The reception seemed to go by in a blur. Snape remembered holding Hermione in his arms the entire time, whether they were dancing or mingling about the room, which Hermione insisted they do. She'd said it would be just plain rude to disappear, even though she sounded like that's exactly what she wanted to do. His little Hermione always played by the rules, so he bit his tongue and followed Hermione's lead. What he really wanted to do was whisk her away to his private chamber in the castle, which had been his since he began teaching potions at Hogwarts. Of course, it was now going to be their private chamber, since Tippy had been busy changing it from a bachelor's living quarters to something Hermione would be comfortable living in. By the end of the evening, Snape's face hurt from forcing a smile at everyone who came up to congratulate them. Several wizards had gathered at one end of the tent and were discussing the events of the day while their wives were mingling. Snape was oblivious to what they were saying about him.
"How the hell did Snape, that old bat of the dungeons, wind up with her?" One wizard asked the others.
"I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. When I saw him standing up there waiting his turn, I couldn't wait to see what type of monstrosity was going to be coming up the aisle. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it was that vision of loveliness. I almost fell out of my chair, just ask my wife."
"Well I heard," one wizard was leaning in closer so the others would hear, "that she's the one that saved his life."
"We all know that…" The other wizards moaned.
"Yeah, yeah, but my cousin at the Ministry said she threw a fit until they forced him to marry her." The other wizards looked at him in shock. "Said he owed her his life and she was collecting on that debt."
The wizards all turned collectively and looked at the aforementioned couple who were laughing at something Headmaster McGonagall was telling them.
"Bloody Hell," the first wizard said, "I wish a beautiful witch, like her, had showed up at the Ministry demanding that I be delivered to her on a platter." The other wizards all broke out in laughter clapping their friend on the back.
Snape heard their laughter and narrowed his eyes as them. It didn't take him long to realize they were all envious of him. He leaned over and kissed Hermione on top of her hair making the wizards all shoot jealous stares his way. Hermione looked up at him with adoration and used her thumb to wipe away some cake icing that was on the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and devoured her in a passionate kiss that left her breathless. He could almost feel the waves of envy washing over the men in the crowd and basked in it. Hermione pushed him away gently and whispered, "Show-off." He threw back his head and laughed; Hermione had known exactly what he was up to.
Professor McGonagall patted her hair again and resumed telling them about her conversation with Dumbledore the night before, and Snape smiled knowing how much that man loved gossip.
Rita Skeeter had kept her distance from the three couples but sent her photographer over, a few times, to take photos. She knew Kingsley was keeping an eye on her and had vowed to be on her best behavior.
The reception had finally wound down and most of the guests had reluctantly departed. The three couple's hugged Headmaster McGonagall farewell and walked back up to the castle.
Ron and Gabrielle were Flooing back to the burrow. They already had a honeymoon after they eloped, so they were looking forward to some quiet time alone. Ron had added an addition to the burrow and they couldn't wait to get back there.
Snape and Ginny, both having private quarters because of their positions at Hogwarts, were taking their respective spouses back to their quarters to retire for the night. Ginny had confided in Hermione that she and Harry were leaving in the morning and traveling for a week. Harry was going to take her to all the muggle places he had visited growing up. Ginny was so excited to be seeing that part of his life. She said when her father first heard of their plans, he was so jealous, he actually looked green. Of course, Harry had smoothed over his feathers by promising to give him the same tour, at a later time.
Hermione shared with Ginny that Snape was taking her back to Switzerland. They were going to stay a few days at a hotel near the Academy so she could show him the hillside where he whispered to her and kept his memory alive. Ginny clasped her hand to her heart and declared that to be the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. Hermione laughed and gave her friend a huge hug.
The three couples said their goodbyes before Ron and Gabrielle disappeared into the Floo. Harry and Snape shook hands and patted each other on the back while the girls hugged and fought the tears that wanted to cry. They had come so far together, and it was their friendship that had seen them both through some tough times. After the girls hugged their best friend's husbands, the couples parted ways and headed to their quarters.
Snape stopped Hermione outside the door to their quarters and insisted on carrying her over the threshold. Hermione was amused that her husband was aware of this muggle tradition. He carried her in the door and sat her down on her feet so that she was facing him. Snape looked around the room and it was just as he remembered it. Of course, it was a little neater and tippy had added colorful pillows on the couch and floor. He looked back and Hermione and saw that she only had eyes for him.
She was remembering the first time she had seen him walk into his classroom, strutting like he owned the castle. His presence seemed to fill the whole room. She remembered raising her hand and trying to impress him, since she knew the answer to the question and Harry obviously did not. He had called her a silly girl and told her to put her hand down. From then on, he seemed to take great pride in criticizing her for her brilliance. She smiled devilishly, when she thought of how she was going to make him pay for that. Her body burned with desire at the thought of taking that proud man and reducing him to putty in her hands, which she planned on doing tonight….no rules, no boundaries.
