A/N: Wow I cannot believe the response I am receiving for this little romp. I thank you all that have taken the time to read and review as well as those that are following along at home. Again these guys aren't mine but the plot and ideas therein are. Enjoy!

Chapter 13: Making Progress

"You know if you stay like that you'll catch flies."

Hermione transfigured Severus' shirt into a robe and moved back into the sitting room where Severus still sat twitching cock in hand and mouth agape.

"Did you really think I couldn't find the boots for the ceremony? You only have two pairs and as for outfits, they are all the same fifty shades of black." She patted his chest and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. She watched his cock out of the corner of her eye twitch at her contact.

"That was positively Slytherin of you Miss Granger. I will have to have a word with the sorting hat, it seems to me you were sorted into the wrong house." He stood and waved his wand at the mess on his body and tucked himself back into his pants, turning his face away to hide the slight blush that was still covering most of his face.

"I'll see you later, do you want to go together or shall we keep to tradition and wait til the ceremony?" Hermione grabbed a piece of fruit from the table and made for the door but was held back as a hand came down on her upper arm. Severus twisted her around to face him and pulled her close to him.

"I don't know what it is about you Granger." His eyes roamed her face, the hand not holding her came up to tenderly wrap its fingers around the curls that were wild around her face and flowing down her shoulders.

"It's my tits…and my arse." She swatted at his arm playfully, hoping her humor could somehow alleviate the rising tide of lust in her belly and the tightening in her chest at his look. She made to leave again but he wouldn't let her go just yet.

"Yeah that must be it, and what exquisite goods you have Miss Granger."

She linked her arms behind his head and pulled his head down to her. She rubbed her lips softly against his.

They had only kissed three times yet he knew he never wanted to taste another. He deepened the kiss, searching for the hidden meaning of life her moans would surely offer.

She pulled away dragging her mouth along his jaw to his ear, she whispered, her voice teasing slightly "Have you been studying the books that you got from Lucius?"

She heard the sharp intake of breath as she worked her fingers into the dark silken hair at the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes at the blissful sensation of her fingers rubbing his neck and scalp and grunted and nodded an affirmative.

"So have you learned anything besides what you showed me in the shower?" she was curious as well as still horny from his earlier display.

"Mmm yes I have. I have learned about something called frottage."

"You mean dry shagging?"

"Oh yes, it seems that a witch and wizard can stimulate sexual intercourse while still clothed and it supposedly brings about orgasm if done correctly."

She kissed him again, her lips hard against against his. Her teeth nipping at his bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. His hands squeezed her bum as he pulled her closer to feel the reawakening of his erection beneath his robes.

She could feel the cold stone wall of his room against her back, it made her arch against him, her nipples hardening under the borrowed shirt.

"Would you like to try it?" her question was spoken from under hooded eye lids, the flush in her cheeks gave her request a tinge of innocence that had Severus' cock hardening to full mast.

"Very much so witch, but you must be dressed, it offers optimal results that way." He worked at licking and sucking at her neck, right below her ear taking her lobe into his mouth and sucking until she bucked in his embrace.

Removing one of her hands from their place around his neck she flicked her wand a few times and was standing in a pair of sensible, but very tight muggle jeans and a black tank top with spaghetti straps. With another flick of her wand Severus found himself in his black school trousers and his frock coat.

"Very impressive wand work Miss Granger."

"Swish and lick isn't it?" she kissed him again as he pulled her closer, his leg insinuating itself between her thighs his long fingered hands squeezing her plump bottom.

She moaned loudly, "It seems you were right, the clothes do make a difference."

The seam of her jeans was rubbing deliciously against her clit each time Severus moved her against his leg.

His mouth found hers again as he stifled his own moan.

His cock was fiercely straining against his pants and trousers, making the sensation each time he rubbed against her exquisite. He felt as if he would come just form that.

"Oh yesssss….the clothes definitely are making it better." He gasped as he spoke, his voice throaty and full of need.

"Harder Professor, rub against me harder."

Her words almost did him in; he moved shifting lower to align his prick with the apex at her thighs and began to rub again, this time with added fervor. He removed a hand from her exquisite bottom and pulled at one of the straps on her shirt, releasing one of her luscious tits taking it into his mouth. It was his intent brand the witch with his mouth and teeth. He sucked hard at her already firm nipple and she bucked harder against him.

