Chapter 24 - Wife

Hermione let Severus guide her home, hand in hand. 


home


noun

1. the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.


Moving-in together was truly the most logical decision. As much as Hermione hadn't wanted to part with her tiny flat above the Polish bakery, she knew that moving into Severus's house was the best decision for them both. There would be plenty of room for the couple to co-exist happily, Hermione re-assured herself.  If they needed to separate themselves from one another, the house was large enough so that they might be able to do so. She hoped that she wouldn't be forced to spend the rest of her life avoiding her spouse, but at least the opportunity was there. 

She hoped desperately that she and Severus could live in relative harmony. She would be a fool to think that married couples never argued. They did. There was no escaping the fact that she and Severus were two separate people, with completely different personalities. They were bound to argue over some decisions. It would be their persistence to resolve issues that would prove to be the make or break in their relationship.

Hermione was eager to fight for him. She had no idea what Severus's feelings were on the matter, but she was willing to argue until she was blue in the face to save their sham of a marriage. That was certainly something she didn't think she would ever consider 3 years ago when she was protesting against the Merlin-foresaken Marriage Law, that somehow resulted in her finding a husband. 

Hindsight was a fickle thing. 

"Are you okay?" Severus asked, leading her through the front door of his home. Their home. 

She hadn't said anything since they had left Hogwart's courtyard. Severus gave her a concerned frown. "I'm fine." She said, suspiciously quickly. "Just tired."

He looked at her as though she wasn't entirely telling him the truth. 

Hermione had been inside Severus's house before, but never at night. It seemed more intimate. His home was surprisingly comfortable for the home of a (previously) single man. His sitting room-come-library was Hermione's favorite room. The combination of wall-to-wall book shelves, squashy sofas and a large hearth was Hermione's idea of peace. Although, she thought that the space could do with a few more personal touches, like blankets and throw pillows, and maybe a few family photos. 

His kitchen was large and functional. He had an old-fashioned oak dining table that was stained from various spillages over the years. It wasn't so much the table itself that had caught Hermione's attention during her last visit, but the fact that it was large enough to seat six people. It was an odd possession for a lonely man to own. 

"Perhaps we should retire?" Severus said, he was still holding her hand. 

"I think we should." Hermione said, awkwardly. With one more slightly concerned look, Severus led Hermione upstairs. 

She had only ever been upstairs in Severus's house once, and on that occasion she had been incredibly drunk. It was as though it had never even happened. Even when using the loo, Hermione had only ever used the small bathroom off Severus's kitchen during her previous visits. The stairs to the upper level of his house were exactly where the line of intimacy fell for her and Severus's relationship. To go upstairs was a big step. People often kept their downstairs presentable. These were the rooms that guests would see, therefore downstairs rooms were usually functional, with minimal character. Waking up in Severus's bedroom, last time, had been a surprise. She hardly had any recollection of what it looked like. The only thing she did remember was how nice his bed smelt. What skeletons would he keep in his closet? As soon as she breached the proverbial barrier, she would become one of his most trusted... aquaintances? 

She was his Merlin-damned Wife

Things were different. Severus didn't invite people into his house. He didn't invite people upstairs in his house. He certainly didn't invite people to live with him. Hermione felt as though she was venturing into some unknown territory. It was a veritable minefield of discomfort. She didn't want to trigger him, or force any of his boundaries. Severus was a private man and now she was asking him to share his space with her. 

That happened to be the least of what she was asking of him.

Severus paused on the landing to look at Hermione. There were 4 white panelled doors leading off from the space. One of them was open, and Hermione could see a sleek cream-tiled bathroom beyond. Other than that, Hermione felt rather like she was in a muggle-gameshow, staring at 3 shut doors hoping that one of them would bring her good fortune.

"I know that I am not typically known for being perceptive. But I can tell when something is bothering you." Severus said, in a low voice. "What is it?" 

