D/C: Not mine, although I wish he was. I mean IT was. Yeah.
AN: Okay, I did my best to make this one faster, but I hope you think it worth the wait
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Chapter 20: Owned
Hermione was shocked out of a peaceful dream by an extremely loud banging on her front door, which was accompanied by the sound of Ginny's screams. She flung herself out of bed, threw on her robe, and rushed to the door. When she opened it, she was greeted by horrified looking red head whose hair had been mostly burnt off. Hermione forgot to move or even greet her guest as she stared at the mess on top of the usually elegant young witch's head.
"Let me in!"
Hermione stood aside as her friend practically shoved her way into the room.
"What happened to you?!"
"Your friend Draco happened to me! We had stopped to say hello in the hall and chatted for a few minutes. We've actually been talking a lot since that day we both hung out with you, and we've been getting on quite nicely. Don't tell harry that! But as soon as his friends came around the corner, he used some spell to light my hair on fire! THEN, he yells at me to go cry to you! That jerk! That pig! That no-good foul piece of-"
"Miss Weasley?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. But you're not kicking me out, I need Hermione to help figure out how to fix this. I can't possibly go outside again looking like this, it's horrible enough for you two to see me." Ginny's eyes welled up with tears as she held burnt fragments of hair in between her fingers.
"I'm going to get right on it, Ginny. I'm sure there's something in here or at least in the library that can help me figure it out. I just can't imagine why Draco would do such a thing to you."
Neither of the girls saw Severus draw his wand or heard him muttering the incantation until Hermione turned back around and saw Ginny's hair growing back.
"Oh, Merlin! Ginny look! Your hair is back and it looks great! Oh, Severus how did you come up with that so fast?"
"The spell used was a prank spell. They all have reversal spells. Don't worry, Miss Weasley, your hair nor head, sustained any damage. Now get out of my quarters."
"Wait, I need her to stay here for a minute while I go talk to Draco. I'll be right back. Ginny, will you wait in the kitchen?"
"Fine, but you better do more hexing than talking! When I get a hold of him…"
A few minutes later, a very pregnant Hermione stormed up to the breakfast table screaming Draco's name. He shot up immediately and rewarded with a smack upside the head.
"What did you think you were doing? You can't treat my friends like that! What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, I was just having a laugh. It'll grow back, won't it boys?" Draco turned to his friends who began to howl with laughter and nod their heads.
"You are coming with me, you stupid, arrogant, mean… Oh, there's just not enough words in the dictionary to describe your foulness!" Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and hauled him away from his breakfast and out of the company of his friends. Crabbe and Goyle's laughter stopped and they stared after the two as if not sure what to do. The rest of the Slytherin gang continued to howl, mostly because they found it hilarious how Draco was allowing himself to be berated by Hermione Granger.
Hermione dragged Draco all the way to her quarters before releasing him. Just outside the door, she calmly asked for an explanation.
Draco looked around to make sure they hadn't been followed. "Can we go inside?"
"No. Ginny is in there."
"Well, I think I probably ought to talk to her, too."
"I think you better tell me first."
"Honestly, I don't think I should out here. Can we please go inside, I promise I'll explain."
"I am not responsible for what she does to you."
"Understood."
Once inside, Ginny came running out of the kitchen. As soon as she saw Draco, she drew her wand, preparing to hex him.
"Expelliarmus!" he nearly shouted, then ran as Ginny decided she didn't need a spell.
"Wait!" Draco shouted from behind the couch as Ginny was circling around it. "Listen, I can explain why I did what I did! Would you please just listen?"
"It had better be good, or you're going to wish you stayed a ferret!" Ginny ended her pursuit and flopped down on the couch.
"Okay, so the other day, some of my fellow Slytherins saw me talking to you and started talking about how I've changed since I hooked up with `Mione here."
Hermione laughed, and Ginny forced away a grin.
"Anyway, they made a bunch of comments about me talking to you, and basically they have been making life a little hard for me in my house."
"So you burn my hair?"
"Wait, not there yet. So I came up with an ingenious plan that would result in me being allowed to talk to you and any other of Hermione's friends, including your brother even- if that should ever become necessary- without doing too much damage to my reputation."
"I'm still not seeing a reason for me not to hex you."
"Wait! Listen, I hexed you so my fellow Slytherins would believe that I am still the same old me. Hating blood traitors and all that. But, mind you, I did tell you to run crying to Hermione."
"Yea, that was kind."
