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Chapter 7 – Who Knew It Could Happen To Luggage?
The reception rushed by in a blur with Hermione running interference throughout, beginning with Harry who walked up hesitantly and gave her a hug and a kiss. He regarded Snape for a minute with dread, not wanting to greet him yet feeling compelled to. Severus gave him an easy out. With acid dripping from his voice he glared at Harry and said, "Potter." Harry in turn glared back and spit out "Snape." They stared menacingly at each other until Hermione grabbed Harry's elbow and steered him away. Poor Neville wouldn't come anywhere near them. He kept trying to catch Hermione by herself but Severus stuck to her like glue. She had the distinct impression that he was doing this on purpose just to taunt Neville. The pictures took up a fair chunk of time, too. Aside from the fact that there had to be two sets of photos taken, one Muggle and one wizard, they had a hard time getting Severus to smile, and it didn't help that he kept muttering insults to the photographer in his low silk voice. The photographer, none other than Colin Creevey of Colin Creevey Photography Inc, was very unnerved which, in turn, caused his camera to shake, resulting in multiple retakes of the same shots. It was a vicious cycle. Again, it took Hermione's intervention before they were able to complete the session. All in all it was a difficult time for her. But now, with the wedding and reception out of the way they both seemed much more relaxed and looking forward to their honeymoon. They had decided on Nome, Alaska again, since it held such a wonderful memory for them. After a brief goodbye to her parents they came upstairs to her old bedroom to change, and decided to Apparate from there.
She slinked up to him and pressed her body against him. "Severus, do you know what I'd like to do?" she whispered seductively.
"No, but I would love to find out!" he purred and circled his arms around her waist.
She clasped her hands behind his neck, looked directly into his dark eyes and said, "Before I tell you, promise me you won't say no immediately. I just want you to think about it first."
His suspicion was raised immediately. He didn't like the sound of that; she must be trying to hoodwink him. After so many years as a Death Eater and subsequently a spy, he had developed a keen sense of danger, however none of his experience gained from that awful period of his life had prepared him for what she was about to ask. With growing irritation he said, "I promise, now tell me what it is."
She blew out a puff of air and thought to herself "OK, here goes."
"I've always had a fantasy to make love while I Apparate," she grinned at him.
He startled for a minute then turned to look at her with raised eyebrows. His astonished expression reminded her of a deer in headlights. After a long pause he said, "Hermione, logistically I'm not sure we can manage that. Think about it. We each have to carry a suitcase and Apparating is difficult enough but we're Apparating between continents." His tone changed to a low rumble, "And just how am I supposed to concentrate on Apparating while we're doing THAT?"
She pouted for a minute, gave a horribly cute look, and begged, "Please! We're two trained, licensed wizards and that means we have double the concentration. My suitcase is on wheels so I only have to hold the strap. I'll just pull up my dress and slip off my undies, and you undo your pants." Her voice had changed to a sexy low quality, which he was finding hard to resist. She certainly had built a strong case for the defense. "We should be able to manage if I keep one leg on the ground and wrap the other around your waist. If we Disapparate near any Muggles they'll never know what's going on."
He thought about it for a minute. It was a very erotic thought indeed, but could they actually pull it off? He made a spur of the moment decision and said, "Alright, we'll give it a try."
She threw her arms around his neck and excitedly said "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you," and pulled him into a blazing kiss. Cunningly, she slipped her hand over his pants and squeezed lightly. A smile crept over her lips. He was definitely ready, willing, and oh so able.
"Oh Professor, is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
In a low voice he responded, "I assure you that my wand is not nearly as long or as thick around." She giggled and squeezed again. He let out a low growl in response to her touch while one of his hands gravitated to her breast and the other hand took a leisurely trip down to play between her legs. He found he didn't have to work very hard, as the thought of fulfilling her long time fantasy had already left her fully aroused. She responded to him with an intense cry of pleasure.
"Now….please….now," she pleaded into her husband's neck.
"Patience, my dear," he softly lectured. Getting down on his knees, he pulled up her dress then grabbed the elastic band of her panties with his teeth and pulled them down and off her legs. He kissed a slow wet trail back up her calf, and onto her thighs. His head lingered for several minutes between her thighs while her moans mounted and grew. "You're killing me," she gasped. Taking pity on her he started his trail back up to her stomach only to have her plead emphatically, "Kill me, kill me!" He indulged her.