Hermione looked at her husband. He raised his eyebrow, stubbornly. She gave him a small smile, feeling the blush heat up her face. "Just over thinking." 

Not entirely the truth, but also not a lie. Hermione wasn't exactly going to admit that it had been the stairs and what they represented, that was making her feel uncomfortable. She would allow him to believe that it was their wedding-night activities that were making her feel nervous. She was a little apprehensive about Severus seeing her in her entirety, but that wasn't at the forefront of her mind right now. 

Severus exhaled through his nose. For a split second he looked unsure, as if fighting his own feelings. He surprised them both by pulling Hermione closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his cheek against her forehead. She was not at all expecting such a gentle response. Hermione let herself relax into the embrace, feeling her worries silence themselves almost immediately. 

That was new. She had never been able to just turn off her thoughts. 

"We don't have to-" Severus began. 

"I want to." Hermione interrupted before he could insist that they didn't consummate their marriage.

"I made up the spare bedroom in case you wanted it." Severus said, appearing slightly embarrassed by this whole conversation. He tried to step away from Hermione, as though his touch was the thing that was making her uncomfortable.

"No, Severus. I need to." Hermione insisted, reaching up to cup his cheek if only to get him to understand her. 

He paused, smirking. Hermione didn't miss the way his voice deepened. "You need to?"

Hermione nodded, offering him a coy smile. "I don't want to sleep in the spare bedroom, I want to sleep with my husband. If he'll have me, of course." 

She stepped closer to Severus, grabbing the lapels of his dress robes in both hands. Hermione let her hormones replace her anxieties. It had been a while, and it seemed a little dangerous letting her libido take the wheel, but Hermione prevailed. She was a grown woman, and all women had needs that could only be satisfied by the touch of another individual. There was no need to be embarrassed. 

Certainly not when Severus looked as though he was starving.  

"Oh, he'll have you." He pressed his lips to her ear. "He'll have you over and over and over-" His words dissolved into a trail of kisses, leading from Hermione's ear to the corner of her mouth. She inhaled, anticipating the feeling of his lips on her own. But he was gone, having disappeared through one of the closed doors. 

Hermione followed. 

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"Do you think you can help me with my dress?" Hermione asked Severus over her shoulder, from where she was undressing. 

The walls of Severus's bedroom were painted a slate gray. It was a large, well furnished space that certainly required a woman's touch. His bed seemed to swallow up a large amount of space. The pillows looked a little flat, but at least the duvet looked thick and welcoming encased in its navy blue covering. The hardwood flooring was cool underneath Hermione's bare feet - her heels had been the first thing to go. There was plenty of cupboard space, as well as a full length mirror and a couple of houseplants for decoration.

Overall, Hermione wasn't disappointed. Like with the living room, she thought a few (many) throw pillows and a couple of blankets would make this space look more familiar. 

She stood in-front of the mirror, having removed her jewellery and pulled out the many pins that had held her hair in place. It fell down her shoulders in rich, well-defined curls. Hermione's reflection stared back at her. She was no longer just an almost-21-year-old girl. She was a stunningly beautiful, mature married woman. How quickly she had grown up. 

How quickly she had been forced to grow up. 

Severus was behind her in a second. He looked at the long line of tiny buttons on her dress in confusion. "What am I doing?" 

Hermione gathered her hair and pulled it over one shoulder so that he could see clearer. "You just need to undo the buttons." 

She caught his gaze through the mirror. "You could use magic, you know." He pointed out. 

"But it's so much more fun to have you do it." Hermione purred. 

Severus grunted, undoing the buttons one-by-one without further argument. He had banished his robes, standing behind her in only his dress shirt, pants and socks. The ribbon that held his hair from his face had been abandoned. Hermione thought she could be imagining it, but he seemed to smell better than ever. Woodsmoke, with hints of cinnamon and clove. She closed her eyes, feeling herself begin to salivate over this man. 

