"Please."
It was that word, softly spoken, that finally broke down the final barrier to Hermione's heart. Cliché, yes, but as she sat staring at the man she loved, Hermione thought she could damn near hear it crashing to the floor. A flood, no a damned tidal wave of emotions hit her: a fading fury, love, lust, longing, amusement, giddiness and fear. 'Shit, I'm actually going to marry the greasy git, Professor Snape,' she realized.
She was unable to formulate any words, even one as simple as 'yes.' She sat, still speechless, for several moments as Severus stood nervously behind her. He chewed his lower lip, uncharacteristically, and sighed before moving to sit in the chair opposite her.
"I'm sorry. You still aren't ready for this are you," he said, it was a statement rather than a question. She continued to stare at him, obviously thinking. He decided that it didn't seem to be a good thought, either. Another sigh escaped him. "Just don't blame Harry, I talked him into it."
Under her intense and blazing gaze, Severus shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Gods, Hermione, say something," he pleaded. "People heard me propose, they are watching. Shit, throw the ring back at me, dump the champagne over my head and leave - anything. Don't just sit there."
Hermione finally cracked a small smile that startled him. 'Gods, I'm in for it now,' he thought.
She stood and moved to his side of the table and swiftly threw a leg over him. She settled onto his lap, astride him, and slowly lowered her lips to his. The soft kiss of reunion quickly turned into a deep, passionate kiss. Severus' hands quickly moved down Hermione's back and pulled her hard against him as she moaned slightly and began to rock.
Suddenly, they were aware of a strange noise and abruptly broke the kiss, blushing, as they realized what it was. Applause. Severus ducked his head and looked very uncomfortable, but he attempted to smile at Hermione. Hermione grinned wickedly back at him and at the folks applauding at the closer tables.
"So, I take it that means yes?" he said.
"Yes!" she said, and dipped her head down to capture his lips in yet another blistering kiss. When she let him up for air, he looked dazed, but managed to focus on the waiter that was hovering nearby and looking embarrassed. The waiter took the look as a sign that he could intrude and he sat down a plate full of appetizers that Hermione had apparently ordered.
"Check, please," Severus croaked out when Hermione's hand 'accidentally' brushed his erection as she stood. She returned to her seat and delicately picked up a tasty morsel.
"But our food just got here, Severus," said Hermione, when the waiter returned with the bill. Severus threw down enough money to cover the bill and the young man's embarrassment and grabbed Hermione by the hand, tugging her to her feet.
"Leave the food."
"But, Sev-"
"Leave the food."
Barely making it to the alleyway, Severus pulled Hermione close for another kiss and apparated with her to his quarters at Hogwarts. When he finally let her come up for air, she looked around his living space with interest. It was filled with lighted candles and smelled wonderful, she thought.
Severus smiled as her eyes caught his. He gestured broadly to the glittering candles: "Harry. I do believe he expected you to say yes."
"Well, he knows how I feel about you, Severus."
She tilted her head up in a silent plea for another kiss. Severus, of course, complied. When they were once again breathless, he heard a faint whisper in his ear.
"Do you think he put candles in your classroom for us?" she said.
He stepped back from her with a wary expression.
"Perhaps."
"Should we go check?" she asked, grinning wildly and moving to the door. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione," he began, seriously. "We've just become engaged. Are you sure you want to - to, well, fulfill a teenaged fantasy tonight? I was rather thinking candlelight, roses, champagne -"
"But, Professor," said Hermione, pouting. "There's just something about your desk-"
And she quickly retrieved her wand from her purse and flicked it against her dress, which immediately morphed into a Hogwarts uniform - Head Girl badge and all. Severus' eyes darkened with desire.
"I suppose we could save the romance for our wedding night," he said, guiding her backwards towards the door. They stopped when her backside hit the frame. She flipped her wand once again, and Snape was garbed in his best teaching 'bat-robes.' He growled at her and she opened the door and, quickly getting her bearings, flew down the corridor and then down a flight of stairs to the Potions Classroom. Severus was close behind, robes billowing.
"You spent entirely too much time under that Invisibility Cloak with Potter," he grumbled as they neared the classroom, marveling that she knew exactly where she was going when she had never been to his chambers. He shook his head as she pointed her wand at the locked door and said 'Alohomora.'
They reached the room unnoticed, but as Hermione once again captured his lips in a rough and hungry kiss -- Severus fumbled in his sleeve for his wand, aiming it haphazardly at the door for locking and silencing charms. Quickly, without breaking their kiss, Hermione was maneuvered across the room, up the stairs and onto the desk. They continued relearning each others mouths as her sweater came off, the blouse was torn open and Severus discovered that she had neglected to wear any underthings.
