The Courtship of Miss Granger | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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****DISCLAIMER****J.K. Rowling owns all characters, I am
just borrowing them for a little while; I’ll put them right back when I’m done.
A/N: Ooookay, looks
like there might be only one more chapter after this one. We’ll see.
But I need to conduct a little poll – All those in favor of a SS/HG/LM
fic: should I just use the characters as they currently are, or do a “little”
AU dabbling? The boys will have to still
be Death Eaters and I’m a sucker for a happy ending…on the massage table as
well as in a story, lol
A’righty then! Did
somebody say “goatee”?
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Despite the fervent objections of her doting husband, Madam
Hermione Snape continued her studies to become a professor, reminding him of
the schedule she had set up before they married. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were
pleased to be chosen as the twins’ godparents, and turned a blind, and heartily
amused, eye to the father-to-be’s increasing anxiety. Severus was too distracted to be
unnecessarily mean to his students, but they weren’t taking any chances. Potions lessons were conducted in deathly
silence and the students were careful to be on their best behavior in case his
mood would suddenly change back to unreasoning vindictiveness. Ginny would report any change in her best
friend’s health ahead of any class Gryffindors might have with Snape - it
usually served as an indicator of how the Potions Master’s disposition would
be. Making her older brothers proud of
her entrepreneurial spirit, she began charging the other Houses two Galleons
per day if they wanted to know what they would face in the dungeons. During the first part of his wife’s
pregnancy, he hadn’t been fit for company (let alone teaching) as Hermione was
irritable, frequently ill, and didn’t even want her husband to sleep in the
same room with her. Gryffindors in
particular were relieved when this phase was over.
She had gotten over her morning sickness (which incidentally
happened at all times of the day) and became once more the sweet, laughing
young woman the Potions Master had fallen in love with. He was very glad when his ban from their
bedroom ended – her new curves intrigued as well as stimulated him, much to
Hermione’s amusement. “I feel like a
beached whale, and probably look worse.
How on earth could you want me?” she queried, but he reassured her that
she was not only lovely, she was more beautiful than ever and proceeded to
prove it after checking a sheet of parchment listing all the safest positions
for her.
How she had laughed when, talking to Madam Pomfrey about
lovemaking during pregnancy, Severus had asked if it would scare the
children. “Well, I probably wouldn’t
like it,” he had huffed defensively after Poppy dissolved into laughter right
alongside Hermione. Now he thrust in and
out of her slowly, caressing her breasts and scattering love-bites up and down
her neck and shoulder. She leaned back
against him in ecstasy, reaching to twine her fingers in his long hair as he
buried his thick cock in her aching slit.
You can do it a little harder,
Severus – you won’t hurt us. She
heard his sharp intake of breath, knowing that he would love nothing more after
his….respite….than to slam into her hard and fast, spilling inside her violently. So do
it – Poppy told me it would be okay, I asked her this morning after I felt your
need for me. You can be gentle later;
just take me the way you need to, first.
She thought deliberately of the times they had made scorching love,
Severus riding her hard until they both collapsed screaming with pleasure. This didn’t quite do the trick, so she
summoned her memories of “the detention.”
A tremor ran through him in response, and he slammed into her with every
ounce of frustrated lust he had been carrying inside…Hermione screamed as her
climax overwhelmed her and the tightening of her pussy around him stripped away
the rest of Severus’ resolve. He groaned
as he pulled out, and then sheathed himself fully inside her to detonate. It felt as though they were on a fault line,
she thought feverishly as the air itself seemed to quiver and contract; the
tingle usually felt when discharging a spell raced through both of them like an
electrical current. As their last
tremors dissipated, Hermione pushed her hair back from her face – they were
both slick with sweat and the entire room was musky with the scent of sex…good sex, she thought sleepily,
burrowing back against Severus. He
worked a cleansing spell on both of them and she fell asleep with the feel of
his heart beating against her spine, waking the next morning to him moving
inside her once more after experiencing a very erotic dream. Up until the birth, she couldn’t seem to get
enough of her husband nor he of her, which worked out quite well for all
parties involved.