"Well, think about it! Why would I tell you to go to Hermione and not your boyfriend?"
"Because he would probably do more damage?"
"No! Because Severus knew the counter-curse! I sent you to Hermione so Severus would cure you and Hermione would come looking for me."
"Why would you want Hermione to come looking for you?"
"Duh! So the whole school could see 'my girlfriend' wallop me for messing with her friends. Although it likely would have been better believed if she threatened me with no sex…"
"HUH?" Both Hermione and Ginny were thoroughly confused.
"Don't you see? I deliberately hit you with a spell I knew was easily fixed so that Hermione could yell at me and the school will think I only talk to you because I'm whipped. And I'll just tell Crabbe and Goyle, since they know about Hermione being married to Snape, that Snape won't let me pick on her friends because he doesn't want to deal with the drama. Now I can hang out with you without being a traitor!"
"You thought this up all on your own, did you?" Hermione gave a stern, scolding look to Draco so that he knew his brilliant plan was not appreciated.
"So why didn't you just tell me?"
"Oh, and you would have just allowed me to burn your hair off? Yea, right! Besides you're a lousy actress, and I needed you to be convincing so you could convince Hermione because she can't act either."
"Way to get on my good side after catching my hair on fire!" Ginny stuck her tongue out at the blonde boy. Then she sighed. She couldn't help but feel sorry for his predicament, and after he explained that he only did it so he could hang out with her, she really wasn't mad.
"Oh, and I got you a present! I knew you'd be pissed so… here." Draco took a small blue box and handed it to Ginny.
Forcing away a smile (she did love presents), she opened the box. Inside was a bracelet of silver and gold swirling around each other.
"It's lovely! You didn't have to do this, I would have been happy with a box of chocolates!"
"Then your boyfriend would have thought I was trying to woo you. That's the way to witch's heart, you know."
The girls burst out laughing and Ginny hugged Draco, and then he helped her put on the bracelet.
"Ok, you're forgiven. Want to go eat now? I'm starved!"
"Well, actually, it's probably a bit too soon. If less than an hour after I burned your hair off, you don't still hate me, people might get suspicious. And I have to pretend that you just keep coming over to hang out with me, and I only do it so that Hermione doesn't kill me."
"You're a complicated man, Draco. Alright then, I'm leaving. See you later." Ginny gave both of them a hug before she skipped off to spend time with her boyfriend.
"You got off easy, Draco."
"You always do with jewelry."
"Now that the drama is finally over, your story is told, and everyone isn't trying to kill each other, GET OUT!" Draco and Hermione had completely forgotten that Severus was in the house. He had appeared in the doorway of his study, and his face betrayed no sign of amusement at his godson's very Slytherin-like plan.
"Getting out! Bye `Mione! Goodbye godfather." With a quick hug to Hermione, Draco hurried out the door.
"You didn't need to be so short-tempered with him."
"I allowed for the drama to end before I kicked him out."
"True. Hungry?"
"Hm. Yes. I will make breakfast. What would you like?"
"Eggs in a nest." Hermione smiled brightly at him before her husband left for the kitchen. As good as eggs in a nest was, the reason she had requested it was that it was really the only breakfast food he was good at for some reason.
"Hermione, great news! Harry and Ron figured out the last you-know-what of you-know-who's!"
"Huh?"
"You know, the-" Ginny looked around as if checking to make sure no one was listening then continued, "the horcruxes."
"Really? So that's all there is then? We just have to go after-"
"Well, kind of. It's his snake. So we have to go after both at the same time and kill the snake first."
"So, what are we going to do now?"
"Dumbledore said to wait. He says there is one small detail that he has to work out and we can go after him. Hermione, it's finally almost over! I am so happy! I just am so excited about life after this. Harry and I can get married, he can go on to be an auror, and then we can start a family. And Ron is hoping to go on to be a professional quidditch player, maybe he and his girlfriend can get married. Oh, `Mione!" Ginny squeezed Hermione so tight she though she thought she might push the baby out.
"Calm down, Gin. I know the prospects are exciting, but hold off on the invitations until the war is over, yeah?"
"I know. I just can't wait! What about you? What are you going to do? I mean I know that you're going to be with"-Ginny took another quick look around and lowered her voice to a whisper-"Snape for a few years. Are you going to try for college as well? Are you going to leave after the time limit is up? I mean, cuz you know Harry and I would always have room for you."
