Chapter 11: The Marriage Bed
{A/N: Note to the Guests that read my stories...I never give Severus the middle name Tobias, it's an insult to refer to him as that man (if you can call him that) and there is the whole not naming him after his abusive father thing. Most of the time his middle in my canon is Sebastian...plus I was always fond of the whole Triple S thing that goes with it.}
My thanks to all my readers and reviewers...Enjoy-S.S.
Warning: Sexual Content ahead (although not terribly graphic)
Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
The first thing that had gotten Hermione's attention when Snape carried her into the front room of his chambers via the floo, had been how considerably cold the Slytherin dungeons had been. It was the middle of the day and it seemed to be freezing. Snape seemed to have no problem with the chilled climate, as he had lived her most of his adult life and without much choice. He let the witch down though he had been sorely tempted to drop her onto the cold hard floor. Despite his tempted thought he placed her on a small sofa and made his way over toward his stash of firewhiskey. He downed the first glass he poured rather quickly much to Hermione's alarm.
She never would have guessed that Snape had been someone who would consume alcohol. He had always been so professional and his demeanor so cold. The Potions Professor turned and glared at her as if he knew that she was going through a list of encounters to decided if it was because he had been drinking.
"Spare me yourself righteous Gryffindor nonsense." he said annoyed. "It's my down time and I've got to spend it with a student whom I am being pressured by not only the Ministry of Magic but my own bloody employer to shag and there is no way I am in any condition to do so sober."
Hermione sighed looking around at the many book shelves that lined his front room. He had an impressive library from what she could tell. It amazed her that he fit all the books in so neatly. It also appeared that Dumbledore had taken the liberty of arranging for her stuff to be sent to her husband's quarters.
Snape found a short note written in the headmaster's familiar scrawl stating that not only was he to accept his duties as Hermione's new husband but she was to live with him from now on. He downed another drink and made his way over toward his arm chair. The idea of sharing his living space with Hermione Granger was not what he signed up for. He took a deep breath and looked at the orange flames that danced in the fireplace. After a moment or two the dour wizard got to his feet and entered his private lab.
Snape's Bedroom., Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Sensing that he wasn't going to come out any time soon, Hermione pulled an unfinished book from her knapsack and made her way into Snape's empty bedroom. She took a breath as she looked over his large black four poster bed wich of course had black silk sheets and a forest green comforter. Even the pillow cases had the green serpent letter S on them. She rolled her eyes at how obviously Slytherin her new husband had been and climbed into bed anyway.
It was surprisingly comfortable given the many rumors circling about indicating Snape slept on nothing but stone. She felt a little silly thinking of them just now and focused her attention to reading her book. The Encyclopedia of Spells is what it was called and a very long read numbering at 950 pages. Most people considered it to be more of a tome than an actual book but it didn't seem to bother Hermione in the least.
As the hours passed afternoon gave way to night and Hermione found that she had dozed off in the middle of her reading. Sensing that night had fallen and believing it to be later than it was Hermione quickly changed into her night gown. No sooner had she climbed back into bed and pulled back the covers did her husband come walking in with a couple of phials in his pale hands.
He looked at her for a moment, with something akin to heat flashing behind his obsidian eyes.
"Drink this." he said while handing her a small blue phial.
Hermione witched the strange liquid swirl beneath the glass giving it, the deep blue color. She looked into Snape's eyes and he narrowed his gaze as if insulted by her mistrust.
"If I wanted you dead Miss Granger all I had to do was refuse to marry you." he said coldly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and downed the contents of the phial. She wore a grimace in reaction to the terrible taste of the potion she had consumed.
"Yuck!" she said sticking out her now blue dyed tongue. "What is this stuff?"
"Arousal Potion." replied Snape. "If we are going to consummate this marriage we might as well get it over with."
"Did it have to taste that bad?" she asked still reeling from the after taste.
Snape seemed to be slightly amused.
"I confess, I had little time to alter the flavoring." he said simply. "Considering what it was being used for."
"Git." said Hermione annoyed that he had made it taste bad on purpose.
Snape did not reply setting the other potion in a yellow phial down on the nearby end table and he slowly began to unbutton his frock coat and let it fall in a heap down to the floor. Hermione had been stunned to see that he had been wearing a wrinkled long sleeve white shirt beneath all the familiar black.
The Potions Professor looked into her amber eyes as she watched him both curious and unsure about how things were going to progress. He turned his back and swept swiftly out of the room. His reaction puzzled Hermione to no end, But before she could dwell on it for long she started to feel the effects of her sudden increase in body temperature.
Within moments she was fanning herself as the heat intensified. The heat had seemingly reached unbearable heights and she found herself casting multiple cooling charms in a bid to keep her sanity.
Snape's Front Room, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Snape unbuttoned his collar as he felt the all too familiar signs that his arousal potion was kicking in. He worked his way out of his shirt feeling the blood suddenly rush from his head down to his loins as he ventured over toward his firewhiskey stash. He had not known what to make of this rather awkward situation. It had been years since he had taken a virgin to bed and even longer since he had bedded anyone other than Bellatrix LeStrange.
He and Bellatrix had an arrangement that allowed him to be as rough as he wanted or as callous. The Potions Master knew first hand that he could not be that way with Hermione and he would have to implement self-control which annoyed him to no end as sex was one of the few aspects of his life where he did not have to keep such rigorous control over his emotions as if under a magnifying glass.