Undoing the last button, Severus began to slowly push Hermione's wedding dress off of her shoulders. His hands were warm against her bare skin. They were calloused from years of manual labor, dragging against her unblemished skin in a torturous caress. Hermione closed her eyes as the dress skimmed past her breasts, falling to the floor around her ankles. 

A strapless bra and a pair of lacy white knickers were the only things protecting her modesty. 

Severus's hand rested against her waist, burying his face in her shoulder to lick, kiss and suck there. Hermione gasped, leaning against his tall, lean frame. She was enraptured as his teeth grazed her sensitive throat, nipping her just enough to cause an addictive amount of pain. She hadn't been given a hickey since her time at Hogwarts. Hermione had always thought they were tacky and cheap, but suddenly her opinion had changed. She would wear Severus's marks with pride. She enjoyed the thought of him marking her as his immensly

He bit her ear lobe and Hermione suppressed a groan. A breathy noise escaped from her lips, and Severus chuckled. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Love." He whispered, his hot breath teasing her skin.  

Hermione had never felt so turned-on in her life. The air in the room felt stifling, her breathing feeling heavy as Severus continued to stimulate her. Enveloped by his scent, it was impossible not to melt for the man who was behind her. Before Severus, her sex-life had been mediocre at best. Always the one expected to perform, all the while recieving little stimulation in return, Hermione had grown used to poor sex. Severus was currently engaging in more foreplay than her ex's had ever deemed necessary - which in itself, was a win. 

She needed him to put his mouth elsewhere. 

In an attempt to get her point across, Hermione pressed her bottom into Severus's crotch. He was caught off guard, as she grinded against the hardness in his trousers. A small grumble reverberated against Hermione's shoulder. 

"Dont be embarrassed, Love." Hermione teased. 

Severus laughed. The sound of his genuine laugh was infinitley more erotic than Hermione expected. With his lips pressed against her skin, the sound was muffled, but it was delicious. 

"Cheeky Witch." He chastised with absolutely no conviction. His broad hands on Hermione's hips pushed and pulled until Hermione was being forced to spin around in his embrace. Her eyes flew open as she lost her balance, but Severus was there to steady her. 

Cupping her almost-bare arse, Severus lifted Hermione suddenly. She squealed with laughter and surprise, clinging onto his shoulders to prevent herself from tumbling to the floor. Her smooth legs wrapped around his waist as Severus walked them over to his bed.

"You're so impatient." Hermione returned, with the same energy. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Severus carefully climbed onto the bed, depositing Hermione in the centre of it. He towered over her, looking down upon her in a manner that was akin to a lion stalking its prey. His dark pupils were blown wide with lust, his face flushed, his breathing coming out in pants. Severus rested an arm on the pillow above Hermione's head, allowing it to take all his weight as he bent closer to her. 

She was entirely surrounded by him. 

"Contrary to popular belief, I am only a man." He whispered in a sultry voice. He pressed a light kiss to Hermione's lips, leaving her wanting. She tried to follow his lips but he wouldn't let her. "I find it difficult to control myself when in the presence of a beautiful woman." 

Their lips collided. Finally. 

The sexual tension melted like a marshallow at a campfire. It was something they had in excess, and it had been driving Hermione crazy. It was incredible to consider that roughly 3 weeks ago, she had finally pieced together exactly to whom she had been talking to. Perhaps it had taken her so long to discover his identity because she was in denial? Hermione didn't want to admit to herself that she was attracted to her Ex-Potions Professor. She thought about her poor attempts to convince herself that she didn't want love, only convenience. It seemed silly now. 

She had it bad for Severus, and Hermione had no idea how she was supposed to tell him.

To be perfectly candid, so long as he kept kissing her like that, she didn't care. 

Hermione groaned as his tongue invaded her mouth with determination. His lips were persistent, but not forceful. The sensation went straight to her core, already molten with need. He was kissing her as though he worshipped her. He looked at Hermione as though she was some kind of goddess who was securing his fate. Severus was putting his entire life into the kiss, begging her to love him, understand him and want him. 

