After breakfast, as soon as normal visiting hours even began, Arthur arrived at the hospital with an excited Hermione in tow. She had changed into a nice blouse and matching skirt, hoping they made her look older and more attractive. She had to pinch herself to prove she was not dreaming and was in fact going to be Mrs. Severus Snape.
Trying to reassure Mr. Weasley, she reminded him that Professor Snape was her only option if she wanted a normal life and an opportunity to continue her teaching career at Hogwarts. Mr. Weasly had explained Professor, to Molly, Snape's reasoning for making her the offer and Hermione had to admit, she saw the logic in it. Of course, she remembered how it felt to be touched by him in her dreams and felt that at least making love to him would be better than anything the older decrepit wizards could offer.
Mr. Weasley left her outside the door of Professor Snape's hospital room with a "good luck," saying Ginny would come collect her later that evening. Hermione knew Ginny was in charge of Professor Snape's care and was hoping to talk to her before she went in to see him. What was he like now? How did he look? Was he still angry at her? He had told Mr. Weasley he was making his marriage offer to protect her. That had to stand for something, didn't it? She was to spend the whole day with Professor Snape so they could come to an agreement and perhaps make some arrangements for their future together. Hermione watched Mr. Weasley's retreating back while thinking all these thoughts and preparing herself to enter his room. Recalling the memory of how he kept her safe from the Lupin Werewolf, she quietly opened the door and slipped inside.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. There was a small light in the corner, but other than that, the room was cool and dim. She could hear the sound of a fan somewhere, circulating the air, and tried to control her breathing so as to not awaken the man that she saw lying in the hospital bed.
She slowly approached, looking at his sleeping face, her heart swelling at the sight of him. It was him! His jet black hair was longer than she remembered and was strewn across his face but there was no denying it was him, with his hook nose and his strong chin.
Stepping closer she realized he looked younger than she remembered. The lines around his face weren't as etched as before. He had looked old and tired as he lay dying in the boathouse. Now, even though all his features were the same, he appeared to be younger.
She studied his figure as he lay there. He was a tall man with broad shoulders, a strong chest, strong arms and wide hips. She blushed remembering how she had spread her legs to straddle his hips.
He was wearing a hospital gown and his blanket was tucked in tightly around his body, showing the bulge that was growing in the middle of his waist. Hermione looked away, quickly, trying not to concentrate on what she knew lie beneath that blanket. He moaned and shifted his position a little. She froze holding her breath, reluctant to wake him. What would he say if he knew she was standing here watching him sleep? After what seemed like an hour of just gazing on his sleeping face, she decided it was best to get this over with; she would have to wake him. Standing beside his bed, she reached over and smoothed his hair away from the left side of his face.
There was something about his face that she had always been attracted to, not to mention his deep sexy voice which seemed to vibrate through her entire body. It was so hard for her to keep from staring at him during his lessons. She loved it when he would give presentations because she could just stare at him unashamed, with him thinking her such an interested student. It did anger her though, when she would study so hard to learn everything so she could impress him and he would actually get angry that she knew all the answers.
Early in the morning hours he had slipped into the same recurring dream that had plagued him since he had awoken from his coma. In his dream he was always naked and helpless as Miss Granger poured a burning substance on each wound...she would laugh cruelly each time he cried out in pain. He would cry out for Lily but Granger was holding him down and keeping him from his precious Lily. This time however, the dream had started out the same but slowly changed. He was still naked lying in the boathouse but instead of pouring a burning substance on each wound, the Granger from the picture was gently kissing each injury one by one bringing the most delicious feeling to his body. In this dream, Granger not only kissed the injury by his cock, but she began to stroke it up and down with both hands wrapped around his shaft. An amazing feeling surged through his groin. He body was now completely relaxed, while his cock responded to each stroke Granger administered with her warm hands. She suddenly let go and his cock mourned the loss of her warm hands, until he realized she'd only stopped to remove her clothes. She straddled his lap again; however, this time she positioned his cock between her legs and slid his throbbing member deep inside her, until every inch of him was sheathed within her hot, wetness. Snape moaned at the feeling, only imagining what it must feel like…knowing even in his dreams that he'd never been inside a woman. His body began to shudder at this point. He was naked, helpless, and this beautiful woman…only a fool would say Miss Granger wasn't beautiful, was riding his cock and rubbing her clit like he'd watched her rub it before.