"That's very kind of you. But I honestly don't know what to do. He will probably want me gone as soon as the time limit is up; he's made it clear that he does not have affection for me. But if he wants to be involved with the child, I want to make sure we live close by one another."
"He said he's not interested?"
"Not in those words, but yes." Hermione was reminded again of his comments about deeply regretting their night together.
"Oh, I'm sorry, love."
"It's okay. It was a childish fantasy. Those aren't meant to come true. I suppose it's time to grow up and move on."
"Draco's coming. Well, I'll see you later Hermione." Then loudly enough for nearby students to hear, she said a few choices words about Draco and stormed off.
"She's playing her part well." Draco smiled as he hugged Hermione.
"And you tried to say she wasn't a good actress." She reminded him teasingly.
"I suppose on rare occasions, the truth may contradict me."
"Yes, rare was the word I was thinking of…" Hermione smiled and sat down at the slytherin table to eat breakfast with her companion.
"Gutsy, Mrs."
"No, now the whole school KNOWS you're the daddy, so shouldn't I sit with you?"
"Maybe at the Gryffindor table."
"No, here."
"Gutsy."
Hermione was out flying. It was just after seven and the sun had just set. It had been a long day and she was tired, but she just couldn't bear to go home. It had been getting difficult for her to bear these last months. Rather than growing out of her crush on Severus as she tried to will herself to do, she had been falling deeply in love with him.
He's not in love with you though, Hermione. You need to move on.
It wouldn't have been that hard for Hermione to accept, except that he was so good to her. He wasn't always a nice man, and he had his temperament, but he had a soft side. He was always doing things to make her happy or comfortable. He even shared his bed with her although it was apparent that he wasn't always comfortable with it. At first, Hermione had only slept there because it felt safer, but even after she felt better about her own room, she just really wanted to be close to him.
As she landed on the soft grass by her favorite tree beside the lake and sat down, she wondered why she was letting this affect her so much, she knew from the beginning that he was only fulfilling what he deemed his moral obligation. And it wasn't like he said anything mean, just that he regretted it. He seemed to care about her in a manner, but from the way he rejected her affections, she knew he didn't return her love.
A sound coming from the edge of the woods startled Hermione out of her thoughts. As the sound got louder, Hermione saw a small figure coming toward her. It looked a small dog, and Hermione felt an odd sense of familiarity. As it got closer, she recognized it as Sirius Black's animagus.
"It can't be!" Hermione didn't try to move as the dog came right up to her and sat beside her. "Who are you?"
As she watched, the creature morphed into a man that looked a lot like Sirius Black. He was younger, but obviously much more scarred. From afar, it looked as if two students were casually enjoying the moonlight glowing off the lake.
"My name is Regulus Black."
"I thought you were dead. Sirius said his brother died shortly after joining the Deatheaters."
"He was wrong. My brother and I had a very strained relationship, not much communication."
"I see. So why didn't you ever contact him?"
"Because I was imprisoned by the Dark Lord. I had a change of heart shortly after joining, you see. I saw what kind of man I was really dealing with and tried to destroy him. As you can see, it didn't work."
"Indeed. What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying again. I've found that all but two of his horcruxes have been destroyed and I am attempting to destroy the others."
"I thought there was only one." Hermione could have slapped herself for opening her mouth. Here he was probably digging for information and she gave it to him! But for some reason, she trusted him, although she was not sure why.
"There are two. And I will deal with the last one myself if I have to."
"What are they?"
"I cannot tell you that. Listen, I came here tonight to tell you that I am on your side. I also wanted to ask a favor of you."
"What is it?"
"I want you to tell my cousin, Narcissa that I am well."
"I can't do that. If the dark lord were to think I was relaying information about his traitors, he would surely kill me."
"No. He won't kill you. He believes your child is too valuable. Although I understand your position, I didn't think of it. I should not have asked that of you. She will see when this is over."
"So you know about the prophecy as well?"
"Of course. I made it up."
"What?"
"I made it up. While I imprisoned and mostly neglected, I had time to plot. One thing I know about that man, if one could call him that, is that he is a sucker for prophecies. Although I never pinned Dumbledore for being the same…" He said the last part thoughtfully, as if surprised by his own brilliance.
"But how? I thought Trelawny spoke the prophecy?"
"Yes, you see, I learned a wandless spell while imprisoned that allowed me to enter people's minds. So, I focused very hard on finding witches who specialized in divination and took over their minds for a few minutes, chanted the prophecy and then let them go."