She stood on her tiptoes and pulled Severus head down to kiss his lips. She pulled her mouth from his hungry kiss and whispered the last part, concerning no boundaries, into his ear. Using his shoulders as leverage, Hermione pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Snape wrapped his arms around her thighs to support her weight and pressed her up against the wall, grinding his groin between her spread legs. Hermione put her hands up against the wall in surrender and begged, "Take me here Severus, just like you would have the night you were pulling security, if I had told you I wanted you." Snape was kissing her on the neck and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure, Hermione? I could take you to the bedroom…"
"Please, Severus, please take me here."
Snape set her feet on the floor and she reached under her wedding dress and removed her panties, her gartered stockings staying in place. Snape didn't have to be told twice. He quickly unbuckled his pants and let them fall, along with his shorts down to his knees. Hermione put her hands back on his shoulders and he lifted her back into place with her legs wrapped around him, bunching her dress up around her waist. Hermione moaned in pleasure as he rubbed his cock along her slit making it drip with anticipation. Snape pulled back a little and holding the base of his cock began sliding it inside her. Hermione put her head down on his shoulder and fought not to cry out in discomfort as his cock slowly filled her. His girth made it feel like she was being ripped in two. Being pressed against the wall gave her no leave way. She was powerless to move as he was driving himself deeper and deeper inside her. He was only half way in and paused to let her get used to the feel of him inside her.
"Please, don't stop," she whimpered, "Please keep going."
"I can tell I'm hurting you, Hermione, I'm so sorry...I don't know what to do..."
"Please, one powerful thrust, I can't take…" he covered her mouth with his and thrust his hips towards her forcefully, burying his cock completely inside her. He heard Hermione cry out in his mouth and felt like a deplorable monster, when his body shuddered at the sudden burst of pleasure. Hermione felt him enter deep inside her and besides the sharp pain, felt fullness like she'd never experienced. He stood still for a second while she trembled and then began slowly pumping his hips trying to be as gentle as possible, now that he knew he'd definitely torn her hymen. Slowly, the discomfort subsided and the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth inside her was incredible. It felt like she had an itch that he was managing to scratch perfectly. Snape gritted his teeth against the urge to begin thrusting wildly. He didn't know it would feel so wonderful to be inside a woman. Her pussy was so hot and wet. It gripped him so tightly, giving him such immense pleasure that it was a struggle to keep up his slow rhythm. His entire body trembled with the urge to thrust into her with abandon and pound her into the wall. Sensing his struggle, she whispered for him to ride her harder. He picked up the pace a little and she began moaning in pleasure. She kept crying out the word, "harder," until he did feel like he was pounding her into the wall. He was panting from the exertion and reveled in her gasps of pleasure. He slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit with his thumb. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, before her sex suddenly clamped down on him and she shrieked out her pleasure. Her tight box continued convulsing around his cock and he fought his instinct to thrust deep inside her and come until he was completely drained. He concentrated on the ingredients needed for Polyjuice potion as he continued his steady thrusts. She came twice in a row, burying her hands in his hair to hold his head still so she could kiss him passionately, crying into his open mouth every time he brought her to the abyss and back. She finally came so hard that he had to remind her to breathe. The force of her final orgasm caused him to experience his own orgasm, shooting his cum deep inside her. He fought to control his breathing as he still held her in position against the wall. He slowly became aware of the fact that she was crying and it scared the hell out of him. "Hermione, baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn't hurt you."
Between sobs she told him she had no idea sex was so incredible, and if she hadn't been so stubborn, she would have confessed her love to him before Dumbledore died. She could have had this two years ago and every day since. He smiled into her hair pleased that he could sex this woman so good that it brought her to tears.
He gently set her down on her feet and waited to make sure she could stand before pulling his shorts and pants back up and refastening them.
Taking Hermione by the hand, he led her to the bedroom and after helping her slip out of her dress, he allowed her to assist him in shedding his clothes. She pulled him into the showers and soaped up his back as the warm water cascaded around them. After they rinsed off, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out to their bedroom, taking care to lay her gently on the bed.
"We're still wet," Hermione giggled.
"Not as wet as you're going to be," Snape purred as quickly positioned himself between her legs and buried his face in her wet cunt.
Hermione attempted to close her legs, but Snape had wrapped his arms around her thighs and forced her legs to remain open—she was at his mercy. She gripped the bedcovers in her fists as he brought her from one stunning orgasm to the other. Her voice, hoarse from screaming in pleasure, begged him for mercy, and he slid back up her body and lay gently on top of her. She trembled in his arms as he whispered in her ear that he wasn't finished fucking the hell out of her.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside her once again, "oh, fuck, Hermione...you feel so damn good, girl...so tight...so damn tight," he growled as he began thrusting in and out of her forcefully. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her hips around his waist.
"Don't stop, Severus...please don't stop...oh gods, you're fucking me so good," she cried as he continued pounding her into the mattress. He held onto his release through three more of her orgasms before shouting her name and coming inside her. Completely spent, he collapsed on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. She mewed contentedly beside him as she drifted to sleep. He held her close and pulled the blankets over them, loving the feel of her bare skin against his.