He started to slip out of the dream with an extreme feeling of sadness and loss, when he realized...someone was in the room. He knew it wasn't Ginny or one of the other nurses because he didn't hear the rustle of their uniforms. It wasn't until this unknown person got closer and he got a whiff of her honeysuckle perfume that he realized it was Granger. Remembering his dream, he longed to reach out and hold her. However, he quickly remembered that he was still angry at her for saving him. She had taken her sweet time in obeying his demands to come see him. His pulse quickened as she reached over and smoothed the hair off the left side of his forehead. How dare she touch him so intimately, did she think she could just come in here and touch him any way she wanted? It was like the night in the boathouse, all over again...perhaps she needed to be taught a lesson.
Adrenaline shot through his veins when he thought of how he was going to make her pay, for what she had done...what she had taken from him. When she reached out her right hand to smooth the other side, his hand snaked out and latching onto her forearm he yanked her down towards him, her face only inches from his. She gasped and struggled to pull away; however, he held firm and slowly opened his eyes to look into her beautiful, frightened eyes. With a sneer on his lip he said,
"Come back for more, Granger?"
"Please, professor, you're hurting me." She whimpered, still trying to pull away.
"Coming to finish the job you started?" He continued sarcastically.
"Wha…What do you mean?" She stammered.
"You liked touching my cock so much last time, I thought maybe you wanted to come back and use it some more."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise and she shook her head, not understanding what he could possibly mean…Merlin's underpants! Where was the man who had protected her from Werewolf Lupin?
"In the boathouse," he continued, in his dark, sultry voice, "you deny stripping me of my clothes and removing my briefs to get a better look?"
She suddenly realized what he meant and groaned, embarrassment coloring her checks a lovely shade, "You don't understand. It wasn't like that; I was treating your wounds." Her eyes pleaded with him to understand, but he was too spun up to stop now.
"Come on Granger, I saw everything you did to me. After you humiliated me by stripping me of all my clothes, you had the nerve to fondle my cock..."
"But it was just to move it out of the way so I could put phoenix tears on your snake bite..." She was breathless now; either from fear or embarrassment...he couldn't tell which.
"How about when you were kissing me, Granger, did you get off grinding yourself against me? Was that to heal an injury too? Had it ever occurred to you that kissing me and grinding your clit on my cock was making my cock hard? You quite enjoyed my hard cock didn't you? How far had you decided to go? Tell me sweetheart..." he pulled Hermione closer to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, "Did you decide to rape my unconscious body before or after you undressed me?" She resumed struggling against this iron grip, which excited him even more.
Fear settled in the base of her stomach...she didn't recognize this madman. He was talking slowly now as if to make sure she heard every word, "If Weasley hadn't come for you, when he did, would you have gone further? Maybe you wanted to see if a dead man's cock could still get you pregnant."
"No!" Hermione gasped, "No it wasn't anything like that." She looked around in panic, but the grip on her arm said she wasn't going anywhere.
"Admit it Granger, you enjoyed my cock, didn't you?"
Hermione began to shake; she had to think clearly and try to reason with him. "Okay, fine…yes, I'm human, damn it!" She closed her eyes her voice trembling now. "Merlin help me...your cock felt so good…" She opened her eyes and noted Professor Snape's shocked expression, regarding her confession, "but I've never done that with anyone and I wasn't trying to assault you, I swear…I was only trying to fulfill a promise I made to Professor Dumbledore. Please, please, you have to believe me."
"Dumbledore? What does he have to do with…" of course, where else would she have gotten the phoenix tears? That stupid, meddling fool…"What was in that vial, and how did you know to use it on me? Or…" he drew out, "Was that just an excuse to get your professor naked and fuck him when he was too helpless to defend himself?" Hermione was softly crying now but Snape didn't care. He had to know the truth. "Open your mind Hermione, let me see what he told you. I want to see everything."
"No!" She cried trying to pull away from him. She swung at him with her free hand but Snape just caught her arm with his other hand and dragged her up onto the bed against his chest, so that she was lying practically on top of him. His strong grasp was still holding her close to him as he stared into her eyes, and entered her mind. She saw herself talking to Dumbledore and Professor Snape was there standing in the room observing everything...she hated that she was powerless to stop him.
She had just entered his office and Professor Dumbledore offered her a seat. He smiled kindly and asked her if she knew of any muggle fairy tales. Looking confused, she saw herself reply, "Yes, several, which ones did you have in mind?"
"Snow White or Sleeping Beauty will do" he had replied.
