Cloak of Courage Chapter 11, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Anything you recognize from JK Rowling's books is not mine. Anything you don't recognize (i.e. the Call of the Blood) is either mine or a typical fanfiction plot device. Partly inspired by the Marriage Law Challenge on WIKTT. See Chapter 1 for full disclaimer. Author's Notes at the end.
Warning: This fic is SS/HG and includes character death, descriptions of abuse, and adult situations.

Cloak of Courage

WendyNat

Chapter 11

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The next morning, Hermione sighed, frustrated. She was trying to study for her NEWTs, but all she could think about was the feel of his lips on hers, interspersed with memories of the talk with the girls the evening before.

Just imagine, if he's as good with that tongue in bed as he is when he's insulting students…

She gave a loud groan and slammed the Charms book shut, holding her head in her hands until her elbows grew sore from being propped against the floor. When she glanced up at the clock, she saw that it was less than a half an hour before she was to meet Minerva. Not much point trying to get back to it now… by the time I get my mind on track it'll be time to leave, she realized. Normally she had no trouble immersing herself in her studies, but with everything that was happening… Perhaps after she returned from the trip with Minerva she would be more relaxed and better able to concentrate with the weight of the preparations, at least, off of her shoulders.

A half an hour. Well, until then, she'd just relax for a while. She rolled over and laid her head back against the carpet, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She didn't even notice when the first tendrils of need started to prickle her senses, but as she allowed her mind to wander freely it inexorably led her to the images she had tried to forget and the need blossomed and took her over.

Oh my God… Hermione, don't look! No, don't look!

They will pay. I will make them pay.

With a gasp, she sat upright. She could feel the pull of the books once more, not quite as strongly as the other morning, but still there… the need singing in her blood... She sat, arguing with herself for a time. It's not worth it, she chanted silently. An answering voice in her mind said, What's the harm? They aren't Books of the Blood, after all.

What if Severus walks in?

He's in class right now. And if he does walk in, I can just tell him I'm looking for the revealing charm he used on the journal.

Why not use what was at her disposal? Just reading from the simpler texts… what could be the harm? She was strong; they all told her that… wasn't that why Voldemort wanted her so badly? She could resist easily enough, especially since she had been forewarned about the true dangers… She would just learn a little more, enough to have something at hand if the opportunity should arise. Yes, she would learn just a little more… that had to be safe enough, with the Call not a factor… just a little more…

It wasn't until her fingers touched the smooth leather cover of the first book that she realized she was sitting on the floor in the bedroom, the trunk in front of her open.

Every step seems but a small one.

Shaking her head resolutely, she picked both of the books out of the trunk and went to her wardrobe. Standing on her toes, she reached up to the top shelf and pushed a pile of her summer clothes to the side, sliding the books back against the rear wall of the wardrobe, out of sight. Then she pulled the pile of clothes back and arranged it in front of the books.

Satisfied, she closed the door of the wardrobe firmly and sat on the long bench in front of the vanity table that Severus had placed in the room. Severus. She touched her lips unconsciously and smiled a little as she sat in front of the mirror… when she had thanked him for adding the piece of furniture to the room he had made some snide remark about women and their endless primping. She grinned as she recalled his terse words: I thought it a necessity if I should ever want to have access to my bathroom in the mornings, Hermione.

In a more content mood, she picked up her hairbrush. She needed to look presentable if she were going to Diagon Alley.

* * * * * *

A short time later, she and Minerva were walking along Diagon Alley. They had just left Gringott's, where Hermione had withdrawn ample supply of Galleons from her vault. After her parents had died, the Ministry was appointed her guardian in the Muggle world and – since she was of age in the Wizarding world - had transferred all of the property and converted Muggle money to her Gringott's vault. She fingered the purse in the pocket of her robes as she listened to Minerva describe the basic outline of the handfasting ceremony.

Minerva paused in her monologue and Hermione asked, "So, we don't see each other's cords or rings before the ceremony, then?" It was a rather comforting thought… it reminded Hermione of the Muggle custom to not allow the groom to see the bride's wedding dress prior to the wedding.

Minerva smiled and nodded. "Or the clothes that you will wear. It's tradition."

"I think it's a nice idea. Muggles do the same thing, with the clothes, at least. Usually they pick out the rings together, though."

Minerva glanced at her. "It can be rather exciting, really - it sometimes comes as quite a shock to see what the other person has chosen. You will each bring two cords – it's traditional to use four cords. Some couples have taken to using six cords or more, but that's seen as rather tacky, to be honest. Choosing only two forces you to think more deeply about what you're bringing to the union."

Hermione shook her head and stared straight ahead. "I'm not sure what I'm bringing to it, other than a burden to him, really." She glanced over at McGonagall. In a wry voice, she asked, "Is there a color that signifies that? Or one that signifies help in your spy duties?" The last was said in a low voice so that only Minerva could hear.

Minerva put a hand on her arm, stopping her. "Miss Granger. Hermione. I think you'll find you have quite a bit more to offer him than a burden." Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow. "Don't downplay the importance of companionship. He trusts very few people, but… if I may say so, Hermione… I think you very well could become someone that he trusts." Hermione shook her head slightly in disbelief, and Minerva said softly, "Hermione – there is no one else who can even come close to understanding the man. You two have something in common that I will not speak of openly here… but it is very significant that Severus won't feel as if you're judging him. No matter how often Albus or I assure him that we do not, I'm certain he doesn't believe."

Hermione was silent. What Minerva said made sense… she felt that way about him, after all… Minerva nodded sharply and they continued their walk. "Now, when we get to Madam Malkin's I will explain the significances of each color again. But first…" Minerva trailed off and led her into a small shop. "The ring."

Hermione was grateful for Professor McGonagall's presence as the older witch explained to the proprietor what they were looking for. The short man disappeared underneath the counter for a few moments and then stood with a large empty tray in his hands. "What kind of metal, Miss?"

Hermione thought for a moment. She didn't really see him as someone who would wear gold well, and the metal was notoriously vulnerable to damage from potions ingredients. Silver would react with too many potions, particularly the Wolfsbane that Severus brewed for Remus each month. "Platinum, I think." Minerva nodded her head in agreement.

With a wave of his wand, the tray was filled with a variety of platinum rings. She looked them over, dismissing a number of them immediately as unsuitable… she really didn't see Severus Snape wearing a ring with gemstones on it. Then, her eyes caught a ring near the center of the tray. It was quite simple at first glance, but when she lifted the ring from the tray, the light from the window hit it and revealed an elegant set of Celtic symbols subtly engraved on the surface.

"You have a good eye for subtleties, Miss. An excellent choice," the proprietor said. Hermione glanced over at McGonagall and, seeing the older woman's approval, she smiled and nodded, handing the ring over to be wrapped.

As they walked to Madam Malkin's, Minerva commented, "I have to say again, Hermione – you have more maturity and taste than other girls your age. That was an excellent choice, knowing Severus as I do."

Hermione smiled. "I've got to admit that I was tempted to get him a gold ring with a nice big ruby on it, but he might've thrown it at me." Minerva chuckled with approval.

"That I would have liked to see – Severus Snape wearing Gryffindor colors… but I'm afraid gold wouldn't do anything for his skin tone."

