She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Five

I am a rat. How are you? Bulgarian in italics.

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Snape

The smell of ink and hot coffee stained the air in a bittersweet way. Severus sat, newspaper in hand staring at Hermione. She was perched at a kitchen stool with her back to him, messing with what sounded like metal.

"Did you have fun this morning?" He asked, and she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"Yes," she said sweetly, hoping off the stool. She crossed the through entryway to him. He set the newspaper aside, patting his thigh.

She sat, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. She was holding a little box. He chuckled when she offered it to him.

She had mentioned last night in a tired spout that she had planned to get them all wedding bands as well. He took it and playfully shook it to tease her.

She patted his cheek, "Open it, Sev."

It was onyx, with little black diamonds on it. He smiled warmly, kissing her jaw softly, "Thank you, I love it."

"I love you," she muttered, kissing his cheek. His grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her a bit closer.

"I love you too, Witch," he whispered back, rubbing his thumb in circles over the rings.

She took it gingerly from the box, slipping it onto his finger. The gesture made his heart swoon and melt. He kissed her once more. Every time their lips met there was a silent thunder. One that rolled through them with such intensity it made them buzz.

Every touch was feverish and slow. It made goose flesh rise on the skin. It was palpable and hypnotic.

Severus though desperate and quite aroused he refused to go beyond a boundary. Without enthusiastic consent lovemaking was nothing more then a flavorless rut. Of course love was involved but it Severus cared more for her satisfaction than his own.

His hand drifted to the hem of her blouse. "May I," he asked when she stopped to catch her breath.

"Yes," she nodded enthusiastically, continuing to kiss him. Her delicate hands danced down the buttons of his shirt.

"I think we should move this somewhere more comfortable," she only hummed in response, allowing herself to be lifted up into his arms.

With his silk robe on, her hair in a bun she walked gracefully down to the living room. The boys were talking about sports. Muggle sports.  Severus looked up and smirked.

"Don't you grin at me like that, Professor," she teased crossing her arms.

Viktor appreciated her legs for a moment, Draco pretended not to stare. Viktor stood, "I would like to take shower with you."

Hermione blushed, laughing as she went on her tip toes to his kiss him. "Come on then, Puppy."

Once the pair were up the stairs and out of sight, Draco shook his head.

"What," Severus tipped his head, and Draco waved his hand around.

"That fucker has no filter."

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I know this is short but I just wanted to spice it up with a little action.