The Slytherin Accords

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please review! Thanks to my beta, MadBrilliant.

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Emile Beauharnis was an ideal prisoner. She was forthright about everything that had occurred and told the Wizengamot every detail of Domask's plan. She was not the mastermind, however, it was apparent that she had been wholeheartedly wrapped up in the Neo-Death Eater's treachery. She had been a fool, and she knew it. She had traded her future for a wizard who had promised the world...only to bring her to a cell in Azkaban. She was given ten years for her crimes of conspiracy, aiding and abetting a criminal who cast an Unforgivable, and for the rape of Professors Selinski and Holden.

Ivan Domask was given the Dementor's Kiss. It was to be a standard now. There would be no mercy shown for anyone trying to resurrect Lord Voldemort's cause. This did much to help the public relax and feel safe again. Nevertheless, the damage to the already shaky reputation of Severus Snape was done.

Rita Skeeter was stripped of her title as journalist. She was also sent to Azkaban for five years for withholding criminal information from the Ministry. She had begged and pleaded for her case, but Madam Snape had a long memory and an eye for detail. She had built a strong case to halt any attempts Ms. Skeeter might use to make a deal for herself. Rita Skeeter was finished.

Kingsley Shaklebolt was continuously receiving owls from parents and non-parents alike of Hogwarts students demanding his termination. The Wizarding community at large felt he was unfit for his post, seeing he had let a rogue Death Eater work and live among the children. Whispers continued that perhaps Snape had been a part of the plan all along. The old prejudice and distrust against Professor Snape rose up, and Kingsley was finding it difficult to reason with the demand. People wanted a scapegoat and Snape would do just fine.

Meanwhile, Severus and Hermione were scrambling to fill in the holes left by Domask and Beauharnis' absence. Hermione was pulling double duty like her husband with Charms and Muggle Studies. Professor Grubbly-Plank, who had long since retired as Care of Magical Creatures Professor, offered to come back as a Herbology instructor. She had a lot of expertise in the area, and the Snapes were happy to take her on. Alun Ketsall was informed to be at her disposal if she needed anything, since she was quite elderly.

Despite the overwhelming pressure for Snape to step down as Headmaster, he and Hermione persevered. They needed to start thinking about the next fall term. There was no possible way they could keep working as they were and stay sane. The Astronomy professor's position had already been decided. A new professor, ending his apprenticeship this term at Brazil's Magical Institution in Rio de Janeiro, was taking the post. His name was Paolo Cruz. He also claimed to know a couple of reputable Seers whom he had attended school with, so Severus agreed to speak more about the idea of restoring Divination as a course again once Cruz arrived.

Another American was coming, thanks to the recommendation from Professor Holden, as the new Transfiguration professor. His name was Michael Washington, a nice bloke from a place called Harlem in New York City. He was an amazing teacher and had superb talent and energy to excite his students into learning. Severus and Hermione were excited to meet him and get to know him personally.

One of Hogwarts own, Romilda Vane was taking up the post as Herbology instructor. Professor Grubbly-Plank agreed to stay on to take the young woman on as an apprentice, then after that, would go back to her retirement. Severus and Hermione had been very pleased with that bit of news.

"Well, that's one of our very own!" Hermione said happily after the interview with Miss Vane had ended.

Severus frowned as he traced his mouth with a long, white finger. "Wasn't she the girl that tried to snare Potter with a Love Potion?" he asked his wife.

Hermione laughed. "Instead, Ronald ate almost the entire box of spelled chocolates and went nearly insane when he couldn't find her and declare his love!" She snuggled into the crook of his arm on the couch where he sat thinking. She slipped off her pumps and tucked her stocking feet under her as she burrowed deeper into his side. She loved the smell of him in his robes. The combination of smoke, potions, and his natural clean smell that to her would always smell like power and strength covered her like a warm blanket. She peered up into his black eyes when she heard him chuckle deeply.

"You look so innocent snuggling up to me like that," he murmured.

"But I am innocent," she said sweetly as she wiggled her body next to his.

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Hermione walked into her husband's office one day in February.

