They quickly learned that between a motivated Molly Weasley and Narcissa Malfoy a wedding could be arranged quite rapidly. Three months later his gardens were festooned in white and illuminated by a countless number of lights that held the darkness away from the assembled guests. Severus waited nervously by Minister Shacklebolt who would officiate the wedding.

They had split their attendants between themselves, with the males standing with him, and the females with Hermione. They told everyone that it seemed more "traditional" that way. In reality, it was simply a better excuse than the actual one. They really didn't want to try and explain that Ron had said it was "unnatural" to stand next to his sister in a wedding. After that they couldn't keep both siblings on the same side without risking Ron's life. The other explanation was just easier.

Lucious, Harry, Ron and Draco stood with Severus, while Ginny, Narcissa, Luna Lovegood and Astoria would stand with Hermione. He could barely breathe as her ladies entered. After came Hermione. Her white gown flowed and floated around her. Severus's breath was stolen completely as he took in his angel. Her dress reminded him of the one he had seen her that night at the Ministry ball. She truly was his angel.

The ceremony was a blur, as was the reception. They only had eyes for each other. Towards the end of the night, those looks and glances grew more and more heated. Finally, they could stand it no longer. They made their excuses and fled to the sounds of whistles and cat calls.

Severus whisked her away to London where he'd booked them a suite. Hermione had told him it was unnecessary that they could simply stay at home, but he'd insisted. She'd spent every day there for the last year. She deserved something better for her wedding night.

The potions master was pleased when he entered their rooms. They were well appointed and spacious. They would make a fine love nest for the two of them for the next two weeks, he declared to himself. He swept his bride into his arms and carried her into their bedroom. He sat her on the bed then stepped to the nightstand.

"I have one more gift for you tonight, my Love," he said handing her a small bottle.

She took it from him, reading the label written in his familiar spidery script. Hermione gasped. "Is this real?" she asked. "You found it?"

Severus beamed down at her. "I promised I'd find your cure, didn't I?" he countered.

The witch leapt up into his arms kissing him with fervor. The wizard pulled back and laughed, "I thought you might want to take that first."

The young woman joined his laughter when she looked down to see the bottle still in her hand. She removed the topper and quickly drank it down. "It may take some time to go into effect," the potions master warned.

"Well then, I know a perfect way we can pass the time," she said before soundly kissing the man once more. they groped and pawed at each other as they worked to free themselves from their wedding clothes.

Once bare, Hermione crawled onto the bed and lay in the middle of it. Severus took a moment to gaze upon his new wife's glorious body. Lucious was right, they should have both women together. Hermione and Narcissa would look heavenly sleeping next to one another as they took them over and over. Perhaps with the right suggestion and leading, they could talk their beautiful wives into participating in their games during their waking hours. He shook his head of such thoughts. There would be time for that later, now he had an angel to ravish.

He wore a wicked grin as he crawled into bed and towards his wife. He knew what his angel liked. He slowly slid her thighs apart, but when he dipped his head to taste her, she stopped him.

"No," she said softly. "We can try that another time. I'm ready," she declared. "I need you now."

"Anything, for you, my angel," he vowed. He moved over her, marveling at every enthusiastic reaction and moaned word. It was a completely different experience from when they made love in her sleep.

Settling between her thighs he gazed down at his angel. "Ready?" he asked.

She nodded her head. "It's…it's been a while for me," she confessed.

"I'll be gentle," he promised. He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance. She was already wet. He groaned as he slid the head of his cock through her wet folds then pushed inside. She cried out at the sensation of being filled after so very long.

He was slow and careful as he fed her the entirety of this length. "God," she moaned when he was fully seated in her. Suddenly she gasped and threw back her head as her spine bowed. A light seemed to emanate from her and all around her. It lingered for a moment before exploding out in every direction and disbursing. The woman fell back limp into the potions master's arms. He was grateful Lucious had warned him about that.

"Are you alright?" he whispered before kissing her brow.

"Yes," she breathed. "I can feel it, my magic. It's over."

"Do you want me to stop?" he offered. Narcissa had, but Hermione was no shy virgin. "I placed your wand in the nightstand.

The witch looked to the table longingly for a moment before contracting her inner muscles around him. He gasped, and she giggled. "God, no. Don't you dare stop. "Just…just, give me a second to catch my breath."

"Of course," he replied. He held himself up with his elbows to keep his weight off of her.

He was relieved that the curse had ended, as intended, upon the consummation of their marriage. It had worked correctly with Narcissa. The involuntary sleep ended. After Lucious had total control over when a sleep would come on or end. It had worked for Lily as well. Unfortunately, it had been James that had ended it. That's when he realized that he'd neglected to ensure only the caster could remove the curse. He'd tried again after some alterations, but Lily had died before he could witness any effects.

Lily was dead though and a poor substitute for his sweet angel. She was twice the woman Lily was, and she loved him, only him. She didn't try to leave him, she didn't push him away, and she certainly never cheated on him.

"I'm ready," she said pulling him from his thoughts. He lowered himself to reach her lips. He devoured them, kissing her until she was dizzy again. Then he pulled back and rocked back in. Hermione broke the kiss. "Yes!" she cried.

He started a steady pace as he moved carefully within her. "More, please Severus more!" she begged. He smirked. He knew she wouldn't be satisfied with this for long. She never was. "Please, I'm not breakable.e."

Severus moaned at the comment. She certainly wasn't, he thought. He pulled back again but thrust back in with more force. "Better?" he asked.

"Severus, stop teasing me and fuck your wife!" she commanded.

He growled and hooked both her legs over his shoulders, opening her obscenely to him. "Yes!" she hissed.

Severus pulled out and surged back into her. If his beautiful wife wanted to be fucked, she'd be fucked. He slammed into her over and over, bottoming out each time. He ground his pelvic bone into her clit stimulating her further. Hermione was almost senseless moaning out pleas and praise.

"Do you like your husband's cock inside you?" he asked.

She screamed out a "Yes," and her pussy started to flutter. She was close, he thought, pleased by her reaction to his voice. "Do you want me to cum in you, Hermione? Do you want your husband to leave his seed in your belly?"

"Yes!" she screamed again as she fell over the edge. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around him. He let himself follow her releasing himself deep in his young bride.

Later they lay bare and entwined. Hermione slept a natural sleep as Severus idly traced runes on her belly. He'd already corrupted her contraception potion. He couldn't wait to be a father.