Hermione stared down at the silvered envelope in her hand. She had a very good idea who it was from when she'd seen the owl but she was still surprised to see both Harry, and Draco's names scrawled across the front of the envelope.
"What do you have there, love?" She smiled and leaned back into him, he'd come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, his chin fell to her shoulder. Peace.
She felt peace every time he made such motions.
Snow dusted the ground as she stared out the window and flashed the envelope.
"I believe we have been invited to a wedding, dear Severus." She turned her head to peck the side of his face before her fingers pried apart the wax stamp on the back and pulled the heavy invitation out.
Much like a howler it unfolded and played a pretty tune as the words drifted from it, much softer than a howler, thankfully.
"You are invited as an honorary couple to the wedding of Misters Malfoy and Potter. They cordially invite you to stand at their sides on this momentous occasion as their maid of honor and father of the groom." Severus blinked a few times.
"I suppose, with Lucius in Azkaban and his mother dead it makes perfect sense he would request me." Severus narrowed his eyes at the invitation.
"Please record your RSVP, wedding colors are silver, green, and red." The invitation fell back into Hermione's hands for the recording of their answer and she snuggled back into Severus.
"Can you tolerate what will no doubt be a very to-do event for Misters Potter and Malfoy?" She teased over her shoulder, he growled in her ear, his teeth grazed the skin.
"No, but to see you in your finery again, I think I can withstand any hardship." Hermione blushed, recorded their answer quickly and tucked it into her pocket, she would go up to the owlery at her next chance.
She spun in his arms and hooked her arms around his neck as he stared down at her, black eyes intense as he took in her face.
"Hermione…" He breathed, his face falling to hers, his lips capturing her own in the sweetest of kisses.
"We have class Sev." She grinned up at him, her fingers caught his jaw and caressed the smooth skin there delicately.
"Later then, my delicious witch." He smirked and turned from her, disappearing down the hall and leaving her breathless.
"Damned man." She hummed, a soft smile on her face before she followed behind him.
SSHG
"Hermione, stop, I cannot concentrate, you insufferable witch." Severus groaned, he was trying to do his grading but the witch who'd maneuvered herself under his desk, up between his legs, and had finally settled on his lap only grinned at him playfully.
"We've been grading for three hours Sev." She caught his hand that held his quill and it fell to the parchment he'd been grading, ink splattered across the paper and he growled lowly. "Oh please, it can be cleaned up. Come with me, please?"
She'd managed to scoot his chair back significantly by this point and stood, tugged his hand.
"Don't I give you enough attention, witch?" He grunted as he stood from his seat, she could tell he was not really too irritated though, by the way he allowed her to tug him along.
"You give me plenty of attention Severus, this night is for you. If you dislike what I've done for you then you may return to these boring essays and slave the night away." She had managed to drag him into the dungeon hall, soon she lead him into their chambers where he paused.
The entire room was lit by candles, glowing softly as they floated along as if on air. The ceiling had been enchanted to look like the night sky and there were blankets laid out where normally their chairs and sofa sat in the library, a fire roared in front of them.
He glanced to the little witch at his side who smiled serenely and led him to the blankets where she pushed him to sit.
There was a glass of firewhiskey beside him and he raised an eyebrow as she rounded on him, stood right in front of him, the fire lighting her skin with brilliance.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing witch?" He cocked an eyebrow at her but she only grinned and unfastened her robes, one button at a time. When the soft fabric fell away she stood before him, a deep black nightie, sheer on her breasts with only a panel of thick silk around her middle, beneath was a lacy pair of knickers, little bows tied on them, so easy to unlace and pull apart, his breath caught in his throat.
She flushed stood in front of the fire as he stared up at her, the glorious being in front of him.
"Severus?" She looked like she was starting to second guess herself and he sprang into action, coming up on his knees and his hands grasping her hips, pulling her to him.
"Gods witch, what are you trying to do to me?" She played with the strap of her nightie, her eyes sparkled with the candlelight around her.
"I understand that it may have escaped your notice, but the students have returned from winter break a week ago, yet there is still snow on the ground. Have you a guess yet what time of year it is?" She cocked an eyebrow and he narrowed his eyes on her, unsure where she was going with this.
"You've lost me, perhaps because your body before me has taken all of my attention." He growled into her hip, his teeth nipped her there and she hissed.
Her fingers twined into his hair and forced his head back to look into her face.
"Severus Snape, I knew you would forget this oh so important day." She cast a tempus, quickly, nonverbal, wandless, she never ceased to amaze him.
It was ten after midnight, he gave her a lost look.
"Severus, it's your birthday!" She bent down to kiss his forehead, her eyes sparkling. "The ninth of January, 1999. And how long have we been together?" She cocked an eyebrow.
He felt this was a trick question but opened his mouth to answer anyway.
"Am I counting from the moment I decided you were to be mine, or from our official decision to be together?" He smirked up at her and she ran her fingers through his hair, brought them back to his jaw and ran across it gently.
Gods her touch was maddening.
Especially in the little bit of fabric she wore, showing her off to him.
"When did you decide I was to be yours?" She questioned, her eyes sparkled as she stared down at him.
He smirked.
"I fear, my dear, it may have been the moment you slipped and busted your arse in the bathroom." She wrinkled her nose at the memory but the smile on her lips reached her eyes.
"Then, count from then." She breathed when his fingers came around to grasp her bum, gave it a little squeeze.
"Then nearly eight months, my darling Hermione." His lips had gone back to her hips and she tangled her fingers in his hair, her head fell back as his hot breath caressed her.
"I'd say that your birthday falls at the perfect time for this gift then, wouldn't you?" She tipped her head back up to look at him. His face had worked its way beneath the loose gown and his mouth was busy laving at the soft skin beneath.
"I think it is your most brilliant idea yet, now come here." He groaned and tugged her down to him, flipped her beneath him on the blanket. His mouth found her skin again, tasting, hungry.
She mewled and wiggled beneath him, moaning when his lips found a particularly sensitive spot and her eyes drifted closed.
"Gods Hermione, I've wanted to taste you for so long." He'd drifted downward, his fingers undoing the cute little bows on her knickers, a tight coil of heat settled in her abdomen, drove itself to her core as he slipped a finger in, then another, and spread her before him.
A delicacy, a feast for his eyes and his taste buds, he dove in, gave pleasure to her flesh over and over until she shuddered and cried out on the floor.
Only then did he remove his clothing, as she lay there, recovering and watching with dewy eyes. He smirked as his shirt fell away and she hummed her approval.
He moved to come down to her again as his trousers and boxers were tossed to the side but she caught him. Her tongue laved his tip before he could protest and soon he was buried in her mouth.
This was not where he wanted to finish however, no, he wanted to finish in her tight, hot core.
He pushed her back when he felt himself reaching the edge and nearly toppled over when she licked her lips lustfully.
"Ahh, witch, are you ready for me?" He groaned out, coming down between her legs and lining himself up. She bit her lip.
"Severus, this was the greatest invitation I could come up with." She smirked and he groaned, his fingers grasped her knees tighter.
"I cannot wait to bury myself in you." She squirmed, "To hear you shout my name as I drive myself into. Mine Hermione." He thrust forward, filled her to the brim and left her mewling and moaning as she clenched around him, so tight.
She should have told him she was a virgin, he would have gone slower. She blinked up at him.
"I didn't want you to take it easy, Severus, this is for you." She grasped his hips with her thighs and tugged him closer with his legs, driving him into her to the hilt. He groaned, hissed at her tightness around him.
"You. Are. Mine." He enunciated each with a thrust and she moaned. His, this witch was his.