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Please do not read if you are not of legal age in your country. This is nowhere near being a happy go lucky romantic story.

The Times Do Change

"Stop wiggling around." Severus mumbled into the pillow, his back to his wife.

One more attempt to reposition on the bed and Hermione could reach her goal. She slipped her hand over the older man's hip and across his flat stomach up to his chest where she rested it over his heart. The Gryffindor then let her lips caress the back of his neck. Automatically he pressed back against her and purred appreciatively. Gently she flicked one rapidly hardening nipple and continued to tease and nip his neck, nuzzling his warm skin.

"Woman, if you don't want me to have my way with you right now, I would stop." He gave her fair warning.

The younger woman grinned wickedly and softly bit his shoulder. She giggled when Severus rolled over on top of her, the blanket sliding to the floor. He ran his hands over her naked body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples while he sucked gently on her collarbone. Hermione moaned in delight as she wrapped her legs around his hips and felt his stiff member caught between their bodies.

"Evil woman." The potions master growled playfully when he lowered his head and latched onto a nipple.

"Who, me?" She tried to sound innocent as conscious thought rapidly began slipping away.

Hermione pulled her husband close and whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "I want you in me."

The potions master chuckled and pushed himself up, running his fingers down her sides. He gripped himself lightly as he dipped one finger down to tease her clit. It wasn't long before the brunette was arching her back, trying to get more friction and whimpering in need.

"Please Severus." She moaned when he rubbed the tip of his member between her folds.

Feeling how wet she was, the older man angled his hips and pressed slowly forward, delighting in how Hermione's head lolled back and forth and she sighed in pleasure. Moving to an ancient rhythm, Severus pressed himself as close as he could to the welcoming form below him, feeling her arms wrap tightly around him. He was happiest right here, buried deep inside the Gryffindor woman as she clung to him.

The little panting moans and the way she rolled her hips drove him crazy every time and soon he was breathing hard and thrusting erratically. Hermione slipped her hand up and twined her fingers in his long hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply and sending him over the edge.

Neither one wanted to move until Severus couldn't get enough air around the brunette's mass of hair. He rolled sideways and smirked at the little moan of protest she gave him. As soon as he flopped onto his side next to her, Hermione cuddled up to him and pressed her head under his chin.

"Love you." The brunette mumbled sleepily.

"Don't fall asleep yet, I may be up for round two." He lightly slapped her bottom.

"I doubt you're feeling that spry all of a sudden, old man." She smiled.

"I'm not that old, am I?"

"You're in your fifties now."

"But that's still young for a wizard." Severus pouted, tickling his much younger wife.

"All right, you're not old." She squealed, trying to get away. "But you're still getting gray" She fingered the streaks at his temple.

"That's because you wear me out."

"Are you complaining again?" She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Not at all." He wrapped her up in his arms and she hummed happily.

"Love you."

"I know, now I have to be up in the morning."

They stood on the platform smiling as the train started to slide away. "I'm glad we decided to come here." Hermione smiled up at her husband.

Severus kept his face neutral until a parent glanced at him and he smiled. The random wizard gathered up his wife and hurried away. "Don't scare your former students." The brunette scolded and slipped her hand into his.

"Lets go home and celebrate finally having the place all to ourselves." Severus whispered in her ear.

"Just one thing before we go." She quickly kissed her husband making everyone stop and stare at their former potions professor being snogged.

"Woman, don't do that in public." He growled frowning.

"I know, but look at everyone's faces."

Everyone on the platform was staring even more. "Are you sure you weren't supposed to be sorted into Slytherin?"

"No, but I've spent the last 20 years learning from one." She smiled indulgently and apparated them both to the castle gates.

Hours later they took the stairs that would lead them from their chambers in the dungeon to the great hall for the welcoming feast. As they walked they argued.

"Slytherin"

"Gryffindor."

"Definitely Slytherin."

"I wouldn't be too sure."

They greeted the other professors in the hall and took their seats in the twin high backed chairs at the center of the head table. Together they both served as head of Hogwarts, Severus always took a hard line, but was tempered by his wife. The school had quickly returned to its former glory when run by Albus Dumbledore. Soon the hall filled with students arriving from the thestral drawn carriages.

Hermione smiled down at the tattered sorting hat sitting on its little three legged stool. Professor Sinistra lead the first years into the hall and lined them up in front of the head table. Many small faces turned to their neighbors and whispered, pointing surreptitiously at the black haired headmaster. Seeing her husband tense, the Gryffindor slipped a hand onto his knee and squeezed.

Once the sorting hat had finished its usual song of brotherhood and friendship, Professor Sinistra began calling names. Some Hermione recognized from her time as a student and some she surmised must be muggleborn. The list had started growing after the war and the school was as full as it had ever been in the past. Lastly one student waited to place the hat upon her head.

She had her father's hair color and complexion, though the black tresses were voluminous like her mother's. Black eyes glancing at her parents, Tria sat down on the stool and eagerly accepted the hat. As the hat shouted out its choice, Hermione and Severus looked at each other and laughed.

"Ravenclaw!"

A quick wave at the head table and she skipped off to join her housemates. It seemed painfully obvious to the heads of Hogwarts once the decision was announced, their daughter was far too smart for her own good after all. Once the warnings of out of bounds areas and the continued ban on Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was out of the way, Hermione began the feast. Together they looked forward to a new year but hoped it wasn't too exciting.