Here it is the new chapter!
Thanks to Caeruleussum for editing it for me!
Well it is not exactly lemon, but smells a lot like it…
Hope you will like it!
Chapter 19
Severus and Hermione apperated by the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The Slytherin had a good grip on his wife's waist as she had a problem keeping her balance.
"I really hate apperating." She felt him chuckle and scowled.
"It will be better when you pass your own apperating license."
"Better, my arse." He glanced at her on their way to the ancient castle.
"A lady shouldn't speak like that."
Hermione smirked at him. "Good thing that I am not a lady." The lioness looked at the night sky and gasped. "Look up! Look up! A falling star! Make a wish! Quick!"
"That's nonsense."
"Oh come on! For me! Please?"
Severus looked at the falling star and closed his eyes for a second. "There. Happy now?"
"Don't tell me you never wished on a falling star before, Severus."
"No."
"Not even when you were a kid?"
"I never was a child."
"You know, Severus, you better not say that in front of Ron, he might just believe you. But seriously, haven't you ever wished on a star? You mean little Severus running around with short pants never looked through his bedroom window and asked the falling star for a new broomstick on Christmas." She smiled at him warmly and nudged him playfully in the ribs.
"I used to be busy."
Hermione didn't look convinced. "What could you possibly be busy with? You were a child!"
"Dark magic."
"Oh." 'What parents would force their child to learn dark magic? I don't think kids favorite past time is learning Crucio.' Hermione for a second studied the stony floor of the entrance hall and then looked at him. "Don't worry Severus there will be many opportunities for you to wish on a falling star. It's fun. You'll see. What did you wish for?" Hermione was curious.
"I heard that if you tell somebody it wont come true." He half smiled half-smirked at the pouting Gryffindor.
"Fine, but you will have to tell me when it comes true. Promise?"
"I swear."
They didn't meet a living soul on the way to their rooms.
"I will go check on a potion in the lab."
Hermione looked at her husband and yawned.
"Ok." the lioness was alone in the bathroom. "What a day!" she was facing her herself in the mirror. 'Good thing it's not enchanted. I really don't need to hear how horrible I look right now.' She grimaced a little and than smiled. 'My first date with my husband. Parvati will have a hart attack.' She giggled.
The robe Hermione was wearing today was beautiful, but had one problem. It was tricky to take it of. Hermione unbuttoned a few buttons on the front and tried to take it off by lifting it over her head. The lioness' wild hair somehow managed to tangle with the only three buttons on the robe. Now the robe was stuck to her head. Not seeing the problem as it was on the back of her head Hermione couldn't point her wand and untangle it by magic. She tried pulling it lightly. "Ouch!" no such luck. After a while Hermione was ready for anything to get free from the evil robe. "Untangle you darn thing! Damn it!" she was close to tiers.
"Need help?" Hermione swirled around to find a very amused looking Severus in the doorway. He was smirking at her.
"Don't just stand there! Help me!"
She missed the gleam of triumph in his eyes. He slowly walked to her. For some reason Hermione suddenly felt like a rabbit being stalked by hungry snake. 'I am being silly. The stress is probably getting to me.'
"Turn around and stand still. I will untangle your hair from the robe." Hermione did as she was told.
The lioness was facing the mirror again. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. She was looking at herself more precisely the clothes she was wearing or lack there of. In her anger, she totally forgot her current state of undress. 'No wonder Severus was so eager to help.' The only clothing she had on was a set of bra and panties. A pair Slytherin green bra and panties. Lavender's present for her wedding night as the sand haired girl had put it.
"There. All done." Severus threw her robe in a corner. Hermione was still looking at the mirror dreading to turn around. She caught Severus eyes in the reflection. He was standing next to her in his black robes like a big cat watching his prey. His gaze was heated and Hermione's breathing became heavier. She nervously licked her lips that were dry all of a sudden and shivered.
"Are you cold Hermione?" Severus put his hands on her naked shoulders and pulled her back against his chest.
