Chapter 94: The Honeymooners

Lavish Hotel, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

Silence filled the rather expensive hotel room of Severus Snape and his newlywed bride Hermione Granger-Snape as the Potions Master watched from his curious position leaning against the nearby wall in the shadows of the lavish room. Hermione had been making a big fuss about her attire for the evening and how everything was supposed to go perfectly just to be recorded in her memories. The Potions Master had not cared one way or the other about what she was wearing, he had been planning from the moment he said "I do" to ensure it ended up on the floor when he took her to bed.

She had been in the bathroom for over an hour and he went about awaiting her return. After another thirty minutes, she finally came from the bathroom and she looked positively radiant wrapped in red lace lingerie with a red silk robe that draped around her fair-toned flesh like velvet. Snape's jaw dropped once he had gotten a look at her the stunning flicker of amusement behind her amber eyes had been an added bonus.

"Well?" she asked showing off her new outfit. "What do you think Severus?"

The Potions Professor simply walked over to her, still dressed in his shirt and trousers although the bow tie had been untied and hanging around his neck. He moved toward the enchanting young witch that had become his wife in the wake of all that had occurred as a result of Lucius Malfoy refusing to cower from his enemies.

"You look, beautiful Granger," he said unable to take his eyes off her as he scooped her into his embrace and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Absolutely perfect."

"That's Mrs. Snape to you git," she replied resting her head against his broad shoulder.

"You forgot something love," he said with a smirk.

"Slytherin Git." she said.

"Insufferable Know it all," replied Snape.

"So...Professor Snape are you in a hurry to get me into bed?" she asked taking in the scent of herbs and fresh earth that always accompanied him where ever he went.

"Not Particularly," he replied in his usual phrase.

"Do you really think it's perfect?" she asked.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"Mrs. Snape just take the compliment...I am not accustomed to giving them out." he said.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at this considering he had said the very same thing to her during their seventh year at Hogwarts.

"I love you.' she said softly leaning against his shoulder.

"And I love you," he replied kissing his new wife on the lips as she returned his kiss.

Slowly he moved her toward the king-sized bed with its plush white pillows and equally crisp white sheets beneath the dark gray bedding. Hermione smiled when he laid her down on the soft mattress and slowly slid his body between her lace-covered thighs.

The eager wizard kissed his wife's neck enjoying the fragrance of coconut from her perfume as it mixed in with the usual scent of jasmine from her notoriously bushy hair. Snape allowed her to run her fingers along his chest unbuttoning his long sleeve white shirt.

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Lavish Hotel Room, Unknown World..

Still intertwined beneath the crisp white sheets, Snape held Hermione close to him unable to stop gazing into her heated amber eyes. Their bodies had been slick with sweat in the wake of their act and their respective attire littered the floor around the bed. The headboard had gotten quite the work out in the wake of Snape's thrusts but he had since slowed down savoring the moment of just being with his new wife.

Hermione stroked his sallow pale face and he captured her lips in another tender kiss. He took her hand in his locking their fingers together as they continued to enjoy being together as husband and wife for the first time.

Looking into his obsidian eyes, Hermione never would have believed that her former Potions Professor would be the man she would have agreed to spend the rest of her life with but upon closer inspection, she noted that he had been Sebastian Prince as he ever was Severus Snape and it all seemed to make sense.

For Snape, it seemed that when his memories were erased by LeStrange, the miserable bastard had done him a great favor, considering he never would have been de-aged to become Sebastian Prince and he never would have known just how special Hermione Granger was to him.

With continued long slow thrusts, The Potions Professor of Hogwarts proceeded to prove to his young wife that he had been well worth her efforts as she gripped his pale chest in reaction to the pleasure he was sending through her.

"S-Severus," she said as she continued to grip him as if he was going to disappear and become nothing more than a cruel fantasy.

"I'm here witch," he whispered in her ear noting what she had been thinking. "Always."

"I love you so much," she said unable to keep her emotions in very long as he continued to have his way with her body.

"I love you too," he replied.

The memories of their adventures together as clueless teens had come flooding back and led up to this moment when they finally became one as husband and wife.

Snape felt the rush of his release as he gripped the bed below them and did his best to hold on as her body jolted beneath him. Once the intense wave of pleasure had subsided for the both of them, he landed on his side of the bed winded and slick with sweat.

Hermione crawled up to rest her head on his chest. He had been with her long enough to note that she had loved to fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. It had been something she liked to do ever since the first night they spent together in the abandoned classroom.

"Good night Gryffindor chit," said Snape drifting off to sleep.

"Good night Slytherin git," replied Hermione doing the same.

Silence once more filled the room as Severus Snape and his wife Hermione continued to slumber in the wake of their marital act. Unbeknownst to them, their hearts appeared to have been beating in the same rhythm.