Chapter 110: An Encompassing Weight

A/N: Here's Another Update...This song got me thinking about a certain Potions Professor and a Gryffindor Witch}

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{"You let your feet run wild...Time has come as we all, oh, go down...Yeah but for the fall, ooh, my...Do you dare to look him right in the eyes? Yeah...Oh, 'cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark...Yes and they will run you down, down 'til you fall...And they will run you down, down 'til you go...Yeah, so you can't crawl no more...", Way Down We Go, KALEO}

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

The darkness of Severus Snape's private quarters had been welcome as he slowly entered the main bed chambers with his young wife still in his arms as they approached the large black four poster bed they often shared ever since becoming man and wife due to dire need to satisfy the conditions of The Marriage Law. Hermione seemed eager to spend time with her husband despite knowing the Slytherin students' quarters weren't that far away, and that Dumbledore no doubt would be snooping about the castle to ensure their relationship had purely been for the sole purpose of keeping up the quota for the decree. He largely avoided them if they were more or less engaging in the dutiful woes of matrimony, it was them having feelings for one another outside of the usual woes that he had a problem with. Severus Snape had not much cared for what the Headmaster's opinion of his relationship with his own wife, nor had he cared about the opinion of anyone who had any objections about his marriage to Hermione Granger.

Slowly Severus Snape inched his body along the mattress as his lovely young wife looked up at him. He had indulged quite a bit in the fire whiskey as his dark eyes met those of Hermione Granger's. He knew all too well that his days had been effectively numbered and his time with his wife even shorter than that once the Headmaster had gotten his way. He held no illusions about their time together coming to an end nor her still being infatuated with him once the news of the Headmaster's eventual death would reach her ears.

She knew how much she put stock in Dumbledore being the de facto Hero of the Wizarding World but she knew the old man to be a manipulative fool none the less. Severus slowly kissed his wife's bare belly with soft slow pecks that made her giggle like the school girl he'd occasionally forgotten she'd been. Her happiness and peaceful manner had been but a few of the many things he knew he'd miss about her in the coming days.

Despite his drunkenness, he had been keen to indulge in her touch for a few moments as her soft delicate hand gently moved across his sallow pale face. Hermione had known all too well that her husband had been in a good deal of pain, physically but she had not known how he'd truly been taking the news of Lucius being arrested and sent to Azkaban prison.

"He won't survive there long." said Snape assessing correctly what had been on his young wife's inquisitive mind. "Nor will his family with him being locked away."

"I'm sorry Harry had him arrested." said Hermione running her fingers through Snape's raven colored locks as they curtained around his pale face as they had when he'd been a mere boy. "He thought he had the right man."

"Lucius..." began Snape only to fall silent once more. "I will find a way to make arrangements for him and his family, I owe him that much."

Hermione sighed as she looked up from having her back pressed against the mattress in the center of her Potions Master husband's large black four poster bed. She had been no true fan of Lucius Malfoy of course, but she had come to know how much her husband loved him as an elder brother.

She kissed his pale lips and saw her way to reminding him of the distraction he had hoped to make her into when he brought her back into his bedroom. Another series of kisses saw to Snape turning his attention back to his eager wife and his own prominent erection as he slowly towered above her and fitted himself between her slender thighs. Once more he seemed to be of the mind to recall every sensation of touch, every kiss, every sweet sound that passed from her lovely pink lips as he pressed his harsh pale ones into hers desperate for more contact.

It never ceased to amaze him that this lovely young girl had been everything he had ever wanted and more when it came to a wife and it was only because of her determination to survive The Marriage Law Decree that she even elected for it to be so.

Obsidian eyes met those of familiar amber as Severus Snape let out a low hiss once his impressively pale cock slipped into the tight warmth it had become accustomed to since entering married life with the now vastly experienced witch.

"I...I love you." he said unable to help the wave of emotions that flooded him all at once amid his drunkenness. "I love you more than you will ever know Mrs. Snape."

Hermione moaned as she pulled him closer as she took in the familiar scent of herbs and fresh earth from the man she'd loved ever since she'd taken her first potions class. It was only fitting that they had ended up this way, and she had wanted it to continue once the war had come to a close not at all interested in becoming the wife of anyone aside from the man towering above her as he kissed her neck causing her to gasp once more.

"I-I love you too, Severus." she said losing herself in the sensation filling her young body as her husband began to jolt her along the mattress with a series of long slow thrusts. He had risked so much and gotten so little in return, each and every scar a constant reminder as to how much he had risked his life over the years and then some. "I love you...so much..."

Snape groaned in her ear having to look away due to the sorrow induced tears swelling in the corners of his eyes. He wasn't a fool by any means, he knew this wouldn't last long, her loving him and him enjoying the sensation of her tight warmth clenching around his massive cock in a bid to please her and fill her all at once.

Every moment he'd ever spent with her as his student and as his wife seemed to replay all at once in his weary mind as their act continued rather sloppily into the night as Snape found himself hindered a bit by his over indulgence in drink. Hermione didn't seem to mind as she was more or less enjoying having him back inside her like so many times before.

Her breasts bounced and his body flexed amid the semi darkness of his bedchambers. For a moment all the world seemed to fade away and there was only the two of them far from the talk of war, and magic, and Hogwarts just as they had been when he'd taken her out for a proper honeymoon.

As much as he wished it to be otherwise, this was to be the last time he'd have her in this way, he knew it in his heart and his weary head as he did his best to cement this occasion in both their minds for the rest of their respective lives. He knew he had not long to live once he'd done as the Headmaster asked and what remained of the world he saw himself fitted in after being cast adrift for so long ripped asunder once those familiar amber eyes turned cold and the look of utter disgust filed across the lovely face that had given him so much peace in the past.

The two of them continued their act with Snape reaching his end and dragging his young wife along with him for the final time as she clung to him kissing him feverishly as the unruly tears streamed down his sallow pale cheeks. The sight of her husband's tears had moved Hermione to sadness as she wiped them from his cheeks as he leaned his spent lean pale form against her for a few moments as they attempted to catch their collective breath.

"F-Forgive me." he said in a broken tone coupled with a sense of desperation and sadness. "Please forgive me..."

Hermione had not been privy to what he meant by this as she had no reason to be upset with him that she could recall.

"Severus." she began meeting his sorrowful gaze before he captured her lips once more conveying all of his sadness and increasing desperation in one kiss.

Hermione had attempted to get him to elaborate a bit more on what she needed to forgive him for but Snape had passed out resting his head against her chest as she lay quietly in the dark with his body over hers listening to the sound of his beating heart lull her into a contented slumber. At some point Snape rolled off her and onto his side of the bed as his mind had taken him back to what Lucius must have been going through in Azkaban.

The Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor had not counted on a restful sleep even with Hermione beside him, as he knew all too well what he had to do.