Foolish Hearts

Sixteen

Snape's Pov...

"I understand the need to protect Miss. Granger, Severus, but don't you think people will think it odd that a witch is living in the headmaster's chambers?" Minerva McGonagoll asked sharply.

She had read of the latest news reports of Ron Weasley's escape from St. Mungos, and the murder of fourteen people to escape from his cell on his flight to Cornwall. But she was an old fashioned witch, from a different era, and it seemed like a small sacrilege for Dumbledore's chambers to have an unwed wizarding couple live within its walls.

I looked up at Minerva wearily from what was now my damn desk..again. "Minerva, unless justice is done to prevent this mishap from occurring again, my fiancee will be staying with me," I said firmly. "Would you rather some crazed psychopath kill her on her way home from work, just to appease your old fashioned sense of propriety?"

McGonagoll sighed, "So it's true, you actually are involved with the girl. Have you no shame, Severus?? The girl just got free from one bad marriage, I--"

I stood up, and stared the old witch down. How dare she?! "You will, what, Minerva? Prevent me from marrying her? Were you really going to suggest that I would abuse Hermione? I wouldn't dare."

She blanched at my glare, but put her hands on her hips. "I don't know with you sometimes, Severus. You have done many questionable things in your day to appear loyal to Voldemort--"

"For which he regrets every day, Professor," Hermione said, coming into the room. "I could bore you with how many times I have had to console him after a nightmare, or...no, I won't go into detail about the rest of our private life. But I do know one thing: he would never harm me. He isn't Ron, or McClaggen, or even Krum. I don't even care if you approve of us, but he is my fiance, and if you want me gone, I will go, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm finally going to marry who I should have married from the start."

McGonagoll blushed, as Hermione played idly with my hair behind my desk. I found it ironic that I never even let Lily Evans play with my hair, which showed how much I loved Hermione, and trusted her.

"Well," Minerva huffed. "I see that I cannot sway both of you, but I'm not completely convinced of your devotion. Could I see a demonstration?"

We shrugged. "Expecto Patronum," Hermione said, casting the patronus charm. I expected her usual otter to appear, but it was my old patronus, a lone wolf. Mine turned into her old one, instead of Lily Evans's doe.

Minerva McGonagoll nodded, convinced, "Well, you are fools the both of you, but I can see that you both love each other very much, enough to change your patronus's like that. Far be it for me to regard school rules. I will return with the daily student behavior report, Headmaster."

When Minerva left, me and Hermione looked at each other, and I pulled her on to my lap so she was straddling me. "You know, anyone else could just walk in and see us doing something they wouldn't want to see," Hermione teased.

I rested my hands on her hips and laughed, "Hmm..And would that bother you?"

Hermione winked mischievously, "No. Is there room under this desk if, say, I wanted to do something like...this," She freed my cock and began stroking it. I hissed at the sensation of her hand touching me, making it stand immediately at attention. "Or, if I did something like this," She adjusted her pencil skirt so that I slid inside past her panties. I groaned at the feel of being inside of her like this.

"I would make room under there," I growled, and guided her hips as she rode me fast and hard. I took one breast out and suckled her nipple as I stood her up, and bent her over the desk, entering her again, and rocking my hips as I pounded her hard against the desk, and kissed her roughly from behind. We soon finished nearly at the same time.

I heard the stone gargoyle move. I kissed Hermione, buttoning myself up. "That was fun," I said, grinning. "But as much as I want to continue this, I do have meetings to attend to."

Hermione gave me feigned pout, "Pity. Well, let me know if you want me to hide under the desk and I can make your meetings more fun."

I chuckled. "Some other time, love. Rain check?"

Hermione winked, rearranging her skirt and dress shirt to where they belonged. "Definitely. Prefect's bathroom later?"

"We'll see."
Hermione blew me a kiss and left a very stunned group of Slytherin fifth years as they watched my fiancee walk out of the headmaster's office with that 'just satisfied by her man,' bounce in her stride.

I quickly put my cold mask back into place, and barked, "What the bloody hell are you looking at?!"

"N--nothing, Headmaster!" They stammered. "We didn't see anything."

"Good. Let's keep it that way."
I had many tiresome meetings, sometimes with students, other ones with staff members. At the end of the day, Draco Malfoy finally came in, and that was when I finally learned of how he escaped custody from St. Mungos, and it was not news that was pleasant by any stretch of the imagination...