"Did you plan this, love?" he whispered into her ear, before nipping it. He slid his hand underneath her skirt and began caressing her. She whimpered and grabbed the back of his neck. Snape and Hermione fell back onto the desk and he swiftly dropped his trousers and entered her. Severus then reared back and continued to caress her through the remains of her uniform as they frantically made love. She came quickly, calling his name loudly, and he followed her moments later. They tried then to catch their breath and grinned at each other. Hermione finally took a moment to look around the classroom and found that it was, indeed, filled with lighted candles. Courtesy of Harry, she thought ruefully.
Severus caught her gaze and merely shrugged.
"I may have mentioned to him that if things went well, we just might come here to celebrate," he said. "Maybe in passing."
After a moment, Hermione laughed and sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She shifted slightly to brush his lips with a gentle kiss, causing him to gasp softly.
"So, Professor Snape," she said. "Exactly when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?"
He smiled and shrugged again.
"I thought perhaps over the summer holidays?" he asked, devilishly.
"WHAT?!?" she exclaimed. "I don't think I want to wait that long. We've waited long enough already - how about on Christmas Eve?"
"Aren't you afraid that would be too soon?" he queried, as he began to caress her breasts once again. "I mean, you've kept me waiting all this time -"
Hermione gasped as his hands slid lower, to where they were still joined. She smiled coyly at him and replied: "Well, we've once again managed to forget our potion, so if I'm 7 months pregnant and huge at our wedding, don't blame me."
"Hmmmm," he murmured against her throat, dropping kisses as he went. "Then perhaps Christmas Eve would be appropriate. I'd hate for you to waddle down the aisle. And I do plan to get you pregnant as quickly as possible, my dear Miss Granger."
He slowly began moving in her once more and she lay back on the desk, happily. She watched him for a few moments as his muscles worked while he stood beside the desk. Pulling him down for a very gentle kiss, she was surprised to discover she was crying. Severus looked at her in concern.
"Are you all right, love?" he asked.
"Never better, love," she replied.
She leaned in to whisper into his ear: "And you didn't think this would be romantic."
It was that word, softly spoken, that finally broke down the final barrier to Hermione's heart. Cliché, yes, but as she sat staring at the man she loved, Hermione thought she could damn near hear it crashing to the floor. A flood, no a damned tidal wave of emotions hit her: a fading fury, love, lust, longing, amusement, giddiness and fear. 'Shit, I'm actually going to marry the greasy git, Professor Snape,' she realized.
She was unable to formulate any words, even one as simple as 'yes.' She sat, still speechless, for several moments as Severus stood nervously behind her. He chewed his lower lip, uncharacteristically, and sighed before moving to sit in the chair opposite her.
"I'm sorry. You still aren't ready for this are you," he said, it was a statement rather than a question. She continued to stare at him, obviously thinking. He decided that it didn't seem to be a good thought, either. Another sigh escaped him. "Just don't blame Harry, I talked him into it."
Under her intense and blazing gaze, Severus shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Gods, Hermione, say something," he pleaded. "People heard me propose, they are watching. Shit, throw the ring back at me, dump the champagne over my head and leave - anything. Don't just sit there."
Hermione finally cracked a small smile that startled him. 'Gods, I'm in for it now,' he thought.
She stood and moved to his side of the table and swiftly threw a leg over him. She settled onto his lap, astride him, and slowly lowered her lips to his. The soft kiss of reunion quickly turned into a deep, passionate kiss. Severus' hands quickly moved down Hermione's back and pulled her hard against him as she moaned slightly and began to rock.
Suddenly, they were aware of a strange noise and abruptly broke the kiss, blushing, as they realized what it was. Applause. Severus ducked his head and looked very uncomfortable, but he attempted to smile at Hermione. Hermione grinned wickedly back at him and at the folks applauding at the closer tables.
"So, I take it that means yes?" he said.
"Yes!" she said, and dipped her head down to capture his lips in yet another blistering kiss. When she let him up for air, he looked dazed, but managed to focus on the waiter that was hovering nearby and looking embarrassed. The waiter took the look as a sign that he could intrude and he sat down a plate full of appetizers that Hermione had apparently ordered.
"Check, please," Severus croaked out when Hermione's hand 'accidentally' brushed his erection as she stood. She returned to her seat and delicately picked up a tasty morsel.