"Severus, we really have to discuss these next appointments. We still do not have a Muggle Studies professor, Potions professor, or a Charms instructor that can apprentice me!"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, Hermione. I cannot seem to find one reputable Potions master or mistress who has the tenacity required to handle these dunderheads! The very last thing we need here is another scandal involving an explosion in the Potions lab!"

Hermione looked through the papers on his desk. "Severus, don't think you might be a bit too demanding? I know that this inquiry has you upset..." she began.

"Upset?" he whispered. "I would love to feel only upset!" he snarled.

"Don't get shirty with me!" she fumed. "I'm not the enemy here."

He jumped up and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey. "I know, I know. It's just that I never thought things would get to this point." He bowed his head and leaned on his desk. "I'm weary, Hermione, I'm just so damn tired. The way I feel right now, I could care less if they threw me out of here on my arse!" He swirled the amber liquid around in the glass before downing it all in one swallow.

"Don't let's be sad, Severus," Hermione said as she sat on his lap. "Look, let's go through these applicants together! I'm sure an 'Acceptable' Potions teacher is better than none at all. Besides, I'm sure between the two of us, we can come to a resolution."

He gave her a smirk. "How do you know how to do that?" he murmured.

"Do what?" she said teasingly as she wound a strand of hair between her fingers.

"Make all my troubles seem little just minor annoyances," he replied.

"Minor annoyances?" she said with mocked panic. "I had better get to work! I'm losing my touch!" She jumped off his lap and started digging into the pile.

Familiar warmth hovered over her back, and two large, pale hands rested on the desk on top on hers.

"Severus," she said with a giggle, "we have things to do!"

She was trapped under her husband's very toned body. "No, wife," he whispered in her ear, "I only have you to do."

She giggled again, and he growled deep in his throat. She bit her lip. She knew what that did to him.

"I don't know how you think you are going to accomplish anything hovering over me like this!" she challenged.

"Oh, like this," he said silkily as he hiked up her robes.

"Severus Snape! Don't you dare! The portraits!" she screeched.

"This is my office, Madam Snape, and you are my wife and my partner. You made a vow of fidelity, giving your body to me. I've come to collect!" he said smugly.

She was beyond mortified. "Severus, don't you dare expose me to all and sundry!" she howled.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear," he said silkily as he pulled his teaching robes around for better coverage. Then, he tore off her underwear. "Why do you wear such flimsy things?" he asked her in annoyance.

"Because I know you; you aren't happy unless you get to rip off my knickers at least once a week!" she said in her best Little-Miss-Know-It-All Voice.

She felt his cock against her bum as he chuckled. "You know I can't resist when you use that voice, Hermione," he said wickedly. "I'll have to punish you for your cheek, you swot!"

He rubbed himself along her slit, and she gave a little squeal. She felt his hand stroke her arm as he unbuttoned her robes in the front.

"Severus!" she breathed.

"No one can see from this angle unless they walk in the front door, and I am occupied!" he said in his most sexy voice that he knew made her wet.

He deftly opened the front hooks of her bra, letting her breasts free. He kept one hand on hers, intertwining their fingers as he massaged one breast with the other. Hermione was breathing hard now and looked down at their left hands wrapped in each other, their wedding bands touching. She felt a surge of pleasure from seeing her husband's strong hand over hers. She thought, Oh, what the hell, and spread her legs wantonly, jutting out her rear like a cat in heat the way he liked it.

"Shit, Hermione," he breathed as he plunged into her. You are incredible!"

He heard the murmurs of the past Headmasters and Headmistresses behind him and grew frustrated.

"I'm trying to accomplish something very important here! So, shut up!" he growled.

Someone gave a snort.

He continued to plow into his petite wife, urging her to tell him how much she loved his rough riding her.

"Severus!" she shouted.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he rammed into her, losing all decorum as he dropped her onto the desk, lifting her by her hips, and rolling his pelvis to hit every inch of her inside. She scrambled to find a niche she could grasp onto, all their paperwork flying off the desk. Finally, she gripped the front of the desk and began to shriek her orgasm as he continued to thrust into her as deep as he could go. Hearing his wife scream in pleasure gave him all the confirmation he needed to give in to his own release that he had been staving off for a while.