"No, I am not." Her answer was a whisper. It was getting quite hot for her actually. Hermione watched in the mirror as Severus' hands slowly slid down the sides of her arms and encircled her bare waist. The caressing touch of his hand gave her goose bumps and sensation of flames under her skin. 'Am I going insane?' She knew she probably should say something, turn around, and leave, but her body refused to cooperate with sense of reason and her modesty was wisely silent.
"It's time for bed, don't you think?" it was impossible to miss the double entendre of his words. He bent a little and Hermione could feel his hot breath on the skin of her neck. Her breathing was shallow. Their gazes locked through the reflection. Hermione felt as he tightened his grip on her waist and drew her even closer turning her to face him.
The kiss was heated and breathtaking. Hermione could feel his need, desire, lust and want for her. Her knees grew weak. She snaked her arms around his neck answering shyly to his kiss. Their bodies molded together. Severus lifted her a little and Hermione felt as he put her on the edge of the vanity table. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Severus groaned approvingly against her lips. His hands were caressing her back and buttocks. 'So soft.' When they broke for air, the Slytherin kissed her neck and traced a wet path to the crook of her neck. Hermione moaned as he nibbled her earlobe. Her hands started unbuttoning the front of his robe on their own accord.
Severus caressed her hips. Her skin was so soft. He drew her closer and ground his rock hard erection against her core. Hermione threw her head back and moaned loudly arching her breast closer to him. Severus licked the tender flesh of the curve of her ample breasts. He sucked a little leaving a mark. Hermione cupped his face and kissed him. The Slytherin's hands were about to unhook her bra…
Knock! Knock!
The two froze. Hermione shut her eyes tightly willing the unwanted guest to get lost.
Knock! Knock!
Severus groaned but also didn't move. 'Why the hell now!'
Knock! Knock!
Who ever it was was getting impatient and wasn't going to disappear. Hermione removed her hands from Severus hair and cleared her throat. Her husband was still resting his forehead in the valley between her breasts.
"Severus…it seems that we have a guest…"
'No shit.'
Severus lifted his head and kissed her hard on the lips than helped her to get down. All this time he didn't say a single word. Just a second ago his wife was in his arms half naked, hot and willing. Who ever it was at the door better have a really good excuse. Hermione looked shy. Her body was flushed pink and Severus suppressed a growl at the sight of her wet panties. Who ever was at the door was going to die. He gave her one more chaste kiss on the lips.
"We will continue this later." And with a swirl of his black robes was gone.
Severus Snape stalked through his rooms like a warrior on a warpath. He tore the door open and was face to face with the Ice Queen of Hogwarts. He didn't bother to hide that he wasn't happy at the older witch's late visit. Severus gritted his teeth.
"What do you want, Minerva?"
"I tried to floo in earlier but the network was blocked from your room. Aren't you going to let me in Severus?"
She was glaring at him.
His erection was gone the instant he saw her at the door. All he wanted was to go back to his wife. His staff stirred at the memory of her swollen lips, hot and soft body, delicate skin and she was willing! He glared in return at the Transfiguration Professor.
"It is late Minerva. What do you want?"
"There is an important matter I need to discuss with you, Severus. I definitely can't do that in doorway." Severus took a deep calming breath and let her in.
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Hermione in the mean time was trying to calm her madly beating heart in the bathroom.
'What I am going to do?' a nasty voice in her head didn't wait to reply. 'For the balls of Merlin you know perfectly well what you are going to do. You will wait and have a horizontal tango with your husband. Don't bother to deny it. The flood in your panties sure as hell is not from thinking about Gilderoy Lockhart.' Too true. Hermione moaned. It felt so good when she was in his arms. His hands roaming over her body. She hugged herself and tried to clear her head. 'Get a grip Hermione. A quick shower will do you good.'
The lioness stepped from the shower few minutes later clad in a fluffy towel.
