Hermione stared across the small table at her husband who was buried behind a newspaper. The hotel balcony where they were enjoying breakfast gave them an excellent view of the sleepy town below without putting them on display. They had waited an additional week before embarking on their honeymoon. Hermione wanted to give her husband a week to relax in their chambers before dragging him to Switzerland and her former academy. There was a slight breeze blowing through her hair and teasing the edges of his newspaper. Hermione had yet to change out of her silk nightie with matching robe. She waited patiently as he sipped his tea. Having already finished a cup herself, she was getting restless. Severus turned the page against the small breeze giving her a view of his pajama bottoms and bare chest. It had taken her a few days to convince him that his scars did not disgust her. They were a part of him, just as her scars were a part of her. They told a story of bravery and sacrifice. His chest was mostly hairless. He had a sparse amount of hair on his lower abdomen that led down to his treasure, or her treasure as she now considered it. He looked utterly delicious and tempting sitting there, oblivious to her eyes wandering all over his body. She longed to slide her hand underneath the waistband of his pajamas and feel his hardness pressed against her hand.
Hermione ran her fingers along the rim of her cup and slid them into her mouth slowly, all while mentally undressing him with her eyes. Snape happened to glance over the top of his paper and caught his wife's hungry appraisal. He loved it when his wife looked at him as if she were undressing him and loving what she saw; however, he wondered if she would always act this wanton. Surely, the fact that she was going to be a professor herself someday... He sighed as he remembered McGonagall's advice and knew it would be up to him to get the point across to his lovely bride.
He quickly folded his paper, and her gaze snapped up to his knowing glare. He made a great show of taking a sip of his tea as his dark eyes bored into hers. He observed her anxious glance at the door which led back into their suite and saw her nervous swallow. As if sensing his next move, she leapt to her feet the same moment he did and squealed as he caught up with her at the door. He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. She was gasping from exertion or excitement; he wasn't sure which. He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and immediately slid on top of her.
"Mrs. Snape, what have I told you about undressing me in public and making sexual overtures?" Snape mumbled as he held her hands up over her head and began placing kisses along her neck and collarbone.
"Well, Mr. Snape, since we weren't actually in public, per say, it was within my rights and responsibilities to..." she murmured as she ground her hips against his pelvic bone. She freed her hands and slid one underneath his waistband, with the intent of gripping his manhood, when he slid back on his knees out of her reach.
"Mrs. Snape, I cannot reward you for practicing bad behavior." Snape warned in his teaching voice. The smile fell off her face as she stared into his stern glare.
"My gods, are you serious?" She asked, panting from her arousal.
"Yes, I'm serious." Snape snapped as he ran his hand thru his hair. "I'm going to be working hard to rebuild my reputation as a professor and I need to be taken seriously. You making hungry eyes or trying to put your hands down my pants is disrespectful and will not help my cause."
His words felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown in her face. All thoughts of romance slipped immediately from her mind. Hermione slid off the bed and took a few steps away, then paced back in frustration.
"First of all, Professor Snape," she whispered as tears gathered in her eyes, and Snape suddenly realized he was in trouble. "We are not in public; which if we were, I know better than put my hands down your pants as you so eloquently put it." The tears slid down her face and Snape couldn't have felt lower than he did this very moment. "Secondly, Professor, we are on our honeymoon where I have it on good authority that it is acceptable to initiate sexual relations. Forgive me for my social faux pas, and for seeking comfort on what will be a very trying day for me." She stormed into the bathroom, slammed the door shut and erected a silencing spell.
Hermione leaned against the vanity and allowed the tears to slide down her face. She knew her husband was worried about how he would be perceived when school started again. However, he should know she would never do anything to embarrass him or be disrespectful. She took a few deep breaths before stepping into the shower and letting the hot water wash away her tears. She concentrated on clearing her mind. Today she would return to the place that had been so bitter sweet for her. She had dreamed during the night that she had awakened on the hillside and realized it had all been a dream, she had never left the academy, and Severus hadn't survived after all. She awoke with a start and almost cried when she heard him snoring softly beside her. He did survive and he was here with her now, which meant the world to her. Standing under the hot jets, she frowned when she realized Professor McGonagall must have said something to Severus about their recent behavior at Hogwarts. The Headmistress had spoken to her as well. She had taken everything the older matriarch said with a grain of salt; however, Severus seemed to have taken it to heart. Hermione lathered up her hair and thought perhaps she should show her husband that she could practice restraint.
