A/N: Hello readers. I hope you enjoyed the wedding. Now for the reception, Where Voldemort will have a little fun, the reception happens, and their marriage is consummated. I am not going to ever claim it's going be amazing, but it is kind of unique for the moment. And in case people start to wonder with how much I make Hermione think about how she'd rather be dead, Hermione is not suicidal and will not do any self-harm. I believe she is too strong to try, and in this she's hoping more for his death. Without further ado- Chapter 6.

Chapter 6

Hermione could barely contain her anger, her disgust, and her heartbreak. Severus Snape was cold, heartless and just a flat out bastard. Now she was Mrs. Snape. How could she have gotten herself into this mess? How did the death-eaters even know where she would be? This was Hell to her, and she could not wait for it to end.

Unfortunately it would not end anytime soon, not that she could foresee anyways, and so here she was, looking beautiful but completely unable to enjoy it. Her potions professor stood next to her with their arms linked as they descended the impossibly long staircase at Malfoy Manor.

"Hermione, do try to look a little happier. You did choose this and a bride should smile on her wedding day," Severus drawled.

Hermione shot him a glare and then plastered a faux smile on her face. "That's hard to do when you aren't married to a man worth your love," she spat at him.

His grip on her arm tightened, as if to warn her to watch what she said; to be grateful that it was him and not a Malfoy or Pettigrew. She knew she should be thankful; she would be worse off if it weren't for him. She just couldn't be happy. Instead she went over songs from Phantom of the Opera to help her for the audition the next day.

They had reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped in front of The Dark Lord. Severus bowed and Hermione gave a deep curtsy that seemed too regal for the daughter of a couple of dentists.

"Ahh, Miss Gran-," The snake-like man started, "Forgive me, Madame Snape. Narcissa really outdid herself with you now didn't she? You should learn whatever spell she used on your hair as it will make you much more presentable for meetings."

"Yes sir," Hermione stated simply, trying to cover her horror at the lack of distance between them.

"Severus, you will have to teach your new wife the way to properly address a person of greater blood status than her own."

Hermione wondered what Voldemort meant, but she had a feeling that she would have to address almost everyone here as 'my lord' or 'my lady'.

"Of course, My Lord."

"Now," Voldemort started, turning to speak to everyone, "I believe we have a wedding reception to enjoy. Please start the music, everyone, have fun," and he turned to face the newly-wedded couple again."Severus, would you mind terribly if I had this dance with yourwife?"

"Of course not, My Lord."

Voldemort held out a hand for Hermione to take and she knew if she hesitated it might be deemed insulting. She quickly accepted it and followed him to the dance floor. The song was one that Hermione recognized as being sung by some witch that Mrs. Weasley enjoyed. At that thought, her heart ached. The woman would no doubt be angry when the girl she had hoped to have for a daughter-in-law showed up at her other son's wedding married to a traitor. Hermione had to rid herself of those thoughts. Instead she focused on dancing, even if it was with the most disgusting man she could imagine dancing with. The dance finally ended and she was led back to her husband.

She curtsied once more and said, "Thank you for the dance, My Lord, "hoping that if she addressed him like that it might appease him a little more than sir.

"Severus, your wife is quite the dancer," Voldemort spoke. Hermione flinched at the disdain in his voice every time he said the word wife. It was as if she was not a worthy wife, but then again, she knew that in his mind, she wasn't.

Severus nodded, and bowed again as Voldemort turned to leave. The rest of the evening was spent between dancing with several death-eater males, many of whom examined her as if tosee if she was worth asking Severus to share, and talking to the death-eaters with Severus by her side.

Dinner was eaten and cleared away. The feast of spaghetti and some true Italian food had hit the spot, and Hermione was surprised that she had managed to avoid getting sauce anywhere on her person.

As the clock struck nine thirty, Voldemort spoke again, "I do hope that everyone has been enjoying the evening, especially our bride and groom. It is now time for their dance."

A few laughs went around the circle, making Hermione suspicious, but she ignored it and wondered more about what song had been chosen. Severus grabbed his new bride and held her at arm's length. Hermione looked towards the stage to see Emilie Autumn (who was actually a witch that had merely admired the muggle fame more than wizarding fame) emerge. She made a mental note to say hi the second she got a chance. She admired the witch and loved her music.

"Rose, Rose, Rose red will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will sir, at thy will."

Hermione was swept away as her and Severus began dancing to one of Emilie's more normal songs (if you could classify any of her songs as normal). He was very elegant and clearly knew what he was doing. Hermione almost felt as if she were a natural dancer with him leading her.

"If in my darkest hour, she rose that fell a flower, I should have known."

Hermione found herself relaxing a little, against her survival instinct and danced with her potions master. He might have been a traitor, and he might have been awful to her, but he was still doing this to protect her.

"Someday these walls will speak. The floors beneath you creak to call my name."

And suddenly Hermione felt a breeze over her whole body as the back of her legs hit something soft. She could feel Severus' hand on the skin of her back and she looked down to find herself completely naked with a bed behind her.

She looked back in to her professor's eyes and saw the pity he felt. Their marriage was to be consummated while death eaters and a famous witch watched. Hermione blushed profusely and looked towards her idol who also looked very sorry but also scared. She had thought the woman was too odd to be coerced into something like this.

Severus pushed her back down onto the bed. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "Voluptatem et Protege."

Her body warmed and she looked up to notice that Severus had lost his clothing too. She watched as he ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts. Her body responded in pleasure and yet she felt completely repulsed by his touch. He placed a knee between her legs to spread them. As he placed his member at her entrance, he looked at her, once more apologizing with his eyes. She simply shot him a look that said, 'get it over with' and he slowly pushed in.

In the background, the witch still sung their song, "Rose, Rose, Rose Red, will I ever see thee wed? Only if you discover me."

Severus pushed deeper still into Hermione and she gasped. He knew what he was doing, and was trying to give her as much pleasure as he could. She wasn't used to it. He filled her completely and she felt like she might burst. He moved slowly within her, gradually increasing pace. He groaned inwardly, knowing that his pleasure was more than just a simple spell. He hated that this woman beneath him, this student, had that effect on him. However, he also knew he had to keep going.

"For this darkness I gave my light, for this wisdom I gave my innocence."

Hermione's moans grew louder, and Severus was glad that she felt this pleasure, since she would have do this much more often. He hoped he wouldn't need a spell every time.

Hermione hated how she felt. It was natural with Ron, but something was forcing her body to feel this way and she hated it. It went against nature. She felt herself grow tighter and begin to quiver. She let out a loud pleasure-filled scream and felt Severus push on until he too came.

Severus was off her and they had their clothes again. He grabbed her and escorted her away. She felt embarrassed and angry. She had just experienced her first orgasm while being watched by her idol, who knew how many death-eaters and the world's most evil wizard. On top of that, it had been brought about by her potions professor.

A/N: I hope you liked it. I told you, not the best sex scene ever, but I hope to get practice. Also, "Voluptatem etProtege" is google's translation to latin of "pleasure and protect" I hope you all enjoy the holiday. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanakuah, Happy Quanza, and Happy whatever holiday you might be celebrating this year.