He was making her desperate. She was drunk on his kiss, desperate for the touch of him elsewhere. His free hand cupped her face, but Hermione was desperate to have it touch any other part of her body. She was eager to get him to remove his clothes but he had made no attempt to do so. 

Severus continued to kiss her as though he was trying to make this last. Surely, he was as desperate as she was? Hermione realised that Severus was being a gentleman, trying to make their first time together impactful. How was she supposed to tell him that she truely didn't care how they did it, all she cared about was having him buried inside at the nearest bloody oppertunity. 

Fuck the foreplay.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Hermione panted against Severus's lips. 

Severus grunted in response. He was pressing kisses to her collarbone, as though he couldn't bear not having his mouth on her. 

"There will be plenty of time for foreplay, and for making love." Hermione reasoned. "But I have been waiting for this moment for weeks. I need you now. I need rough, hard, dirty sex." 

Severus paused his earlier ministrations, to look Hermione in the eye. "Fuck yes." He growled, throwing caution to the wind. 

Within seconds Hermione was straddling Severus, trying to unhook her bra as he pulled his shirt over his head without undoing the buttons. Their lips reconnected, tongues battling in a rush to enjoy each other. Her breasts freed, Hermione drew back to throw her bra across the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. She hated strapless bras. Severus smirked at her, his hands immediately coming up to touch her liberated boobs. He squeezed them gently, as Hermione grinded against the tent in Severus's trousers. The action seemed to inspire him to want to remove them.

Rushed fingers fumbled against his belt in between rough kisses. Her entire body felt on fire, and Hermione knew that she wouldn't be able to extinguish it until Severus was taking her fast and deep. His trousers and his boxers were suddenly around his knees, his erection springing free to stand proud against his toned stomach. 

Hermione couldn't wait any longer. Shaking with need, she pulled her lacy knickers aside and inserted Severus inside of her in one fell swoop. 

"Hermione." Severus hissed. 

Though, it was she who had been caught off guard. Severus was big. Larger than anything else Hermione had ever taken before, but like most women, she thought she could handle it. He had a decent width too, something Hermione hadn't noticed until her core burned with the stretch of taking him. She cursed loudly. The combination of his size and her severely dry sex life made Hermione worry she might have actually torn something. 

"Alright?" Severus managed to choke out. 

"You're just big." She said, wincing as she fought to get comfortable. 

Severus gave her another one of his precious laughs. "Thank you?" 

The movement that came with his laughter sent shockwaves through her abdomen. He moved minutely inside of her, and she flinched. Hermione let herself enjoy his laughter, willing herself to relax a little on top of him. "I need a second." 

The feeling of being full didn't get any easier. Hermione had mixed feelings. As the initial stinging of her inner muscles wore off, she began to enjoy the intimacy. She could feel every contour of his cock, every vein and every movement. After a few seconds of deep breathing, the sting wore off. 

"Perhaps we shouldn't have skipped the foreplay." Severus mumbled with a concerned look on his face. He brushed a hair from Hermione's face tenderly. "I don't want to hurt you." 

"Dont feel guilty for being well equipped." Hermione laughed. She pressed an eager kiss to his lips, as though that would convince him that she really was okay. His hands roamed her skin freely, tangling in her hair and squeezing her in all the right places. 

"Well equipped?" Severus mumbled into her ear. 

"I can take it." Hermione reassured him. 

She lifted herself off of Severus's cock in evidence, allowing herself to come halfway up his length before sinking back down. They groaned in unison. She repeated her actions, her confidence building with every careful thrust. Severus gripped Hermione's hips, guiding her movements, but allowing her to set the pace. Hermione panted as she sped up her movement, loving the sound of their skin slapping together and the breathy little moans that Severus let escape. It was rough, and fast and dirty, and Hermione couldn't ask for anything else. 