Snape stared at the closed door and wondered what the hell just happen. They'd been sitting out on the balcony drinking their tea when he remembered the stern lecture he'd received from McGonagall regarding acceptable behavior from Professor's. Shit, shit, shit... He'd let that old biddy get to him. He knew Hermione took her career seriously and would never do anything to belittle him or treat him with disrespect. Of course they had snogged a lot before their wedding, everyone did. So what, if McGonagall had caught them snogging in the corridors...school hadn't resumed yet. Of course they would practice discretion. He groaned when he thought of Hermione confessing her low self-esteem issues and her fear of rejection. On top of all that, they were visiting the academy today, where she had suffered with the guilt of his supposed death. Surely she would be nervous about returning there. He knew she needed to be held and comforted when facing something so traumatic. He remembered how she had explained her sense of hopelessness and desperation to Ron and cursed himself for being such an insensitive ass. She'd loved him so much that the thought of losing him had almost driven her into madness. He punched the pillow a few times to blow off some steam and regain his composure. Gathering his courage, he crossed the room and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, baby...I was a big jerk." Snape said against the door, hoping she would hear him.
The door was wrenched open and Hermione stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with her wet hair still dripping. "No, I overreacted, Severus," she said quickly. "Let's get an early start to the Academy...I think you will really like Professor Flen... you can also see where I collected potion ingredients," she was rambling uncontrollably as she attempted to slip past him.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Hermione, I was a complete ass..."
Hermione put her fingers on his lips to silence him. "It's okay...I will get the hang of this 'wife of a professor' life I have chosen."
Snape groaned softly. Harry had warned him about crossing Hermione—he knew he wasn't getting off this easy... as a matter of fact it might be a while before he was permitted to get off, literally.
"Please, I'm a little nervous about visiting the academy today. Get dressed and we'll get a head start. Perhaps we can join some of my former colleagues for dinner and then take a late night stroll through the gardens. Snape noticed she hadn't included "make mad, passionate love" in the list of things to do. He kissed her gently on the forehead and entered the bathroom thinking, "Damn you Minerva!"
When he emerged 30 minutes later, he turned around in a slow circle so his wife could appraise him. He was wearing black dress trousers with a long-sleeved white dress shirt. He had rolled the cuff of his sleeves up to appear more casual. Hermione gave him one of her dazzling smiles and unbuttoned his top three buttons. "You look very handsome, Severus. I will have to make sure no one tries to steal you away from me today."
Snape took in the sight of his lovely wife and his breathe caught in his throat. She was wearing a long clingy summer dress. It was white, hugged her figure in all the right places and ended at her calves. Her hair had dried in soft waves and framed her beautiful face. Snape swallowed hard when he thought of having to share her with others today. Surely they would take one look at him and wonder what she saw in him. He saw how reserved she was acting and mentally kicked himself again. Normally, she would be in his arms by now.
She stood on her toes and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Are you ready to face my inner demons with me?"
Snape looked down into her worried face as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He mentally kicked himself again when he remembered everything she had endured here. No wonder she wanted to be held... wanted to initiate lovemaking this morning.
He surprised her by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his arms. She stood rigid at first then relaxed as he tightened his hold on her, and she laid her head against his chest.
"I'll gladly follow you anywhere, woman."
Snape was rather impressed with the academy. The school was slightly smaller than Hogwarts, but impressive just the same. Hogwarts let out for summer break each May; however, the academy ran until the end of June. Hermione had informed him that they kept attendance numbers low so the Professors could provide more attention to each student, so Snape was not surprised when they arrived and the hallways were not packed with students.
