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Nothing But a Kiss COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DISCLAIMER: Her characters/universe (JK Rowling), the plot is all mine...

It was later in the morning the next day, that Severus and Hermione made their way to the headmistress's office, with little Lorelei wandering between their watchful eyes. As they entered the office, Minerva gave a sweet greeting, in her typical Grandma Minnie way, and Albus took in a deep gasp of breath upon seeing the family.
"My, my, dear, you are absolutely glowing."
"Whatever do you mean Albus? I got hardly any sleep, most of which was spent tossing and turning, and I've felt just a bit off since I got up this morning."
With this comment Albus' eyebrows rose, and he spared Minerva a glance.
"Minnie, dear, I think perhaps you ought to floo Poppy. I feel she could be of some assistance."
At his request, Minerva gave a questioning look, not quite understanding what Albus was getting at.
"I suppose I could do that. But why, Albus?"
"Please, Minnie. She will be needed shortly. Now just what did you need today my children?"
Severus his face was confused, which was very odd occurrence for the man who generally had a good idea of what was happening around him. He shook it off, thinking it one of Albus' odd traits, or random tangents, and began their story. After explaining to their two mentors the child dreams, and trouble sleeping, he asked for advice.
"Albus, Minerva, you know I am not one to ask for advice often. And you both know, very well, just how protective I am of the people that I love. But I must admit, I am at a loss as to how to take the next step with this. What do we do? How can Hermione and I possibly combat this when we have no idea who or what to suspect?"
"Well, first off, Hermione should do nothing. It is not only dangerous for her to be involved at this time, she would be putting both their lives at risk. Not to mention, what would happen to you or little Lorelei if she were needed to perform certain tasks."
At this, Hermione's face went red with rage, her hands falling into fists at her sides, and her magic fairly crackling in the atmosphere around her.
"What the bloody hell do you mean old man? I can take care of myself and my child, thank you very much. And what the hell kind of danger would I be putting anyone in by taking care of us and defending us?"
"Ah, perfect timing Poppy. Please come in and have a look over Miss Granger. I believe she's been feeling a bit under the weather lately. She's not been sleeping well and feeling a bit ill and run down." Albus gave the medi witch a pointed look that must have been immediately interpreted, because a dawning expression crossed the Madam's face.
"You don't think-"
"But I do, Poppy. I seem to recall sensing a spike in magic a while back. It was raw, elemental magic. I believe it was the cause of at least part of our current situation," he said with an eyebrow raise and a twinkle in his painted eyes.
Hermione was sputtering a reply, as the medi which waved her wand carefully over Hermione's abdomen, much to a bewildered and curious Severus's amusement. He quickly grasped his fiance's hand in his, and tried to calm her.
"Sweet, you have been feeling a bit odd lately. Let the woman see if there's anything wrong. It couldn't do any harm," he stated, just before the tip of the witch's wand turned blue. She turned around, making excited eye contact was the former Headmaster's portrait and gave him a quick nod, obviously confirming his suspicions.
He clapped his hands in the portrait once, and excitedly said, "Just as I thought, Hermione, Severus, congratulations. It would appear that you will be welcoming another child in, my guess would be, about 6 months time."
Hermione began to hear a low buzzing noise in her head, as everything melted away to background noise. Her vision begin to tunnel, folding in on itself and darkening significantly, until there was nothing but a pinhole of light. She heard Severus asking questions as if he were very far away, and Albus giving answers as if from a dream. Her heart began to race, her palms sweating and shaking vigorously. Her breathing was shallow and erratic as her stance begin to waiver, before she collapsed to her knees on the floor in wailing sobs that racked her body.
"Severus, help the poor girl."
"I know it's quite presumptuous of me, Minerva, but might I commandeer your office for a moment with my fiance?"
"Certainly. Of course, Severus. I'll take young Lorelei for a little walk to the Infirmary so that Poppy and I may gather the potions she will be needing. Please, see to her. She has so much to be happy about." She said with a sad smile not quite reaching her eyes.
His former mentor and colleague left the office, as he sank to his knees, pulling his witch in his arms. He gathered her onto his lap, rocking her back and forth and side to side, much like he did for her young child, rubbing small circles into her lower back and whispering words of comfort into her ear. He could hear her muttering to herself, and it took him quite some time to understand what she was saying, but when he did he was terrified.
"Not again. Please, Gods- please. Merlin, Circe and Nimue not again. Don't let him hurt me, Severus. Please, just let me break. Let me shatter. Don't just leave me here to die. It hurts! It hurts so much! Please, dear Gods, Not Again!" She sobbed into his shoulder, clutching his robes in her white knuckled fists tightly, hanging on for dear life, or her sanity, he wasn't sure which.
He pulled back from her, lifting her chin with his forefinger to meet her eyes.
