Author's note

I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe for they all belong to JK Rowling. All I have done was borrow from her, and had a little fun with my ideas.

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Chapter 25

Severus just woke up only a few minutes ago, and it wasn't even six in the morning. He lay down sideward next to Hermione, and propped himself up on one elbow. His wife—Hermione, still seemed like a dream to him. One in which he most definitely did not want to wake up from. She truly seemed like a sleeping beauty as he watched her sleep soundly. He twirled a few locks of her curly hair in his finger, and watched it spring free when he let it go after. He then traced the outline of her face with a finger. With his palm, he cupped her cheek, and traced her pink lips with his thumb. Severus smiled at himself when Hermione turned her face in the palm of his hand, following his touch.

After awhile, his hand travelled down her neck towards her breasts. He gently cupped each breast softly one at a time, and teased each nipple after it peaked. He made sure that his touches were light so as not to wake her. When he was done, his fingers went down towards her flat stomach. He started to trace soft circles around the area, and around her belly button. His eyes were moving along with his fingers and hand, studying every single inch that he passed by.

His black eyes then saw the big scar along her right rib. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, planting a kiss on them, and brought his fingers down to the scarred area. Slowly, he touched the area, and studied it carefully. It was going to remain there forever, along with a few other scars. A memory of her bastard step father.

"Severus, stop it please," a sleepy voice of Hermione said, dragging him out of his thoughts. He didn't look at her, but stopped her when she tried to cover herself up with the blanket.

"No Hermione," he said ever so softly. "I want to touch you."

Hermione pushed his hand aside, and turned away from Severus, with her back facing him. She had just woken up a moment ago, and could feel him touching her scar along her right rib. Sure, she loved it when he touched her, but him touching her scars was a different story. They made her remember the pain that her step father had caused. The moments in which she thought were the worst moments in her life. Most of all, they were permanently on her, which made her feel very ugly.

"I think that someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Severus teased at the back of Hermione's neck, after pushing her hair away. He then placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. This made his morning erection press against the crease of her backside.

"No Severus, please," she said with a sniffle, and then she started to sob a bit.

Severus's heart skipped a beat. What made his wife start to cry? Was she having regrets about last night? Was she having another one of her emotional episodes? He hoped that it was the episodes one.

"Hermione, what's wrong my Love?" he asked with much concern as he moved his head over hers, and placed a gentle hand on her arm. He tried to sooth her. "Why turn away from me? Have I done something wrong?"

Hermione didn't answer him, and just continued to sob all the more.

"Hermione," Severus said, as he cupped her chin with his hand, in an attempt to make her look at him. Luckily, she didn't force against his gesture. "Why are you crying?" he then asked when he finally looked at her face to face.

"I feel so ugly," she finally answered.

"What?" Severus asked. He was confused. Why would she feel so ugly?

"When you touch my scars… they make me feel ugly. I hate them!" she sobbed.

"Oh, Hermione," Severus said. It was then he understood. "I too have scars on my body," he reminded her. The scars that he had were from the days when he was still a spy for the Order. He would get injured when Voldemort would feel like having a little fun with his Death Eaters. Sometimes he would torture them with hexes and Crucio spells.

Hermione shook her head a bit. "Scars or a hero," she said as her finger grazed along one of his scars on his chest.

Severus was a little shocked at what she said. She regarded him as a hero? Not knowing what to say first, he kissed her salty tears away and then told her the truth—his truth, from his heart. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and outside. There is nothing ugly about you, so don't ever think that you are."

Severus lowered his head, and started to trail a path of kisses down her body, like his fingers did earlier. He took his time planting kisses along her scars, starting at her breast, and then later down to her rib. Slowly, he then moved and lay down behind her, holding her close, as he showered kisses along the big scar on her back. Every single kiss that he planted on her body was filled with the love that he had for her. When he was done, his kisses trailed back up to her cheeks.

"My beautiful sweet Hermione," he murmured against her skin. "I love y-" Severus wasn't able to finish his sentence for Hermione captured his lips with hers. They both kissed each other hungrily and deeply.

"Severus," Hermione said, trying her best not to break their kiss.

"Mmm?" was all that he could say, as he tried his best not to break their kiss either.

"Make love to me," she told him. "Make me feel beautiful."

As Severus continued to kiss his wife, he felt his erection get harder. Hermione wanted him to make love to her, he gladly obliged. She wanted him to make her feel beautiful, then he would make her feel beautiful. He would do anything for her. The love that he had for her was so deep, that he would try to move the moon and the stars for her. He could make love to her, forever, making her know that his love for her was forever. His love for her, it had no bounds.

"Oh Gods!" Hermione moaned out loud as she felt her core being licked by his gentle tongue. Hermione couldn't help herself, but fist her hands in his hair.

Severus smirked at himself, as he started to lavish his wife. He inserted one finger, teasing her a bit, and then another. She still felt gloriously tight, just like last night. Her juices though, surely would let her have enough lubrication, and be ready for him.

After a few minutes of undeniable sweet torture with Severus's fingers, and tongue, Hermione's lips opened against Severus's. She could taste herself as his tongue danced with hers. A moan escaped from her mouth when he felt him nudging at her entrance. Gladly, she opened her thighs wider, inviting him to enter her. How her body begged for him, wanting him, needing him.