"I suppose not… and it's too weak for potions work," Hermione said as she followed Minerva through the door to Madam Malkin's. The store was quite empty and Madam Malkin appeared immediately, a smile blooming on her face when she saw Minerva.

"Professor McGonagall! So nice to see you – are you in need of some dress robes, perhaps?"

Minerva shook her head. "No, not this time, Madam Malkin. Miss Granger, here, has a handfasting ceremony to prepare for this weekend." Hermione smiled at the other woman's sudden scrutiny.

"A handfasting? Wonderful, wonderful! Well – come along, then – let's see what we can find for you." Madam Malkin moved towards the back of the store and Hermione followed at Minerva's urging. "Are you looking for something traditional or are you one of those… modern types?" The woman's tone left no doubt in Hermione's mind as to her opinion of 'those modern types.'

"Traditional, please, Madam Malkin. She is joining with an old pureblood family," Minerva said.

"Indeed?" Madam Malkin looked at her sharply then turned to one of the large wardrobes and waved her wand. When the wardrobe opened, Hermione could see that it was filled with gowns and cloaks of every color.

"Goodness… all those colors are traditional?" she couldn't stop herself from saying. When Madam Malkin gave her a strange look, she clarified, "Well, Muggles usually just wear white or ivory…" She trailed off, looking at Minerva pleadingly.

Minerva smiled. "White, then… Ivory wouldn't suit your coloring."

Madam Malkin nodded and with another wave of her wand, the other colors disappeared from the wardrobe. Minerva stepped forward and began to go through the gowns with quick flicks of her wand. She paused at one rather lovely gown for a moment before shaking her head.

"That one's nice," Hermione said. Minerva glanced over at her and nodded.

"Yes, it is, and it would suit you well… but the fabric is too thin. You're built a bit curvier than most… and with no underthings you'll need more support up top."

"No… underthings?" Hermione repeated.

Madam Malkin shot her a look and nodded. "I take it you haven't attended a handfasting before? No underthings, no shoes, no glamours or other magical preparations… It's tradition, bringing you one with nature, and avoiding an interruption in the natural flow of magic during the ceremony."

"Tradition," Hermione echoed numbly. No bra? Minerva continued to sort through the dresses and she moved to stand beside the older woman. "How about that one?" It was a long flowing gown with delicate silver embroidery along the hem. The top appeared to have a second layer of thicker material, and while it was sleeveless the shoulder straps were thick enough to actually lend some support while still giving an elegant look.

Madam Malkin pulled the gown out of the wardrobe and Hermione loved the way the fabric flowed – some sort of silky material, but thick enough to not be see-through. "Yes… I think this will be quite lovely. Here-" With a wave of the shop owner's wand Hermione's regular robes disappeared and were replaced by the gown. A frown of concentration on her face, Madam Malkin moved her wand over the material, adjusting the fit. Finally she stepped back and both she and Minerva gazed at her admiringly.

"Perfect," Minerva said. "Come and see…" Taking Hermione's hand, she led her in front of the mirrors. When she caught sight of herself, she couldn't help but smile. The gown was perfect… the bodice hugged her curves without looking indecent, the waist was closely fitted and the skirt of the gown flared out gently just below it, the white fabric swirling beautifully as she moved. She turned and saw that it scooped gracefully to the middle of her back where three pearl buttons held it in place.

"Perfect," she echoed. Madam Malkin brought her the matching white cloak, also embroidered along the hem with delicate silver stitching. "I'll definitely get this set."

They spent more time in Madam Malkin's while Hermione chose the two cord colors… Minerva's tutoring in the meanings of each ringing in her ears. As Madam Malkin wrapped her purchases, Minerva said quietly, "Well done, Miss Granger. You chose well."

Hermione didn't answer immediately, instead taking the package from Madam Malkin and handing over the necessary Galleons. As they exited the store, she spoke. "Thank you, Minerva. For all of your help."

"You're quite welcome, my dear. Now… I think we should stop and get some lunch before returning, don't you, Hermione?" Hermione agreed quickly, the rumbling in her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten much that day. A short time later, they were seated in the Leaky Cauldron, hungrily attacking their meals. Eventually, the subject of discussion turned, inevitably, to Severus.

"He was awkward, painfully awkward, as a teenager," Minerva said, her eyes distant as she recalled Severus' school days. "I was pleasantly surprised – shocked, even - when he returned to teach. He was definitely not awkward any longer… he had become confident in his own body, I think… and he cut a very impressive figure. He still does. Who would have believed that that twitchy teenager would gain such a fluidity of movement…" Hermione swallowed hard… it was one of the things she found most enthralling about him. Minerva nodded. "He learned a true sensuality of movement – it's a real thing of beauty to see him in a duel."

Hermione nodded. "I didn't find him remotely appealing at the time, but when he dueled Lockhart back in my second year… even I noticed that." Minerva grinned wickedly.

"I heard about the incident… I only wish I had been able to attend. I understand it was quite a sight."

"Well, like I said, I didn't really appreciate it at the time. I had that silly crush on Lockhart…"

"As did most of the young women that year," Minerva said, shaking her head. Hermione shrugged.

"I was twelve, what can I say." She paused a moment before gathering the courage to ask, "Has he always… had that voice?"

Minerva sat back with a small smile. "He does have a mesmerizing voice, doesn't he? It owes equal parts to nature and practice. Oh, it was there – the raw material, when he was a student… but when he left Hogwarts it really blossomed, became polished… like I said, he was trained well. I obviously can't condone the method of his learning, but no one can deny its benefits. It just goes to prove that no experience is entirely negative."

Hermione understood the double-layered meaning in Minerva's final comment, and she nodded slowly. No experience is entirely negative… The Marriage Law, being forced to choose between her Professor and Draco Malfoy… no, even that wasn't entirely negative. Far more negative than positive, of course… but there were a few bright spots. She was getting to know Severus, she supposed. At times, he seemed quite different from the man she knew in the classroom. "It almost… it almost seems sometimes, that he's… I don't know. A different person? I guess everyone is. It's just hard to… to reconcile the Professor Snape I knew in the classroom with Severus, I guess."

Minerva appeared to consider her response carefully. "We are all different people in different situations, Hermione. The essence remains the same, however."

Hermione snorted. "Then I suppose his essence is snarky. That seems to stay no matter what."

Minerva smiled. "Yes, Severus without his sarcasm just isn't Severus, is he? Or without his little fits of temper."

Hermione frowned. "I wonder what it will be like, really living with him. He does have an awful temper… he's been pretty good this past week, but I'm sure that over time he'll get over that." Minerva chuckled in agreement. Hermione sighed. "Well, at least he keeps his response to it under control. Usually."

The older witch eyed her a moment before saying, "I feel confident that you can handle his temper, Hermione. And if you can't, you can always fall back on the… how should I put this? Typical female persuasion techniques."

"I don't think crying will have any effect on him, Minerva." Hermione gave her a sad smile. "It's what Mum used to do when Daddy…" Her voice trailed off. Giving herself a little shake, she added in a brisk tone, "I don't think tears would sway Professor Snape."

