Nocturnal discussions

Nocturnal discussions

“Severus, I am your wife. I will not sleep anywhere else!” She stood in front of his bed.

He had been completely taken by surprise when she had yawned, risen and made her way into his most private room.

He had risen to his full height and glowered down at her. “Madam, you are overstepping your limits! I will not share my bed with you.”

Hermione changed into an emerald satin nightgown with a swish of her wand. She knew that this would be his favourite, and he ogled her admiringly.

“Fine, do as you wish. In respect of your feelings, I will wear a nightgown, and you may wear pyjamas, if you like.”

She made herself comfortable under the covers. “Or you might like to sleep on the couch in your study. Are the springs on the left side already broken and screeching?”

She propped up her head on her hand and looked at him expectantly. She knew, at this angle, the cut of the nightgown would outline the deep valley between her breasts.

“Come on, Sev,” she purred. “You’ve slept in far worse company, and I have given you evidence to support my story.”

‘Oh, well,’ he thought, ‘she is right.’ He hadn’t felt any deceit as he had probed her mind, and the sofa was decidedly uncomfortable.

He was a sorcerer and could have conjured something far more comfortable – but he liked it that way. And if a visitor had to sit on broken, screeching springs, he would not stay long.

With a fluid movement of his wand, he changed into his pyjamas, went to bed and lay down on the outer edge.

The golden light from the fire in the fireplace outlined the amber curls of her hair.

Well, sharing a bed with a beautiful woman wasn’t that bad after all. Before an independent body part could ponder at that idea and rise to conquer, he shut his eyes and thought of Minerva and Sprout in their underwear – that always did the trick.

On the left side of the bed and next to him, Hermione curled to her right hand side. ‘Okay,’ she thought. ‘This shouldn’t take long.’ He began to snore. ‘Yep.’ Soon after, he rolled to his right and flung his arm around her waist.

‘Gotcha!’ she thought and rolled a bit more to the right, shifting her knee a little bit up so that his leg came to rest between hers and his lower wand rested against her derriere. She began a subtle wriggling of the muscles in that area and didn’t have to wait long.

An increase in volume and a deep moan in his throat convinced her that his best friend was ready to take control of the action. Still on the verge of sleep, he began to kiss her neck and nibble at her soft skin while his right hand caressed the curve of her breast. She leaned herself into his touch, and seconds later she found herself flipped onto her back and kissed with passion.

Then his mind cleared. “We can’t do this!” he exclaimed. Without much success he tried to restrain himself. A soft murmured spell of her caused their night clothes to disappear. He felt her warm, wet and welcoming beneath him.

“You are my husband, and past, present or future, I love you!” And with a decisive movement of her hips, she guided him home.