"So you can enter anyone's mind?"
"No. I have tried, mind you. But I have found that I can only enter weak minds. Not surprisingly, Trelawny was the easiest."
"I think I like you. But honestly, if you made it up, my baby is of no consequence to the war."
"No."
"And my rape was done in vain?"
"Rape!? Merlin, what?" The look on Regulus' face was pure horror.
"Oh. I though you knew, since you seem to know everything else. I thought that…"
"What happened to you?" the concern in his face was genuine, and Hermione decided she could open up to him. So, she told him her whole story, minus the details of her and Severus' relationship.
"I didn't think Dumbledore capable of that. I honestly thought he would see through the prophecy, read it for what it really was. And then I thought that you and that dungeon bat Snape actually had a relationship and Dumbledore was fool enough to believe it was you two that the prophecy was about."
He took a moment to awe at the actions of his former headmaster, and then nodded towards Hermione.
"Although I have to admit, it did work out in my favor on that. I had intended to get the dark lord involved in an investigation of the prophecy, not to have him 'figure it out' and change directions on his plans. That has been quite helpful. I am sorry that that happened to you. It was not my intention for someone to help the prophecy along."
"I see. Don't worry, I didn't blame you anyway. But do you think your prophecy is going to help destroy the Dark Lord?"
"So far, yes. I need only a short while before I make my final move, and with him so focused on you and your bat- I mean husband- I can make it undetected."
"What are you going to do?"
"I cannot tell you that. But I can promise that soon this war will be over. Evil will fall and justice will be served."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. My plans have been perfect so far, I am not so pessimistic to believe that's going to change."
"Well, if you need any help…"
"I need for you to not tell anyone I was here, or even that you know I'm alive."
"Alright then." Hermione smiled at him just then, happy that she was somehow now involved and it was not because she was she was an unwilling baby maker.
Regulus smiled back, the trust in her eyes suddenly penetrating his soul. Then the guilt set in. "Hermione, I am going to have to do something that, under any other circumstances I wouldn't do. And I want you to know that it is solely for the greater good."
Suddenly looking a little fearful, she responded with "Please don't rape me."
"No! No, never. What I have to do will be done in the near future, but it will not be done to you. Although, I'm afraid it will affect you very much. Please believe me, I don't want to but it is literally the only way."
"What is it?" Hermione tried to think of what he possibly do that would affect her, and her thoughts kept going back to Harry.
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you that. I must go now someone is coming." A second later, he was a dog again, pretending to wander around aimlessly.
Hermione looked around to see who was coming, but no one was there. She turned back towards the dog, but he was already by the edge of the forest. She stood up to return to the castle, sure that by now Severus was asleep and she could avoid seeing him.
"What are you doing out here so late?" a voice bellowed in the night.
Hermione screamed and ran. By the time it registered that is was he husband, he already had her by the arm, pulling her back towards him.
"I asked you a question." His tone was low and cold.
"Ow! I'm sorry, I lost track of time. Let go of me!"
"Miss Granger, 20 points from Gryffindor for being out past curfew! Now, get to your rooms."
"Yes, PROFESSOR."
As soon as Hermione made it inside, she realized why he had taken the tone he had. There were two female students just inside that were watching what went on.
"Don't you two have a life?" she sniped at them bitterly.
"You mean boyfriends that are going to knock us up before we even graduate? You can keep your version of a life, Hermione."
Hermione nearly had her wand out of its sheath when Severus stopped her.
"10 points each from Hufflepuff for being out of your dorms and another 10 each for your tongues' lack of restraint. I hear that again and you'll both have detention for a week straight. Now get back to your dorms this instant!"
The girls ran off and Hermione continued down to the dungeons. She arrived before Severus and headed straight for her room. After showering and getting ready for bed, Hermione left her bathroom to go to bed. Severus was waiting by the crib.
"Were you with Potter?"
"No, why?"
"Because I need to know if I need to go back out there and get the dunderhead."
"Huh?"
"The girls saw you out there with a man."
"They were mistaken, I was by myself." Hermione said it as calmly as she could, but her pulse was racing and she afraid Severus could tell.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Severus nodded to his wife and left the room.