"No, definitely not. That would just irritate him… every man is different in that regard. And, as a teacher, we run into a fair number of crying young people… it loses its novelty rather quickly, I'm afraid," Minerva said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just keep in mind that he's still a man, Hermione."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, curious.

"There's one thing most men are vulnerable to… you're a lovely young woman, Hermione - use it to your advantage."

Hermione felt her cheeks go pink at the insinuation. She shook her head quickly, stammering, "He's… I… I don't think that would work for me."

"Why ever not?"

"He's… I'm… well, he's a lot more experienced than I am," she said in a rush, fiddling with her fork. That's definitely an understatement…

Minerva raised her eyebrows. "Well, then you would have the element of surprise on your side, wouldn't you?" Hermione shrugged weakly and Minerva eyed her keenly. "Are you nervous?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. Minerva's eyes softened as she said, "I realize that this is easier said than done, but try not to be, Hermione. He will take care of you… and once you're more comfortable with everything, you can take the lead on occasion."

Hermione felt her cheeks go from pink to scalding red. Minerva eyed her questioningly and Hermione said, "I just can't believe I'm discussing me and my ex-Potions Master's future sex life with my ex-Transfiguration professor, is all."

Minerva just laughed.

* * * * * *

The rest of that day and the next were spent immersed in her books, studying furiously for the NEWTs. She still felt the pull of the Dark Arts books, but the urgency of only having two days left to study overshadowed everything else. Friday morning she woke before dawn, as she had the previous morning, and crawled out of bed after carefully untangling herself from Severus. She had gotten better at moving around without waking him. After a quick wash, she slipped out of the bedroom and into the study, seating herself at his desk and opening her books. She still had a couple of hours before the tests, and she wanted to do as much reviewing as she could.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, eyes roaming over her textbooks, before she heard a low voice ask, "Would you object to dining in the rooms today, Hermione? I'm afraid I don't trust Malfoy… he is likely to have heard by now that the handfasting – and the casting of the Fidelity charm – is scheduled for tomorrow." Dumbledore had delayed requesting the Ministry presence until the evening before in order to throw off any plans that Malfoy may have had.

Hermione looked up and nodded in agreement. "That's fine… it'll give me more time to study this morning." She saw Severus sneer, and she put down her quill impatiently. "What?"

"I told you, Hermione, you could have passed those tests without picking up a textbook all week," he said irritably, stepping over to the fireplace to floo the kitchens.

She shrugged. "Maybe. But I want to do well on them, not just pass them. Let me have my little quirks – Merlin knows you have enough of your own," she bit out. Belatedly she realized what she had said and she looked up quickly, intent on apologizing, until she saw the fleeting smile cross his face.

"Very well. I will inform Potter that his…services… are not required today."

She nodded absently, already looking back at her textbooks. When breakfast arrived, she began to rise from the chair but sank back down at Snape's imperious gesture. "I am allowing you your little… quirk… Miss Granger. Here," he said, bringing the tray to the desk. When she thanked him, he waved his hand negligently. "I will see you this evening, then? Do try not to spill anything on my desk."

She grinned. "Yes, sir," she said mockingly.

"I rather like the sound of that… you have become far too disrespectful in your mode of address," he said, smirking. Damned sexy smirk. I bet he knows it, too. "Or is this yet another thing that I should not get used to?"

"That last bit you said about covers it," she said. He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"As I thought," he said, bending over the desk to brush his lips against hers. She leaned into the contact, inwardly both cursing and blessing him for it… how was she supposed to get any studying done if he kept doing things like that? Being… charming… and kissing her? "Goodbye, then, Hermione. And good luck." With that, he swept out of the rooms. Shaking her head, she bent back over her books and tried to forget the brief exchange as she studied and ate.

Hours later, she stepped out of the fireplace, exhausted. The tests had been grueling, but she thought she had done well on them. Two of the examiners had been easy to read, and she could tell that they were impressed with her practicals… the others had been more difficult to judge, but she felt she had performed well. Not as well, perhaps, as she would have with extra months of class and study, but well enough.

Sighing, she pulled off her outer robes and collapsed on the couch, leaning her head back. She felt as if a huge weight had lifted from her shoulders, and the relief she felt was enormous. She sat there for a long time, mind blissfully blank, until her eyes slipped closed and she fell into a light slumber.

* * * * * *

When Severus returned to the rooms after his final class, he found her still on the couch, asleep. He couldn't hold back a smile and on his way to the fireplace to request dinner he conjured a blanket and covered her with it. After speaking to the Head Elf in the kitchens, he pulled off his outer robes and sat in the armchair opposite the couch. Chin propped on one hand, he contemplated the young woman sleeping across from him. She looked… young… curled up like that, he decided, frowning. Innocent.

He sighed, then. He remembered all too well his reaction upon hearing that not only was Weasley a one-time fling, but it was her only fling, so to speak. Why Merlin had seen fit to curse him with an inexperienced, nervous young woman to seduce he would never know. Though he had to admit, privately, that it could have been far worse – any number of possible scenarios came to mind that would fit that category… Pansy Parkinson, one of those two empty-headed twits that Hermione insisted on consorting with, or – even worse - a Hufflepuff… he shuddered at the thought.

He continued to watch her in silence until dinner arrived. Then he stood and bent over her, somehow reluctant to wake her. But she did need to eat. "Hermione," he said curtly, shaking her arm. She blinked, looking around in confusion.

"How long was I asleep?"

"As I'm not aware of when you returned, I cannot answer that question. But it is now time to eat," he said. She sat up and followed him to the table. As they ate, Severus asked about her tests, and she told him her thoughts on the examiners. Eventually they began to speak about his NEWTs, which led to a discussion of his own school years at Hogwarts.

"I was a rather… awkward… adolescent." That's quite the understatement, he thought wryly.

"What changed that? The Death Eaters?"

"In a fashion. But not precisely." He saw her head tilt in inquiry and he sighed irritably. "Lucius Malfoy, actually. He was appointed as my mentor when I joined and after graduation he saw fit to… mentor… me in things beyond what the Dark Lord requested. Women, the importance of a physical presence… many things. Over time, I adapted his early teachings to better fit my… unique characteristics." He eyed her speculatively. "Haven't you noticed the difference in the way young Malfoy carries himself this year?"

Hermione nodded slowly. "He's… it's like he's gone from arrogant to confident… the way he carries himself, at least. His mouth is still as ignorant and arrogant as always, though." Severus smirked at that statement. "He got the Dark Mark over the summer, didn't he?"

"Very good, Hermione. Yes, Draco received the Dark Mark this summer, and Lucius began his training at that time." Severus stared into his teacup. "As… distasteful as Lucius Malfoy can be, it cannot be denied that he has a certain… elegance of form. He cuts an impressive figure. I have my doubts whether Draco will ever be able to come close to his father in that respect."

She shook her head scathingly. "I think he's trying to copy you, not Lucius." Severus looked at her sharply, surprised. Although it made a certain amount of sense – there had always been a strange sort of competition between father and son. Hermione continued, "He tried, you know, that first morning. It was really a pretty pathetic attempt. His voice isn't right. And his version of the trademark Snape Smirk... it was all wrong. He's just too pretty," she said, her tone laced with contempt.