As he felt the familiar tightening, he gasped, "You love this, Hermione, you love my cock pounding into you. Such a know-it-all! I've wanted to do this to you ever since the day you left the infirmary with me! Take it!"

Knowing that he had wanted her like this for so long made her body go into overdrive. She melted and shuddered as her second orgasm took over her. He grunted as he gave his last hard thrusts and came deep inside her. He leaned on the desk and caught his breath. Then he lifted his wife tenderly off the desk, buttoned her robes, and lowered her skirt. Then he tucked himself back inside his trousers. He snaked an arm protectively around her waist and kissed her tenderly on her cheek as he took her back onto his lap.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "You always make me so happy. You're okay, aren't you? I wasn't too hard on you?" he asked concerned.

She turned and rested the back of her head on his shoulder. "Just hard enough, husband," she said softly as she stroked his face with her hand.

He cupped one breast through her clothes. "Care for a repeat performance later?" he asked hopefully.

"If we can agree to hiring a Muggle Studies professor and a Potions teacher," she answered shrewdly.

Another snort came from the portraits. Headmaster Black laughed evilly. "Saw that one coming, m'boy!" he wheezed through his laughter.

Salazar Slytherin chuckled. "That Gryffindor has far too much Slytherin in her!" he said shaking his head.

"What'd you expect with all the wand he lays to her?" Headmaster Dippet said with a chortle. "She's got a bit of Slytherin in her more often than not!"

"We are here, you realize!" Hermione snapped.

"Well, my dear, if you engage in sexual congress in the office, you really have no one to blame but yourself!" sniffed Headmistress Derwent.

"I think it is fine!" said Dumbledore. "Very healthy and adventurous. This will keep your marriage alive, not to mention the possibility of bringing a little Snape into the world!" he said with a twinkle.

Snape whispered to Hermione. "Have you been taking your potions?" he asked fearfully.

"Of course!" she sounded back. "Now if you don't mind, let's go through these applicants!"

In the end, after a couple of broken vases and a nasty Appungo Hex Hermione placed on her husband that proved to be quite hilarious for the Gryffindor as she watched her husband fight off an attack of angry budgies, they were able to come to a swift conclusion. Stewart Ackerley, a Ravenclaw, who was so intelligent as to bypass his final year, took on the post as Muggle Studies teacher. Hermione would as a Muggle-born, make sure his apprenticeship was accredited. After a very short discussion, Severus and Hermione agreed without debate it was best to keep as much of the staff within their own community for now.

Then came the argument over the Potions position. That came with broken china and an embarrassing Engorgement Hex to Snape's penis that he was willing to be more than compliant since Hermione promised once they had decided on a candidate, she would "kiss it and make it all better." He was going to get his relief, he decided, then, when she least expected it, he was going to fuck her so hard, she'd be screaming for mercy!

"Severus, Daphne Greengrass has been all but disowned by her family! You said yourself she was clever in Potions. You could apprentice her while she takes over the first through fourth years, leaving you with only the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. level students, which would irk you less, correct?"

He sighed. "Hermione, my cock is killing me, and I think it is rather unethical to coerce me into a position like this! She's a Slytherin and a woman! My apprentice! Can you deal with it?" he asked angrily.

When she didn't answer him, he grew frustrated.

"Oh fuck it! You got me by my cock, so if that's the way it needs to be, so be it! And I swear, if you start getting jealous, then you only have yourself to blame! Now get your arse in our bedroom and wrap those lips around my prick this minute!" he growled. Hermione sniggered as she demurely walked past the portraits into her living quarters. The portraits were pleased as punch she had brought the Headmaster to his knees, even if it meant she'd be on her knees next!

The portraits were quiet and snoozed for the most part until the howling and cursing from the headmaster singing his wife's fellating abilities carried out from the headmaster's bedroom.

"How many times have I told you to place a Silencing Spell, you great pillock?" Madam Snape roared.

The portraits all laughed at that one.