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Hermione stirred her tea absentmindedly as she sat at the front register of the Apothecary shop she and Severus’ owned. She thought back over the changes the wizarding world had gone through in the last five years. Every sentient magical creature now had a say in the running of their world and was represented on the Wizengamot. It wasn’t always peaceful and didn’t always run smoothly, but Hermione knew that it was going to the change that the wizarding world needed.
She then thought of her children, her two sons’ solemn like their father and her precious little girl. So curious, always looking for answers, like she’d done as a child. Castor and Pollux had a quiet intelligence, they would sit still for hours watching their father brew his potions, mimicking his motions with their play potions kits. It was no doubt that they would be a tribute to the art of potions making once they were older.
And then there was Ariadne, so bright and smiling, always with a laugh on her lips. She was the apple of both her father and Grandfather’s eyes. Severus would try so hard to be stern with her, and all she had to do was look up at him with her big dark blue eyes and he just melted every time. Grandpa Tom wasn’t much better, but at least was able to deposit Ariadne back with either herself or Severus and she would turn her wiles onto them instead of him. Her father was still the consummate Slytherin.
Hermione wouldn’t change a thing about any of her children. She was brought out of her reverie by the brush of cool lips on her neck and strong arms turning her towards that person. She looked up into the black eyes of her husband, her soulmate. He quirked an eyebrow and asked, “What has you so deep in thought that I was able to sneak up on you? You’ve always been able to sense me before.”
Hermione’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “I was just thinking of the changes in the last five years. Our beautiful children, but also, the changes in the wizarding world.”
“Ah yes, my two doppelgangers and your mini-me? I can see where they would consume your thoughts,” Severus said as he hauled her up against his body causing her to squeak. He smirked down at her and his eyes heated with passion at feeling her body against his, “Speaking of our children, where are they?”
“Draco just left with them for the afternoon,” Hermione breathed against his lips.
It was always this way with them, Hermione would gravitate towards Severus and he towards her whenever they were in any proximity of each other. It was a surprise that they managed to accomplish anything throughout the day.
“Is that so?” Severus nipped at her lower lip, a smirk on his lips as he dipped his head and devoured her lips.
Hermione finally had to pull back feeling the heat zing through her body. She looked up at the clock on the wall noting she had two more hours before she had to meet with that blasted woman, Rita Skeeter. Hermione didn’t know why she’d agreed to the interview. To begin with, Skeeter was always one to stretch the truth and misquote everyone. And there was still the unresolved grudge that Skeeter had toward her for forcing her to tell the truth while she and Harry were both still in school.
She nipped at Severus’ neck a sultry chuckle leaving her mouth. She supposed that Rita would be forced to draft the article properly since Hermione now owned the Daily Prophet. She’d purchased the company two months ago, tired of the way the previous owner seemed complacent with the way things were reported. If things were going to profoundly change in the wizarding world, she would start there. She’d deposited one of her good friends as the new Editor in chief of the office, a centaur by the name of Felix. She wondered how Rita was adjusting to the change. But then all thoughts of that buggy woman slipped her mind at the feel of Severus’ erection grinding against her belly.
“Lock the front door,” Hermione whispered against Severus’ lips.
Severus quirked a brow at Hermione, his eyes becoming heated. His eyes never left hers as he lifted his wand and flicked his wrist locking the door, all the blinds in the shop snapping shut at the same time.
Hermione jumped up slightly as Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, her legs automatically wrapped around his narrow hips as his lips claimed hers once again. With practiced ease, he walked them back to the private office whilst he devoured her mouth. Once in the office, Severus kicked the door shut and then warded and silenced it. Though it was unlikely that anyone would come in with the shades drawn he wanted to make sure they had the privacy they needed.
With an unerring sense of direction, Severus wound his way over to the large desk in the corner still devouring Hermione’s lips. She wasn’t just hanging off of him like a limpet either. Her fingers were frantically untying his cravat and tearing at his shirt buttons. It was rare that Severus would wear his buttoned frock coat now and right at this moment, Hermione was glad for it.
Severus set her down on top of the desk and broke the kiss, his black eyes smoldered down at her and she squirmed, her core heating up wanting to feel him inside her, “How much time do we have, my love? You know I would prefer to worship you for the rest of the day. I can just imagine how sweet you taste and I want to savor you. So tell me what you want,” Severus growled lowly at her, his arousal causing his fangs to descend giving his voice a slight hissing sibilance.
