Chapter 41: Fortune Favors The Bold

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The Dungeon Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Hermione Granger found it quite difficult to focus on the rest of her day as she filed in and out of classrooms and sat through countless lectures in a bid to further her magical education. No matter the subject nor the issue of her friends that needed to be solved, she had been busy thinking about the time she had spent with her Potions Professor husband and their plans for the evening. The way he looked at her while she accompanied him into his classroom never faded from her memory as she boldly proclaimed her love for him as if she'd not a care in the world.

He had not been of the mind to deter her further seemingly caught off guard by her admission of love and found wanting. It was in that moment that she found herself with a glimpse of someone she hardly knew but he'd been desperate in his attempts to reach out to her. The shock was in how quickly he'd done so. Hermione had not expected the dour wizard's protective walls to fall so swiftly, but then again he'd been hiding the crumbling foundation for quite some time.

She recalled the intensity of his kiss and the soft sensation of his dress shirt moving along her exposed flesh while he took her on the desk he'd graded a good deal of parchment on. The steady beating of his heart in the wake of their act had echoed in her ears as his rough calloused hands moved along her hips and thighs as he continued his frenzied impalement of her.

The young witch could hardly catch her breath in that instant and in the current stream of time as she made her way down to the dungeons as discreetly as she could manage with only the anticipation of being with him again.

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

The Potions Professor paced the hard stone floor that lined the front room of his private quarters. He had been anticipating the arrival of his young wife for quite some time, finding it difficult to navigate his usual business in the wake of his morning with the witch. He rolled his eyes at the needy sense he'd developed ever since he'd first taken the girl to bed. Before hand he attempted to regulate his feeling for the girl to little more than an adept fascination with her trim given his lack of indulgence in the years prior. Sadly, this had been something even he had not been of the mind to compel to reason.

He needed to see her.

The soft moans that filled his ears as he took her on his desk continued to replay within the confines of his mind and made him long for her all the more. It seemed that no matter how much time he spent with Hermione, it never seemed to be enough. One minute, one hour, he could lie in bed with the witch for the rest of his days uninterrupted and it still wouldn't have sufficed.

Severus Snape couldn't believe what had become of him in the wake of his marriage to the Granger girl. She had been like something of an old wound that he carted around unable to be rid of it and yet not willing to let it be healed. No matter what he said or did, she would always be there, a constant reminder that he'd been human after all and pain and suffering had been a part of life.

A part of life that demanded he feel every aspect of it.

Snape balled his fists struggling against the inclination he had to throw caution to the wind and seek out the young witch himself, no doubt a move that would call attention to his actions as well as his unstated desperation.

She had loved him.

The reckless little chit had gone and admitted her true feelings to him out in the open. He had long suspected and dreaded such an outcome, but it had been so none the less. Hermione Jean Granger was indeed full of surprises, and even more so perplexing. She wanted him to marry her, more so to save her skin than to live out an unobtainable fantasy, and now she was admitting that this was something she wanted all along.

She'd not even given a single thought to the consequences as she placed her heart at his feet giving him free reign to crush it if he so desired. Snape couldn't shake the image of her amber eyes seemingly burning into his very being as she spoke.

He knew not how to respond, only managing to quell the extent of her declaration via crushing his lips into hers and taking her with the full force of his lust on the desk behind them. She had not wavered in her conviction in the slightest, a means that unnerved the dour man all the more.

"Why does she have to make this so difficult?" he asked falling into his chair, his sallow pale face twisted in contemplation.

"Because fortune has been known to favor the bold." replied Hermione slipping inside and closing the door behind her.

Snape looked up at her, his dark eyes seemingly studying every aspect of her for a keepsake in his memory banks. Hermione Granger had been a lot of things which included young and beautiful. The appeal she'd have for any man, or wizard alike would see to her getting any she desired should she put forth the effort and yet she wanted him.

Hermione continued her approach, choosing to accompany her husband via his lap while he sat back in his chair. He made no move to discourage her and seemed to still be pondering the most recent turn of events pertaining to their newly established relationship.

"I meant what I said, Severus." said Hermione stroking his sallow pale cheek once more with her free hand. "I do love you and that's not going to change."

"Your fascination with my cock seems to know no bounds." he replied.

Hermione had been unmoved by his attempt to discourage her intent and dispel any subsequent affection she had for him.

"Say what you will Git, but I know for a fact that you have something of a fascination for me as well." she replied noting how aroused he had become after she sat on his lap.

"Where do we go from here?" asked Snape not knowing what else he could attempt to dissuade her affections for him.

"Where ever our hearts take us." replied Hermione leaning down and crushing her soft pink lips into the formerly harsh pale ones he kept trying to keep from her.

Unable to hold out for very long, Snape returned her kiss with just as much passion as she had initiated. The dour Potions Professor slowly, found himself giving into the notion that he'd enjoy married life, if only for a little while.