"What about them?" She had asked.She seemed puzzled when he had started the conversation by asking her if she knew the story of, Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. "Of course, being from a muggle home, I've heard all the fairy tells that parents tell their children." She saw Snape, who was reviewing this memory with her, nod his head. Being a half-blood, he was familiar with both those tales, as well.
"They were both awakened from a curse by a kiss, were they not?"
The Hermione from her memory seemed to consider it and agreed that was true.
"The contents of this vial" he said, gently shaking it before her eyes to get her attention, "will awaken not a Princess, but a Prince." She saw herself starring at him, with no comprehension of where he was going with this correlation between the fairy tales and the vial he was still holding with a twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, an actual kiss from an innocent, if you will, would also be required if the person is only half a prince." She heard Snape groan.
Dumbledore gave a small chuckle as he reached down and placed it in her hand. Using his left hand he gently closed her fingers over the vial. "I fear you are the only person who can fulfill this requirement." He said turning away from her and reaching for the candy dish he kept on his desk. She watched herself looking at the vial, trying to determine the contents when he walked over to where Snape was now standing. She remembered thinking at the time that Dumbledore had walked away to refill the bowl. He had said something behind her but she hadn't heard him then, thinking he was muttering or singing as he was known to do. He stopped and stared past Snape but spoke softly as if he knew they both were listening.
"You're the only one brave enough to stand up to him." Hermione realized the Hermione in her memory hadn't heard him say that part. Obviously her subconscious mind did. "He will be angry and ungrateful but he deserves another chance to live the life he should have had…the life I took from him." He seemed to be looking straight at Professor Snape now and she heard Snape give a small gasp when Professor Dumbledore said, "Tears for healing, and blood of the stone for youth." Dumbledore had returned to the desk and was offering the Hermione, in her memory, a lemon drop; however, Snape was already moving through other memories. She was horrified to see that he had settled on the last dream she had of him before leaving the academy.
"No, please no…" She cried but it was too late.
Professor Snape watched with an amused smile on his face while the Snape of her dream memory made love to her on the boathouse floor.
"Well, well, well…" He said purred softly.
Hermione winced and tried to block out what she knew was coming next.
The Hermione of her dream memory had been on top of Professor Snape, riding him unmercifully while rubbing her clit with her right hand. She suddenly threw back her head and cried out in orgasmic pleasure. The Snape of her memory obviously just came inside her because he followed with a cry of pleasure and unbridled lust.
"What a delicious dream...is that what you think I sound like during lovemaking," the Snape reviewing her memory with her said. "Perhaps I should show you what a grown man really sounds like when he's spilling his cum inside your tight little quim."
Professor Snape slipped out of her mind and was still holding her against his chest; both of her arms in his vice-like grip, refusing to let go. Hermione was breathing hard, not sure what to make of his last comment. Her whole body was tingling with something akin to anticipation and fear.
"Why are you doing this? I saved you..." Hermione whispered as she stared into his cold, angry eyes.
"I never asked to be saved, Ms. Granger, I was happy where I was. I know Potter must have shown you my memories. I was with her, Damn it! I was with Lily and I could have spent all of eternity with her but you had to drag me back. You owe me for what you've done to me."
Hermione started to protest that she hadn't known, but Professor Snape interrupted her, his voice sounding hard and cruel. He yanked on her arms and pulled her higher up his body until she was lying on top of him staring down into his cruel face, her hair hanging down like a tent around his face. She could feel his chest muscles under her body and looked down at the sneering face she saw in class every time he taunted her for being brilliant. He still held his vice grip on each of her arms and she was powerless to move. He loved the power and energy that was flowing through his body. He could feel how frightened Granger was and was feeding off her fear. She would be putty in his hands.
"Don't you want to know how you're going to pay me back?" He practically purred. Hermione closed her eyes but he shook her until she opened them and looked at him.
"This is what's going to happen." He continued in his deep, silky voice, "I have offered a marriage contract on you." He waited for that part to sink in. "You are going to accept and become my wife and at that point…" He stopped as if to slowly savor the next words out of his mouth, "I will fuck you when I want to and you will give yourself to me willingly whenever I ask. You will also give me as many children as I feel like impregnating you with. If I want ten children you will spread your legs and birth all ten for me. In between teaching your potion classes, of course" He sneered, savoring her look of contempt. He felt rather brilliant, actually. He figured the knowledge driven, Hermione Granger, would abhor the idea of being his sex slave and mother to a brood of his children. The very thought should have her begging and pleading for mercy...any moment now. He would never purposely hurt her, he reasoned. Even though he was still angry at her, for some reason, just being in close proximity to the young woman and talking about her spreading her legs for him was having an effect on his body. He snapped out of his reverie, when she hissed,
"And if I don't agree?" Hermione asked, her body actually tingling from what he just described to her. She was not entirely against his proposition; the thought of him putting a baby inside her causing her insides to ache…she just didn't like being given ultimatums.