They continued to meet with the other members of the Order
at Grimmauld Place
where Molly Weasley nearly drove Severus to drink by constantly dancing
attendance upon them and nearly everyone else were forever coming around by
Hermione and rubbing her belly. Why do they all keep doing that? Severus asked her irritably. Hermione smiled over
at her mate, who calmed down when Ginny came over and shooed Hestia and Emmeline
away - he had been more than ready to hex Sirius if the other man had come
within five paces of his wife. Ginny
talked to them for a while about Hermione’s studies and telling her friend how
things were at Hogwarts – she even managed to sweet talk Severus into helping
her with her Divination homework.
Hermione relaxed contentedly, listening to Severus and Ginny discussing
dream symbolism.
“I wrote down my dreams for the last month…well, what I
remembered anyway, but I have all this blank space and I know Trelawney’s going
to take off points.”
Severus reached for the notepad. “Let me see…oh, how about saying you dreamed
about death and disaster, that always gets them going.”
“What, you mean make up things?”
“If you’d rather have a T….”
“No, no! That sounds like a good idea. Disaster? How about…I couldn’t find matching
socks?”
“That’s got potential – better make it that you were being
strangled by them, that being the reason you couldn’t locate a matching pair.
Wouldn’t hurt to put in that they were snake patterned, we Slytherins get
blamed for everything.”
Hermione grinned.
They sounded just like Ron and Harry in third year, making up outrageous
predictions. She listened again as Severus concocted a series of false dreams
for Ginny’s class including being eaten by a blood-thirsty Chrysanthemum,
getting attacked by cards while playing Exploding Snap, and chased by an
amorous Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Severus
coolly told Ginny that this last was no joke, as it had actually happened to
him once; Ginny fell over backwards laughing when his eyes flicked towards his
wife and then back at her quickly as he tossed the quill over onto the
table. Hermione began to put her hands
on her hips in mock-outrage when she felt a sharp pain and fluid rushing down
her legs. “I think it’s time…could you
call Poppy Pomfrey, Gin?” Her friend
rushed off obediently and Severus held her hand and rubbed her back as a
contraction came, making her groan.
Her labor didn’t start in earnest for another two hours,
during which time Severus got her to the Hospital Wing where Poppy waited. She alternated cursing at and clinging to her
husband, who did his best to support her despite his extreme edginess. Her
labor lasted roughly 9 hours when their twins finally came into the world,
squalling in outrage – she had spells and potions to ease her way but was
exhausted as Madam Pomfrey happily announced that she was the mother of a girl
and a boy. After the two newest members
of the Snape family were cleaned up, still yowling fit to kill, Severus helped
Poppy wrap them in blankets and bring them to where Hermione lay
semi-conscious.
He sat on the bed next to her, one arm encircling their baby
girl and the other around her lovingly – Poppy laid their boy in Hermione’s
arms and handed the new mother a tissue as tears of happiness leaked from her
eyes. “Look at them, Severus – aren’t
they beautiful?” Hermione sobbed, overcome by emotion. He kissed her temple.
“They’re the ugliest things I’ve ever laid eyes upon. Aside from you, of course.” Poppy looked at him with an outraged
expression on her face but Hermione gave a tired giggle, leaning into him.
They christened the twins Contessa and Salazar Snape –
indeed, it was easy to tell who their father was even without the surname…each had an abundance of black silky hair. Dumbledore made an appearance, smiling to see
the small family so happy (the elder Snapes were, at least…the twins weren’t
that thrilled) and he was overjoyed at having staff members with children again.
And, very privately, he thought that having children of his own would help
settle the Potions Master and keep him from trying to keel-haul the other
students. Albus announced that
Hermione’s results from her examinations had been sent to him and he would be
glad to start her as Professor of Muggle Studies any time she felt up to
it. Poppy shooed him out briskly as
Hermione’s eyes began to blink heavily, and the twins settled against their
parents to drop off to sleep. She was
struck by the expression on Professor Snape’s face as he gazed down on his new
children, a mix of wonder, awe, and love. He insisted that his family return
with him to his quarters, and Poppy didn’t have the heart to overrule him so
she helped him convey his wife and children to the dungeon level apartments.