Severus had to laugh at that. The trademark Snape Smirk? "Well, that's one thing we both agree on – I have no danger of being called pretty." He raised an eyebrow. "Some women, to Lucius' dismay – and Draco's, I'm sure – are not attracted to pretty men. It was rather interesting to see his reactions when we ran into that type after meetings."

"After the meetings? But I thought… don't the meetings… I mean… I heard…" she trailed off, her face uncertain. He frowned at her for a moment before realizing what she was haltingly referring to.

Severus shook his head, snorting in derision. "Ah, yes… those ridiculous rumors. The mythology surrounding Death Eaters and our clandestine meetings is laughable. Mass tortures, orgies, dozens of victims… am I covering it all?" Hermione's face had flushed in embarrassment. "Where people get these foolish notions… how much sense would that make?"

She straightened in her chair and met his gaze evenly. "Well, how much sense does the idea that Muggleborns are inferior make?"

Severus conceded the point. "A valid statement." He caught her eyes, then, and said, "I assure you, Hermione, the Dark Lord does not call us in front of him so that he can watch a mass orgy." His mouth twisted into a sneer. "No, I'm afraid the meetings are simply filled with commands and instructions, simple discussions such as how to take over the world. We certainly wouldn't have time to… indulge… in the activities which we are rumored to. It's like any other group, though obviously the Death Eaters gather for a much more nefarious purpose than a Quidditch club. After the meeting the members go out together to unwind and socialize, although the Death Eaters generally frequent Knockturn Alley rather than the Leaky Cauldron."

"And… Knockturn Alley is where you… um… got your training, I suppose?" Hermione asked. He nodded slowly, staring at her large brown eyes, struck once again by her innocence. Reminded once again that he would have to be very careful in their… intimacies… to avoid frightening her. He let out a sigh at the thought.

She opened her mouth and he braced himself for the next question. To his surprise, she didn't ask him anything further about his past. "But… didn't… I mean, in the raids, maybe not at the meetings… doesn't anyone get, you know, out of hand? The Call must be fairly strong…"

He nodded slowly, watching her shrewdly. She was too perceptive by half… it would do him well to keep that in mind. "Indeed. Some of the lesser Death Eaters do, more often than not, take advantage of the situation during a Muggle raid. But the Dark Lord admires restraint, and focus… Sexual acts generally cloud a man's vision. Malfoy is the only one of Inner Circle to… participate… in those types of activities during a raid."

She was chewing on her bottom lip, and he sighed inwardly, steeling himself for the barrage of questions. "If the Dark Lord admires restraint, why does he let the lesser Death Eaters get away with it?"

Severus shook his head. "The more like a typical Muggle break-in it appears to be, the more likely the Ministry will keep its nose away – safe in the assumption that it was Muggle-on-Muggle violence. Generally the Imperius curse is employed… although some, such as Malfoy, prefer a more… classic approach." He took a sip of his tea, avoiding her eyes and hoping it was the end of the questioning. The girl could be quite tiresome.

Unfortunately, it was not. "Draco is very much like his father in some ways, isn't he?"

He froze at the statement before nodding slowly. "Yes. But without Lucius' intelligence. He will never rise high in the ranks, despite what Lucius may wish to believe."

"How did Lucius rise so high, if the Dark Lord appreciates restraint so much?"

Severus' fingers tapped on the edge of his cup. Finally, he said, "He is a… special case. His money, connections… and, despite his… appetites… he is quite intelligent."

Hermione looked down at her hands. "A special case. Like… like I would be a special case, right? I mean, he did promise the others that they could… um… share me at a meeting, right?"

Not for the first time, he found himself wishing that she had a weaker memory. Or was slower at making connections. "On occasion, there may be someone with a personal vendetta that will be indulged… it is rare, but it does happen. And so there will be a special meeting called, to… address… the vendetta. Not often, of course… particularly when members of the Wizarding world are involved… it would work against the cause. The Dark Lord wishes to promote fear, not cause the entire community to go up in arms. And he is also not interesting in winning the War only to rule over a handful of people." He took a sip of his tea, and smirked. "Not to mention, most Death Eater wives are not the most trusting sort, for rather obvious reasons. The Fidelity charm is used rather frequently in those marriages. Although Malfoy has discovered a way to nullify – or, rather, shroud - the charm, for a short time."

Hermione frowned. "Then why did Draco say he wanted to… to have me before the Fidelity charm is cast?" Her voice was even, but Severus felt a surge of anger as he recalled Draco's threat, and his eyes narrowed. If the opportunity ever presented itself, he would relish killing the boy. He put down the teacup and steepled his fingers, breathing in deeply to calm himself, before he replied.

In a smooth voice, he said, "I believe Lucius and Draco were hoping to change the Dark Lord's mind, convince him that you truly lust after Draco. A quick Imperius, and they would have the necessary images to present to the Dark Lord. And once again Lucius' position would rise in the Circle, particularly if they could prove that I lied to the Dark Lord." He stood then and moved across the room to stand in front of the fireplace, staring into its depths.

"Oh. But… if he knows how to break it, can't he just do the same thing after handfasting?" she asked shrewdly.

Severus turned to face her and saw that she had also left her seat and was standing near him. "Because when the Fidelity charm is shrouded, it acts as a short-term nullification only. The shrouding is like… a layer, on top of the original charm. Any other charm - or curse - that is cast will wipe away that layer, exposing the Fidelity charm once more. So you see, it will be impossible for Draco to cast the Imperius on you and… have you…once the Fidelity charm is cast. He would have to persuade you of your own free will-" She snorted loudly at that, a look of disgust on her face, and he smiled wryly. "Precisely. So you see why Draco was intent on getting to you prior to the handfasting. The plan will not work, otherwise."

"Oh… well, that's a relief," Hermione said. She looked down uncertainly. He eyed her shrewdly and with a practiced motion, placed a gentle hand under her chin and lifted her head.

"Yes. It is," he said, giving her a meaningful look, pleased when he saw the effect the statement had on her. Sometimes it all seemed too easy, he reflected as he bent to kiss her. This time, he allowed his mouth to linger on hers longer than their previous touches, and he was mildly surprised when she put her arms around his neck and held him close.

The nearness of her body, pressed against his, caused a predictable reaction in his own body and she gasped slightly, pulling back and letting her arms slide down to his chest. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, feel it in the tenseness of her muscles. Biting back a sigh, he murmured, "Don't be nervous. Miss Granger – Hermione. I will not do anything to frighten you." Definitely not. That wouldn't work in my favor at all. Gazing down at her, he said, "I would say that I won't do anything that you don't wish me to, but I'm afraid that's rather out of my hands." He forced a note of regret into his voice.

"It's… it's not that I don't wish to… I mean…" her voice faltered and he rubbed her back soothingly, intensely curious to hear what she had to say. "I just… you've… you're so much more experienced than I am, and I don't know… I'm not sure…"

Ah. So that was it. Interesting, that she was having the same concerns that he was, only from the opposite angle. "Hermione – I do not expect anything from you. I am… aware… of your relative lack of experience. Just do whatever you're comfortable with." After a moment he added teasingly, "You will not be graded on this, you know."

She blushed and looked down, her curly hair brushing against his chin. "Um… well, I'd better… I'd better get to bed." He loosened his hold on her and nodded.

