Epilogue: Four Years Later

Hermione called down the cellar steps to him. "Lunch is ready."

There was a mumbly, "Hmm, yes," in return.

He was off in his own world. If she wanted him up there in less than an hour, she had to snap him out of it. "Your sandwich will get cold."

"Be there in a minute."

He wasn't paying attention. "I have to go to the Ministry in an hour. If you want to see me, you'd better get your arse up here." She hadn't seen him since she woke up that morning; it was time for her Severus fix.

"All right, I'm coming up now."

"Good." She dashed over to the kitchen table.

Severus set his batch of No Lie on simmer and headed up the stairs. The revenue from that potion alone was enough for them to live on, but she would never quit her new job at the Ministry. Fighting creature injustice from within the system was all she talked about.

He was her biggest advocate. That bastard who had tried to get her fired her first week had paid dearly. She didn't need to know who had slipped the Babbling Brew and No Lie into the wanker's coffee. Truth will out as they say (especially when you can't stop talking).

Severus came through the utility room to find her bent over the kitchen table, her skirt lifted and her bare bum facing him. He wiped the smirk off his face with one hand. "I thought it was lunchtime."

The plates had been shoved to one side. They could eat in a minute. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I need a spanking, sir."

"Do you?" I never would have guessed. "Very well. I hope you don't have to sit through any meetings this afternoon," he commented as he picked up the wooden spoon from the crock by the stove.

"No meetings. I'll probably be home early."

"I look forward to that. You'd better get those feet wider. I want to see that pussy glistening."

Hermione grinned and spread her legs. The sting of the spoon made her eyes pop wide in surprise. "I wanted your hand, Severus! That spoon bloody hurts."

He didn't respond, continuing with the stinging licks. Each hit made her jump, but the heat was building quickly. It was perfect. She turned her face to the side, smiling.

Severus waited until her skin was a nice even shade of dark pink then gave her six hard smacks.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't pretend you didn't like it," he said, sliding one finger through her juicy slit.

"Never said I didn't like it—I just wasn't ready for it." Hermione reached back with her left hand to feel the bulge in his trousers. "Seems I'm not the only one who likes this."

He caught her hand and pinned it to her lower back. "That earned you another four hard ones. You know better than to tease me in the middle of the day." Snape whacked her backside four more times, hard enough to make her shout.

"Ow ow ow!" she groaned, reaching back to feel how hot her skin was with her free hand. He dropped the spoon and caught her other wrist, pinning it with the first. Hermione struggled in his grasp, excited but unaware that her request would morph into a full-on bum blistering. "Okay, Severus. My bum really hurts now. You win."

"I wasn't aware it was a competition. In that case . . ." He gave her six smacks with his bare hand then slid his middle finger into her wet pussy. "I think a victory shag is in order."

Hermione laughed, pulling at her trapped arms. "I just wanted a spanking."

Snape laid on two more smacks. "Since I don't see your knickers anywhere, I doubt that's all you had in mind."

She smiled. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" he said, smirking. Did you see this coming? He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring. It sparkled in the afternoon light. He slid it over her left ring finger and smiled. It fit perfectly.

"Severus, what are you doing?" she asked, confused that he wasn't taking off his trousers.

He let go of her hand so she could look.

Hermione turned her head and pulled her hand in front of her face. She blinked at the ring stupidly as he rubbed her sore bum. "Severus . . . is this a . . . are you asking me to . . . ?"

"If that ring is cutting off the blood flow to your brain, I should take it back."

"No. I love it."

"Is that a yes?"

Hermione smiled brightly and continued staring, making it sparkle in the light. She wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "You haven't asked anything."

"Come up here." He let go of her arm and pulled her up to face him. She was grinning at him like a giggly maniac. Severus kissed her once then got down on one knee, holding her ringed hand in his. "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

She slapped her right hand over her mouth to make herself stop giggling and nodded yes. When he raised an eyebrow at her non-verbal answer, she reached down and stroked his face. "Of course I will. I love you, Severus."

Snape smiled softly, holding her gaze as he pushed her skirt up around her waist. "Is it time for lunch now?"

Hermione leaned back on the table and threw one leg over his shoulder. "I hope you're hungry."