They settled Hermione in the large bed with the sleeping
twins, and Poppy instructed him on what to do when they woke, as well as the
proper care for the new mother. He
thanked her and slipped into bed with Hermione, Contessa and Salazar. His witch smiled at him as he leaned
carefully over to kiss her. Thank you, Nin. I never thought I would have anything like
this in my life…I love you. He
positioned himself carefully so as not to squish the little ones and stared
into his love’s eyes as she fell asleep with the tears still on her
cheeks. He reached out and ran a long
finger over them to brush them away, then dropped his hand to the tiny heads of
the children. His children. He bent and kissed them each softly,
wondering at his good fortune. My daughter. My son. My wife.
My family. Closing his eyes
in utter contentment, Severus Snape slept.
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It was sometimes hard to arrange for a babysitter for the
two children after Hermione took up the Muggle Studies teaching post, so both
she and Severus would often take turns watching them while the other had a
class – on some occasions, the children would be taken to the classroom with
their parents. Hermione’s students
adored the twins, who had grown a great deal over their first year; Severus’
student thought it exceedingly odd for their Potions Master to snarl at them
for missing an ingredient (or another such complaint) and then calmly go behind
his desk to check on his children, who would invariably coo with delight when
they saw their father. His students
would exchange glances at this; what kind of person would actually be happy to
see him?
Ginny Weasley loved the two little ones, and came by often
to see them and bring them toys or little clothes that Molly had knitted for
them. “Where are they, ‘Mione?” she
asked, displaying the two tiny green jumpers emblazoned with initials. “Aren’t they adorable? Mum made them last week, and says that maybe
they can model them at the next Order meeting this weekend.”
Hermione looked up from placing pictures in an album and
smiled at her friend. “Yes, they are cute! And in green…Severus will approve. He’s giving them a bath right now..” Loud squeals split the silence, along with the
sounds of vigorous splashing and laughter.
The two women smiled at each other, and laughed aloud as the twins,
naked and covered with bubbles, toddled as fast as they could inside the
room. Severus appeared around the
corner, his wet hair hanging lank around his face and dripping soapy water on
the rug. He advanced menacingly upon
Contessa and Salazar, who shrieked with glee as he scooped them up and conveyed
them back to the bathroom. There was
more splashing and shrieks, then a half-dressed but clean Salazar zoomed back
into the room having made his getaway while his sister was being dressed. Severus came back in holding his son’s pajama
bottoms while little Tessa clung to him, having wrapped herself firmly around one
of her father’s long legs.
He sat down upon the cushions by the fireplace and Tessa
clambered into his lap – Salazar stubbornly shook his head and refused the
summons to “come get dressed, Sal.” But
jealousy of his sister won out as he saw Contessa snuggling against their
father, and he tottered over and allowed Severus to dress him and then lift him
onto the cushions beside him. Severus
relaxed against the wall with his daughter in his arms and his son leaning
against his leg, and looked over at Hermione and Ginny. “This happens every time I give them a bath,”
he explained to Ginny’s amused look. “For
some reason, they think their father is endlessly amusing, much like their
mother always has.” The women laughed, and
then showed him the tiny sweaters, which he dutifully admired.
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That weekend, Ginny arrived again to baby-sit the twins
since both Severus and Hermione were needed at the Order’s meeting at 12 Grimmauld Place. They dressed in Muggle clothing and
Disapparated – the first person they met was Sirius, which immediately set
Severus’ teeth on edge. No fighting this time, okay? Hermione asked, frowning at both men until
Severus said that he wouldn’t start anything.
Sirius announced that he had asked Rosmerta to marry him and she had
said yes, which made Hermione fling her arms about him in a happy embrace. “Oh, good for you, Sirius! It’s about time you found someone to take
care of you. Any plans for children
soon?”
“No, not yet. Rose
wants to wait until the threat of You Know Who is eliminated, says it wouldn’t
be right bringing little ones into such an uncertain world,” Sirius said with a
sly glance over at Severus, who stared back at him with an unreadable
expression.
