Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Harry Potter; they all belong to the brilliant JK Rowling.

Author's Note: My first smut fic, though romantic. Please review; I'd really like some constructive criticism for the smut writing. It's not as easy as one might think. Thanks to Phillip who edited for me at a moment's notice. And thanks to my mentor, Nimue, who convinced me that flowery stuff is okay.

Severus Snape and the Smoothing of the Ruffled Feathers


"Hmm?" Severus hummed, brow creasing as he paused in his reading and glanced up at his wife.

"Does my arse look big in these robes?" Hermione asked, turning to show him and pulling the forest green robes tight against her rump.

Severus raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Absolutely." A wicked gleam came to his eye.

Hermione was oblivious to his lust. Insulted at his answer, she frowned at him. "This color always did make me look gigantic." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Slytherin colors." She glared at her bottom over her shoulder, and stomped back to their bedchamber.

Severus laid his tome down, and arose to follow his wife with a predatory gleam in his eye. He came up behind Hermione in the mirror while she was studying herself, and wrapped his arms around her waist. His head fell to her neck, inhaling her fragrance.

"You're pregnant, my love," he murmured against the creamy expanse of her throat. "There is nothing wrong with your figure. Do you know how long I've waited to see you grow round with my child?" One hand slowly started climbing to rest under her breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive underside, while his other hand plunged down her growing belly. He rubbed her abdomen gently and affectionately, making her giggle slightly and watch him in the mirror lovingly. At three months, she was already glowing and looked perfect to him.

Severus tilted his head and studied their reflection pensively. One year ago tomorrow he had married his once-student, and now colleague. After she'd graduated from Hogwarts, she'd returned not a few months later to become the Transfiguration apprentice. He'd begun seeing her in a different light ever since the defeat of Voldemort; she'd fought bravely and used intelligence in ways he'd never really appreciated in the horrific war. When she came back, not longer as a student, he jumped at the chance to have her for his own. To claim a young woman who could match wits with him… match desire with him... was something he was not willing to pass up. It'd been mutual. Of course, he hadn't expected to fall in love. Now he cherished the feeling.

Overcome with emotions that were still raw, he spun Hermione around and brought her flush against his body. He captured her lips with his own, and dug his fingers into her riling rump to force her closer to his hard length. He savored her gasp as she wrapped her arms around his neck, thrusting her generous breasts against his chest, and mewed like a hungry kitten in the back of her throat. Severus smirked against her lips, and plunged his tongue into her, licking up all her flavors, determined to learn the secrets from every corner of warm mouth.

He walked her toward the bed, never breaking their embrace, and gently pushed her down, watching her hair fan out around her face.

Hermione reached out to him, tugging at his robes. "Severus…"

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back. "Hush, dearest."

"But Severus," Hermione panted, placing a dainty foot upon his chest, making her green robes slide up her leg, "I have to meet Minerva in twenty minutes!" She pointed toward the clock on the wall, becoming slightly distressed. She didn't want anything to ruin her apprenticeship; she was highly liked by Professor McGonagall and she didn't want that to change.

Severus smirked down at her, running a hand up her leg to massage her revealed thigh. "I shall speak with Minerva myself, my dear," he bargained with her. He unbuttoned her robes without haste, eager to undress her, yet wanting to torment his lovely wife a bit. He grinned when she squirmed beneath him. With a little more force than necessary, he stripped her bare, throwing her robes carelessly to the floor. Advancing with the intent to begin pleasuring her, he halted as she once again placed a foot in the middle of his chest.

Severus' eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you don't want this wife," he managed through clenched teeth, "Enlighten me so that I may take a cold shower."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and, without speaking, sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, so that he was standing right in between her legs. He shivered involuntarily as her feminine heat brushed his pants, just above the knee. A groan escaped him as her fingers fluttered over his erection, bulging through his pants.

"I always want it, Severus. You know that." She stroked his calf with her toes as she unbuttoned his fly. "I just wanted to get you out of your robes first." Just as she was about to release him from his confinement, he let out a growl and jerked her hips forward, making her fall back with a grunt. Her arse hung off the bed as he knelt between her legs.

"So that's the way of it, then? You want to tease?" He dragged his tongue up along her inner thigh, pausing at her mound. She cried out, and he held her hips as they bucked. With a wicked grin, he nuzzled the curls shielding her femininity. His tongue entered her wet slit, and maneuvered expertly to pick up all her juices. He alternated between diving into her sweetness, and making circles on her swollen clit. Hermione's hands flew to his head and clenched at his hair as she writhed beneath his mouth. The assault continued, Severus using his talented tongue to bring her to the very edge of bliss. And yet, he stopped at that precipice, and drew back, making Hermione shriek his name in protest.

He loomed over her, still fully clothed, though his pants were undone. His obsidian eyes gleamed at her.

"Do you want to be sated, Hermione?" He licked his lips, closing his eyes to show her how very much he savored her taste.

"Yes, Severus, please give it to me…" He always did this. He always made her beg. And she loved it.

"Give what to you, Hermione?" He leaned forward, a hand on either side of her face, and pressed his rock-hard member against her now-swollen and moist entrance.

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me!" Her legs wrapped around his, urging him closer.

Severus moaned and attacked her mouth with his, shoving his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. Hermione frantically helped him undress, pushing the offending garments from his body. They sighed in both lust and relief together as his naked body lay fully against hers.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hands grabbed his face. "Take me, Severus." She rubbed her breasts enticingly against his chest, moaning at the friction. "Don't you want to hear me scream your name as I come?"

His response was exactly what she was hoping for. He growled, kissing her deeply once more as he lifted her hips, and thrusted home. Ah, how tight she was. Even though they had made love every day, most days more than once, she was still as tight and wet and hot as she'd been as his virgin bride. His mouth left hers and slid down to her collarbone, nipping and licking until he reached her breasts. He withdrew and impaled her again, creating a rhythm and friction that nearly made him come right then. His head dropped to her chest, and he flicked one of her pink nipples with his tongue, biting sharply to emphasize each thrust.

Hermione's legs clamped high around his waist, squeezing him in a vice grip that urged his movements on. Her nails embedded into his shoulder blade, carving in her ardor. The other hand dug into his buttocks like spurs with each advance.

Merlin! He loved it. He loved her!

He drove into her again and again, making her buck wildly, making her shout his name in a high pitch. Severus' hands dug into her hips, and he groaned hoarsely, "Look at me, Hermione."

Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped as he hit the spot high within her that sent jolts of electricity through her body, zinging straight to her nipples. "Severus…"

"Come with me, Hermione. Come," he insisted, grunting as he lunged hard, hitting her sweet spot again.

Hermione's eyes screwed shut tightly as she screamed, "Severus!" He felt her inner muscles clench around him hotly, and he gasped as she milked him of all the seed he possessed.

Latching onto her lips, he continued moving as they fell back down to earth together, clutching each other as they shook in delight.

Severus lifted his head from Hermione's neck and smoothed her wet hair from her face. "Are you okay, my dear?"

Hermione cupped his neck, her love for him shining in her eyes. His breath hitched at the beauty of it. "Okay, Severus? Hmm… a whole lot more than okay, I think." She kissed his nose, knowing he pretended to hate it. "I love you, Severus."

He kissed her nose in turn, and murmured, "And I love you, Hermione." He lifted from her body slowly, and placed a kiss on her slightly rounded tummy. "And I love you, little one." With a smirk, he murmured to their unborn child, "I hope I didn't scare you too much."

Hermione whacked him playfully on the shoulder. Slipping her robes on for the second time that morning, she turned to her husband. "Does my arse really look big in these robes?"