Now standing again he pulled her up to him, his hands continuing to wander about. She reached out and undid his pants then plunged her hand in and freed him, rubbing him slowly and rhythmically. Taking an unhurried trip, her mouth headed down, stopping at several spots along the way to linger at her new husband's pleasure points. When she reached the final destination he could barely contain himself. She pulled him into her warm wet mouth and gave a series of even, sucking strokes coupled with caresses by her tongue.
Breathless with desire, he gasped "Hermione, if you want to fulfill your fantasy you'd be wise to stop now."
With satisfaction, she abandoned her position and slowly returned to his mouth. She positioned one of her legs against his outer thigh, while lifting the other one and snaking it around his waist. He grabbed her leg and thrust into her with a quick movement and immediately began to drive in and out. Hermione gasped at the feeling, and threw her arms around his neck. This was working out exactly as she had always imagined it would.
With the pace rapidly increasing, he urgently panted, "Grab your suitcase." His breathing was heavy and he could barely grunt out the words but was it from arousal or physical exertion, she wondered. As they popped out of sight she groaned, "Oh yes! This is incredible."
They Apparated onto a small side street in Nome, AK around dusk, lost in waves of passion. Their suitcases were carelessly cast aside and left unnoticed. Hermione moaned louder with each thrust until at last she reached her summit and screamed in ecstasy. Watching the face of his new wife and hearing her cries was all it took for him to reach his own peak. Several minutes later, breathing heavily, they glanced around the deserted street with a tiny bit of guilt.
"That was fabulous." She muttered in his ear. Slowly she removed her leg from around his waist and they adjusted their clothing. Severus let out a startled grunt. Hermione immediately looked up at him and followed his eyes around. She nearly screamed in horror. They had made it through the Apparation just fine but apparently their luggage had splinched.
"I didn't know that could happen to inanimate objects," he said in disbelief.
Hermione muffled a sob. Gulping down pockets of air, she stood there with an astonished expression plastered on her face. One half of her suitcase was lying on the empty street, with a trail of her incomplete clothes on public display for the world to see; half of a red silk teddy lying here, the crotch of her black lace underwear lying there, an elegant silk nightgown with hunks missing throughout. A sickening smell of mixed fruit rose from the suitcase and permeated the air. Hermione reached in and pulled out 3 bottles, two of them had splinched and were now mixing together to create a putrid odor. She looked at the bottles in confusion. "Severus, did you pack these?"
He shook his head. Hermione glanced back down at the bottles and read aloud from the label, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Body Paint; Passion Peach flavor; edible body paint distributed exclusively by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
Disgust crept over their faces as they muttered together "Fred and George Weasley."
"When did they slip those into my suitcase," she seethed.
"Probably the same time that they stole your wand."
"Oh no!" A horrible thought abruptly dawned on Hermione. "We have to get rid of these NOW before the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad arrives. They're always dispatched when there's been a splinching. I would die of embarrassment if they found these."
"Er, Hermione, don't throw away the bottle that didn't splinch. Maybe we can make use of it later," he said suggestively and flashed her one of his looks.
"But Severus, knowing Fred and George this is more than just body paint. It probably engorges everything it touches like their Ton Tongue Toffee."
He just raised his eyebrows at her for a moment until realization dawned on her face.
"Oh, I see," she said knowingly. "Well, I've always liked the taste of peaches," and she tucked the bottle into her pocket.
The air was filled with a series of pops as the four squad members Apparated before them.
"Oh, hello Professor Snape, Hermione." It was Penelope Clearwater-Weasley, head of the AMRS. "You two certainly are a fair distance from home." She glanced around at the mess on the sidewalk, "Had us a little accident then, did we?"
Severus opened his mouth to respond but judging by the look on his face, Hermione was sure it would be acerbic. She gave him a quick shake of her head to cut him off. No sense in angering the squad.
"It was only the luggage, huh? Wow, that's very rare. Most of the time its body parts that are affected and it's usually caused by inexperience. But when inanimate objects splinch, well that's a totally different story all together. It's usually caused by a lack of concentration on the wizard's part." She ended her long explanation. "Say, you two just got married today didn't you? Congratulations." She looked up at them, insight slowly dawning on her face. "Oh, I see. Uh, well, let's get this mess taken care of quickly then."