Now Hermione shivered from cold. After Severus left she discovered that it was quite cold. She looked around. Their bathrobes were hanging by the shower along with her husband's night clothes. Hermione smiled wickedly putting on Severus pajamas top. 'He doesn't like to sleep in it anyway.' But before she summoned a black bra and panties. Hermione inspected her new look in the mirror. The top reached the middle of her thighs. Sleeves rolled. Hermione's dark honey locks were still wet and cascaded down her back. The neckline showed a little of the gentle swell of her breasts and gave a little peek at Hermione's black lace bra.
'Time to see what the devil dragged in at such an hour.' Holding her head high Hermione marched into the living room.
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"No, Minerva. I will not offer you something to drink." Severus Snape was ready to toss his colleague out by the collar if she didn't get to the point and soon. "What is so urgent that you wanted to speak to me about at this hour?"
"Severus?" The Slytherin turned around to face his wife and froze. If he thought that earlier he had a rock hard erection than now it was titanium hard. His wife stood in the doorway of their bedroom in his pajamas top. Her wet wavy hair gave her an exotic look. 'Is that black lace?' She was smiling innocently at him, her lips still swollen from his last kiss, eyes shining. In other words, the young gryffindor looked like she had had good snog.
"Ahem."
"Professor McGonagall. What…a nice… surprise. What brings you to us at this hour?" Hermione's voice was honey sweet as she stood by Severus. 'What the hell do you want you old hag?'
The Transfiguration Professor looked at the young woman with a sneer. "Mrs. Snape. Don't you have your own clothes to wear to bed?"
Hermione smiled brightly at her. "No I don't. Severus likes it when I sleep nude." With satisfaction, Hermione noticed as her Head of House went scarlet. 'Jealous?'
"Minerva, I don't think that you came here to discus my wife's clothing."
Minerva collected herself. "You are right Severus. But I did come to speak to her."
"I am listening Professor."
"Where were you this evening Mrs. Snape?"
Severus glared at Minerva.
"I took Hermione for dinner to Orpheus Den."
"You should be aware that your wife is a student and can't leave the castle ground's…"
"…without a Professor's escort. I was with her. So everything is by the rules. Is that all?"
"No it is not all, Severus. I would like to speak with you in private."
"What ever you want to say to me you can say in front of my wife, Minerva." 'Who the hell do you think you are Minerva? The Minister of Magic and everything you say is top secret?'
"It's ok Severus. I am tired anyway." She smiled at him and tugged at his half-unbuttoned robe indicating for him to lean closer. Severus obeyed and kissed her passionately. Much to Minerva's displeasure.
When they broke apart, Hermione left without even saying goodbye to her Head of House.
"You Slytherin's know nothing about good manners." She was glaring daggers at Severus.
"I must remind you that Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor. All true I must agree with you, she is too good for your house. Tonight I will be curt. Get to the point or get out, Minerva."
The older with looked offended.
"How dare …"
"Don't Minerva. I am not in the mood for your rants."
"Than what are you in the mood for? A snog with her? What were you doing anyway? You look like a mess."
"That's how a man looks after a good snog with his wife, Minerva. You happen to come in the middle of it. Just for the record, if you will come unannounced again, I will personally Crucio your arse out. Is that clear? And for the last time: What the hell do you want!"
"Your manners…"
"Out."
"What?"
Severus grabbed her by an arm and led her to the door. "It's obvious that the matter you wanted to talk about is not urgent. We'll discus it tomorrow at a more decent hour." With those words he slammed the door in her face. 'Finally.'
Before going to bed where under the silky covers he could see his wife, Severus took a shower and put on his pajama pants. The top was missing. Not that he minded, mind you.
Hermione felt as Severus slid under the covers and bit her lip. 'What should I do?' her knowledge of how to behave in such situations was lacking. She was lying on her side. 'Should I say something? I really need to have a consultation with Lav about this.' Hermione could feel her husband inching closer until he was almost spooning her from behind.
Severus leaned on his elbow and watched the profile of his wife's face. Hermione's eyes were half closed and her breath uneven. 'She's nervous. What if she changed her mind?' a thought about rejection wasn't a pleasant one as Severus had his hopes up. 'And what if she is willing?' He slowly brushed her hair from her neck exposing it for the cool night's air. She shivered.
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