Chapter 29: Fumbling Decrees And Oddities

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Potions Class, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Much to the dread and disappointment of many of the students of Hogwarts Castle, Severus Snape had been back on his feet and teaching within a few days or returning to his quarters to rest. Hermione couldn't have been more pleased despite the fact that she knew all too well that he had not made that much of a recovery. There were things he could not hide very well from her rather inquisitive gaze, like his favoring of his left leg in place of his right to stave off the effects of more pain. She had even noted his gripping of his quill indicated that the tremors had not subsided in the least despite his return to active teaching. Sadly despite her concerns and appeals to Dumbledore this was expected. Snape had informed her after all that he could not afford to appear weak in the face of his enemies and as such he was to suffer until the pain passed on it's own.

The newly wedded bride of the embittered man lecturing on the difference between Canis Root and Crimson Canis Root along with it's properties found it difficult to keep her mind on her studies as she seemed to be plagued with comparisons of the wizard she shared a bed with and the man clad in ebony before her as he had been in all the years she had known him. Ginny Weasley often joked about what Snape might look like outside of his usual attire but only Hermione had barely a glimpse of the man shirtless and given to human characteristics aside from brooding.

She'd seen his notoriously furious obsidian eyes blazing with unrestrained passion as well as the shifting tone of his voice when lust had colored his senses. It was a startling contrast to say the least despite the professional setting of the classroom. The bulge in his trousers from that night still had a prominent place in her memories despite her not being able to see for herself what he hid so carefully from the view of young girls such as herself beneath the facade of indifference and contempt.

"Miss Granger?" hissed Snape narrowing his eyes at his rather distant young wife as she fumbled about startled by his attention being solely upon her.

The sudden onset of nerves caused the normally highly focused witch to unceremoniously knock over the container of ink spilling the black substance all over her notes and desk respectively.

"I...yes Professor Snape?" she said attempting to recover her folly rather dutifully causing the Slytherins whom had long wished for her humiliation in the classroom basked in amusement.

Snape himself seemed to delight in her apparent misery much to the agitation of the witch herself and Harry Potter whom had been only a few seconds from launching hexes in the chuckling Draco Malfoy's direction.

"I suggest you get your head out of the clouds and pay attention to the lecture." warned Snape making it clear that he was in the least thrilled about her behavior as of late.

"I'm sorry sir...it won't happen again." she said quickly.

Snape glared at her for a moment taking in the sorry sight before him in the form of his new wife.

"See to it that it doesn't." he said before turning his attention to his desk and whatever it was that he began to scribble upon the parchment.

Harry turned his attention to Hermione not sure he knew what had been behind that brief exchange between Snape and his best friend.

"Are you alright?" whispered Harry rather concerned.

Hermione nodded not wishing to add to her already noted detention and her ailing husband's agitation by talking in class.

She turned her attention back to her ruined parchment and proceeded to try to start over when the onset of pain saw to her nearly falling our of her chair. The noise had gotten the Potions Master's undivided attention as he felt the onset of a burning sensation as well.

His eyes widened and almost immediately he braced himself before he too lost his footing. The idiotic Ministry of Magic were quite intent on forcing magical breeding it seemed and Hermione's recent pain had been the result of it.

"HERMIONE!" shouted Harry attempting to come to her rescue only to be stopped in his tracks by a swift moving angry Snape.

"DO NOT TOUCH HER!" he growled almost possessive in his temperament as he scooped the ailing witch into his arms and turned his attention toward the door. "All of you are to remain seated until further notice."

"What's wrong with Hermione?" asked Harry defiant in his attempt to gain information.

"Obviously she is in a good deal of pain...and I am going to attempt to get her to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible which could be done a lot faster if you would see your way to sitting back down and shutting your mouth Potter." growled Snape in annoyance.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the older wizard wanting so badly to argue but noting Hermione had been in such pain it only proved the git right to have said what he did. He sat back down and Snape took off as quickly as he could but unbeknownst to his wife's best friend, it wasn't in the direction of the infirmary.

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Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Bursting through the floo with his young student wife in his arms, Snape knew immediately what must be done to stave off the effects of pain running through the young witch's body. It had slipped both of their respective minds that neither had complied with the ruling on how many times they were to enact their wedding night in accordance with the marriage law decree. Believing they had more time before The Ministry Of Magic could interfere in their lives, they foolishly avoided the issue. Of course Snape's injuries and Hermione's guilt had prevented any means of discussing how their arranged marital duties would be handled but now it seemed there was no more time for delays.

"Professor...?" groaned the witch as she found herself still being carried in the Potions Professor's arms.

"Quiet." said Snape trying his best to concentrate on the task at hand. "Another lesson is in order due to The Ministry of Magic's brilliant decree...I have even less time to educate you and the pain you are feeling is a result of our "non compliance."

Hermione processed this for a moment as Snape carried her to his bedroom and quickly lied her on the large black four poster bed she'd helped him into during his recovery from being punished by Voldemort.

"Prof..." she began noting how easily he spelled away her school attire and his own before fumbling into bed with her.

Almost immediately, she had been silenced by his grasping her slender thighs and parting them to prepare her as he had on their wedding night for their inevitable mandatory coupling. His slick tongue mostly used for dealing out biting insults was once again at work stimulating the most sensitive parts of her being.

Snape continued to keep his mind on the task at hand ignoring the sensation of lust creeping into him as he took care to ensure she had been ready for her second lesson in carnal exploits. As quickly and as carefully as he had entered her during their first trial, he had done so again leaving the young witch to gasp as he filled her.

Hermione closed her eyes feeling the onset of various forms of stimulation at once her trembling hands roamed along his lean pale chest noting the scars on his flesh via them grazing along her fingertips.

Pushing past her senses, the curious witch opened her eyes to note the wizard that was bedding her had his own eyes closed rather tightly despite his desperate grip on her and the sensation of him impaling her on his rather enormous appendage and withdrawing in frequent thrusts.

This was her second encounter with her Potions Professor husband and it seemed to hurt in terms of the initial onset less than the first time yet she was still shocked about it's occurrence. Snape grunted and groaned in her ear but never said a word as he continued doing his best to perform as it were despite the pain from the Ministry of Magic's non-compliance charm.

As his thrust increased in intensity, Snape suddenly opened his eyes needing to see the expression on the face of the young witch as he etched himself into the banks of her memories as the first man to ever take her to bed. An accomplishment only made possible via Dumbledore's insistence and the idiocy of The Ministry of Magic due to their half brained decree.

On paper it seemed an ideal solution to solving the problem of the lack of wizarding blood within the magical community, but as with all political moves...this had not been thought out in it's entirety and thus the dark lord was able to capitalize on it. Muggle-borns were being rounded up and slain in droves due to their marital obligations.

"F-Fuck..." hissed Snape feeling his wall of resistance to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure began to crumble the longer he thrust his cock into the witch below him.

Her moans began to fill the bedroom and Snape barely had time to recall not casting a silencing charm before taking her. Realizing now that he needed to end this as quickly as possible, he let himself be overtaken by the sensations running rampant throughout his body.

Hermione could scarcely describe the intensity of the moment as she felt him release and pull her along with him as she panted and gasped for breath in the wake of their latest coupling.

Snape panted as his body collapsed onto the young witch. He'd been unable to move after expending himself and used his magic to roll onto his preferred side of the bed until he could regain his strength and move on.

Lying there in relative silence aside from collective heavy panting, both Hermione and The Potions Professor noted the receding non-compliance charm before falling into a forced means of slumber.