"Then I will tell everyone what you did to me in the boathouse. I will have everyone thinking you not only used an illegal substance which I assure you, youth serum from blood stone is very illegal, I will make sure everyone knows you undressed and raped me, for your sick pleasures, leaving me for dead. I'm skilled enough at occupancy to make any pensive show what I want them to see."
Hermione gasped, "No, no…that's not what happened at all!" Anger was starting to build up in her entire body. "Why are you doing this? Why are you saying these terrible things? I gave you a second chance at life."
"I didn't want your second chance, you silly girl! I wanted to be with Lily and you took that from me. You robbed me of any happiness I could have ever known, so guess what, I'm going to do the same thing to you. So you really have no choice," He continued his voice dripping with anger and resentment, "You will give yourself to me whenever I want and I will enjoy using you body to fulfill my sexual needs…what do you say to that, you fuckin Gryffindor slut!"
Without warning, something inside Hermione Granger snapped.
"You Son of a Bitch!" She screamed at him, yanking herself free and sitting upright, straddling his waist. She slapped him across the face, her sudden outburst of anger shocking him. "You think I should have let you die! I cried every day, you worthless piece of shit, thinking that I had failed to save you! After I saw your memories in the pensive I became obsessed with my failure! You gave everything you had to some ungrateful, little bitch and then spent your whole life crying over the fact that you still loved her!" Hermione was crying now and Snape was too shocked or scared to say anything…she had become a wild animal. He held up his arms after she slapped him to shield himself from the blows she was swinging at him. She was scaring the hell out of him, even though something inside him momentarily registered indignation that she had referred to his precious Lily as an ungrateful bitch. Hermione was still yelling and hitting him. "I fell in love with the man that I saw in the pensive, the man who shielded me from a Werewolf… and he turns out to be another whining piece of shit that didn't get his way in life. Well guess what? Life isn't fair! You're pissed because you've been given a second chance! What would Molly give for Fred to have a second chance! What would Tonks or Lupin give to have a second chance to raise their son! Answer me you worthless excuse for a man!" Snape was too scared to answer this crazed woman. "You think I'm afraid of you fucking me! Did you not just see my dream, genius? I've dreamed about you making love to me every night for the past year. And now I find out that you are alive, but you're nothing more than a…a…" She fell against him and lay there in devastation; crying bitter, disappointed tears. She was exhausted from her outburst, but her mind was still swirling, with several thoughts. Did he think she was some shrinking violet? Was he thinking she'd run from the room screaming and crying? How dare this useless son of a bitch threaten her? He thought he was going to make her pay? Two could play this game. She may not have any firsthand knowledge about how to stroke a man's cock, but with her mother's encouragement, she had read several books on what she was about to do. Damn him! She reasoned, she may have no choice but to marry him and play this game...but it was going to be on her terms.
Before he could react, she yanked his blanket down, thrust her hand under his gown and gripped his cock. She began fisting his cock, stroking it up and down. He gave a cry of alarm and tried to pull her hand off, but she held on tightly.
She gripped a fistful of his black hair, with her left hand, and yanked his head up so her mouth was flush with his ear. "I'll accept your terms, Sweetheart" she purred into his ear, "After we're married, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want and believe me I'll do everything in my power to make sure you take me repeatedly and enjoy it every time." She unclenched his hair and his head fell back on the pillow. Granger had the look of ultimate satisfaction on her face.
Snape was in a total state of panic now. He had lost complete control of this situation and he was a man who liked feeling in control. She was firmly gripping his cock and stroking the hell out of it. His black hair spread out over the pillow, his eyes wide with disbelief. She moved quickly so that she was on her knees, beside his waist and leaned over his achingly hard cock.
Snape's mind was reeling. What the hell was happening? This wasn't part of his plan. She was supposed to be crying and pleading for him not to carry out the plans he had, after they were married, to use her body to fulfill his sexual needs. Instead, she was stroking his cock up and down while setting his whole body on fire. He tried to fight it but his body was betraying him and sincerely enjoying what she was doing to him. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. She leaned down and ran her tongue across the head of his cock causing him to cry out and beg for her to do it again. He felt like an idiot for begging.