Hermione squirmed at the sound of his voice and the sight of his fangs, her nipples tightening with her escalating arousal, “Please, Severus. I want you, I don’t care how. I need to feel you covering me, within me, consuming me.”
His eyes heated up even more and brandishing his wand muttered Divesto, their clothing was folded up neatly on the workbench. He stepped closer to her, nudging her knees apart, “You want me to cover and consume you Moja Laska ?” at her nod, he said. “Lay back and place your feet on the edge of the desk.”
Hermione reclined and did as he asked of her, her heels on the edge of the desk and her legs falling open. Severus could see that she was highly aroused, her folds glistening and her clit peeking out from its hood, engorging with blood. He felt his own arousal sky-rocket, his shaft deepening in color and his milky pre-cum beading at the tip.
He growled, “Touch yourself. Start with your breasts and tease your nipples. I want them hard when I suck on them.”
Hermione panted and she placed her index finger in her mouth, wetting it. Then trailing over her chin and down her neck she was drawing tiny circles over her flesh until she reached her nipple. She felt a bolt of pleasure from her nipple to her core and her channel clenched. Severus saw her muscles clench on nothing and he had to fight not to slam himself inside her and fuck her until they both collapsed.
Hermione continued to play with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between her index finger and thumb. Her chest was flushed, sweat began to bead along her hairline she was so aroused.
“Please, Severus. Please touch me before I combust. I need you, my husband. I need your weight upon me, your flesh within me. I can’t wait anymore.”
“As you wish, Moja Laska,” Severus purred and stepped closer to her, running his hands down her inner thighs to her mound. Taking both of his thumbs he parted her lips. Hermione moaned when his finger skated down her drenched flesh from her clit to her entrance. He teased the entrance of her channel, rimming it with his finger, her copious fluids gathering and leaking down the crack of her arse and dripped to the floor.
He fisted his cock and repeated the same motion he had with his fingers. He pushed just the head inside and her muscles grasped and suckled at his flesh. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fought not to slam himself inside her.
Hermione mewled and thrust her hips to try and get him deeper inside. But he grasped her hips and stilled them, “You wanted me to consume you, darling. And I will, but on my terms.” Severus hissed and bent down nipping at her breast with his fangs. A bead of blood welled and he licked it up before he opened his mouth and sucked most of her breast inside.
“Oh, Gods!” Hermione screamed her ivory fangs glistened in her mouth as she reared up and sank them into his shoulder, right at the base of his neck. Severus roared as he released her breast and thrust his considerable length deep within her. The feeling of her fangs in his neck obliterating his control.
“Yes! Severus! Fuck me!” Hermione howled releasing his neck and falling flat onto the desk.
“As you wish, wife,” Severus growled. He grasped her ankles and raised them to rest over his shoulders. He then planted his feet shoulder-width apart and grasped her by the hips. He withdrew until just the tip of his throbbing cock was within her and with a grunt impaled her upon him. Both of them cried out, her as his cock stretched her channel and shifted her cervix and him at the tight pulsing of her walls around his shaft.
Severus repeated his deep thrusts, causing her cries to escalate every time he hit bottom. He set a punishing pace, the tendons on his neck stood out as he strained and pushed as much of himself inside her as he could. Hermione could feel the building of her climax, like a spring coiling tighter and tighter, when it finally reached that indefinable point of no return Hermione experienced what she felt was the largest climax ever, it rivaled the one she had experienced during their bonding ceremony.
She stiffened and her core clenched down upon Severus’ invading flesh, locking it within her body. The contractions of her orgasm so strong that they pushed him over the edge as well. His balls drew up close to his body and released his seed within her. Severus roared and fell upon her, his fangs sinking deep into her neck and locking them together from mouth to groin.
Hermione too screamed at the feel of his fangs at her throat and she came again, her nails raking down his back causing him to suck harder on her neck. He continued to thrust within her body until he had emptied his seed within her. He withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked at the wound sealing it and she did the same to the one she had caused.
Slowly, Severus raised his head and looked her in the eyes, “Was that consuming enough, wife?”
Hermione purred and stretched out on the desk said, “You can consume me like that anytime you want, husband.”
Severus’ eyebrow arched, “Anytime, huh? Well If I did that we’d never get anything done. If I could I would lock the door to our room and devour your sweetness for all of eternity.”