"Hermione, love. I'm right here. I'm with you. This is real. This isn't an alleyway. You're not behind a dumpster, or against a wall. You are a smart, beautiful, accomplished which, and a mother of a gorgeous young girl. I will never leave your side. We will get through this together. This child, this baby growing inside you, this is a piece of both of us, and I would never make you do this all alone. This is a product of love." He said into her shining orbs, as she began to focus on his face again, while his large palm rested on her slightly rounded belly. He guided her breathing, slowly in and out. In and out.
Some minutes later, when Hermione was sure her mind was back to the present, her small voice spoke up.
"I'm so sorry, Severus. I used to be very prone to panic attacks, you know... Just after everything happened. Thank you for helping me through it." At this, she looked up into Professor Dumbledore's portrait and questioned him.
"How has this happened?" At his raised eyebrow she continued quickly. "Obviously, I know how it happened. What I meant was, I've been taking the potion religiously. We were always protected. How could this have happened?"
"Ah, as I said, I felt a burst of raw elemental magic sometime ago. I believe, very firmly, and with quite a bit of proof, that the two of you are soul bonded. I believe that the night Severus proposed to you, the two of you completed the bond. The burst of magical energy that comes from that kind of bonding, well it tends to cancel out a great many potions and enchantments. Especially from a Soul Bond, most contraceptives will become null and void."
At their shocked expressions, the old man simply sat back in his portrait chair, waiting for the next question that he was certain would be uttered.
"And just what proof have you for us?" The Potions Master asked.
"Actually, it's quite simple but also simply extraordinary. Your daughter."
"What exactly do you mean, our daughter? And what did you mean when you said more children from us before?"
"A couple who are so bonded, they are connected from birth. It is not always apparent, and it is not always noticed. At least not immediately. My understanding is that Miss Granger had very deep connections to her soul bonded feelings with you prior to her leaving the magical world. I believe that in her grief and distress all those months ago, the Soul Bond changed the outcome of her pregnancy. I believe the elemental magic made Lorelei a product of you both, somehow. Miss Granger, does your daughter look anything like your attacker?"
She was silent for many minutes, reliving small parts of the incident, before answering, in a voice, so soft they strained to hear it.
"No. She looks nothing like him." She lifted her head, a look of wonderment in her whiskey colored eyes and a soft smile on her face, as she gazed upon her fiance, and declared, with much more conviction, "I always thought she looked just like you. It's true, Severus. It's like I knew it all along. You truly are her father."
His eyes sparkled with unshed tears, as he looked at her, his face expressing extreme gratitude and humility at realizing that he had inadvertently, and inexplicably helped to create a child made from love.
"I'm really a daddy. Good gods." His face became shocked once more, as he stated, "and I'm about to be a daddy again." Before grabbing the witch close to his chest for a tight hug. He whispered in her ear, "Thank you so much, Hermione. You have given me all of the greatest gifts the world ever had to offer a marked man like me. You will never regret this. I love you so much witch." He said into her hair, a sparkling smile on his face, as the headmistress and Madame Pomphrey reentered the office. They both grinned broadly at the beautiful sight before them.
"Well, I'm glad we're all happy about this. Congratulations to the both of you."
"Thank you so much, Minerva." Hermione said, her face finally showing her true level of sheer happiness and excitement at being able to share the experience of a child with the man she loved.
"Now, on to the real reason you came in today..."
It was several hours later, after Lorelei's nap and some serious strategizing, that the soon-to-be parents left the headmistress's office, a firm plan in mind.

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Heverin Heinrich hid at the edge of the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, watching. Always watching. Waiting for the right moment to strike, the moment when the witch and wizard who had been a part of the greatest downfall the wizarding world had ever known, would be less watchful. He waited for the moment when their eyes were on each other, instead of their small charge. He waited for the proper moment to strike.
Heinrich had been a low-level Death Eater, unknown to most. His Dark Lord ruled him along with a select few others, that were kept apart and separated from the herd, in case something should happen and the Death Eaters were found. Or in the case of a snake in the grass, perhaps one name Severus Snape, should appear and become the most traitorous man the dark wizard had ever known.
Heinrich had been set with the task of taking down his enemy bit by bit. He took his task very seriously, he knew what was at stake. He'd already done so much to support the rebel cause after the Dark Lord's downfall. If one had looked closely enough in the pages of the daily prophet, one would have seen all the muggle deaths with mysterious circumstances, all the bombings in public places, all the quote unquote 'drug deals gone wrong'. If one had looked closely enough, they would have seen it. His life's work to bring back the ideals Lord Voldemort had stood for.