What he wasn't prepared for was the fact that Professor Flen resembled a Greek Adonis. He was the same height as Snape; however he had an athletic build, shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, and the bluest eyes Snape had ever seen. Snape controlled his features as Flen engulfed Hermione in a bear hug and kissed her on the cheek. Hermione withdrew from his hug and beamed up at him, before stepping back to stand next to her husband.
"Professor Flen, I would like to introduce you to my husband, Professor Severus Snape."
Snape noticed the look of surprise that flitted across Professor Flen's face. There was also something else, perhaps jealously?
"Professor Snape, Hogwarts' Potion Master. It's an honor to meet you."
"Likewise," Snape said in his silky voice, accepting the man's hand and giving him a firm handshake. Snape quickly put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and pulled her close, a move that was not missed by Flen. "Hermione has told me so much about you." Snape added, almost feeling sorry for the man, who apparently had a crush on Hermione.
"That's funny, because she never mentioned you." Flen said with a sickly sweet smile. "I was under the impression that Hermione didn't even have a boyfriend." Hermione opened her mouth to speak when Flen blurted, "Ah, the Marriage Law the Ministry is enforcing in Great Britain. We are, of course exempt here. If I had known they were dragging you back to force you into marriage, Miss Granger, I never would have let you go."
Hermione felt her husband stiffen next to her and quickly defused the situation. "That was more my fault actually. When I heard about the new marriage law, I couldn't wait to run back home and snatch Severus up before someone else could." Hermione gazed up into Snape's surprised face and added, "I had been without him for so long, and I couldn't imagine spending another moment away from him."
Snape surprised Hermione by kissing her soundly on the lips. She felt the blush creep up her neck and looked down at the floor in embarrassment; so much for acceptable behavior from a Professor.
Professor Flen adjusted the collar of his shirt apparently uncomfortable with Snape's show of affection, "Well, in that case, I'm very happy for you both. Uhm, if you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork to catch up on in my office." With a nod, he turned and fled down the corridor, his robes flapping behind him.
"You do it better than him." Hermione commented absentmindedly.
"What do you mean; I do it better than him? Do you mean kiss? When did you kiss...?"
"No silly—billow. Your cape billows around you as you glide up and down the corridors. You look very majestic and sexy. When he does it, his cape flaps, like a duck." Hermione met Snape's gaze and they both burst out laughing. It took a few moments for them to regain their composure.
"Speaking of kiss," Hermione said with a mock glare, "Whatever happened to being respectful as a professor's spouse and so forth?"
"Hermione, I'm so sorry about this morning. You deserved better than that. I know you would never disrespect me. Suffice it to say; what I did right now was not disrespect so much as it was proving my claim. You are mine and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here while another man implies that he would have kept you from me."
Hermione looked up into his fierce gaze and felt her belly contract. Damn, she wanted him. Just one look and he could make her sex ache. She smirked and started to reply when they heard...
"Hermione!"
Hermione turned quickly and saw Gertrude approaching them. The young woman stopped in front of Snape.
"Who's this fine specimen of a man, Granger, and where have you been hiding him?"
Snape narrowed his eyes at Gertrude thinking she was making fun of him.
"Tall, dark and handsome just how I like them."
Snape relaxed when he realized the young woman was not playing a joke on him. She was taller than Hermione and had long blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. Her big, expressive green eyes were now staring into Snape's and sending inappropriate thoughts his way. He peaked into her mind and jumped back out again as soon as he saw an image of himself, completely naked, brutally ravishing this blonde bombshell as she was tied to a bed. Apparently, she liked it rough and figured he'd be able to meet the demand. He fought to catch his breath and tightened his hold on Hermione.
Hermione laughed softly, use to Gertrude's excessive flirting, "Gertrude, this fine looking man is my husband, Severus. The Ministry passed their new law, so I went home and snatched him up."
"I don't blame you. I bet he is all kinds of delicious." Gertrude purred as she circled Snape and stared him up and down.
Snape could feel his neck getting warm from embarrassment and looked down at Hermione hoping to catch her eye and warn her that this so called friend of hers was now plotting on how to get him alone and molest him. He peaked again and this time he was naked, bound and moaning in ecstasy while she straddled his waist and rode him in abandon. He felt his cock begin to harden and he fought to clear his mind, angry at himself for having this reaction.