Severus lay in bed that night, wondering about Hermione. He had known that she seemed upset, but now she was also distant from him and it was worrisome. He laid his arm across the bed to feel the side on which she normally slept. A small sense of emptiness filled him as he felt the bare sheet. He had been so accustomed to her being there that it bothered him for her side to be empty. Then he thought of the man she sat with down by the lake. He had seen the man, so knew that Hermione was lying to him, but wasn't sure what reason she had to lie. Time escaped him as he thought of possible reasons and he was lulled out of his thoughts by his door inching open. Hermione slipped quickly into the bed beside him and reached out to tap his shoulder.
"No shirt?" she playfully asked. Aside from tonight he had worn a shirt to bed every night for the last two months.
"I was under the impression you had chosen to sleep in your bed tonight."
"This is my bed. My outline is already imprinted in this side, see? You can go sleep in the other bed if you want."
Severus sat up as if he would leave to go to the other room, but Hermione grabbed him. "I'm just kidding! Stay here. I would never kick you out of your own bed."
"So now it's my bed?"
"And mine. Our bed."
"Indeed."
"Lay down!" she tried to sound demanding, but it came off more pleading.
After doing as she asked, Severus turned to face the dim outline of his wife. She reached out to touch him again and the softness of her warm hands on his chest sent a tingling sensation through his spine. As if she had felt the reaction to her touch, she quickly moved from his chest to his face.
"I wish I understood you, Severus."
"Are you suggesting that I am a complicated wizard, Hermione?"
"No. I just don't understand why you've done all this for me. Why you put up with me so. I know that I've been nothing but a burden to you since I got here, and yet you take care of me with no complaint. Well… minimal complaint. You've never once in the last two months sent me away from your bed and I really didn't even ask you."
"Would you prefer I grumble that you eat too much, whine that you hog the blankets, and roar when you bring your friends into my home without any notice? Or perhaps when you crawl into my bed you'd like for me to send you away?"
"No! And just for the sake of being correct, you do roar when my friends find their way here, with or without notice. Anyway, I'm just saying that I don't understand why you do all those nice things when you obviously don't…" Hermione trailed off for a moment, not sure what words she really wanted to use. On the one hand, the correct term would have been 'want', but fearing an argument would be the result of such a statement, she finished with, "like me."
"Hermione, you cannot truly believe that I do not like you."
"I suppose not. Good night, then."
Severus attempted to ignore the sudden tension in the room and fall asleep, but he had a feeling he was missing something important.
The next night, Hermione headed out to the tree by the lake and waited to see if Regulus would return. She hoped he would, it was nice to be able to talk to someone about everything, not just pieces of the story here and there. She wasn't disappointed. At 8:30 exactly, a small black dog came padding out of the forest.
"Hey there."
After morphing back into a man, Regulus smiled and returned her greeting. "I wasn't sure you'd be back. Thought I might have scared you off last night."
"No. I wasn't sure you'd be back. You sounded as if you had to go off to your next mission straight away."
"My next mission is here, for the time being."
"Oh. Where are you sleeping?"
"Can't say."
The two chatted for nearly an hour, not all noticing the dark figure watching them from the astronomy tower.
Severus glared at the man speaking with his wife. He recognized him, but he wasn't honestly sure from where. He hadn't seen the man transform, so he didn't know about the animagus. Finally, he had had enough and decided to inspect, up front and personal.
Hermione had noticed that Regulus seemed to keep getting closer to her. His arm was now around her shoulders and his head was resting against hers. She thought about asking him to scoot back a little, but thought perhaps he meant it like Harry and Ron would. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. But then, after telling her how he looked forward to finding a woman to love, he paused. She felt his finger on her chin, lifting it so they could make eye contact.
"Hermione…" he said her name in a whisper as he leaned in to kiss her. Before Hermione had time to push back from him, he was suddenly yanked back and thrown against the tree.
Hermione watched, horrified, as her husband proceeded to slam the man into the tree once more, face first. He then let him drop to the ground and pointed his wand in Regulus' face.
"Regulus Black. Nice to see you again."
"As always, Snape."
"What are you doing here, besides attempting to seduce MY wife?"
"A little business is all, and a little social call."
"Well, do it elsewhere. You know very well the risk you take coming here."
"I know. Help me up?"
"No."
"Very well. I think you shattered my tooth, friend."
"I am not your friend. Now go, and do not come back."
"I'm going. Goodbye, Hermione. I hope to see you again sometime."
Severus reached out as if to grab the man's collar, but took his whole throat in hand, "And Regulus, if you ever come near my wife again, I will offer your body as a gift to the Dark Lord."
"Well said. But you know, he won't be around for long."