Snape took a deep breath.
Hermione was still a virgin and never even kissed a grown man before her wedding to him earlier that day. He would have to take it slow, more so as a favor to her. Finishing off the last of his drink. Snape made his way back to the bedroom. It was time to make Hermione officially a woman.
Snape's Bedroom, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
By the time Snape had made his way back into his bedroom, Hermione had been nearly climbing the walls. She was desperately trying to cool herself and had even shed her night gown in the process. Snape shed himself of the rest of his clothes and made his way over toward the bed. The witch reached for him as if he had been an oasis in the desert.
"Severus." she said as if in agony.
"Shhhh." he whispered trying rather well to be as kind to her as he had the women before her.
What he had to do was clear but that didn't mean he had to go about it in a harsh manner no matter how much he detested her.
Hermione had been near tears unable to understand what was happening to her body.
"Please help me." she begged. "My body's on fire and I don't know what to do."
Snape gave her a small smile. Her innocence was truly remarkable.
"That's why I'm here." he replied sliding his heated body over hers. "To help you."
The Potions Master decided to approach this as he would any other teaching assignment.
"I need you to spread your legs for me Miss Granger." he said surprisingly professional.
"Mrs. Snape." she corrected him but did as he instructed finding the burning had been bearable when his body was pressed against her.
Snape sighed. Although her correction had irked him. He supposed she did have a point. Perhaps if he thought of her as his wife instead of his student it would make what they had to do all the more easy.
"That's very good Mrs. Snape." said Snape trying his best to sound encouraging. "Now I need you to lift your hips just a bit...bend your knees."
Hermione again did as he instructed finding comfort in the fact that he had been so kind and that he referred to her as his wife and not his student cutting out some of the awkwardness.
Snape positioned himself between her thighs and they both let out a guttural groan from the slight contact of him involuntarily rubbing against her heated center. The Potions Master kept his cool despite the desperate need to relieve himself of his now painful erection.
"I'm going to enter you now Mrs. Snape." he said calmly. "My cock might be a little much for you on the first try, but I'll do my best to go slow."
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded to signal that she was ready.
Slowly and rather skillfully, Snape entered the tight young witch beneath him.
He had been caught off guard be the sensation of her body and nearly forgot himself reveling in it. Hermione burst into tears feeling him make his way further inside her. Unable to do much more, she gripped him tighter and wrapped her legs around him. Snape continued to fill the young witch with his length and his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head.
Hermione had been grateful for Severus' patience. Any other wizard would not have been so kind. Especially given the effect she was having on him. At the moment she was having a hard time picturing him as "Professor Snape" and began to see him more as Severus her new husband. Up close and with him inside of her, she did not think he looked too bad. His lengthy raven hair fell to his shoulders and his obsidian eyes held not contempt or rage like before but desire. Immense desire to make love to his new wife.
His exposed pale body in contrast to her own fair skin. Once Hermione felt the pain subside she gave Snape permission to continue. The Potions Master had been stretching his limits of control as he began to thrust into the young witch. Periodic soft moans came from her pink lips. Snape dug his finger into the mattress as his pace picked up pushing the bushy haired witch from the sensation of pain into the pleasure that had long eluded her in logical aspects.
"Severus." said Hermione unable to do more than call out to her husband.
Snape had almost forgotten what it was like to be with someone so innocent. The way she looked at him with the hunger in her eyes had been maddening.
It's just the effects of the arousal potion. His logical mind screamed at him. No way she would be this into you if it was to happen naturally.
At the moment Snape could careless at this point what had attributed to it all he knew at that he couldn't get enough of the witch writhing below him. As the hours passed Both Snape and Hermione had been locked in their act undisturbed by the events taking place out side their quarters. When the third hour came about The bushy haired witch found herself being launched to an uncharted world beyond time and space as her release ripped through her for the umpteenth time. She had been amazed that Severus was still going. She had no complaints about the man who was making her body feel so wonderful.
Still, she wondered when it was that he would feel the release he so desperately craved.
Seconds later, she got her answer as he followed suite releasing deep into the young witch as if his life depended on it. The swirl of Ministry magic had been all around them in silver. Snape rolled his eyes at the display. It seemed to have killed the mood for him as he recalled the reason why he had to bed Hermione in the first place.
Having exhausted all of his energy Snape had just enough to pull out of the witch despite her whimpering for him not to just yet. He had felt enough like a dirty old man shagging the witch the last thing he needed was to get comfortable with his cock being inside her no matter how good she felt. This was a marriage of convenience and he was not about to forget that based on one night of arousal potion induced sex.
He didn't have to worry about Hermione getting into mindless chatter as he layed there next to her looking up at the ceiling. Sweat poured off them both to the point where his raven hair was sticking to his shoulders. Too tired to redress or get in night clothes, Snape waved his hand and cleared away the after effects of their activity and covered them both with a single black sheet.
The Potions Master sighed feeling the effects of drowsiness take over.
Well, at least that's done. No one can say that I wasn't a nice guy. Least of all Granger.
He closed his obsidian eyes and drifted off to sleep. Everything fell silent in Snape's quarters once more. As he slept Hermione scooted closer to him resting her bushy head against his pale chest. In his sleep Snape shifted wrapping one of his arms around her in the process. If one didn't know any better they could have been mistaken for a couple that had really been in love.