Chapter 9

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Chapter 9 - Red-Faced Apologies

As usual, the day began with the sun filtering into the bedroom and stirring the grumbling occupants, who had been engaged in more ardent activities the night before as opposed to sleeping, hence the grumbling. With a stretch, a yawn, and a rub of her eyes, Hermione welcomed the day, squinting, and also very tempted to pull the covers over her head and just give up on trying moving out of bed, but decided against it, seeing as she and Severus were leaving Katerini that morning.

She sat up and twisted the top half of her body around, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her husband, propped up on one elbow, gazing at her with hungry eyes. She smiled and turned around properly so that she could dip a little to meet his lips with a good morning kiss. He responded by grabbing hold of her and pulling her back down and against him, crushing her bare breasts to his firm chest as one hand fisted in her curls and the other pressed against her lower back.

He pulled away after rendering her breathless and smirked at her passion-smudged eyes. 'Good morning, my love,' he murmured provocatively.

'Good morning, indeed,' Hermione replied breathlessly, running her hand up his chest and hooking her arms around his shoulders.

'We have to leave today, my dear,' he said reluctantly. 'The honeymoon is over.'

'It doesn't have to be,' she said with a pout.

Severus chuckled and kissed her pouting lip, rolling them so she was beneath him, pressed deliciously against him while his erection nestled between her thighs at her hot core. 'Then what do you suggest, Hermione? What shall we do instead of leave?' he asked in a damn sexy voice.

'Fuck me. Go on, do it,' she dared him as she panted for breath, arching herself up to try and get him inside of her.

He did as he was asked, glad to find her ready and waiting for him without having to indulge in foreplay so early in the morning, driving into her as if this brought the very essence of life itself. She quivered around him, arching and meeting him thrust for thrust, kissing his neck, chest, and shoulders before finally meeting his lips in a scorching kiss that muffled their cries as they toppled over the edge together.

Panting, flushed, and spent for the time being, Snape rolled off Hermione so that he didn't squash her and pulled her to rest on top of him instead, encircling her with his arms. She sighed contentedly. She loved him like this, his passions and emotions free for her to see, baring his heart and soul to her. They were so open and so goddamn good together it was hard to imagine.

'God, I love you...' she managed in between panting breaths.

'I know you do,' he replied arrogantly, earning him a thump on the chest, to which he responded, 'Yes, yes, I love you too.'

'That's better,' she mumbled before lifting herself off him and slipping out of bed. She then fastened the tie at the front of her silk bathrobe. 'Now, how about breakfast before we pack to leave?'

'You want my help?' he offered, rolling onto his back and stretching invitingly.

Hermione walked around to his side of the bed and leaned down, kissing his chest and letting her hand travel down to his semi-erect manhood, teasing him, making him arch for more before she withdrew quickly and skipped out of his reach and across to the door.

'Tease,' he muttered.

'You know it,' she replied saucily, slipping out of the room to the sound of her husband chuckling softly.

She went to the kitchen and Summoned a bowl and all of the ingredients for pancakes and began to make the batter, adding forest fruits that she had efficiently chopped with the practiced skill of a potions master. She flicked her wand, then the stove turned on, a pan came out of the cupboard, and she poured some of the mixture into it. After about fifteen minutes, she finished and put the pancakes, a jug of juice, and a pot of coffee onto the table.

'Severus, get out of bed,' she called out.

Hearing Severus groan, she sighed, smiling and shaking her head before she relented and went to the bedroom, leaning in the doorway. 'Come on, sleepy. We need to eat breakfast and pack to leave,' she urged.

He rolled over and looked at her through his roguishly long black hair. 'Come back to bed, love,' he murmured. 'Forget breakfast; let me eat you.'

Hermione laughed and walked into the room, sitting on the bed next to him, but making no move to get back in. 'You, my love, are insatiable,' she said with a saucy grin, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip.

He took her thumb into his mouth and sucked on it gently, grazing it with his teeth and watching as her eyes dilated a little. 'You have no idea,' he mumbled, reaching for the front fastening of her robe while she was distracted.

And then she pulled away quickly and went to the doorway, tugging her robe back into place to cover the revealed creamy, pert breast. 'Breakfast,' she said before leaving.

Severus groaned and got out of bed, grabbing his own black silk bathrobe and pulling it on, fastening it shut and running a hand through his hair to get rid of the most obvious snarls. When he was satisfied that it would do until he took a shower later, he went to the kitchen and sat down across from Hermione, reaching for the Daily Prophet just as his food began to appear on his plate. He looked up and found that Hermione was eating with one hand and reading a book while using her wand in the other to levitate the food onto his plate without even so much as looking up to see if her aim was correct. Needless to say, she was spot on.

'Show off,' he muttered.

'No, I would need to use wandless magic to earn that title, Severus,' she said, putting an emphasis on his name.

He chuckled, and they ate and read in complete silence until they finished their breakfast and Hermione levitated their dishes to the sink, flicking her wand at the sponge and soap to wash for her. Severus smiled at his talented little witch and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into the bathroom with him.

'Severus, I have to pack,' she argued.

He muttered a charm under his breath and waved his hand at their room, using magic to pack for them while he decided that they would shower together. 'There, my love. It will all be packed and ready for us when we have showered,' he said, leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss before she could reply.

They showered together, washing each other's hair and body, making sure to pay special attention to their most sensitive parts before clambering out, drying, and fetching their clothes. Hermione dressed in a pale yellow summer dress that fell to her knees while Severus simply dressed in his usual black trousers and a white linen shirt, tucked in neatly, with the top few buttons undone and the long sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to kiss him when there was a pounding on the front door. Severus simply dipped Hermione over his arm, kissed her neck, and swirled her out of his arms as if they had been in a dance. 'Go get the door, wife,' he said, giving her a proprietary pat on the bum to get her going. She poked her tongue out at him as she left and opened the door immediately when she got there, startled at who she saw there.

'Harry, what are you – how did you find us?' Hermione stammered before realizing, straightening out, and schooling her face to indifference.

'I – I spoke to Minerva. She said you'd be here. I came to apologize to you and Sn-Severus,' he said, looking down at the ground sheepishly. 'He was right. I was being unfair. You're allowed to marry and love anyone you please.'

'What's going on here, love?' Severus asked, coming up to stand behind Hermione, putting a possessive arm around her waist – and then he saw Harry. 'What are you doing here, Potter?' he demanded.

'I came to say that I was sorry to you and Hermione,' he answered immediately. 'You were right. I was a terrible friend, and I hope you can both find it in you to forgive me.'

Hermione turned to look up at Severus, who met her question with a nod, and he held out a hand to Harry, to both of their surprise. 'I will forgive you, Potter, under the condition that you will never hurt Hermione again,' he said gruffly, shaking the bewildered boy's hand.

'I suppose I could forgive you then too, Harry,' Hermione said before grinning and throwing her arms around Harry for a hug.

'Thank you.'

Snape cleared his throat. 'I hate to interrupt your sentimental reunion, but we are leaving now,' he said, holding up their bags and indicating that they move out of the doorway and into the Grecian sunlight. 'We will contact you some other time, Mr. Potter. My wife and I have business to attend to back at Hogwarts.'

Hermione caught the glimmer of mischief in his eyes, nodding in agreement. 'I'll owl you, Harry,' she said before they Disapparated out of sight.