"Indeed." Severus glared as the man walked off into the forest, his black orbs so intent they might have penetrated the man's skull. When Severus turned, his wife was gone.
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Hermione stormed into the house and slammed the door. She thought about warding it, but knew that it would only hold for a moment against him and he would be livid when he got in. But how dare he behave like that. It was true that Regulus' advances were unwanted, but she could have handled it. And for him to defend as if she belonged to him was simply maddening. "MY wife!" She said in a mocking tone. As if he owns me! He doesn't even want to touch me!
Severus stormed in the living room and headed straight for Hermione. She stumbled back, afraid he was going to hit her. When she was against the wall, she braced herself for whatever he planning to do, but he stopped just in front of her.
"Severus, it wasn't what you think—I wasn't going to let him! I-"
"You are MY wife!"
Hermione felt the anger rise in her once again, "I am not YOUR anything! You don't own me!"
Severus leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers roughly. At first, Hermione resisted, maddened by his show of possession. To show that he wasn't letting go, he slipped one arm around her back to pull her closer to him, and ran his other hand through the strands of her hair, gripping it so she couldn't move and then kissing her harder.
Hermione wanted to fight him, she did. But the strength of his kiss was overpowering. Her knees went weak and felt her desire for him surfacing. Against the will of her mind, but not her body, she opened her mouth, inviting him to explore her further. Severus slowly removed his hand from her head and traveled down her neck, caressing the bare skin above her shirt. The sensation drove her mad. A few moments ago, she wanted to throw a bludger at him. Now, she just wanted to rip his clothes off.
Severus knew he had lost control. Seeing someone else try to touch her had been more than he could bear. What had bothered him more than the advances of the twit Regulus, was that she was had been contentedly snuggled up in his arms. It was his fault, he knew. He had tried not to fall for her, had tried to push her away. But when he saw that dunderhead attempting to move in on HIS territory, he knew that it was too late. He loved her, and would never be content to see her with anyone else. She was his now, and it was time he made that clear.
A small moan escaped Hermione's lips as he slid his hands under her shirt to caress her back. Severus smirked to himself; he loved the sounds she made when aroused. He made the decision that it was time to take this to the bedroom. He picked up his wife and carried her, bridal style, to their bed. Laying her down gently, Severus whispered the spell "Divesto" and drank in the beauty of his companion. She was lying on the bed, gazing up at him with a questioning look. He lay down beside her, kissing her mouth while caressing her bare skin.
She turned to him and said in a breathy whisper, "Your clothes are still on. That needs to be remedied."
Hermione smiled coyly as she slowly began removing his clothes. She could have just as easily used the spell, but she wanted to use the opportunity to explore his body. Hermione was fascinated by him and she reveled in each revealed section of his lean, well toned mass. She could feel herself getting wetter with each discarded garment. Finally, Hermione pulled back to take in the tantalizingly sexy view of her wizard, ready and wanting her.
Severus flung himself up from the pillow to match Hermione's current position and kissed her hard. She nibbled at his lip and worked her way down to his neck. He gently guided her back, laying her softly on the bed and leaning over her. Hermione flushed with anticipation as Severus made his way to her entrance.
Severus hesitated a moment before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You are mine."
"Yes, yes yours."
Severus grinned and teased her a bit, just gently pressing against her, but refusing to enter.
"Oh… Severus. Severus, please." She was unintentionally bucking her hips by now, her body begging for its release.
Severus did not want to be through with his game, but his body also was eagerly awaiting hers. In one quick thrust he filled her, his body shuddering at the intensity of her reaction to him. She cried out against her will, her pleasure too great to contain. She gripped his shoulders tightly and low moan escaped him as she dug her nails into his skin. He could feel the pleasure building in her, and slowed his pace.
Her features were stunning to him. The candlelight reflected off her soft skin, giving her a radiant glow. Her tone was low but he could hear her repeating his name, basking in the bliss of their union. Hermione looked at him, her eyes focusing on his. She watched him intently as he studied her body, watching his every facial expression as he discovered her.
Finally their eyes met, and Hermione gasped. Severus could feel her walls contracting around him, leading him to his own climax. Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips squeezing him tighter against her as she mewled in her ecstasy. The feeling of her tightening around him caused Severus to catch his breath. He felt himself lose control and spill inside of her, contentment replacing the lust that had led them here. He lay down beside his wife and gathered her in his arms.
"Mine." He whispered once again.