"Yes. We have a busy day tomorrow, indeed."

She eagerly latched onto the statement, as he knew she would. "Yes… right… Minerva is expecting me early. She said there's quite a bit of preparation, before the… the ceremony."

"Yes, for us both. I will likely be gone before you are awake, Hermione." He saw her mouth open and forestalled her question with a raised hand. "It's a secret." He smirked and was pleased to see her answering smile.

He gestured her to precede him to the bedroom and he couldn't help but fix his gaze on her body, eyeing the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips… And he suddenly found that he was very much looking forward to the next evening.

Yes, he would do what he must… and, if what he must do and what he wanted to do just happened to be one and the same in this instance – who was he to complain?

* * * * * *

The next morning, Severus was gone before she awoke. She recalled what he had said about preparations, and swallowed hard before crawling out of the bed. The rumpled bedcovers of the cot caught her eye, and a mixture of nervousness and anticipation swept through her as she realized that it would no longer be used. They would be sharing the bed that night… and for the foreseeable future.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, hugging her arms around herself. Despite his assurances from the previous evening, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive. She was accustomed to knowing everything she could about a subject before embarking on a new venture… She laughed shortly, remembering the other students' reactions when they found out she had read the entire Hogwarts: A History before she even stepped foot in the magical school. She had to know everything she could before coming… But there were no books to assist her in this… she giggled aloud, thinking up possible titles. Death Eaters: Mating Practices and Rituals… or Your Ex-Death Eater Spy – Pleasuring Him and Being Pleasured in Turn…or, even better - Severus Snape: What Is Real and What Is an Act.

She sighed, then. She assumed he didn't find her completely abhorrent… she had noticed his response to their kiss the night before, and even that innocent contact had brought him to attention, so to speak. She smiled slightly, blushing at the thought. At least she knew she had some sort of effect on him – physically, at least. Gods knew he had a physical effect on her.

Shaking her head, she stood and peeked into the study, wondering if he might still be in the chambers. He wasn't, but she smiled when she saw that he had left her some breakfast on the table. Quickly eating and brushing her teeth, she recalled Minerva's orders not to do anything with her hair and settled for just running a brush through it.

Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was time. A quick toss of floo powder, and she stood in Minerva's study, looking around with interest. It was quite similar to Severus' – to their – study, except for the colors. Minerva appeared and greeted her with a smile before whisking her off to the bathroom.

Four hours later the preparations were complete – all natural, all traditional, Hermione thought – berry juice on her lips, a light amount of kohl lining her eyelids, numerous mixtures on her skin and hair, her hair up in an elegant twist – pinned in place with what seemed like hundreds of pins. She had to admit that the reflection staring back at her was rather stunning.

And then it was time. Minerva led her through some secret corridors to the edge of a courtyard that the older witch informed her had been warded against unwelcome guests. It seemed Dumbledore had thought of everything.

Minerva had spent quite some time that morning coaching her on the ceremony and the words that would be spoken. Her former Professor had admitted, with a long-suffering sigh, that Dumbledore would likely change some of the standard phrases to ones of his own working.

She and Minerva passed through the warded barrier into the magically warmed courtyard. Hermione bent slightly to kick off her shoes and then raised her head, blinking as she took in the circle of people who were gathered to witness her marriage. Members of the Order, her friends, a number of the Professors… she smiled when she saw Harry, standing to the left of the circle with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati. She knew from Minerva's coaching that Severus would approach the circle from the opposite side, and that it wouldn't part to admit him until she stood before the altar. Until she stood before the Headmaster.

As they neared the circle, two of the gathered people moved to either side, creating an opening in the circle for her to walk through. Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt, both members of the Order and people that she counted as friends. She smiled at the two men, and they both gave her small bows of acknowledgement. Minerva stopped next to Kingsley and gave her hand a quick squeeze before she released it. "Go on, child." Hermione nodded and took a deep breath, and she was gratified to see Remus' quick wink of encouragement as she passed through into the center of the circle. The grass tickled her bare feet as she walked towards the altar. She noted the two Ministry representatives, looking bored, standing off to the side unobtrusively.

As she came closer she could see that Dumbledore, too, was bare of foot beneath his dark blue robes. The robes were magnificent, with gold threads woven throughout, and he looked every inch the powerful wizard that he was. He gave her a gentle smile when he noticed her regard and she smiled back hesitantly. She stepped up to the altar, facing Dumbledore, and she was aware of a dark figure stepping up to stand beside her. Before she could turn and look, Dumbledore began the ceremony.

"Hermione and Severus… Know now that since your lives have crossed, you have formed ties between each other. The promises you make today and the ties that are bound here will cross the years and will greatly strengthen your union. With full awareness, know that you declare your intent to be handfasted. Do you still seek to enter this ceremony?"

She said the traditional response, her voice blending with Snape's deeper velvety tones. "Yes, we seek to enter."

Dumbledore nodded gravely and continued, "And have you chosen cords which symbolize that which you each bring to this union?"

"We have." Reaching out their hands, they both held out their cords to the Headmaster, and she looked with interest at the colors Severus had chosen. The silver, signifying protection – among other things - was not a surprise, but when she saw his second cord her mouth dropped open. It was red. The same color that she had chosen for one of her cords. Courage, strength, passion… she stole a glance at her soon-to-be husband and saw that he was staring at her cords just as intently as she had gazed at his. When he raised his head their eyes met, and the smoldering in his black gaze shocked her. The Headmaster took the cords in his hands with a grave gesture.

Her mind supplied the next step and obediently she turned towards Severus, facing him fully for the first time, and her breath caught at the sight. His hair was pulled back with a black cord, and he was wearing an untucked black shirt and trousers, both of a very fine fabric, with a dress cloak over top. The cloak was also black, but of a much richer material than anything she had seen him wear previously. The cloak was shot through with silver stitching and along the hem a variety of Celtic symbols was embroidered in the same silver stitching – matching the silver symbols embroidered around the hem of his shirt. She felt an intense sense of relief that Colin Creevey was present and taking photos… she would love to see the image that they made together – her flowing white next to his flowing black. She suddenly realized that he, too, was taking in her figure with his eyes, and when he raised them to meet hers there was something unreadable in them.

"The knots of this binding will not be formed by these cords, but rather by your vows. For as always, you hold in your own hands the making or breaking of this union. As a symbol of the promises you will make here today, exchange the rings which you have each chosen for the other."

This part of the ceremony reminded her of the Muggle weddings she had attended, and it hit her, This is really happening. Right now, it's happening. With a shaking hand, she drew the ring out and slid it onto his left hand while he did the same. The heavy platinum caught the sunlight, the brightness making the subtly engraved Celtic symbols glow. She didn't have long to look, however, as her attention was distracted by the feel of a ring being slid onto her own left hand. When she saw the ring he had chosen, she looked up at him with shock. It was the companion ring to the one she had selected… what were the odds? She watched him closely, waiting to see his reaction when he came to the same realization. After glancing down at the ring on his own hand he lifted his head and stared at her thoughtfully.

Albus looked from one to the other and smiled in an almost smug manner. "Join your hands."

