on her neck as his hands left her hair and slowly, softly feathered touches on her belly. She didn't mind his hands finding their way to her bra, which he managed to undo with one hand. She also didn't mind his hands finding their way to her perky breasts. He cupped one in his hands as he left her neck and started sweet little kisses around her belly button. He momentarily abandoned his kisses to help her discard the white t-shirt and, in the process, threw her white lacy bra down on the floor with her shirt. Snape looked down at her, nude above the waist, and thank God it was dark because he really didn't want to give away how much he appreciated her young, smooth skin and her ample breasts.

He again lowered himself upon Hermione, this time both hands free, and cupped each breast in his hand, before slipping a hard nipple into his mouth. Hermione's eyes flew open at the new sensations rippling over her body. The things his tongue did to her nipple were amazing. Hermione had never felt anything like it … ever. Hermione then began to notice that he was still clothed and without allowing him to stop the pleasure, she started to unbutton his black top, her fingers shaking with the effort. He sat up and finished the job for her. She groaned when she saw him. He was definitely not as she imagined. Sure, he was a bit pale, but she had never seen a man so toned. She gingerly put her hand on his chest and was surprised when he let her explore his body. It felt so good to watch her fingers travel the bumps of his muscles, but the exploration was short lived when Snape got off of the bed and started to undo the top button of her jeans.

Hermione's heart started to thump and every instinct in her body told her to yell no, to scoot away and not let him touch her, but her curiosity was a stronger will. She allowed him to strip her of her jeans and all that separated them from consummating their marriage were a pair of thin cotton panties and Severus's pants. Severus rejoined her on the bed and once again started to ravish her mouth in sweet, tempting kisses. His hand traveled down her soft, flat tummy and started to kneed her inner thigh. She didn't know why, but this act was more pleasurable than him suckling on her nipple. He diligently slipped a finger into the side of her panties and without hesitation, slid his finger between her moist folds. Hermione moaned loudly and tried hard not to writhe under his touches, but they … felt … so … good.

Instinct got the better of Hermione and while Severus explored her most secret of areas with an expert hand, she undid the top button of his own trousers, but before she could slip a hand down his shorts, his free hand grabbed hers and held it above her head.

He began to pump his finger in and out of her and as hard she tried not to moan, she couldn't help it. Something was building up inside of her. Something … unexplainable. Before she could think, Severus yanked down her panties, placed his mouth to her and began to explore her wet folds with his tongue. 'Oh … God!' Hermione thought frantically. She grasped the bed sheets and dug her heels into the bed covers. Her back arched and she bucked her hips. What he was doing … oh, the pleasure. Suddenly, it felt as if her would had exploded. The most brilliant of sensations washed down over Hermione. She started to laugh, a bit uncontrollably, but that was right before she felt something hard, something big press against her inner thigh. Severus was laying over her again, suckling on her neck. He pressed his manhood against Hermione's entrance.

"Are you ready?" Severus asked. She turned her head towards him and closed her eyes, inhaling a very erotic scent. She liked that scent. She nodded and gasped as he entered her. Severus moaned as he pushed into her further. Her hands flew to his back and instantly started to dig into his skin. Severus didn't feel the pain. All he felt was the warmth, the tightness that was Hermione. He closed his eyes as he halted inside of her, trying, for the both of them, to help her accommodate his size. He slid out and then in again, his thrusts slow and smooth. The initial pain of her stretching was gone and was replaced with mind-blowing sensations. The feel of him in her was pure heaven. As Severus pumped, Hermione's mouth had gone dry. He was … going too slow.

"Faster," Hermione whispered. Severus could only oblige, happy to do so. He slid in and then thrust in, hard this time.

"Ahh!" Hermione whimpered as the pain invaded all of her erotic senses. Severus halted again.

"Are you okay?" The pain was brief and Hermione nodded, pulling him down into a kiss. Severus started to thrust again, closing his eyes to the astonishing pleasurable senses. He thrusted, faster and faster. Hermione moaned loudly, one hand digging her nails into Severus's back, the other grasping the bed covers above her head.

"Ohh … yesss," Hermione moaned. Hearing her moans only fueled Severus's desire. Their moans came in unison as Severus pumped faster and harder. He lifted a long, slender leg onto his shoulder and the new angle made all of the difference. Hermione felt as if she could not hold on anymore. It was coming, a long, pleasurable wave of euphoria. Hermione let herself go, the mind-boggling pleasure ripping through her senses. Just as Hermione went, Severus went too and with a very loud groan, he let his seed spill into her. Severus stopped the thrusting right then and, instead of moving from his position, allowed his head to fall onto Hermione's extended leg. It was hard to catch his breath.

Hermione smiled, almost insanely, as she touched Severus's dangling hair. He kissed her leg and pulled out of her, rolling onto his back. Despite the stupid Marriage Law, this was one aspect of the law that Hermione could -- and would -- look forward to.

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A/N: Okay, guys, so I know it's late, but here is your NC-17 sex scene and might I say, I'm damn good at them! LOL Anyway, only one person got my error correct. May I congratulate BreadQueen42 for a good eye! :applauds and gives a cookie: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, as it is definitely my longest :applauds again:. Tell me what you think! Happy reading!