Hermione latched her mouth onto Severus's neck. Her own was currently littered with bite marks. Two could play that game. His hips stuttered into her, as her teeth grazed his throat. They acted of their own accord, Hermione could tell that he was holding back. How was she supposed to tell her new husband that she wanted him to let loose? She wanted to be sore tomorrow. Severus looked like exactly the kind of man who did rough sex well. He was exactly the kind of man that people wrote steamy romances about. 

So why was he treating her like she was fragile? 

One large purple love-bite later, Hermione was leaning back to sit upright into his lap. She continued to bounce on his cock with enthusiasm and desperation. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each thrust as she pleasured herself against him. She moaned freely, wishing that someone was around to hear just how much fun the newlyweds were having. Hermione swept her hair out of her face. 

"Look at me." She demanded, noting that Severus had his eyes shut. "I want you to ruin me." 

His gaze fixed on her. He was staring at Hermione with such intensity, she believed that he might have been trying to commit this moment to memory forever. His eyes were so dark with lust that they were almost black. He cheeks flushed, his eyes raking over her naked body, right the way down to where her panties were bunched to one side and his cock kept disappearing inside of her.

Something primal inside Severus fell into place. Sure, she rode his cock like an absolute queen, but letting her do all of the work was not becoming of a king. 

He manipulated Hermione until she was once again underneath him. He pulled off the trousers that had been wrapped around his ankles impatiently, and dragged Hermione's lacy underwear down her legs with no regard for her dignity. He parted her legs with forceful hands, seeing the fire in Hermione's eyes blaze. Without further ado, Severus inserted himself into his wife. 

Without giving her time to adjust, he pounded into her with enough force to have Hermione gripping the headboard. She cried out, clenching around his cock as he thrust into her again and again in rapid succession. The angle was hitting a spot inside of her that she, quite frankly, thought was a myth. Her pleasure was building. 

"Severus!" Hermione whimpered. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." 

"Fuck, love." Severus panted, joining their lips in a searing kiss. "Already?" 

She nodded, no longer able to form words. The constant drag and pull inside of her was causing an increase in pressure, and Hermione felt like she was going to burst. His cock was relentless, as he slammed into her at an unyielding rate, not caring about her oversensitive cunt and her impending orgasm. She clenched her muscles around his cock, in an attempt to hold her climax off for a little longer. 

Severus bent down and took her nipple between his teeth and Hermione lost it. 

Her mouth hung open unattractively as Hermione's pleasure hit her all at once. Her husband showed no inclincation of stopping his movement as she felt herself contract uncontrollably around him. Waves and waves of pure bliss enveloped Hermione in their embrace, seemingly unending. All she could do was lay there and make pathetic noises as Severus continued to ram into her, chasing after his own pleasure. 

Mercifully, Severus's orgasm hit him shortly after Hermione's did. He emptied himself inside of her uncontrollably, breathing heavily. Severus rested his forehead against Hermione's, as his pleasure dragged out. His forearms shook in an effort from keeping himself from falling on top of her. 

Hermione brushed a sweaty lock of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. She teased him in a soft voice. "Can't keep up, old man?"

He scoffed. "You're insufferable."

Severus rolled to his side, trying his best not to squash his new wife in the process. He searched for the covers, discovering that they had migrated to the bottom of the bed as a result of their activities. Hermione shuffled to the side, allowing Severus to lie next to her, pulling the warm duvet over her rapidly cooling sweat-slick skin.  

"You're stuck with me." Hermione reminded him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

Her lower region ached, a throbbing reminder that that was the best sex she had ever had. She had been correct in her assumption that Severus did rough sex exceptionally well. Right now, she was thoroughly sated and had no energy to see whether or not he could make-tender-love just as well as he could fuck. That would be an activity for tomorrow morning, amongst other things. 

"I know." Severus said with a contented sigh. He placed a tender kiss on Hermione's forehead

Her eyes felt heavy. It was late. Her wedding day was finally over. 