"But our food just got here, Severus," said Hermione, when the waiter returned with the bill. Severus threw down enough money to cover the bill and the young man's embarrassment and grabbed Hermione by the hand, tugging her to her feet.
"Leave the food."
"But, Sev-"
"Leave the food."
Barely making it to the alleyway, Severus pulled Hermione close for another kiss and apparated with her to his quarters at Hogwarts. When he finally let her come up for air, she looked around his living space with interest. It was filled with lighted candles and smelled wonderful, she thought.
Severus smiled as her eyes caught his. He gestured broadly to the glittering candles: "Harry. I do believe he expected you to say yes."
"Well, he knows how I feel about you, Severus."
She tilted her head up in a silent plea for another kiss. Severus, of course, complied. When they were once again breathless, he heard a faint whisper in his ear.
"Do you think he put candles in your classroom for us?" she said.
He stepped back from her with a wary expression.
"Perhaps."
"Should we go check?" she asked, grinning wildly and moving to the door. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione," he began, seriously. "We've just become engaged. Are you sure you want to - to, well, fulfill a teenaged fantasy tonight? I was rather thinking candlelight, roses, champagne -"
"But, Professor," said Hermione, pouting. "There's just something about your desk-"
And she quickly retrieved her wand from her purse and flicked it against her dress, which immediately morphed into a Hogwarts uniform - Head Girl badge and all. Severus' eyes darkened with desire.
"I suppose we could save the romance for our wedding night," he said, guiding her backwards towards the door. They stopped when her backside hit the frame. She flipped her wand once again, and Snape was garbed in his best teaching 'bat-robes.' He growled at her and she opened the door and, quickly getting her bearings, flew down the corridor and then down a flight of stairs to the Potions Classroom. Severus was close behind, robes billowing.
"You spent entirely too much time under that Invisibility Cloak with Potter," he grumbled as they neared the classroom, marveling that she knew exactly where she was going when she had never been to his chambers. He shook his head as she pointed her wand at the locked door and said 'Alohomora.'
They reached the room unnoticed, but as Hermione once again captured his lips in a rough and hungry kiss -- Severus fumbled in his sleeve for his wand, aiming it haphazardly at the door for locking and silencing charms. Quickly, without breaking their kiss, Hermione was maneuvered across the room, up the stairs and onto the desk. They continued relearning each others mouths as her sweater came off, the blouse was torn open and Severus discovered that she had neglected to wear any underthings.
"Did you plan this, love?" he whispered into her ear, before nipping it. He slid his hand underneath her skirt and began caressing her. She whimpered and grabbed the back of his neck. Snape and Hermione fell back onto the desk and he swiftly dropped his trousers and entered her. Severus then reared back and continued to caress her through the remains of her uniform as they frantically made love. She came quickly, calling his name loudly, and he followed her moments later. They tried then to catch their breath and grinned at each other. Hermione finally took a moment to look around the classroom and found that it was, indeed, filled with lighted candles. Courtesy of Harry, she thought ruefully.
Severus caught her gaze and merely shrugged.
"I may have mentioned to him that if things went well, we just might come here to celebrate," he said. "Maybe in passing."
After a moment, Hermione laughed and sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She shifted slightly to brush his lips with a gentle kiss, causing him to gasp softly.
"So, Professor Snape," she said. "Exactly when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?"
He smiled and shrugged again.
"I thought perhaps over the summer holidays?" he asked, devilishly.
"WHAT?!?" she exclaimed. "I don't think I want to wait that long. We've waited long enough already - how about on Christmas Eve?"
"Aren't you afraid that would be too soon?" he queried, as he began to caress her breasts once again. "I mean, you've kept me waiting all this time -"
Hermione gasped as his hands slid lower, to where they were still joined. She smiled coyly at him and replied: "Well, we've once again managed to forget our potion, so if I'm 7 months pregnant and huge at our wedding, don't blame me."
"Hmmmm," he murmured against her throat, dropping kisses as he went. "Then perhaps Christmas Eve would be appropriate. I'd hate for you to waddle down the aisle. And I do plan to get you pregnant as quickly as possible, my dear Miss Granger."
He slowly began moving in her once more and she lay back on the desk, happily. She watched him for a few moments as his muscles worked while he stood beside the desk. Pulling him down for a very gentle kiss, she was surprised to discover she was crying. Severus looked at her in concern.
"Are you all right, love?" he asked.
"Never better, love," she replied.
She leaned in to whisper into his ear: "And you didn't think this would be romantic."