Seeming to sense his unease, Gertrude winked at Hermione and stepped back, out of Snape's personal space.
"Are you guys coming to the pub tonight, for the celebration?"
"What are you celebrating?" Snape asked before he could stop himself.
"Nothing—they just like to hang out at the pub every Saturday night and call it a celebration," Hermione said with a smirk.
"Of course, Hermione rarely came to our celebrations," Gertrude offered with a sweet smile towards Snape. She was always so melancholy, we figured she was missing some bloke back home...oh wait...that would be you, I'm guessing," Gertrude said with another lavish grin up and down Snape's torso. "Now I know what she was missing."
Snape looked down at Hermione's upturned face and gently kissed her on the lips.
"Well, that's my cue to scram," Gertrude called over her shoulder as she fled up the corridor. "See you guys tonight."
"She's a little weird, if you don't mind me saying so," Snape whispered.
"She's from America," Hermione offered with a shrug, as if that explained it.
"No, I mean she was imaging some really violent things." Snape said with a shudder.
"You looked into her mind? You big perv, what did you see?" Hermione asked jokingly.
"Hermione Snape, I am not a pervert, and for your information I just took a quick peek to see who she was. I didn't expect to see her fantasy of me ravishing her."
"Really?" Hermione said with a huge grin. "Just what were you two doing in her fantasy?"
Snape colored in embarrassment as he relayed what he had seen both times. He held his breath, waiting for her to explode at the audacity of her friend's fantasy. He was surprised when Hermione just laughed and winked at him.
"That sounds interesting. Perhaps you could tie me up and have your way with me." Hermione said with a look that made Snape ache with anticipation. She took his hand and led him out the door and up the side of the hill. She crested the tallest hill and held her arms out wide and spun around slowly, as she said, "here it is."
Snape looked around at the peaceful sight and felt the breeze stirring his hair. "I don't hear anything." Snape said quietly as he looked into Hermione's eyes.
"That's funny," Hermione said worriedly, I don't either. Another few minutes passed in silence as Hermione listened intently to the wind. Finally, Snape closed the gap between them and pulled her gently into his arms.
"I don't understand; I always heard your voice when I was up here...you must think I'm crazy." She whispered softly against his chest.
"I think no such thing, Mrs. Snape. Perhaps you are right, maybe it was me calling out to you, asking you not to give up hope. Besides, you don't need that other Professor Snape anymore, you have the real thing now." He bent his head down to kiss her, but she pulled back. He looked at her in mild surprise.
"Speaking of having you here, what was that little show you put on, back at the Academy? You kissed me in front of both Professor Flen and Gertrude. Whatever happened to public displays of affection being forbidden? As a Professor's wife, I need to be more dignified and remember my place." At Snape's look of confusion, she added, "That's what Headmistress McGonagall told me after she found us snogging in the corridor a few days ago."
Snape groaned and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. "She warned me not to let you snog me in front of the students. She said it was going to be hard enough to win back the student's trust without you molesting me in the corridors."
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. "I should have known. I told her very respectfully that I had no intentions of acting disrespectful in front of the students. I also said that after she was married and knew what it was like to be madly in love, she was more than welcome to give me marriage advice."
Snape's mouth fell open, "You told her that?"
"Yes, I did. What did you tell her?"
Snape looked away embarrassed.
"I see...you took everything she said to heart and spewed it back at me this morning when I tried to initiate..." Hermione turned her back on him and looked out over the hills. She couldn't believe the man she loved thought she would disrespect him in front of his students. She felt Severus wrap his arms around her and allowed him to pull her up against him so that her back was pressed against his chest.
"I am so sorry, Hermione. I should have taken everything she said with a grain of salt. I know you have worked hard to get where you are and would not do anything to hinder my or your reputation. I overreacted this morning, and I am truly sorry. Please allow me to make it up to you."
He was placing small kisses along the side of her neck now, sending chills up and down her spine.
"How, pray tell, do you propose you can make it up to me?" Hermione asked quietly as she stood with her back against his chest, her head tilted to give his lips better access to her neck and shoulder.