"Fuuucckkk...yes...that feels sooo good Professor, more…more…I'm going to come…oh gods."

He gave her more, he pushed harder against her, all the while sucking and tugging at her nipple.

Her words spurred him on. She was so wickedly naughty; she was all his fantasies rolled into one. She was smart and sexy and in a few hours she would be his, bound to him for life, that thought alone had him close to spilling before she did. Moving his other hand from her arse he ran it roughly down her thigh pulling her leg up around his waist as he had seen the moving images do in the change in position served to heighten their pleasure. He moved faster, releasing her nipple with a loud pop he moved his mouth across her collarbone and dipped his head to find her other breast. His movements unpracticed and lacking coordination had him everywhere, her mewls and occasional grunts of desire urging him into further action.

Hermione's moans were laced with coherent thought lost to the feel of this man, her wizard between her legs, rubbing his hard length against her, making her squirm in pleasure.

His mouth at her breasts were almost her undoing, the way his firm lips wrapped around her nipples had her arching against him and begging for more. She rubbed herself wantonly against him. Her muscles began to tighten at the rising tide within. She was so close; his movements were jerky and free of any kind of finesse, but she didn't care.

He was glorious; his eyes alight with hunger, a dark and wicked hunger that was mirrored in her very eyes. For too long they had waited, soon they would belong to each other and Hermione could not imagine another day more without her wizard. Just a bit more, almost there, gods he was so hard. She felt for purchase, pulling on his waist, moving him against her, rubbing him harder against her.

"Oh gods, yes, more…" she gasped.

His breath caught momentarily and he growled, low and deep in her ear, his tongue swiping out to catch the shell "Come for me witch…."

Those four words were all she needed and she was gone. Falling hard and fast over the edge, spasms racked her body and she clutched him, his name falling from her mouth.

The sight of her falling apart against him, pulling him harder to her center was all he needed to spill, hot spurts were contained only by a thin fabric. He felt as if they would tear through the material in their quest for her womb. He had never come so hard, so completely wanton in their faux coupling. If this was anything like what would happen after they were married, he was sure he would somehow shatter from the sheer pleasure alone.

He was actively thinking of just running to the ministry in that same instant, his witch thrown over his arm like a muggle caveman and claiming his witch. The former death eater in him for a fleeting instant thought of dark spells that could bind her to him for eternity. Shaking off that last thought he struggled to focus on the witch pressed up against him.

With the bliss of their shared orgasm passing he opened his eyes to see her head thrown back against the wall. Her eyes remained closed and she struggled to catch her breath. She remained quiet as if to relish the bliss of the moment.

He said what he knew she wanted, what she needed to hear from him, he whispered "good girl."

Her insides were still trembling as she heard his voice; felt his hot breath against her ear whispering those words, as if a benediction, a blessing. She practically came again at the sound of those words. So many years yearning for this man's approval, she almost chuckled at the irony. How totally fucked up it would seem to anyone that did not know them, that did not know their shared history, the battles raged and won.

She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, his eyes deep and full of a type of emotion she had never associated with him before-happiness. Her chest tightened again and she feared she was completely lost. She would have spoken but feared the words would die in her throat, her cool demeanor abandoning her at the sight of this man. She lifted her hands and ran them through his hair, pushing the long strands behind his ears and saw him close his eyes at the gentle sensation of her hands against his face.

"That was very educational Professor, now let's go get ready to get married huh?" She kissed him on the tip of his nose and hugged him close.

"Sounds like a good idea. Hermione?"

"Yes?" She pushed the hair back from her face, it was flushed and sweaty.

Righting his clothes and standing a bit awkwardly he turned to walk to the table that held the remnants of their breakfast. He turned away slightly, his fingertips tapping the table as if to somehow ready him for what was next. She heard him draw in a long breath before turning to her to speak.

"Hermione, I would like a traditional binding."

She wondered if she was hearing him correctly of if she had somehow lost the ability to understand any coherent thought. The ministry did not require a traditional binding so this could only mean one thing.

Before she could open her mouth to answer or say anything at all he held up a hand to stop her.

"You do not have to answer now; just take the day to think about it. I will meet at you at the manor tonight."

With those words he turned sharply on his heel and left his rooms. Leaving Hermione flustered, confused and with a smile from ear to ear.

He must love me