What a day it had been.

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In the handful of days that had passed since their wedding. Hermione felt like she had learned a lot about Severus.

He preferred tea over coffee, unless it was first thing in the morning. The day after their wedding day had been a write-off. Hermione had awoken just after noon to find their bed empty. She was disorientated, encouraged by the smell of food and coffee, Hermione stumbled downstairs. Having snagged Severus's shirt from where he had left it the night before, she assumed that after their nocturnal activities he wouldn't mind if she walked around his house half-naked. She discovered him in the kitchen, sipping from a large mug of coffee while tending to a pan of bacon. She admired him from the doorway, entirely relaxed and uncaring that his Dark Mark, and various other scars were on full view. He caught sight of her, offering her a cup of coffee.

Although, neither of them managed to eat breakfast, or drink their coffee until much later. Hermione had learnt a second thing about Severus that morning.

He loved taking her from behind. Apparently the sight of Hermione wearing only his dress shirt, hair knotted from sleep and neck littered with purple bruises from the night before, triggered something feral within Severus. His lips were on her immediately, his hands pushing and pulling and squeezing her with sudden urgency. Breakfast lay forgotten in the pan as he tended to his husbandly duties. Hermione found herself unable to argue, as he bent her over the ancient kitchen table and plowed into her with enough determination to leave her speechless. His seed sticky between her thighs, Hermione tucked into her burnt bacon sandwich and tepid coffee, feeling satisfied on so many levels.

Severus showered much more than people thought.

There had been plenty of speculation about the Potion Master's hygiene habits during Hermione's time at Hogwart's, owing to his perpetually greasy hair. He always showered before bed, stating that he preferred to wash away all of the oils, dirt and smells that came with a career as a potioneer. He felt uncomfortable and dirty otherwise, and slept poorly if he didn't shower right before bed. Hermione had patiently waited in the bedroom for him to finish showering, for the first 3 nights of their marriage. She didn't see the point of trying to sleep before he was happily tucked into bed beside her. On the 4th night, Hermione plucked up the courage to join him in the shower. Her boldness had earned her 2 orgasms that night. Severus had held Hermione in his arms, and fucked her against the shower wall until she could no longer form a single coherent thought.

Hermione only slightly regretted not booking an actual honeymoon. Don't get her wrong, she and Severus had gotten to know each other incredibly well since their wedding day. They had learnt a plethora of things about each other, most of them surrounding activities that commonly took place in the bedroom. It would have been nice to go away somewhere, and see the sights of a foreign country while attempting to celebrate their forced marriage. However, their time off work had flown by in a blur of scorching kisses, cups of tea and days spent trying to find space for Hermione's books amongst Severus's heaving bookshelves.

Multiple times during their little honeymoon-from-home, did Hermione have to force herself to remember that they weren't actually a real couple. Severus didn't actually love her. They married under the duress of a Law that the Ministry of Magic had created to encourage breeding. He had shared his bed, his house, and his life with her out of obligation, and that was it.

He didn't love her. He never would.

By the time the end of the week rolled around, Hermione was glad to feel the looming shadow of work hanging over her. Her boss at The Ministry had already owled her three times during her "week off", making Hermione wish that she could send him an automated out-of-office reply like muggle emails sometimes did. Somehow, returning to her mediocre role as a junior unspeakable seemed quite miserable compared to the lovely week she had just spent worshipping her new-husband.

Severus had already begun accepting orders from his clients, and was brewing furiously in his magically enlarged garden shed, just to keep up with the back log of orders. The perks of owning his own business meant that, if he fancied spending the morning in bed to enjoy his new wife, he could. Hermione was perfectly okay with that. He had a much better work like balance than she did, despite the fact that he seemingly never stopped working.

They settled into their little routine of married life. Hermione loved it. She loved him.

She could pretend she didn't for the rest of her life, right?

Right? 







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