The meeting lasted all morning, with directions for various
Order members. Kingsley, Tonks and
Sturgis were to report any unusual activity within the Ministry and Remus was
to keep tabs on the werewolf community – Fenrir Grayback was said to have been
seen near London,
but it was possible that it had just been a large dog. Severus and Hermione were told to report
anything out of the ordinary amongst their students, and especially if his Dark
Mark burned black again – that would alert them of a gathering. Sirius and Rosmerta, now living together in Hogsmeade
above her tavern, were told to keep watch on the students visiting there. As the meeting broke up after Molly Weasley
served everyone an excellent lunch, Rosmerta stopped by to see Hermione and ask
her to look at wedding gowns with her – the younger witch was pleased to have
been asked to help, and was gone after kissing her husband good-bye, asking him
to wait for her.
As the women, accompanied by a curious Tonks, left in search
of the perfect dress, Sirius looked over his shoulder at Severus Snape, who had
pulled a book out of his coat pocket and was beginning to read. Remus stretched out on the sofa for a
nap. “Hey, Snivellus.” Severus didn’t look up from his reading. “Snivelly.”
Still nothing. Sirius was desperate for a fight to liven things up. “Remember
how you said you’d been at my fiancée before I met her? Well, I knew Hermione
before you did. She helped me escape on
Buckbeak when you turned me in.”
Severus sighed and turned the page. This was truly pathetic. Black was now informing him that he had “had
a taste” of Hermione before Severus had gotten with her and that his petite
wife liked it when he “did” her in his Animagus form. He noticed that Lupin’s eyes were open and
watching him curiously, obviously wondering why he didn’t react. The nickname made him angry, but the other
comments were so absurd that it would be a waste of energy to respond to them.
At a chorus of “Snivellus, Snivelly, Snivellus!” he finally looked up, putting
as much disdain in his eyes as he could.
“I can only assume that you are attempting to make me so angry that I
will duel with you, Black. You must
truly have a death wish for if my wand is aimed at you, there will be things
much worse than Levicorpus awaiting
you. But your asinine attempts will not
work, say what you will. Now if you
excuse me, I’d like to return to my reading.”
Severus dropped his eyes back to his book, ignoring Black’s sputters and
subsequent insults.
Sirius, now angered by the other wizard’s insinuation that
he was more powerful, stomped into the library where he picked up an old spell
book and flipped through the pages. His
eyes lit on one that would be perfect – once he used it on old Snivelly, there
would be a fight…he could feel it. He
practiced with his wand on an old shawl and after he was satisfied, he marched
back into the room where Lupin sat up warily when he saw Sirius with his
wand. Snivellus was still ignoring him,
the bastard. He’d fix that…”PRAECIDO!” he bellowed, aiming at the
back of Snivelly’s head and hearing a loud bang.
Severus started at the sound of Black’s voice beginning an
incantation and he tried to twist himself out of the way as he felt the spell
rushing towards him. It struck him and
hurled him out of the chair so that he sprawled on the floor. What had Black done to him? He put out a hand to push off the floor and
then he saw it – locks of black hair spread out on the rug. Severus raised a hand to his head and felt
that he still had hair on his head, but it now ended at the nape of his neck
and above his ears. Anger began to pulse
through his veins and he leapt up to face Black. Remus Lupin had fallen off of the sofa in
shock and was staring at him as if he had three heads. Sirius Black was roaring with laughter and
pointing at him gleefully. “Oh, so
sorry, Snivellus – how long did it take to get your hair long as a girl’s?”
He pulled his wand out and sent a Jinx speeding towards
Black and knocking him off his feet.
Black struggled upright, covered in purple boils which Lupin vanished
with a flick of his own wand. “Outside,
Black. NOW!” He roared, aiming another Curse at the
Animagus, who darted out of the way just in time. They all spilled into the courtyard behind
the house after Lupin Disillusioned the spot so that Muggles couldn’t see a
duel going on underneath their noses. Remus
shot out of the way as the two men began to fight, sending Jinxes and Curses
flying at each other.
Hermione had been oohing over a particularly nice dress when
she felt her husband’s shock and anger at having a spell directed at him when
he was least expecting it. “Rose! They’re going at it again, but this time they
really mean it,” she warned, heading out the door to find a clear, unobserved
spot to Disapparate in. The women headed
back to Grimmauld Place
and as they opened the door, they could feel the strength of the spells rushing
past in the courtyard. “They’re messing
with some serious stuff,” Tonks said in awe as they spilled out the back door
just in time to see Severus knocked to the ground by a Stunning Spell. “Who is that?” she asked as he jumped back to
his feet and sent “Sectumsempra” at Sirius, who just managed to dodge it but
got cut up anyway.
