Disclaimer: I obviously don't own it. It's all for fun.

Mak is of course my beta; who is amazing.

So, the title of this story, and chapters, came from reading fortune cookies. I didn't know if anyone caught that, but that's how I came up with it. It's common practice, and great entertainment, for my friends and I to read our fortune cookies to each other and at the end of the statement add "in bed" to the sentence. All the chapters are titled from real fortune cookies and if anyone has any real good ones, I'll use them.

Anyways, this little sequel is going to be a series of vignettes about Hermione and Severus' life together. It's not going to be long and drawn out, ten chapters, and the chapters themselves won't be lengthy. I'll be writing it mostly in one or the others perspective, so get ready for a chapter of Hermione's thoughts and another in Severus's.

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Chapter Two

May Life Throw You a Pleasant Curve…In Bed

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Hermione had been completely shocked one afternoon when she received an owl from Severus simply stating:

Be ready promptly at 6:30 pm this evening. Wear something nice.

S

"Wear something nice! Well thank you for being specific, Severus Snape," Hermione grumbled, after she finished the letter.

To be honest, she wasn't angry. Surprised that he could not have told her in the morning before he left for supposed "errands?" Yes.

Wear something nice. What exactly did he mean by that? Fancy nice, casual nice, or something in between? These thoughts ran through her mind as she stood in front of her open armoire with her hands on her hips. Shifting her weight onto her left foot, and winding her right index finger through her hair, she contemplated again what he wanted from her. Would it kill him to give details? Apparently.

She decided to take a nice long bath and calm down before tackling the wardrobe issue again. After a thorough soak, and completely relaxing she decided to fix her hair to see if that helped her. Hermione was glad that Severus did not have a talking mirror and shuddered to think what remarks it would have come up with while she was working. It took her a long while to finally come up with something she was happy with.

As good as Hermione was with Charms, she had, at a young age, failed to see the purpose of studying good hair Charms. At that moment, she wished she had actually listened to Lavender when she told Hermione about hair Charms and their advantages. Now, Hermione stood in front of the mirror and admired her handiwork. It's not too bad, she thought as she shook her head back and forth to see if the charm held. It did. She had settled on pulling her hair up into a nice bun, not too tight like McGonagall's but loose enough to let a few tendrils fall around her face, framing her face just right.

Hermione sighed and decided there was nothing else, other than makeup, she could do but dress. With her foot tapping rapidly, she took a few dresses out and set them on the bed to scrutinize them. Her choices were between a green, strapless dress, a red spaghetti strap dress, and a black dress. She knew Severus wasn't a fan of the colour red and ended up going with the green dress. It fit her very well, a bit snug in the boobs, but she didn't mind. If she could catch Severus staring, it was worth it. The corset-like top ended at her hips and the dress flowed down to her ankles, giving her the appearance of being taller than she actually was.

Hermione turned and looked at herself in a full length mirror, making sure everything was perfect to her standards. She loved this dress and every time she wore it she was reminded of when she bought it in Russia with Severus' elder neighbour. Vika had decided Hermione needed to buy clothing suitable for a "lovely young lady" and dragged her into the city for some shopping. The green dress, with a hint of silver embroidery on the corset was a result of that outing.

Looking at the clock, she gasped, it was 6:20 and she still had to finish her makeup. Hermione had never been one to put on a lot of makeup, so in a few quick minutes she was finished and strapping on her heels. As she walked out of the bedroom, she grabbed a black cloak from the closet by the door.

No sooner had she clasped the hooks did Severus walk into the house. He stopped and stared, his hand still on the doorknob. "I'm ready," Hermione said cheerfully.

"Good," was all he could manage.

"You look nice," she commented. Severus was wearing an outfit Hermione had never seen on him. His slacks were of course black, but she was surprised to see him wearing a green button-up shirt covered with a black mandarin collared jacket with the buttons on the left side of his chest. He looked dashing in her eyes and she smiled at him.

His lips twitched upwards in somewhat of a smile, but quickly faded. He had been staring and he didn't care. Severus would never admit it but he was grateful Vika had convinced Hermione to purchase that dress. She looked edible and for a second he considered calling off his plans, hoisting her over his shoulder and taking him to their room for the rest of the evening.

Straightening up, he looked down his nose at her. "Come," he said, as he held his hand out to her.

He was slightly annoyed when she simply looked at him and said, "Where are we going?"

"You will see," Severus replied, flicking his fingers urging her to follow him.

Hermione sighed in defeat, knowing he would not acquiesce and tell her. She set her hand gently in his large hand and followed him out into the dimly lit neighbourhood. Walking down the sidewalk, she felt they were extremely out of place. Here they were, two nicely dressed individuals walking through a slightly run-down area.

Hermione decided it wasn't worth worrying about, especially since this was all Severus' idea. He had not steered her wrong yet, so she let the evening and the events following fall in his hands. Pulling her brain out of overdrive, she simply enjoyed his company and let him lead the way.

The sun had set completely when they arrived at their destination. Severus had taken her to a local Russian restaurant called "Rasputin's." Hermione had not known that this restaurant even existed, and she had walked around the area quite a few times.

"Is this a Muggle restaurant?" Hermione whispered, as they were following their host.