He had his marching orders: destroy Severus Snape, the traitor. Destroy Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and most especially, Harry Potter. He knew what he needed to do. These were all people with a conscience. He had no such proclivities. He would feel no guilt at taking their children from them. He would feel no guilt at holding them hostage, sending pensive memories to the distraught parents and families, he would feel nothing but victory at tearing them down to their very cores.
It was a shame that Hermione Granger had a child at all. If only he had used a better glamour to begin with. But instead he had chosen Polyjuice and used some homeless muggle to execute his plan. He had meant only to degrade her, to break the witch down, to leave her shattered and bleeding. But as someone had once said, the best laid plans often go awry.
Such a shame that the muggle he had been disguised as was found so quickly after executing his plan. Though he hadn't left him anywhere particularly difficult to find. He had waited until the muggle had passed out drunk next to a dumpster then stolen his clothes to perform this task. Once he had completed the act, he had found the muggle quickly, redressed him with magic, and fled the scene with haste. It was interesting though, that the muggle had been wanted for the same acts performed previously. Apparently the wizard had lucked out in his choice.
Such a shame, however, that he should have to kidnap his own child. But the child looked nothing like him. It was quite odd. If one looked at the child along with the witch and wizard she was frequently accompanied by, one would think for certain that they were her actual parents. But Heinrich, with his light dirty blonde hair, and ice blue eyes, with very refined features, looks nothing like his daughter. Alas, his daughter looked like the product of the traitor and the Golden Girl.
He spent no more time thinking on this topic, as his targets finally came into view. He had been watching them for weeks, months really. He would lie in wait, trying to find the perfect moment to snatch the child from under her watchful guardians eyes. He knew that they suspected something though. They had been exceptionally watchful lately, leaving the child, more often than not, with other powerful witches and wizards that paid more than enough attention to the small chit. But he knew their routine, and they would frequently come out here, walking the grounds around the Black Lake, waiting for the giant squid to wave to the baby. He had expected them hours ago however. But no matter. They were here now, and it was only a matter of time before he could take the child. Take the child and begin his torture of the entire family, and thus the entire wizarding world.
Kingsley had met with him 2 weeks prior, telling him to 'get on it.' This was no longer a game. Heinrich knew that if he didn't deliver within the next fortnight, he could count on drawing his last breath under the Minister's watchful eye. He would never get his hands dirty himself anymore, relying on the kindness of 'strangers' to perform his bidding. It would be mere child's play for the man to plant something on Heinrich, sending him to Azkaban, but not before being roughed up thoroughly by his aurors.
Kingsley had been playing the long game. As much as he would love to deny it, the dark man had been in the fold of Voldemort since very early times. He always had backup plans, just in case something should fall through. He played both sides to perfection, each trusting completely in his loyalty. But no one realized that the dark man, the Minister himself, was on the side of no one but himself. Whoever got him farther in this world would be the side that he fought for, usually to the detriment of someone close to him. This particular assignment, however, was distinctly closer to home than the rest. Kingsley had somewhat of a soft spot from Hermione. He always admired her, and hoped that one day, perhaps she would arrive at one of the dark revels that he was allowed present at. He had prayed for a chance to fuck the girl, but no chance had ever been given. He thought by offering her a secret mission, and being the only one to know where she was and what she was doing, would give him an advantage. He had often tried, charming his appearance, or poly juicing himself to take the form of another, in hopes to finally bed the girl. But his chance was never had. He hadn't even been able to be the one to rape the witch, as was his plan in the first place. But no, he had to rely on Heinrich, a lowly, scum-of-the-Earth man, to do the deed for him. If only the foreign ministers from the other regions haven't been in town at the time...
But his time was coming soon. He could almost guarantee that this plan would work out in his favor. He would be the magnanimous man, the only one able to get her daughter back for her. That moron Heinrich thought he knew everything. The little rat didn't have a clue, he didn't know the half of it. The plan was always to get Hermione by his side by any means necessary. Being the one to rescue her child would certainly put him in Hermione's favor. He had nothing now but to wait, and the time would be soon.

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A/N
Welp... *Gulp* things are getting rough. In the words of my co-worker who helps me plan everything out (as to the format of this chapter) "I like to give them hope, and then crush it." Thanks bro... I know I completely disregarded my perceived timeline for posting. Sorry. RL is manic and insane this week. But I should be back to post again tomorrow... then maybe a couple days. So any opinions on how things should unfold here? Any opinions on our favorite couple's current situation? They've only been really together for maybe... 6 months? and they're engaged and 3 months pregnant...?! But I guess when you know, you know. And I'm sure the whole 'soul bond' thing had something to do with it all...
Book_Addict_89 May the Gods bless you and your post it note. I completely agree. 'Severus with a baby mid lesson doing things to my ovaries' is the exact reason I put it in there... It seems to have the same effect on me. And yes... something bad is coming (as I'm sure you've noticed)... stay tuned.

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