She placed her warm, wet mouth over the head of his cock and he thought he'd lose his mind pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked on his head a little harder and he closed his eyes so tight, he was seeing stars. He gripped the sheet in both hands and tried to hold onto his sanity. Merlin's beard, he'd never felt such pleasure like this before...it was almost indescribable. His whole body tingled and had a mind of its own as he continued thrusting his hips up trying to force his cock further in her mouth. Finally, she opened her mouth wider and his cock slid toward the back of her throat. He cried out in pleasure, knowing he should be ashamed that she had totally turned the tables and was sucking the hell out of his virgin cock. Shit! He was going to shoot his wad in the back of her throat any minute if he didn't think of something...not that filling her mouth with cum didn't appeal to him...but right now a part of his brain was screaming at him to snap out of it. He had to regain control, he couldn't let her pleasure him like this. This was not part of the plan. He had to prove he was the boss; he had to punish her, not the other way around. However, he couldn't even control his own moans and gasps of pleasure.
She leaned up on her knees to get a better grip and began stroking his penis from the base to the tip. Coming to his senses slightly, he attempted to remove her hand from his painfully stiff cock; however, she grabbed his left hand and pulling it towards her, slipped it between her legs and started to grind herself on his hand. She'd show this ignorant excuse for a man who could be intimidated! Hermione loved the sounds he was making. His deep voice reverberating with groans and moans of pleasure. Yes, this was better than any dream she'd ever had about him. She'd never realized she was capable of bringing this reaction out in him and loved the surge of power it gave her. She loved that he seemed drunk with the pleasure she was giving him.
His hips were thrusting up and down as her hands glided up and down the shaft of his cock. Snape realized he was pumping his hips in tune with her strokes. He was almost out of his mind with pleasure. How the hell did this girl know to do this and that it would drive him insane? He could feel his balls tighten, and clinched his hands into fists in an attempt to resist his urge to come. She was grinding herself against his left fist now, which was definitely not helping him control his urge to come. He was desperate to get a hold of himself. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was whimpering now...like a little boy.
Drawing on his many years of being a spy, Snape concentrated and was able to think clearly. He decided he had to do something to try and take back control of the situation. Hermione had to be punished...not the other way around. Due to her wearing a skirt, he could feel her clit getting wet through her knickers. Quickly he slid her underwear aside and inserted his index finger inside her. Merlin! She was so tight. Hermione, who had her eyes closed in concentration, suddenly opened them in shock and then gave a soft moan as he began sliding his finger in and out of her hot, wet body. With his other hand he grabbed her leg and yanked it over him, forcing her to straddle his lap again. He quickly thrust another finger inside her, using both fingers to stretch her fluttering quim. Hermione gasped at the added intrusion and seemed to be frightened now, causing him to get more aroused. She began struggling, trying to push his hand away with both her hands but he was too strong for her. He yanked on her leg causing her legs to spread further apart and shoved his fingers deeper inside her starting a rhythm of fucking her with his two fingers. She was so damn tight; he could only imagine what it would feel like to have his hard cock inside her. He felt her struggling even more and the fear that reverberated off her was like fuel on the fire. Any moment now, he was sure she would start begging him to take her…then he would show her who was in charge. He heard her crying out something over and over, but he was too crazed to recognize what she was saying. He angled his fingers for the greatest length and slid them straight up inside her as deep as they could go, feeling some resistance. She threw her head back and shrieked, causing him to stop forcing his fingers deeper inside her. "Stop! Please stop, Professor. I want you, but not like this! I'm still a virgin. Please, I'm a virgin!" She was crying now, her body shaking uncontrollably. He'd been so intent on taking her with his fingers he didn't realize that was why she had been struggling and fighting to keep him from putting his fingers deeper inside her. Shit! He'd never considered that she'd still be a virgin. She had both her hands on his wrist between her legs trying to pull his hand out. "I'll marry you like I promised and give myself to you whenever you want, but please…" she was sobbing now, "not like this…don't take my virginity with your hand. No matter what I've done, I don't deserve this!" Her words pierced his heart, like an arrow. She was crying harder now and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or pain. Her uncontrolled sobbing quickly brought him back to his senses and he was horrified at what he'd done. That's what she'd been saying all along, she'd been pleading with him not to take her virginity with his hand.
