A/N: Warning! This story is very Mature. And fluffy if you squint.

-TWIW-

Sebastian cast a semi-permanent charm on their glamours so they wouldn't have to worry about renewing them for day to day. Still, her conversation with Ginny lingered in her mind. Would she be happy living this….double life with Sebastian? She had been these two months, but if she was honest she knew she'd want more. But would Sebastian….?

Pale, muscled arms wrapped around her midsection and soft, warm lips peppered her neck with kisses. Hermione sighed and stroked her lover's forearm. "Thank you for bringing me here 'bastian," she said smiling. She gazed out the hotel balcony at the blue sea, white sand, and the rugged cliffs that their suite was located on.

"The view is breathtaking," he murmured and the timbre of his voice sent chills down Hermione's spine. Their black robes flapped in the breeze and Sebastian's long fingered hands made a hot trail down her belly to the elastic waistband of her knickers. He plucked at them and it sent a sharp prick to her skin. "What did I tell you about these, Helena?"

Hermione stiffened realized that she had unintentionally disobeyed him. "You told me to never wear them in your presence. But in my defense-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Sebastian purred, "I believe my orders were clear. Now what do we do when we're disobedient?"

Hermione blushed, turned to faced him as she dropped down on her knees. She met his humorless blue eyes and her stomach flipped. "Master Sebastian, I have behaved in conduct that is most displeasing to you. Please punish me so that I may know true repentance."

"Good girl," he drawled kiss her forehead. "Now on the bed. You know the position…"

That was true. She didn't disobey him often, Sebastian just seemed to find any reason to have her like this. Face down, ass up. Hermione could feel how moist she was and she wondered how his words managed to garner such a Pavlovian response from her. He ripped her panties in one fluid motion and it fell on the bed like shorn ribbon. "Now," Sebastian's voice curled around her like Devil's Snare, "10 strikes is enough, don't you think my enchantress?"

"Yes sir."

"Very good," Severus nodded at her easy acquiescence. When they first embarked on this relationship Severus didn't know how willing Helena would be to submit to this type of role play. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she came to this sort of thing naturally. "Count them out for me, enchantress."

-TWIW-

"Love, she promised to be back by Boxing Day," Harry soothed his crying wife.

"I know, I know, but I'm worried," Ginny sniffed. "You're not a woman so you can't tell, but she's taken with him."

"What's so bad about that? This is her first relationship since that awkward stint with Ron. That was three years ago. She deserves a little bit of happiness," Harry reasoned gently.

Mrs. Potter frowned, "Are you really not concerned about her jetting off with some stranger?"

Harry thought about this as he rubbed his wife's swollen belly, "Of course I'm worried. I love ''mione like a sister; however, I know that she's responsible and sensible. She'll have her wand within reach at all times and she never would have went if she didn't trust him."

"I guess you're right," Ginny conceded and then added in a softer voice, "I hope you are."

-TWIW-

"Syntagma Square, is the central square of Athens. The Square is named after the Constitution that the first King of Greece- mmmmph," Severus found that he was cut off by Helena's lips.

She grinned up at him, "I don't need a travel guide ''bastian," she squeezed his hand softly, "Put your brilliant mind to rest for one afternoon."

Severus smirked at the young lady holding his hand. He knew he was losing himself more and more to Helena. "Of course my enchantress. What would you like to do next?"

"I'm feeling a little hungry. How about lunch, and then we can have some fun in the jacuzzi at the hotel," Helena purred.

Severus felt his desire flare up at her words, "With any luck we can take our food to go." He tugged on her arm and she laughed merrily into the breeze.

-TWIW-

Harry sighed into his morning coffee. It was day three of winter break. Or according to his wife, day three of Hermione's insanity. "We are not going to Greece," he ground out.

"Why not? You never take me anywhere."

Harry dipped his hard sweet roll in the hot brown liquid, ignoring her pouting lips. It usually was his weakness, but this time his beloved was out of her mind. "That's not true and you know it. You only want to go because you wish to spy on Hermione. Besides it's too late in your pregnancy for you to travel."

When she didn't stir he grabbed her hand. "Hermione will be fine."

-TWIW-

Severus knew he was the envy of every male in the restaurant that evening. He had gotten to the table ahead of her and she waltzed in looking for all the world like one of those models in Witch's Weekly. Several heads turned to watching her swaying hips, envious of the smile she bestowed on him.

The Woman in White.

This time it was a tight knee length skirt paired with a barely there, bandeau. The necklace he brought her shined from the tops of her breast. Her raven hair flowed gently in loose curls. Severus stood, rounding the table to pull out her chair. Her smile widened, "This is a beautiful place, ''Bastian."

"On the contrary," Severus purred, "you are far more beautiful Helena."

Dinner didn't last long as Sebastian was far more occupied with digging into her instead. That night Sebastian handled her slowly and passionately. His hands massaged her skin, as his tongue made her speak languages she never learnt. It was sweeter and sexier than any coupling they shared before. Hermione was sure they broke their record for how many times they could climax in one night. When things finally calmed down, Sebastian held her tightly, whispering, "Goodnight my lovely Helena."

And Hermione snuggled her back further against his chest, "Goodnight my dear Sebastian."

That morning Severus woke Helena up by sliding into her unceremoniously. She groaned, arching back into him. "Oh yes," she breathed, reaching an arm back to press him into her further. He grabbed her curls, not noticing that for once they were brown as he yanked her head back for a kiss. Wide brown eyes jerked away from his lips-

"Master Snape?!"

"Madame Granger?!"