"Yes," Severus replied.

"I've never seen it before," she commented, as she looked around. The restaurant was packed and merry chatter was filling the building.

"A well kept secret, my dear."

Hermione could only nod in agreement and she hadn't even eaten anything yet. The atmosphere alone was worth the trip. It felt as if she were back in Russia and never thought of returning to England.

Hermione was perusing her menu when the waiter came by with two glasses of water. Before he could utter a word, Severus started speaking to him in Russian. The waiter nodded quickly, turned on his heel and walked away.

"I hope you weren't too rude to him, Severus." Hermione hated when Severus was publically rude to waiters.

"Of course not. I was simply informing Mikhail that we wanted wine." Severus looked into her eyes and she knew he was telling her the truth.

"Oh, ok," Hemione said, feeling silly and sipping her wine to hide her momentary discomfort. If Severus was aggravated, she couldn't tell.

The waiter came and poured them wine from a very old and expensive looking bottle. As it hit Hermione's taste buds she was overwhelmed with the flavour. It was like no other wine she had tried before.

They emptied the bottle halfway through their meal, while they were discussing more variables in Severus' Cruciatus Relief potion. Hermione always enjoyed these outings with Severus. It was as if no one else existed but them. Nothing else mattered and all that was necessary was that he was with her, and they were discussing something meaningful.

The whole evening was amazing and they both had a little too much to drink. Somewhere along the walk back, Hermione had grabbed Severus and kissed him passionately, fisting her hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. If he had any reservations about being seen in public snogging, he didn't let on.

Neither of them remembered how they made it inside the house, but there they were kissing each other passionately as then made their way into the bedroom. Severus pushed Hermione against the wall, crushing her between the wall and his hard body. He had his hands on her waist and he ground his straining erection into her, making her moan into his mouth. Their tongues were battling while Severus started pulling her dress up and Hermione worked to unbutton his trousers. He pulled back just enough to pull the dress up over her hips and Hermione pushed his pants and boxers down to free his rock hard shaft.

Severus grasped his penis, positioned himself, and entered Hermione quickly, making her scream in pleasure. The resumed their kissing, and after a few hard thrusts from Severus, Hermione kicked off the wall and jumped to wrap her legs around him. He grabbed her in time, holding onto her by her ass. He lifted and dropped Hermione on his shaft loving the way her voice was raising. Severus was grunting in pleasure as he watched her face contort in pleasure and her boobs jiggle with each thrust. He walked back to the bed and when he felt the end of the bed against his legs he fell onto his back with her on top.

Hermione took over and Severus enjoyed the show, for a minute, before he started to work on the back of her dress. He needed her out of that dress, so he could get down to some serious fucking. Pulling the unfastened dress over Hermione's head, he threw it on the floor while she removed his shirt. Severus grabbed her hips and lifted her, thrusting up as gravity pulled her down. A long, sensual moan escaped her lips and Severus repeated the motion, wanting to hear her again, and again, and again.

He flipped her over, not losing a stroke, and started to push as deep into her as he could possibly go, moving her up the bed; digging his toes into the mattress to get more power. Severus was groaning, along with Hermione, as she started to squeeze her inner muscles, adding to their pleasure. Hermione loved when he made noises during sex, it turned her on so much more.

Once he had her near the headboard, he leaned back just enough to pull her legs up and over his arms, leaving her wide open to him. He pushed back into her and sighed in pleasure. Before he continued he leaned down, folding Hermione nearly in half, to give her a long deep kiss. Severus knew she wasn't too flexible, so he only held her there for a few minutes before he pulled back a little. They both had sweat pouring down their bodies, breathing raggedly, as he pushed back into her, this time with a little more power. Hermione screamed out in pleasure and he resumed his fast, hard pace.

After a few minutes, Hermione's screams increased, signalling her impending release. Severus kept pumping into the same spot, hitting her at just the right angle, wanting her to climax before he did. He groaned heavily when he felt her muscles tighten, then explode around him as she screamed during her climax. She jerked back and forth clutching his cock deliciously, which pushed him over the edge. He pushed as deep into her as he could go as he released into her. They were both coming down from their climaxes when he took her legs off his shoulders and fell down to kiss her. They enjoyed a long, languid kiss for a few minutes before Severus sighed.

"Hermione," he gasped, as he looked down at her sweat covered face. Her hair was everywhere and she was still breathing deeply. He loved her like this, and every other time he looked at her, or thought of her.

"I love you, Severus," Hermione whispered, too tired to get much more out. Her eyes were drooping as her breathing was starting to even out.

Leaning on his forearms (that were on either side of her) he pulled his closed hand out from under the pillow. "Hermione, I love you, more than anything, or anyone." Shifting slightly onto his left arm, he moved his right arm, showing her a ring between his pointer finger and his thumb. "Will you marry me?" he asked, looking deeply into her love filled eyes.

"Oh, Severus," she said, as she lifted her hands to caress his cheeks. "Of course!"

Severus was abruptly pulled down, into a searing kiss he lost himself in. She released the kiss and he slipped the tasteful ring on her finger. He smiled as she admired the ring with a bright smile. "I love it!"

"Good," Severus replied.

"I love you, Severus."

He gave her a rare smile that she adored. "I love you too."