Severus buried his face in her pussy. He held her skirt out of the way with one hand so his other was free to assist. Curling his fingers inside her, he drew a loud moan from her lips. She came quickly. No deluge, but he intended to get the floor wet before he was finished with her. "Turn around, hands on the table."

Hermione pulled her leg off of him and spun around. "Don't mess up my dress. Everyone knows what I've been doing when I come back wearing different clothes."

He unfastened his trousers and pressed his swollen cock against her warm cheeks. "I'm not going to come on your dress." You might, but I certainly won't. He crouched down and pushed his cock to her slick entrance. "Moan for me, pet."

He slid in with one long slow thrust, and Hermione gasped as he bottomed out. "Oh fuck!"

"Tell me how you want it," he whispered, sliding in and out of her, his hands pulling her hips back onto his length.

"Faster, sir."

He smirked. "So . . . are you going to go with Mrs. Sir or something more traditional?"

Hermione looked at the ring. "Draco and Ginny both say Granger-Snape. I think that sounds good."

"You don't want to be Hermione Snape?"

"It sounds a bit like a Dickens villain, don't you think?"

He held back a chuckle as he thrust faster. "A bit."

"Hermione Granger-Snape sounds very professional," she panted. "Like a barrister."

Severus grinned and gently pushed on her back so she'd lie flat on the table. "Or an MP."

Hermione rested her cheek on her arm. "You could take my name if you wanted."

He snorted.

"What's so funny?"

"Severus Granger? Not a name that inspires fear, is it?"

"You could stop scaring everyone."

"Never!" He sped up again for a few seconds.

"Unh! Okay, then you agree with my decision?" she gasped.

"Mrs. Hermione Granger-Snape. Yes, that sounds nice."

"I know," she said, grinning to herself.

He put his hands on the table next to her and snapped his hips a few times. "Know-it-all."

Her palm slapped the wood tabletop. "Oh gods!" His cock was going to bore a hole straight through her.

Severus slowed down. "Not yet, love. Your pussy isn't loud enough. Tell me, did you have a date in mind too?"

"As soon as possible."

"Eager for the wedding night?"

Hermione giggled through her moan. "Yes, sir."

"We could just go to the Ministry and have someone marry us."

"No way. I want a dress and a cake. And dancing."

He smirked. "Very well. Where will this be taking place?"

"At Hogwarts," she said, as if the answer were obvious.

"Hogwarts?"

"It's our home . . . and it's pretty. We can get married by the lake and have the reception in the Great Hall."

"Are you inviting the whole school?"

"No, just our friends and my parents. Dammit, Severus, please stop teasing me! I'm so close."

"Have you already planned the whole wedding?" he asked suspiciously.

"Of course not." Draco did.

"Who's going to marry us?"

"Albus."

"Will Ginny be your matron of honor?"

"Yes."

"I suppose I'll have to ask Draco to be my best man. He did call it."

"He'll pout if you don't."

"I guess we have to do it in the summer when the school's empty."

"I said as soon as possible."

He smiled. "All right. Everyone would show up for you at a moment's notice anyway."

"I just need a couple of weeks."

"A couple weeks!"

"Too soon?"

He stopped thrusting and stared at the back of her bushy head, thinking. "No, that's fine. Whatever you want."

"Can we talk about it when I get home from work? I need you to fuck me now."

He grinned and picked up the pace. "Yes, dear."

Hermione sobbed as he pounded into her. The table rattled so hard the silverware clattered to the floor. Her pussy wrapped tighter and tighter. When her orgasm peaked, she shouted into the tabletop, clawing at the wood. Her pussy streamed, and the juice ran down her leg.

Severus grunted as she came, his cock barely able to push inside her. He let her pulsing pull the seed from his balls. It was never going to end.

Hermione panted at the table as Severus finished. He'd been repeatedly growling "fuck" and "yes" ever since she started to come. It was the best thing she'd heard all day. "Thank you, sir," she said with a sated smile.

A tired grin broke over his face. "You're welcome, love. You'd better be ready for round two when you get home later. I think you need more wedding night practice."

Hermione put her hand to her lower back, and he entwined his fingers with hers. "If I haven't figured it by now, I'm never going to get it."

A/N: Thank you everyone for all the reviews. I loved hearing what everyone thought as they read. There is a one-shot sequel to this called I Can Dream About You. I'll get it up right away; I hope you all find it a satisfying and fitting end. :)