Muggle Sang the Blues
Chapter 7
"Touch Me in the Morning"
Her stomach suddenly growled, waking her from her sleep, reminding her how long it had been since she eaten. Then she realized something much worse. She and Severus had slept until daybreak. She searched the room slowly with her eyes then stopped when she saw fading purple of the night sky through a crack in his shutters. The darkness was giving up its glory up to another new day. . .
"It is safe to say good morning." Hermione whispered to the sleeping man behind her. She stretched slightly, which was a little difficult to do with Severus pressed so completely against her, holding her captive. Her eyes adjusted to the objects in his room. Some things were blurry at start, but soon the lines merged together creating the solid forms of his bedroom window, an old upholstered arm chair that she thought looked a lot like the one from the headmaster's office years ago. She wondered if maybe he had decided to keep it for himself once he had been removed from the position. There was an wooden chest of drawers, that lined the other half of his room near the door.
"Good morning," he whispered back over her shoulder yawning. He nudged closer into her backside and began kissing her shoulder. Severus broke away from his display of loving affection, only to share it equally with the back of her neck, and nibbling at the crevase behind her ear. "I don't want to know, but is that the sun nearly rising?"
He drew the covers completely around them. Molding his body against hers. shutting away the outside world.
Hermione nodded yes, and pulled his arm tightly around her. They were kissing. "We ah. . . . " her words were consumed the moment his lips found hers, and his sweet morning arousal filled her then, exploring through her like hot steel, bringing with it the same powerful fire they had shared in their lovemaking last night.
She granted him the admittance he wanted from her body. . . .the morning would have to wait.
Some time later. . . much later. . .
"How do you suggest we explain or tardiness for nearly seven hours," he teased her, kissing her again. "Your daughter. . . Im sure she's missing her mother. . . .we both shall have a great deal of explaining to do to Mr. Potter." he said slipping his fingers through the private curls between her legs. It was driving him crazy, the fact that he never wanted to stop touching her.
His coal-dark hair fell forward and tickled the side of her breast. His outstretched fingers intertwined around hers and she brought him up with a gentle pull and she meet his smiling lips.
Another hour later. . . .
They had managed to pull together a small breakfast of toast and sausages. But the sun was now fueling light through the kitchen window.
Some how three more additional hours were lost in between the bedroom and the shower they shared this morning.
Severus stood strikingly handsome and tall in the doorway watching Hermione comb her hair. He was casually dressed in a dark wizarding suit, with his normal, black tailored cape. Hermione however, came home with him only wearing the red bowtie uniform from the club.
Severus insisted that she choose one of his own to wear, and once she had chosen one, that was fairly new. He transfigured it for her. It was brown and he worked quickly turning into a soft mauve, panne fabric that looked like of crushed velvet, and he focused next on its buttons. Turning them from the dull bronzy polythene into that of pearled flowers that would clasp the entire garment closed and he flatten them each.
They laughed and chatted as if time did not matter, and that the day would hold its place purely for them. Hermione brushed her hair together, and using a few of the hair clamps she had scattered throughout her purse, she styled her hair into a presentable fall of freshly shampooed curls pinned high upon her head.
"You look positively divine." Severus re-entered his bathroom, holding a steaming cup of coffee out for her. The perfect picture of her so cleaned up and pretty, made him want to ravish her again.
"This, is beautiful!" said Hermione appraising him for working such a magnificent spell on the robe, it was perfect she thought. Her sleeves dropped into a narrow train from her wrist and she took the cup from his hand. They enjoyed their coffee together and Severus answered all the questions she had waiting for him about the large collection of books in his living room.
They arrived in Catchpole around noon standing just outside a pair of double doors designed of cut glass and red wood. The Potter's home, was that of an untraditional London home, mixed with a rather unique vintage, modern style. The roofing was stacked and slanted like a lantern with a chimney that drew to one side. All around the home there were odd dimensional windows, that fully harvested the daylight.
As Hermione and Severus approached the front doors, the crystal cut glass slowly formed the images of Ginny's and Harry's foyer. It was a beautiful home in its own odd little way, but nothing like the one that she and Draco shared, that one, Hermione remembered it was a more formal two-story brick home. Hermione stomped the passing memory of him completely out of her head, and knocked four times on the door.