Snape looked around at the field of grass and flowers. "I could transform my shirt into a blanket and make love to you, right here on the side of this hill. I bet I could make you scream my name...that's better than hearing it whispered any day."
Hermione broke out in laughter and turned in his arms. "That's exactly what I need; my former Professor and remaining students to look out towards the hills and see the sun reflecting off your white ass."
Snape smirked as he began unbuttoning his shirt, and Hermione felt her body tingle when he purred, "haven't you ever heard of a disillusioning spell, Madam?"
Hermione placed her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as Snape laid the transfigured blanket in the grass. He spun around and grabbed her about the waist, pulling her onto the blanket with him.
After disillusioning them, Snape erected a silencing spell and rolled over on top of her. Hermione ran her hands up and down his back as he placed kisses along her neck and down her collarbone. She could feel herself growing wet and felt his cock straining against the inside of his trousers. She reached down and tugged his undershirt out of his waistband. He quickly he sat back on his knees and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare chest to her. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it up to her waist, running his hands along the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs further, thinking he would lie back down on top of her. He surprised her by reaching underneath her bum, grabbing the waistband of her knickers and yanking them down discarding them on the blanket next to her. Next he undid his pants and pulled them along with his boxers down to his knees and lay back down on top of her. Hermione pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist and gasped when he rolled them over quickly, so she was on top straddling his waist. She smirked down at the hungry look on his face when she took his hard cock in hand and held it in place as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He hissed in pleasure and raised his hips to meet her body. This was the first time she had been the one on top. Usually, he liked to be on top and in control. Gertrude had given him a good idea, after all. Hermione began a steady rhythm of raising herself up and down on his shaft as he repeatedly thrust his hips up to meet her. Snape reached up and freed her breasts from her dress and sat up to lavish them with his tongue. He slid his hands under her bottom and assisted her in riding him as he teased her nipples gently with his tongue and teeth. Hermione licked her fingers and reached between them to rub her clit while he continued ravishing her. Snape felt her walls begin to shudder and thrust himself deep inside her, remaining still as her body clamped down on him and she shrieked out in pleasure. He waited a few seconds before rolling them both over so he was on top. He took her right leg and pulled it up over his shoulder and began thrusting in and out of her, like he knew she liked it. His long black hair formed a curtain around his face as he looked down to where their bodies met. He pulled back and slammed inside her making her cry out in pleasure. He did this a few more times, each time trying to slam with a little more force. She was whimpering incoherently now, the pleasure almost too great for her, so he took pity and went back to thrusting quickly. He could feel the pressure building and knew he would not be able to hold out much longer. Reaching between them, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. He managed to hold out until she orgasmed, her body clamping down on his cock as her hips automatically raised up towards him. With a shout, he called out her name and spilled his seed deep inside her. Completely spent, he collapsed on top of her and fought to regain his composure. As the lust filled fog surrounding his brain cleared, he was able to feel his wife running her hands up and down his back, while whispering how much she loved him. He rolled over and pulled her along with him, so that she was now lying on top. He placed his hands on either side of her head and held her hair back so he could look into her eyes.
"I never dreamed that I could be as happy as you make me right now." He said as he stared up into her large brown eyes. Hermione smiled down at him, feeling her heart swell with love.
"I never thought I would be able to have this wonderful life with you, Severus Snape. I am so grateful that Dumbledore took a chance on us being happy together."
Snape smiled a crooked little smile as he whispered, "How did you like being on top?"
Hermione gave him her naughtiest smile and answered, "Oh, I liked it very much, Professor. However, I think I will enjoy it even more when you are tied to my bed and blindfolded. That way, I can ravish you and you'll be completely at my mercy." Snape's eyes flew open in shock and then narrowed in delight at the thought of being her love slave. His cock was springing back to life at the delicious things she began describing. Things she would do to him as he lay helpless and willing. With a growl, he rolled back over on top of her and attacked her neck with kisses, causing her to squeal in delight.
For a brief moment, Snape's silencing spell faltered and the hills reverberated with a sound that had never been heard there before...the sound of Hermione's joyful laughter.