Hermione Granger was running late. She had to pick up a port key at the Keyport. She ran through the departures area heading for the Paris desk. She frowned when informed that she was not on any of their lists for that day.
She could not figure out what was going on when she felt the eyes of someone watching her. She glanced up to find the face of her boyfriend glaring at her, his hands on his hips and he looked annoyed, even though he wore sunglasses.
“Bloody hell Granger, you are late.” He walked away expecting her to follow him. she only then realised that the Portkey would be in his name of course.
She did not get a kiss of welcome, she knew he did not like public displays of affection and their relationship was not exactly out in the open, not yet. She stared after the man in black and groaned. Not in anger or frustration but with desire.
He wore tight leathers of abiker, the trousers showed his bum off to perfection and she could not help but grin. …And it was all hers.
“Sorry Severus, I forgot the time.” she caught up to him and smiled as she took his arm and gave it a swift squeeze . She loved him in his black leathers and even more when he had his long hair tied back out of his face. He looked so much healthier since the war and his near death experience. He looked happy and it showed. He flipped up his dark glasses and winked at her then replaced his smirk with his usual public sneer.
“Reports?” He guessed.
“Yes, stupid git wanted it completed yesterday, not that he would read it till Monday if ever.”
“You are wasted in that job and for Percy of all Ministers.”
“I know but no one else would work for him after Kingsley took sick.”
Severus nodded to the security Wizards and tugged Hermione after him as they stepped through the door they had been guarding.
“What is this place?” She asked shocked, there were women and men dressed in blue, yellow red and green uniforms darting about the reception area. It was like a posh hotel but this was no hotel but what she assumed to be the First Class Lounge, port key style..
“I have never been in the First Class lounge,” said Hermione as she glanced around.
Rich customers were seated in private booths awaiting their Portkey flights. The witches and wizards were being served a variety of drinks and other treats while they waited.
Severus stepped forward and was instantly recognised and received a brilliant smile from the young man in red who came speedily towards them.
“Master Snape, so delighted to have you with us once again.”
Hermione’s eyebrows rose a mile into her hair and her mouth opened like a flobberworm in shock. He had been here before?
“Yes Mr. Campbell, I take it that all is in order for my trip to Paris, France?”
“Yes Sir, “ the man waved to a woman in green who immediately rushed and escorted them both towards another private area that had more security guards standing to attention.
The stewardess departed only after she ensured that Master Snape and his guest were settled.
The room was set out like a suite, complete with lounge, bathroom and even a seating area to sit outdoors. They had access to food and drink while they waited. They even had a bell pull to tug on and service would immediately arrive and it was a witch or wizard who would appear and no Elves in sight.
When they were completely alone, only then did Severus remove his sunglasses to speak.
“Close your mouth granger, you would think you had never travelled luxury class before.” He smirked and looked at her then kissed her soundly.
“I like this Severus but it must be hugely expensive, I cannot afford,” she started.
He cut her off with another kiss.
When she broke from his kiss she began to babble again.
“Hermione, it is our first vacation and stop this, I am a Potioneer, a master of some repute around the magical world. I have travelled to many places since my recovery and if someone offers me a free pass to travel in luxury then who am I to turn it down.”
“You have travelled this way before haven’t you?”
He nodded and smirked, then explained he knew the person who had come up with this new style of Portkey travel, making it much more comfortable to those who could afford to use it and no need to use a coat hanger or a muddy boot.
A while later the same stewardess knocked on their door and led them through to their exclusive departure area with its uniquePortkey.
The pod style vessel had seats with belts similar to those inside a muggle plane. The travelling would be easier and safe from weather or the risk of dropping down into a lake or onto hard ground.
Not having to worry about falling made Hermione relax. She held tight onto Severus’ hand and it eased her nervousness.
A speaker announced from above their heads once the pod had been closed..
“You are about to depart this location, heading to Paris France, you will arrive at Nicolas Flamel Port shortly. Ensure the seat is upright, your seat belt is fastened and all luggage is securely stowed away. The journey will take approximately four minutes twenty seconds. Your travel will begin in, Five, Four, Three, Two, One-”
The only thing Hermione felt was a light feeling in her tummy and the hand in hers, as she had kept her eyes closed throughout.
“We will be arriving at your destination in, Five, Four, Three, Two, One. Welcome to Nicolas Flamel Port, Paris, France. Do not remove your seatbelts until we come to a complete halt.”
“Wow exclaimed Hermione as they exited the pod still holding onto Severus’s hand. That was amazing and I never felt sick at all, only butterflies in my tummy.’
“Welldone,” he pecked her cheek and added, “this will not be the last time you travel like this my pet.”
“Thank you, I do not feel sick at all.” She hugged Severus and smiled.
They exited the Keyport after going through the security checks. Then Severus removed his motorbike from his pocket and resized it along with two helmets.
The wizard settled onto the front of his motorbike, then Hermione sat up behind him and they roared away across the busy network of roads into the centre of Paris.
Hermione loved riding along on the motorbike with him as this way she could hug him openly. He was a skilled driver and moved easily negotiating the vehicles on the road. She felt safe in his hands.
He pulled to a stop just inside a set of metal gates that had opened to a keyfob that he held out as he approached.
“This part of Paris is in the non Magical area, so remember no magic.” He left his large motorbike outside as he knew it would be safe in this gated area.
He led Hermione by the hand up into the lift of the old building. |the apartment block had been recently renovated and split into luxury apartments. Severus kissed Hermione properly once they entered the top floor apartment.
The rooms that Severus had led her into were old but had been redecorated and looked so good with their high ceilings and wooden shutters.. They were on the top of a building that had spectacular views out towards the Eiffel Tower across the river Seine
“Look at the view, Severus, I can see the Eiffel Tower from here, can we go and visit it later, please?”
He came up behind her and leaned his head on her shoulder while he pressed her body into his. He glanced at the view then changed his attention towards her neck and began to kiss her. “Later, my pet, I have more urgent business to attend too.”
Hermione could feel that urgent attention press into the middle of her back and she moaned. She had not seen him in over a week and had missed him. Drat her job and Percy Fucking Weasley. She was on holiday and she had turned off her Magical contact line where Percy was concerned. Her full attention was now for Severus Snape, the removal of his leather trousers and to pay attention to that manhood of his that she had been missing for a whole week.
They headed for the bedroom shedding clothing along the way.
Severus tugged at her blouse frustrated with the tiny buttons. “This is too slow.” He frowned and wished to tear it off her.
“now, now, Severus, remember your own rule, ‘no Magic’. I wore this blouse especially for today, for you. Please do not rip it.”
Severus had recognised the blouse immediately, he remembered that she had worn it on that fateful evening when they finally had got together. He could never forget that blouse that first time and how he had opened it up to reveal her breasts with their delightful rosy nipples.
He carefully removed her blouse, reenacting the same speed that he had used on that first night, taking care to make her feel she was loved. The bed in the master suite was huge and he intended to christen it over and over again. He knew they would not be interrupted.
After all, he owned the whole apartment block.