Hermione and Severus lay in bed, side by side, their fingers twined together as they stared at one another. Her eyes were focused on the little smirk of pleasure on his lips, his even breaths as she watched him.
He tugged her closer, brought her to him and kissed the top of her head.
So right, the way she fit in his arms, he couldn't imagine a time that they hadn't been so close, a time she hadn't been his.
Always, he wanted her to always be his.
"Hermione." He muttered into the top of her head, her nude body pressed against his shivered.
"Mm?" She didn't want to speak, just lay there and breathe him in. He was her haven, her home.
Two years, they'd been together two, beautiful, blissful years and she had no complaints. Could not imagine being anywhere else.
"Hermione." Her eyes flicked open and locked onto his, his lips tipped up in a rare smile as he watched her expression morph from tired, to annoyed, to content.
"Yes love?" She finally moaned, his lips found hers and kissed her, deeply.
"Will you marry me?" He finally asked, his hand coming back to his nightstand and pulling the box there away. She stared at him with wide eyes, her face a mix of pure shock and pleasure.
"I thought you'd never ask!" She squealed and wrapped her arms around him, bare breasts pressed into his chest and he groaned into her ear. Gods he loved this witch.
She was his everything, his everyone, his most important person.
"Try not to choke me to death, love." He grunted and she laughed, pulling back and staring him in the face. The last year had been difficult, no one would argue them that. They'd found their way through it though, Severus now the permanent Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione the Professor of Potions.
"Won't the students be so confused to have two Professor Snapes!" She giggled, gleeful, happy, so happy.
"Gods I love you." He grunted, his lips catching hers as his fingers pried open the ring box and pulled the shimmering ring from it. She pulled back and presented her hand. Watched him slip it onto her hand.
It was beautiful, a rope woven from silver and eternal, circling into forever.
No stones, he knew her, knew her love of simplicity, her desire not for flashy things but only his devotion.
"I love you too Sev." She brought her fingers to either side of his face, kissing him passionately, their kiss deepened and soon he hovered above her. His hard length twitched against her thigh and she groaned, rocked herself into him.
He moaned as he found himself sheathed in her hot core, her back bowed to him, fixing him between her clenching walls and rocking with him. He took her, soft, slow, all of his love.
All of him. Always.
Always together, always entwined.
She was a part of his soul.
"Severus!" She cried, her orgasm rocking her around him as he found his own released, his lips fell to hers, left them, kissed her everywhere, jaw, eyelids, lips, cheeks, everywhere he could reach. Finally, when she stopped shaking and clenching beneath him he pulled himself free and fell beside her. Pulled her into his arms and cradled her to him.
His little witch, his little fiancé, soon his little wife.
Hermione held up her hand, her eyes admiring the ring that rested there, soft against her flesh.
SSHG
Hermione lay across Severus' lap in their library, a book to each of their faces and their eyes tracing the pages. It was a normal day without students, an average summer day the pair chose to spend inside, in one another's company.
She snuggled herself closer to him and yawned, her eyes drooping for a moment before snapping back open and he closed his book to look down at her.
"Have you heard from the potioneers yet?" The question had been niggling at him but she'd said nothing about it and he assumed it meant she hadn't.
"No, they're taking their sweet time. Aren't they?" She scoffed. She'd completed the first part of their task, excelled at their so called complicated potion and now, now she'd had to send off three scrolls filled with everything she knew about potion making, as well as two vials of the hardest potions she could make.
She'd thought she'd done a damn fine job but they still hadn't gotten back to her.
When they did, her next, and final task would be to create her own potion, completely on her own with no help.
Severus didn't like the idea but, he was a control freak and she was accustomed to it.
"I promise, I'll tell you as soon as I hear something." She hummed, her fingers came up to hook into his hair and he smirked, his mouth came down to capture hers, gently, a tasting.
He would never get enough of her lips.
"Have you heard anything from Draco about his help with the wedding?"
She grinned.
"We're going to taste sweets next week, I'm very, very excited, my dear future husband." She grinned and he wrinkled his nose.
"Just please, try not to choose things too sweet." He was watching her eyes sparkle with delight.
"Bitter and black like your soul then?" She teased, eyebrows raised and he flicked the tip of her nose.
"Absolutely not, you've not allowed any bitter blackness to remain in my soul, my love." He grunted and she grinned up at him.
"I should hope not. Though please, never lose that darling dark edge." His chest rumbled.
"I can promise you my future wife, there will never, ever come a day." She shivered against his legs and her face flushed, brought a smirk to his lips.
"I think, I would like to have my own tasting today." He stood from under her and before she knew it her book was discarded and she was being carried off to the bedroom, screaming and giggling the entire way.
"I love you, Severus Snape." She laughed when he tossed her onto the bed and the door slammed behind him.
SSHG
Hermione greeted the new charms Professor politely as he stepped into the castle a week before the arrival of students. Minerva had sent her as an ambassador, the nicest Professor in the school and she smiled at him with her arms hooked behind her back.
He was a young man, not much older than her, probably Fred and George's age, with sharp blue eyes and floppy silver hair. She greeted him whilst rocking on her heels.
"Hello, I'm Professor Granger." She grinned, finally holding out a hand which he took with an enchanted little smile. Hermione ignored it.
Not interested, at all.
"Mikeel Thrush." He greeted, his hand warm and firm around hers before he brought it to his lips to kiss. Her eyelid twitched but if he noticed he said nothing.
"I teach Potions but I very much enjoy charms, I'm sure we'll have lots to talk about." She smiled politely and motioned for him to follow as she turned. She didn't miss his eyes on her bum and smirked.
Oh, her wizard was going to be jealous, and this was going to be entertaining.
"Good to hear it, I'd thought everyone here would be a boring old person." He admitted, his hands jammed in the front pockets of his jeans as he caught up to walk beside her. Her eyes flicked to his attire and she shook her head.
"You should really put on your robes, however, it is very important we set a good example for the incoming students."
"I have a week though, don't I?" He shrugged and Hermione narrowed her eyes. Too accustomed to her wizard and his strict beliefs on things.
Not that she wasn't just as bad.
"Right, well, the headmistress' office is just through here." She stood in front of the gargoyle and motioned to it.
"Bogey beans." She recited and he glanced at her.
"What?"
"It's her password, a throw back in remembrance of Professor Dumbledore before her, he had quite the sweet tooth."
"Oh." He raised his eyebrows and stared down into her face hard, his eyes narrowed on her lips.
"Well, I hope to see you later then." He shrugged and she motioned to the stairs.
"Best get on with it then, otherwise you'll have to walk up them all." She glanced at the rising staircase with a smirk.
Oh yes, her wizard was going to eat this one alive.