Our First...Celebration...(EXPLICIT)

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POV: Severus. Hotel 41. In their room...😍 play the song!! 😍😍❤

As we returned to our hotel room Hermione immediately turned the tv on with her wand to check the news. Hermione guessed right. Theresa was on every channel. We listened to the news anchor reporting the story...

BREAKING NEWS: Prime Minister Theresa May, has been arrested in a Prostitution organization she established, that has been on going and running out of her home at 10 Downing Street! She as well has many other dishonorable charges against her with over 20 years of evidence that hasn't been released as yet. Looks like her reign is forever over!

"Oh Severus! We did it! We actually defeated one of these three bastards! It's a relief to get at least one task done! We need to celebrate!" She paused and looked over towards our sitting area. "Looks like we have the proper subsistence the Hotel provided for our 'Anniversary." Hermione pointed and laughed.

I took off my jacket placing it on the back of the lounge chair noticing our treats. There was champagne chilling in an ice bucket with two glasses sitting on the table. Alongside a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.

Hermione took off her heels as well as tapping her head with her wand to release her long brown hair. Next, with the flick of her wand she opened the champagne bottle making the cork fly into the air. It popped so loudly she squealed in laughter. "Ahhh!" She breathlessly asked me, "would you care for a glass Severus?"

"I'd love one Hermione, thank you." I loved seeing her so happy and giddy. She poured us each a glass using her wand once more to celebrate our 'anniversary.'

We joined each other at the table drinking and I was enjoying watching Hermione eat those chocolate covered strawberries. She brought them to her mouth eating them slowly taking every moment to taste and swirl the delicacy. I wished I was those strawberries.

Hermione bit down again on the treat she was so succulently enjoying and the juices rolled down her arm. She grabbed a napkin and rubbed off the juices along with the makeup covering a scar on her arm.

Horror enraptured my body at what I saw on the inside Hermione's forearm. MUDBLOOD.

"Hermione what is that? What happened?" I held her arm open to get a better look. "Bellatrix. That's her handy work." Hermione tried to make a small joke to keep from crying. "She tortured me for answers at Malfoy Manor. Before the battle. I've tried different creams and potions to remove it, but nothing works as good as plain old fashioned makeup." She looked at me wanting to hurry to end this conversation. "Hermione, I have a potion that will help diminish the appearance. When we get home I'll make it for you. If you'd like." I humbly asked her wanting to help. "Yes, Severus. That would be lovely. Thank you." She smiled and took a drink of her champagne.

We started small talk between one other and the conversation beginning to get much deeper than I expected. Perhaps because of our liquid courage we had just about downed in thirty minutes.

"Are you going back to teaching at Hogwarts when this mess is cleaned up?" Hermione questioned me.

"Most, likely. If they'll have me." I honestly wasn't sure. "Oh, Severus you are the best potions master in the world! Although, I'm not so sure if you enjoy teaching it?!" She laughed and hiccuped at the same time. She was delectable. "But I know they'll have you back! Who knows maybe you'll teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts again or maybe take the headmasters position?" She was sweetly optimistic and I loved that about her. "You're a legend Professor." She blushed.

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