She reached out and they joined hands as Minerva had coached her – right to right and left to left with their left hands – their ring hands – on top. She remembered asking Minerva why both sets of hands were to be joined, and the Professor had just smiled at her and told her to envision it from above. A figure eight. The ancient symbol of infinity. Infinity… Oh, Gods…She closed her eyes briefly, trying to steady her breathing… and then she felt his warm hands tighten on hers reassuringly and she opened her eyes to see a ghost of his familiar smirk on his face. The sight grounded her, and she was able to pay full attention to the words that Albus spoke next.

"Will you honor and respect one another, and seek to never break that honor?"

"We will." I already respect him…

Albus draped the blue cord around their wrists and over their hands. "And so the first binding is made.

"Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?"

"We will." He's already been easing it… holding me as I sleep…keeping the dreams, the pain, at bay…

The silver cord was coiled around their wrists and hands. "And so the binding is made.

"Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?

"We will." I wonder if he will share his burdens with me? Or am I his only true burden right now?

One of the red cords was draped over their hands. She stared, transfixed, as the ends of the cord blew in the light breeze. Like a red flame, dancing… "And so the binding is made.

"Will you share each other's laughter, and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"

"We will." I hope I hear his laughter more often… I never imagined it would be such a beautiful sound…

The final cord, also red, was placed over their hands. "And so the binding is made."

Taking the two ends of the blue cord, Albus tied a knot and intoned, "You are bound in blue. Hermione seeks to bring to this union sincerity, understanding, patience, and loyalty." Severus stared at her, his eyes strangely soft as Albus spoke.

Next, the Headmaster tied a knot with the silver cord. "You are bound in silver. Severus seeks to bring to this union inspiration, protection, creativity, and the power of the unconscious mind." Hermione smiled at the dark-haired man shyly. He met her eyes levelly – a serious expression on his face. Protection… the truth of that was absolute. She felt her heart flutter at the recognition of its importance to him.

When Albus pulled together the four ends of the two red cords, he paused for a moment, looking at each in turn before tying the third and final knot. "You are bound in red. Both of you seek to bring passion, will, strength, and courage to this union. The major binding of this union is red. May this final binding, the major binding, augment the strength and passion of your marriage.

"Hermione and Severus, as your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of honor and trust. Above you is the sun and below you is the earth. Like the sun your marriage should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow. Bound together, you are now two parts of one whole, male and female, husband and wife. May the Gods celebrate your union."

With this, Albus stepped back and the Ministry workers raised their wands. Snape moved towards her, pulling her closer with their bound hands, and leaned down to kiss her gently. She was barely aware of the soft white and yellow flashes from the various charms that were being cast on them… the only thing that existed for her was the feel of her husband's lips on hers.

When they pulled back, Albus stepped forward and removed the cords with a smile, laying them on the altar cloth. She was startled to see that the Ministry representatives had already left, and she wondered precisely how long she and Severus had stood there, oblivious to their surroundings. Looking up at him, she gave him a hesitant smile. A small curve of his lips answered her. "Come. I think there are some who wish to speak with you."

Looking around, she saw her friends move away from the rest of the circle. Harry caught her eye and smiled, a trifle sadly, and she felt a twinge of guilt. Tugging lightly on Severus' arm and giving him a pleading look – to which he simply rolled his eyes - she led the way over to her friends.

"Harry, I'm –" Hermione's words were cut off by a strange guttural sound. Looking around with alarm, she realized that it came from Lavender. Harry's head whipped around at the sound and he stared at the blonde girl with a strangely expectant, knowing expression.

"Lavender – are you all right?" Hermione asked. Suddenly, Lavender's eyes rolled back in her head and her hands clutched at Hermione's free arm.

"Miss Brown! Miss Patil, calm yourself!" Snape's stern hiss cut off Parvati's shriek before it was completely formed, and then everyone fell silent as Lavender began to speak in an unnaturally deep voice…

"The key to ensure light over shadows prevail

Is in the blood of the friend, bound in red

From dark to light, from despair to hope

From stag to blade, from blade to flesh

Betrayal brings hope, loyalty brings ruin

Blood rites will conquer the shadow

And the Dark Lord will be dead."

There was absolute silence for a moment, and then Harry stepped forward and grabbed Lavender's hands, pulling her carefully away from Hermione. The blonde girl blinked a couple of times dazedly, then focused on Hermione and Snape. "Congratulations, Hermione, Professor Snape."

"Miss Brown?"

"What?" Lavender looked at the others questioningly, obviously confused by their startled expressions. "What is it?"

Harry shook his head. "Do you have any idea what you just said, Lavender? Before the 'What is it?' I mean."

Lavender looked at Harry. "What are you talking about Harry? I just told you Hermione looked really beautiful today, and then I told them congratulations." Something seemed to strike the young woman, then, and she blinked slowly. "But… how did you two get over here so quickly? You were still in front of the altar when I told Harry…"

Parvati finally found her voice. "You just made a prophecy, Lavender! Professor Trelawney was right – you do have the gift!" Lavender's eyes lit up and the two girls let out an excited squeal.

Severus was staring at the two girls with distaste, his lips curled into a sneer, and Hermione would have rolled her eyes if she wasn't still musing over the cryptic words. A cold chill went through her and when she glanced over she saw that Harry was gazing at her with a strange expression – like mingled shock and fear.

Blood of the friend, bound in red…

You are bound in red…

Harry had reached the same conclusion that she had. She opened her mouth to speak, but was forestalled by Severus' hand on her arm. "Albus," he said curtly, looking over her shoulder. She turned and saw the older wizard standing behind her. "Did you hear?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Yes, Severus."

"Do you know what it means?" Ginny asked, her eyes on Hermione.

Albus shook his head. "That, I do not, Miss Weasley. Though some parts seem apparent…" Serious blue eyes bore into Hermione's, and she was grateful for Severus' hand on her arm, supporting her as she locked gazes with the Headmaster. "I am more relieved than you can know, Hermione, that you chose this path. You have granted us hope. Blood of the friend… bound in red…" The silver-haired wizard looked pointedly at the cords still lying on the altar.

"The binding… and I'm Harry's friend… but…me, Professor? I hold the key? How could I hold the key…" Her stomach twisted. A firm arm circling around her shoulders helped to calm her, and she stared up at Snape numbly.

"Relax, Hermione." Snape shot Dumbledore a scathing look. "Albus, you know that prophecies are vague at best, and completely misleading at worst. Before we jump to any conclusions, perhaps we should analyze Miss Brown's words further? It was a rather cryptic message." She saw Harry's tense form relax at Severus' words, and beside him Ginny was nodding emphatically. Parvati and Lavender were oblivious to the others, still basking in the glow of Lavender's newfound skill.

"Yes, of course, Severus. Hermione – my apologies." Albus looked around at the people standing in the courtyard, and audibly sighed with relief. "At least one thing worked in our favor – the Ministry representatives left before Miss Brown's pronouncement."

Severus nodded and dropped his arm from around her shoulders. "Indeed. It would not do for Malfoy to hear of it… he would jump to the same conclusions as you did, I am sure." Glancing around darkly, he said, "And who else may have heard, do you think? You were at a better vantage point to view the… episode, Albus."