"Shit, shit, shit…" he was muttering to himself, completely withdrawing his fingers from her body. He was horrified to see a drop of her virgin blood on his fingers. What the hell was he thinking? He had lost control and was using his hand to punish Hermione Granger. She had her face in her hands and he could hear her sobbing. Damn it! He hadn't counted on her still being a virgin. He could no longer hold his previous threat over her head. A simple examination by a nurse would show that she was a virgin before tonight, so she couldn't have taken advantage of him, like he was willing to claim. With dread, he realized that same examination would show that he had probably just torn the girl's hymen with his hand like a savage. The small amount of blood on his fingers proved he had done some damage to her virginity.
Hermione continued sobbing, still straddling his waist. She'd stopped stroking his cock the moment he shoved his two fingers inside her...it didn't matter...he lost his hard on the moment he realized she was begging him not to assault her. God! He was such an ass! It didn't matter that he was using his hand, he thought looking around the room wildly...in the eyes of the Ministry…he'd just assaulted Hermione Granger! All the color drained from his face as that fact sunk into his brain. These past five days he'd been so angry, wanting to make her pay for the humiliation she had put him through and yet what he did to her was a hundred times worse. She was right; he was a miserable piece of shit! He thought of all things she had screamed at him and realized she was right about that too, instead of being grateful, he'd let bitterness and regret overtake him, making him do terrible things. She said she'd fell in love with the man in the pensive…was he still that man? Even if he was, could she really love him, her ugly potions teacher?
She looked so exhausted and close to becoming hysterical. He had to do something to calm her down; before someone ran in here and dragged him off to Azkaban. He quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around her, lying back on the pillow, while pulling her down on top of him.
"No, please, please…" she begged, thinking he was pulling her down to assault her.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, I'm so sorry," He whispered in her ear. "I got carried away; I had no right to assume you had given yourself to one of boys over the winter, and was no longer a virgin. I had no right to do what I just did."
He kept whispering his apologies in her ear as she lay on top of him. He smoothed back her hair and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was trembling. He pulled the extra blanket from the chair next to the bed and covered them both; whispering promises of keeping her safe and not letting anyone, especially him, hurt her ever again. She stopped shaking and soon he heard her heavy breathing and knew she was asleep. Occasionally, she would make a soft crying noise and he would hold her tighter against him, trying to comfort her while she slept. Was he assaulting her in her dreams too? Merlin's Beard! How did his plan get so far off track? He may have just put himself right back into Azkaban! He could see the headlines now, "Professor Snape rapes female student while she begs him not to take her virginity." No, no…it would be worse than that, he reasoned. The article would mention that not only had she been a student of his, but she had saved his life, and she had played a large part in defeating Voldemort. He was royally screwed! He should have realized he would have to treat this girl well or the Magical Community would have his head on a stick. He saw his whole plan of revenge poof up in smoke. He was starting to mentally prepare himself for the kiss of death he would receive at Azkaban, fear eating away at the pit of his stomach.
Suddenly, he felt a ray of hope when he remembered what she'd said. She had promised she would marry him and meet his terms, which meant she would give herself to him whenever he desired. Maybe that meant she wouldn't call for his arrest. Dumbledore had called her loyal and faithful. He knew that once she gave her word, it was her bond. With the fear of going to Azkaban slowly seeping out of his chest, he was able to think a little more clearly. Surely he could think of worse things in life than being married to Granger. If he had to go on living, it might as well be with a beautiful, young woman that was willing to sexually please him, after they were married, of course. He thought of the many implications of their union and it suddenly occurred to him how many of his acquaintances would be envious of his marrying a gorgeous, sexy, young woman. He thought about all the times the Marauders had made fun of him. If they could only see who he would eventually marry, he gave a silent chuckle; they would eat their hearts out. His chest swelled with pleasure when he thought that Sirius and Lupin were probably turning in their graves thinking of him marrying little Hermione Granger and him taking her anytime he wanted…within reason of course. He would never force himself on her again. He never wanted to see that look of shame and desperation in her eyes again. The weight of Hermione lying on top of him was reassuring. He gently kissed her on her forehead and sighed. Yes, lots of people would look at him differently from now on and not just because he was a hero…but because Hermione Granger had chosen him. He was always amazed at how she had stood by Harry Potter all those years. What must it be like to have a friend like that? And to think, out of all her choices…she had chosen him. The fact that she had little choice did nothing to dampen his spirits. She would be his and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. He was drifting off to sleep when he remembered something Lily had said to him, "Be good to her, Sev, she has lost so much."
"Yes, Lily, I'll be good to her, you'll see…you'll see…" He muttered as he drifted into a deep, restful sleep.