Hermione’s core clenched and Severus groaned as his semi-aroused flesh was caressed by her channel, “Stop that, or you’ll be late for your interview with the insect that is Rita Skeeter,” he soothed the admonition with a kiss to her pouting lips and finally withdrew from her body completely. They both felt the loss keenly but knew they couldn’t tarry for much longer.
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed as she too stood up and began to dress. “Maybe we should plan to devour each other for at least a week sometime? The kids could stay at the Malfoy estate or we could go somewhere, maybe Paris? A muggle hotel room with no access to the floo and strong silencing charms? I could wear that little green and black lace baby-doll you like so much? I coul-” she was interrupted by grasping hands spinning her around and lips and tongue plundering her mouth.
“Witch, you sure do know how to tempt a man,” Severus growled and he nipped at her throat.
Hermione laughed huskily, “No, I don’t think so. But I do know how to tempt you .” her blue eyes sparkling with humor and her desire for him that never seemed to be quenched.
“You’d better get that sexy arse out of here, Hermione before I’m forced to rip the clothes from your delectable body,” he kissed her on the nose. “I love you, Moja Laska.”
“I love you too, Severus. My dark knight, my soul’s flame.” she stood on her tiptoes and returned the kiss to his nose and then his lips before turning on her heel and disapparating from the office to go meet with Rita Skeeter.
Hermione entered the Leaky Cauldron shaking out her coat dislodging the snow that accumulated. Folding it neatly over her arm, her eyes scanned the room for the insipid woman she agreed to meet. Rita Skeeter had been hounding her for an interview for the past five years since it was public knowledge that she was the daughter of The Dark Lord.
Her body stilled as her eyes met the man in question. Her father was sitting at a table near the window, his eyes held humor as he gave her an almost imperceptible nod of his head. Of course, he would be here, he knew she was unsettled about this interview, but Hermione had done her due diligence. She had bought the Prophet. Nothing would be published that was not the truth, not skewed the way Skeeter had been known to embellish her stories.
Letting out a small huff, her small fingers tucked a wayward strand of hair from her face and saw Skeeter a table away from where her father was sitting. Squaring her shoulders, she took a step towards the table.
“Pardon me, miss,” a silky voice met her ear. A voice she recognized.
Hermione’s head whipped behind her to see Lucius Malfoy, with Narcissa standing at the entrance of the Leaky. “What are you doing here?” Hermione hissed in a low voice.
Lucius grabbed her hand giving it a gentle squeeze, “You had to know that your husband wouldn’t want you facing that woman on your own, yes?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, a small chuckle leaving her plump lips. She looked at Lucius and Narcissa and gave them a warm smile. She did truly love them, they were her family and accepted her into the fold with ease when her true heritage was revealed. They were even supportive of her efforts to make the wizarding world a better place. They didn’t balk at her fighting for everyone having equal rights as she had expected them to.
No. They encouraged her to do what she felt was right, giving her their silent support. Kissing each of them on the cheek she leaned back and gave them a small wink. “Thank you,” Hermione said as she looked back at the patrons of the Leaky. Their voices were low, an occasional laugh could be heard. The scent of roast lamb wafted through the air making her stomach rumble. Even though she was a vampire now, she did enjoy indulging in food. The taste was far better.
Hermione turned back to Lucius and Narcissa giving Lucius’ hand a final squeeze, she walked carefully away. Her hand brushed against her father’s shoulder lightly as she passed giving him silent thanks for being here.
Hermione had all she could do not to sneer at Skeeter as she gushed at Hermione agreeing to meet with her. Her wand had twitched under the table as Skeeter pulled out her notepad and Quick-Quotes-Quill setting them to the side.
“It’s been five years since Dumbledore has disappeared,” Skeeter said eyeing Hermione like a big juicy steak and Hermione had to suppress a shudder of revulsion. “There are rumors that he just simply disappeared into the muggle world after You-Know-Who was vanquished. That he is spreading the word about The Greater Good, and that the results of his works are seen even today in the wizarding world,” Skeeter looked up motioning with her hand as her notepad and quill popped up into the air, floating next to her, her face expectant, “Do you mind if I use the Quick-Quotes-Quill?”
Hermione folded her arms, and leaned across the table, “Sure, go ahead. You’re going to get it wrong anyway. But, get this one thing right,” her eyes burned. “The Greater Good is a big fat lie.”