"Just those who were in the immediate vicinity. When I recognized the signs, I cast a silencing ring around where you stood. Harry, Miss Weasley, Misses Brown and Patil," Albus said slowly. "And the two of you, of course."

Severus stared at Albus unblinkingly, and Hermione wondered what he was trying to silently convey. After a few minutes of being stared down, Albus shook his head firmly. "No, Severus. I understand your concerns, but I will not allow her to be Obliviated. I think if we inform Miss Patil of the seriousness of the situation, she can be convinced to keep silent."

"How about a wand-oath, to be certain, sir?" Harry asked in a confident voice. "From Parvati and Lavender both – they're not used to keeping things quiet, and I don't want to risk Hermione." This last bit was said with steel in the young man's voice, and his face was hard and unyielding. He had never reminded her of Severus before, but with that expression on his face…

Severus stared at Harry with an equally unyielding expression and nodded. "I agree with you, Potter. I also don't desire to wager Hermione's life on their abilities to remain silent."

"Very well," Albus said. He waved the two girls over and explained the seriousness of the situation, making it sound as if they were the ones in danger if Voldemort should hear of it. Hermione was impressed – the Headmaster didn't lie once, he just left enough innuendos and insinuations that the two girls came to the conclusion on their own. In a matter of moments, they had both agreed to give wand-oaths not to speak of the prophecy or Lavender's newfound ability.

"Even to Professor Trelawney," Harry said in a cool voice.

"Even to anyone, in any form," Severus corrected in an even colder voice. The girls visibly cowered under his hard gaze and they quickly pulled out their wands and spoke the incantation before vowing to communicate with no one other than Dumbledore, Harry, or Severus regarding the prophecy and Lavender's ability. A blue glow suffused their wands for a moment before fading.

It was then that Hermione realized Severus hadn't demanded the same oath from Ginny. Confused, she looked up at him and he seemed to read the question in her eyes. He bent down and put his mouth close to her ear, whispering, "Miss Weasley has a great deal more sense than these other two… and as the majority of her family is in the Order she will no doubt be involved in discussions concerning the prophecy." She nodded in understanding, trying not to think of the feel of his warm breath on her neck.

"Well. Now that that's all taken care of, I believe we have a feast to attend?" Albus said, his eyes twinkling once again as he looked at them. Hermione winced inwardly – no doubt the old man thought Severus had been whispering sweet nothings in her ear… looking up at her husband, she could see by his annoyed expression that he had come to the same realization and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.

* * * * * *

The feast lasted much longer than Hermione had expected. She was glad, in a way… as her anxiety over the coming events grew stronger by the hour. It didn't help when Colin and his brother Dennis began to bang their forks on the side of their glasses… once they had explained the Muggle tradition to the other guests, Albus had insisted that they follow it, much to Snape's annoyance. Not that she minded the kisses… but they were causing her stomach to flutter almost as much as the expression in her husband's dark eyes as he ran his gaze over her gown.

All of the Order members that were able to attend came to speak with them, and when Molly and Arthur both kissed Hermione on the cheek she found herself without words for a few moments. "Take care of yourself, and be happy," Ron's mother whispered in her ear before leaving. She also whispered something in Severus' ear, and to Hermione's surprise he didn't sneer but nodded gravely. The tears that were forming in her eyes were forgotten when Hagrid came up immediately after the Weasleys moved on and caught her up in a huge embrace. She couldn't help but laugh at the half-giant's antics.

Finally, around dusk the celebrations began to slow and Severus leaned over. "I believe we can escape now, if you wish, Hermione." Looking at him, she nodded her agreement and allowed him to pull her up from her chair.

In a matter of minutes, they entered their chambers. A wave of nervousness hit her and she turned to face him awkwardly. "I think I'm going to take my hair down," she said quickly. Without waiting for an acknowledgement, she went to the bedroom and stood in front of the wardrobe, peeling off the dress cloak and placing it inside. She ran a hand over the fabric and smiled. Then she heard him entering the bedroom.

Nerves fluttering, Hermione went to the vanity and sat down in front of the mirror to take the pins from her hair. She stared at her reflection for a moment, not sure where to start, and she winced as she pulled one out at an incorrect angle.

A silky voice came from beside her. "Let me help you, Hermione. It's difficult to do something like this by yourself, mirror or no." She watched in the mirror as he moved behind her, his black eyes meeting hers in the reflection. He had also removed his dress cloak and now wore only the finely textured black shirt and soft black trousers, the fabric moving elegantly as he walked.

She couldn't help but stare, entranced by the image he made against the backdrop of the bedroom… the sight of him standing there, tall and lithe, in front of the large bed was like a silent promise of what was to come... Unconsciously she nodded and lowered her hands, breath hitching as he stepped closer to her. Though he wasn't touching her, she could feel the heat from his body against her back. She watched, spellbound, as his hands came up and slowly removed a pin from her hair, skillfully releasing one small section of artful curls. It fell against her cheek, and he took the time to draw the lock of hair between his long fingers before moving to the next pin.

A little breathlessly, she said, "Minerva must have put a hundred pins in it, to hold it in place… I would have been surprised that she didn't use magic, but she explained it's-"

"Tradition."

"Yes." She said, unable to continue speaking as his hands released another lock of her hair, this time gently smoothing it against her neck. Her breath hitched and her eyes darkened as she watched his fingers in the mirror. His hands… slender, long-fingered, deft… Who would have thought the Potions Master would one day be standing behind her; who would have thought that one day those experienced hands would be running through her hair, letting it down slowly…

She shifted her gaze to watch his face. He was staring down at his task; face relaxed and almost… serene… as he worked to release the mass of her hair from its pinnings. His hair was still held back by the black cord, smooth and sleek, and she admired the way the candlelight reflected off of its black surface. Her husband…

She was startled when he spoke, his voice in softer tones than any she'd yet heard from him: "You really do have beautiful hair, Hermione." She flushed at the unexpected compliment, her eyes once again drawn to his hands as he released another curl and smoothed it down. This time, he allowed his fingers to run along the line of her neck in a light caress, and her skin tingled from his touch.

She drew in a shaky breath and his eyes met hers once again in the mirror – she could see her lightly flushed cheeks, parted lips, her chest moving as her breathing quickened. His face was unreadable and before he returned to his task he gave her a shrewd, calculating look. She knew she should try to decipher that look, but the thought fled as she felt his fingers run through her hair again, brushing against her scalp…

With each pin removed, with each lock of hair freed, his movements grew less utilitarian and more caressing. When no more pins could be found, instead of pulling away as she had half-expected, he moved even closer. She could feel the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare skin as he ran his hands through her hair again, slowly. She bit back a moan when he trailed his warm hands along her shoulders, using the flats of his palms in a calming motion. The skin tingled where he touched and her eyes drifted closed, enjoying the heady sensations. She felt his fingers edge underneath the straps of her gown, rubbing the skin lightly, teasingly.

Her eyes opened slowly to see him watching her intently in the mirror. He must have read something in her expression, because he moved to sit beside her, facing the opposite direction on the bench. "Hermione…" She leaned towards him, lips parted slightly, and he watched her through hooded eyes. She could feel his breath on her cheek and her eyes slid shut in anticipation.