The squad went to work, throwing them side glances and muffling their laughs. It took relatively little time to right the accident but to Hermione it was an eternity as she endured their amused snickers and smirks. Finally her suitcase was whole again with all the unmentionables tucked safely back inside.
"We're just about finished up here. I'm afraid we're going to have to fine you for this though. However, if you think it's unjust you can bring the case before the ministry," Penelope grinned. He abruptly snatched the copy of the fine out of her hand and gave her an evil stare.
Rapidly, Hermione said, "No, no, I don't think we'll pursue this. We'll just pay the fine."
"Well, congratulations again you two. Have an enjoyable honeymoon." The air was filled with pops as the squad members, grinning slyly at them, Apparated out of sight.
She stood there in stunned silence and all Severus could say was, "That was most distasteful."
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The room was as charming as she had remembered. It had the same bed with the same emerald colored comforter, and the same lovely fireplace that held a special place in her heart. She glanced around losing herself in the memories associated with this wonderful room located in this magnificent town.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
She smiled and embraced his hands. "No, not a bit. At least not for dinner."
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." He turned her around and hugged her to him tightly.
"What do you have on your mind, Professor Snape?"
"Only thoughts of you, Professor Granger, only thoughts of you."
"Why don't you light the fire and I'll be right back," she whispered, moving towards the bathroom. His eyes followed her until she was well hidden behind the door.
He sat on the floor by the fire waiting for her to finish. He couldn't believe that this woman, this glorious creature, wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. When in his miserable life had he ever felt such bliss? Overcome with love for her, he stared into the fire and wondered why he deserved this much happiness.
The door to the bathroom cracked open and she walked out. When he caught sight of her he was speechless. "Hermione, what are you wearing?"
She was dressed in a long flannel nightgown with long sleeves and a high collar that buttoned up to her chin. It was flowing and wide and gave no hint of her gorgeous figure underneath. "Don't you like it, my darling?" she said playfully, her voice dripping with humor. "It's so cold here I thought it might keep me warm,"
"No, to tell you the truth, I don't like it. I think I can manage to keep you warm." He grabbed for his wand and murmured "Accio button." The first button flew off the nightgown, showing the alabaster skin of her neck. It landed in his outstretched hand and keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he slowly opened his fist; the button fell to the floor with a loud clink. She giggled slightly. "Accio button," the second button was ripped from the gown revealing her sharp collarbone. It too was dropped to the floor. "Accio button," and the third button popped off exposing just a glimpse of red silk underneath.
"Oh Hermione, do you have any idea what this is doing to me?" he growled with impatience "Accio nightgown." The air was filled with a loud ripping noise as the flannel nightgown split in two and flew to him. He dropped it to the ground. Hermione stood dressed in a red silk teddy with her hands clasped behind her back, her right leg slightly forward. Her face had an endearing shy quality about it, framed by her hair, which hung loose about her shoulders. The roaring fire created dancing shadows around her.
Never breaking his eye contact for one moment, he put down his wand, stretched out his hand to her and called out "Accio Hermione."
She giggled again, slowly walked over and accepted his hand. He pulled her down and embraced her. "You're beautiful. I love you Hermione." She hugged him tightly and they sat for a long while just holding one another and staring into the fire.
They spent the next 4 days relaxing and enjoying themselves, two former enemies who began their strange relationship taunting and tormenting each other without mercy. The difference in two years was like night and day. First they had loathed one another, and then when they had allowed themselves too, they had fallen in love.
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A tired, but very happy couple, appeared out of nowhere at the gates of the school. Arm in arm, they took a leisurely walk towards the castle. Nearing the doors, he paused briefly and glanced behind his shoulder, asking, "Would you like to or shall I?"
She laughed and said, "Why don't you? As much as I'd like to, it is your turn."
"Very well then," he exclaimed then turned to speak into the night air, "Mr. Saunders, that's 10 points from Ravenclaw for being out at night and 5 points for trying to hide in the rosebush. And the same from Hufflepuff Ms. Monahan for the same reasons."
With contentment, they turned around and headed back up the castle steps.
-Fin-
A/N: First I'd like to thank Gina for being my beta reader. Thanks Gina! Next I'd like to thank all my wonderful reviewers. I've said it before but I'll say it again, I had so much fun writing this story and I'm glad you all enjoyed it. Thanks for letting me know!