As Severus entered her, he did so very slowly. He didn't want to hurt her, for he thought that she would somewhat be sore from her first time last night. He watched closely, focusing on Hermione's reactions, waiting to see if she was in pain. In the end, when he was buried to the hilt, he was awarded with her moaning his name out in pure pleasure. Then, he pulled back a few inches, and thrust back in just as slow as he did awhile ago, this time, treasuring every single inch of being in her.

"So tight… so wet," he managed to rasp out, as he closed his eyes. She felt so much better than she did last night. Buried to the hilt again, he stopped for a moment, enjoying the feeling around him.

"So good," Hermione gasped out, raising a hand up to his face, gently cupping it. She had never felt such an intense intimacy. Making love with him was in one word, perfect.

Severus opened his eyes slowly, and saw his wife smiling up at him. "My beautiful Hermione. We will make beautiful love with each other," he told her softly.

Hermione had a single tear falling from her eye. She felt so touched by Severus's words. As he kissed it away, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, not wanting just to feel him inside, but to also feel his skin against hers. Completeness was what she wanted. A short while after, she started to meet his slow thrusts.

Soon after, the couple had picked up the pace. They had moved as one for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of just being connected with each other. Severus though felt that he needed to give his wife pure pleasure. He slowed his thrusts, as he brought a hand down, and started to tease her clit.

"Come my Love," he whispered seductively, as he looked down at her. "I want to feel your beauty release around me."

No audible words came out of Hermione's mouth. The only sounds that came from her were moans and whimpers. She arched her back up to him, as she started to grind herself against his fingers. She already had started to loose the rhythm of their thrusts.

"That's it my Love," Severus said to her. He could feel that beginnings of her orgasm start to build up. She was very close to it. "Come for me," he said through clenched teeth as he gave her one short, firm and deep thrust. That was all it took to send Hermione into oblivion.

"Severus… I love you!..." Hermione groaned out in ecstasy. Her body quivered beneath him, as she too clenched tightly around him.

Severus gave a few thrusts, trying to prolong Hermione's orgasm. He so enjoyed the feeling of her clenching and releasing around him. His heart beat all more as he watched his wife's facial reactions. Her eyes rolling and shutting tightly. Her groaning out his name and love for him. There was nothing better in the world, at that single moment and time.

When Hermione recovered from her orgasm, she noticed that she was in a different position then that of awhile ago. She was slumped against Severus, her head on his shoulder, sitting astride his lap, with her straddling him. He too had his head against her shoulder, as his arms were wrapped around her holding her close, and gently caressing her back. Somehow he maneuvered the both of them into the position without her even knowing. She also noticed that he was still in her—hard. He had yet to come himself.

"You alright?" Severus asked Hermione when he felt her arms lazily wrap around his neck.

"Mmm…hmm," she replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "You still haven't come yet."

Severus smiled at himself, and moved to kiss her temple. "We can take our time. We have all day."

"So that means we don't have to show up for breakfast or lunch at the hall?" she asked hugging him tighter.

"Not at all," he purred into her ear.

"You are wicked," she said somewhat seductively. Her voice sounded a little tired though. Her previous orgasm drained her.

"You alright?" Severus asked in a concerned tone, looking down at her face. He saw that her eyes were closed, and there was a hint of a small smile on her lips.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him. One of her hands went to his chest. Her fingers then started to twirl around his skin, softly touching him. "Just a little tired," she sighed. She then nuzzled into the side of his chest.

"Are you sure you're alright? No pain or anything?" Severus then started to blame himself. He should've known better than to make love to his wife. Her body was still weak at times.

"I'm fine," Hermione assured him with a small smile. "Just hold me for now please."

Severus tightened his arms around her, and let out the breath that he was holding. He cradled his wife's head in one of his hands, and kissed her temple a few times as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. With his arms wrapped around her, Hermione felt that she was in the safest place in the whole world. And with him embedded in her, she never felt such completeness in her life. He indeed made her feel beautiful.

"I'm sorry," Hermione murmured when she felt Severus's cock twitch within her.

"What for?" he was puzzled.

"Making you wait, to continue. You know, make love." Hermione was also still slightly embarrassed. She had no experience whatsoever before last night.

"There is no need to apologize my Love," he said softly against her ear.

"I… I want to please you as well Severus."

Severus smiled and kissed her temple again. "You already please, more than enough Hermione. You are beautiful and intelligent. You make me feel happy, like no one has ever done before. Sometimes I ask myself how could have I ended up with you. I don't deserve a wonderful witch such as you."

Hermione sniffled a few times. Severus's words of love for her had touched her heart. She felt as if no man would ever love her the way that he did. They were truly soulmates. There was no need for questioning their love for one another.

"I love you so much," she whimpered softly against the skin of his neck, as she wrapped her arms around him. Needing and wanting to feel every inch of his body against her skin. Too afraid that she might lose him or that he may slip away.

"And I love you," Severus said softly as he moved to take a glance at her face. "Maybe it's best if we rest a bit," he then said, slightly adjusting her. He then lay down with her still on top of him. And he was still inside her, hard and throbbing. Making love to his wife at that moment was not a priority.

"Just for a bit," Hermione murmured, her eyes drifting off to sleep.

"Take your time Hermione. We have a big night later on. You need your rest." Severus looked at his wife again and noticed that she was already fast asleep on his shoulder. He smiled as he gently brushed off her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Shortly after, he too succumbed to sleep.

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AN - I know that it's been awhile yet again. Took me sometime to find my muse. Hopefully, it'll stay with me a little longer this time.