His lips met hers. A light brush of warmth, teasing her mouth… it could almost be considered a chaste kiss, if not for the way his lips lingered against her own. She leaned into him… another brush, this one slightly firmer. His lips moved across hers, laying feathery kisses against the corners of her mouth before moving back to the middle and pressing decisively against hers. She opened her mouth slightly, shifting her position to allow herself to lean farther into him, bracing herself with one hand on his thigh. He accepted the invitation, tilting his head and opening his mouth over hers. Her senses were reeling as she felt his tongue move slowly into her mouth, and she whimpered.

His hands moved to her neck, cupping her face as he deepened the kiss, slowly tasting her. Her hands tentatively moved to his waist and she unconsciously edged even closer to him. He was really an amazing kisser, and the deft movements of his tongue as it danced across her lips, her teeth, her own tongue, made her think deliciously wicked thoughts… wondering if that tongue was as adept in other pursuits…

She whimpered into his mouth again as his hand moved from her neck, gently pushing the strap of her gown to the soft curve of her shoulder. He pulled back a bit, then – not far, watching her with darkened eyes as he read her acquiescence. Tenderly he leaned over to drop soft kisses along the newly uncovered skin on her collarbone and shoulder.

She boldly moved her trembling hands to slide up underneath the untucked hem of his shirt, skimming over the trousers covering his hips to touch the bare skin at his waist. He let out a low growl at the contact, and she was pleasantly shocked when her stomach tightened in response to the primitive sound. Lavender's words came back to her: Just imagine, if he's as good with that tongue in bed as he is when he's insulting students…So far, it appeared that he was….

He brought a hand up to her other shoulder and it was bared in the same fashion. When he bent to kiss the skin on that shoulder, she breathed in deeply and looked up into the mirror, marveling at their reflection – his black hair and shirt stark next to her skin and dress, the thin flowing fabric of his shirt concealing nothing of the strong lines of his back, and then her own contented, dreamy expression… eyelids heavy, lips rosy and slightly swollen from his mouth…

We look good together, she realized with some amazement, before her thoughts were swept away by the feel of his hands moving to her back, touching the buttons of her gown. She pressed against him then, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he loosened the first button. The heavy fabric fell open instantly, collapsing in a shiver down her back until it was caught at the second button. The cool air hit her heated skin, and she trembled slightly in a thrilling mixture of anticipation and nervousness as she remembered McGonagall's insistence that she go… unencumbered… by underthings.

Tradition, of course.

As his smooth hands caressed the skin exposed by the first set of buttons, her fingers moved of their own volition to his collar where they fumblingly began to undo his shirt. She was nowhere near as practiced as he was, but it didn't seem to bother him. And, practiced or not, she made quicker work of his shirt than he of her gown. She stared at the expanse of chest before her, tentatively touching the skin under his collarbone. It felt as she had remembered, when she dared allow herself to remember… smooth skin over hard muscle and sinew, amazingly well-defined and lean… just a light smattering of black hair across his chest, swirling down to form a dark line leading over his stomach and down, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Her throat went dry at the sight and she touched her hands to the skin gingerly.

He brought his lips back to hers and released the next button, sighing into her mouth as she relaxed in his embrace and began to smooth her hands over his chest and stomach. Emboldened by his obvious appreciation of her attentions, she traced the enticing trail of hair with her fingertips, pleased to feel the muscles shiver in response to her touch. When her hands met his waistband she drew her fingers along the edge of the fabric and around to his back, splaying her hands over the warm, smooth skin.

And then the last button was undone, and she felt air hit her as the fabric fell open completely down her back. He straightened up slowly, watching her as her hands moved of their own volition to push the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms. She was thwarted when she realized that his cuffs were still buttoned, but he quickly rectified the situation and tossed the shirt in front of his wardrobe carelessly. Then he turned back to her and bent down, kissing her as he pulled the shoulders straps down her arms and off… the cooler air hit her chest and she gasped as his hands ran slowly up her stomach and cupped her breasts… She moaned into his mouth and he pulled back to look at her, moving his hands to her waist.

He urged her to stand, then, and he turned around on the bench to face her. She stared down at him as he slid the gown off her body, over her hips and thighs, down her legs, his hands trailing the white fabric as it fell away from her skin. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her stomach before standing and leading her to the bed.

Suddenly overcome with nervousness, she stammered, "I – I'm not sure what to do… I've only-"

"Shh," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her gently. "I will show you. But you must also show me… or tell me… what you want me to do…" His hands urged her to lie down and he followed, covering her partly with his body as his brought his mouth to her neck.

Her neck arched as he dragged his lips along the skin there, and she barely had the presence of mind to say shakily, "I'm not sure what you mean… I mean, I don't know what I want…"

He raised his head and placed another soft kiss on her lips before responding in a velvet murmur, "Then I will have to try a few things, won't I?"

"What… what should I do?"

"Just relax." His mouth skimmed her jawline. "If there's something you don't like, tell me." His lips moved to her neck, nuzzling it for a moment before he said, "If there's something you'd like me to do, tell me." He lifted his head then and paused, his mouth a fingertip from hers as their eyes locked, the endless black gaze more intense than she'd ever seen it before – his mouth moved slowly to her ear and as his breath warmed it, she felt her body responding. "And… if there's something you'd like me to do again…

"Beg."

That one word had an amazing effect on her body, and she gasped… she had never heard anything so erotic before in her life… He licked the sensitive spot under her ear, and she let out a low moan. She had thought and worried about the fact that he was more experienced than she was… but she had never really considered what that really meant. Now she had a better idea… he could exact any response out of her that he wanted, and she would gladly give it… and then he began to move down her body, and all thought was wiped away.

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A/N: Whew. This will likely be the longest chapter I ever write… almost 30 pages in Word wow! But I didn't have the heart to split the nuptials from the post-nuptials… I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Lots of things happening here… Anyhoo – read and review review review please!! It's my only payment for doing this, you know ;).

NOTE: For anyone that likes lemons, rather than a "fade-to-black" sex scene – please read the full version on lordandladysnape.net or adultfanfiction.net – there's an extra four pages at the end. And, as always, review!

Meriadoc – Thank you! I'm glad you liked the log analogy… I really wanted to get into a "why" explanation for why the Dark Arts are so "bad," and I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Dakota – Here's the wedding night for you!

Mistress Nymphadora – Thank you – I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm glad you like my inexperienced!Hermione. And I'm glad you liked the ending to Scars!!

Keket Amunet – The website has been going crazy lately! My degree is in Applied Mathematics, with a concentration in Computer engineering, so we're definitely coming from slightly different angles there ;). But I do care about my work, and thank you for noting that! And the Draco being a bad choice wasn't just the torture and rape – she would also be killed and left at the gates of Hogwarts as a message for Harry. So, what the Malfoys wanted to do and what Severus did with the Legilimency thing is a bit different, in my mind. But, I appreciate your viewpoint on it! And thanks – I'm glad you liked McGonagall in the last chapter (and hopefully in this chapter, as well!)

Kjay – Thank you!!! Your patience has been rewarded, and I didn't even edit out as much as normal ;).

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Sorry if I missed anyone – with Fanfiction.net being up and down so much the last few days, and the Login feature turned off, and the reviews not working right… well, I'll respond to the ones I didn't get in the next chapter.