Hermione stared in disbelief. Severus. With short hair. He didn’t look bad, she mused, only different
– a sheaf of midnight black hair kept getting in his eyes, and she decided that
he would look absolutely gorgeous with a matching goatee. She jumped nearly a foot as another Curse
went barreling past her. Linking hands
with Rosmerta, the women ran between the dueling men. “SEVERUS!
SIRIUS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” The two wizards looked very startled to see
their respective witches glaring at them, but remained crouched and ready to
fend off the next Jinx to come their way.
Hermione ran to Severus and made sure he was still in one piece,
scolding him for dueling while she hauled open his shirt to check for any cuts
and bruises on the muscular chest. She
felt him beginning to calm down but as they turned to go back inside, he
silently pointed his wand at Sirius behind her back and flicked it
upwards.
They heard a yell as Sirius was hoisted into the air by an
ankle, and everyone laughed as Hermione confiscated her husband’s wand. After gathering up any remaining hair left on
the floor, they Flooed back to Hogwarts and sent Ginny off, gaping at the sight
of the Potions Master with his new haircut.
The twins were sleeping, so Hermione attempted to undo the Charm that
Sirius had used – strangely enough, it was resistant and neither of them could
get Severus’ hair back to its normal length.
“I guess it will grow back the usual way,” Hermione sighed. “But I think it looks good on you… a goatee
or small beard would look even better, let me..” she traced her wand over her Slytherin’s
jaw, chin and area over his upper lip, making hair spring up. She sat back and surveyed him – he looked
totally different, and totally sexy.
Desire for this new Severus flooded her, and she reached for him at the
same moment he began to lean into her. Merlin, but you look hot – make love to me,
she sent, twining her arms about his neck and responding eagerly to his
kisses.
His new look got him many double-takes throughout the
remainder of the school year, and Hermione suspected that many of the older
girls suffered fantasies about their sexy “new” Potions professor…she new she
did, and waylaid him as often as possible between classes – the Room of
Requirement was one of their favorite haunts, but empty broom closets and
deserted classrooms were acceptable destinations as well. Once she had been so turned on by her wizard
that both of them had forgotten that Ginny was babysitting for them…kissing and
groping each other feverishly, they had collapsed on the sofa in their
apartments when, parting for air, they had glanced over and seen a bright red
Ginny Weasley sitting across the room with Sal and Tessa, who were staring at
their parents curiously.
“I’ll just take them for a walk on the Grounds,” she
stuttered, scooping up the protesting twins and sailing out the door.
The entwined couple lay motionless on the couch, staring at
each other before beginning to laugh. Do you still want…? Severus asked,
smoothing her hair back from her face.
I always want. Hermione grinned at her husband, who went
about rekindling their thwarted desire.
After completion, they lay sated. We
really should move, Hermione told him, though vastly unwilling to follow
her own suggestion. Severus made a noncommittal
noise low in his throat, sighing as she shifted closer to him. They were about to doze off when Severus
jerked upright with a hiss, clutching his left arm and nearly spilling Hermione
naked onto the floor.
“I need to tell Dumbledore…Death Eaters are meeting
Voldemort.” He pulled on his trousers
hurriedly and threw his frock coat on, buttoning it up without bothering to put
a shirt on underneath, and jammed his boots on as he threw a handful of Floo
powder into the fireplace. The flames
turned a vivid green and he disappeared within them, calling out his
destination. Hermione lay where she was,
staring as the fireplace returned to providing heat. She began to shiver, knowing that Albus would
ask Severus to spy on the meeting, and her beloved might never come back if
caught at it. Suddenly freezing, she
hauled her clothes back on and went in search of Ginny and the twins – she wanted
to make sure her children were safe, even if their father wasn’t.
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A/N: Boy, I bet
Severus looks just like Alan now…yum.
Sorry about lack of lemons in this chapter, next chapter will definitely
be the last one so I’ll put a
glass of lemonade in there, sort of
a “kiss before dying” thing. Later!
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