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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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As the days ticked by one by one, Hermione grew more and more restless. She had never been so sedentary in her life. By the 14th day in the hospital wing, not even the life of some of Severus' more rare texts from his personal library could hold her concentration and keep her in bed.
Severus had refused to leave her side. Minerva had threatened his job more than once to get him to teach his classes, but had only managed to infuriate him. Once he had cited the clause in his contract stating his right to sabbatical, there was nothing more she could do, but call in Professor Slughorn to substitute. Severus had spent days reading her sonnets and plays. He would read to her from potions magazines, the latest research in charms, or even going so far as to read some of Lorelei's books when she was brought to visit. He would lift her to her mother's arms, tucking them both in and getting them comfortable, before putting on his most serious 'professor face' as his wife liked to call it, then he would pull out one of his daughter's favorite stories. Today's selection: The True Story of the Three Little Pigs. She seemed to find it hilarious the way he read it. To be fair, his wife would laugh too.
Lorelei lay snuggled into her mother's side, one chubby arm and tiny hand resting gently on her mother's stomach and carefully petting her little brother, with the thumb of her other hand firmly planted in her mouth. Hermione would cover her daughter's hand with her right and play with her baby soft curls with her left as she listened to her husband's silky voice. As Severus switched to the next story, he noticed the tiny witch's eyes begin to droop, it was just about her nap time anyway, before she leaned over and placed a soft but still open mouthed kiss to Hermione's belly.
"Love you, bwuddew." She said, releasing a yawn and snuggling back into her mother's side to sleep, blissfully unaware of the happy contented tears falling from Hermione's eyes. With moments like this, she would stay in bed happily for as long as she needed to.

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It was on a drizzly morning in early May, at exactly 2 in the morning, that Hermione's water broke. She had just gotten the strength and motivation together to get out of bed and head for the loo, when her feet had been drenched by a warm somewhat thick fluid. She froze in place, before letting out a shocked huff laughter.
"Umm... Severus...?" She said out loud to the empty hospital wing. He grumbled in his sleep from the small transfigured cot.
"Severus!" She shouted slightly, causing him to bolt straight up from the bed.
"Why the Gods was Potter trying to kiss me!" He shouted. He shook the dream from his head as Hermione's low giggle graced his ears, and turned to look at her. "What are you doing out of bed? You know you aren't supposed to be up." He said as he pulled back the blankets and began crossing to her.
"Severus, wait-" she tried to warn.
He got about a foot away, before promptly stepping into her amniotic fluid and falling flat on his back, knocking the wind from his lungs. He stared at the blank ceiling as his breath slowly came back to him and Hermione laughed again.
"I tried to tell you. Sweetheart, my water broke." She said as she stood over him.
"Oh Gods. I'm laying in a pool of your waters. Merlin!" He barked, as he scrambled to his feet, only to be met with his wife's chuckles once again.
"Could you be a dear and fetch Madame Pomphrey please." She said through her mirth.
"Right! Poppy!" He yelled, as he tried to lead his wife back to the bed, before leaving for the medi witch's rooms.

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"Everything looks good, dear. You've got some time still, but being your second, I do believe we will be meeting young mister Snape in the next number of hours. If I was a betting woman, I would say before lunch." Poppy said as she waved her wand over each hand, re-sanitizing them. "For now, just try to relax and rest as much as possible. I'll set things up and let Minerva know. Severus, if her contractions get closer than 5 minutes apart, send a patronus." She said, before departing.
"How are you feeling, love? Do you need anything?" Severus said, as he leaned over his wife, brushing her hair back from her forehead.
"I have a list of demands, actually." She stated, to which he raised his eyebrow.
"First off, kiss me please." She said with a half smile. He willingly complied.
"And next?" He asked, sardonically.
"Could you braid my hair please? I'm sorry to ask, but my arms will get tired as soon as I start it myself, and it will just be in the way." She said sheepishly. With the deft flick of his wand, her request was administered and her hair lay neatly plaited, the tail falling over one shoulder.
"Anything else?" He asked his a smile.
"Yes. Hold my hand!" She said with urgency, as a contraction shot through her abdomen and lover back. She simply gritted her teeth and squeezed his hand, breathing slowly as it passed. Her husband, on the other hand, panted heavily, ground his molars together, cried out at the crest, and let a single tear escape from the corner of his eye.
"What? Severus, are you alright? I didn't squeeze that hard did I?" She asked nervously.
"It would appear that our soul bond allows me to feel when you are in pain." He said slowing his breath.
"And that was your reaction to a small contraction?! Oh this ought to be fun." She said with a menacing laugh.
"That was a small contraction?!" He shouted incredulously.
"Yes. It'll get considerably worse before this is all over. You'll be one of the few men in the world who truly knows what being in labor feels like." She told him. The satisfied smirk on her face was not at all comforting to the man who was once again beginning to pant as another contraction began.
"This is worse than the cruciotus. At least you know when it's being cast. This just comes on with no warning. Oh Gods, it's only going to get worse!" He nearly bawled. Oh this would be so much fun.

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"Are you certain, Poppy? It's still so early!" Minerva said, as she wrapped her dressing gown around her waist.
"Everything appears to be coming along fine. He will be a very strong little wizard. I have no doubt all will be well." The medi witch said with confidence. They began making their way towards the couple's private room in the infirmary, hearing slightly distressing noises. Minerva ripped opened the door, wand drawn, and stopped abruptly, looking on the entirely unheard of scene before her. There, in a chair next to the bed, Severus Snape was writhing in pain, the grinding of his teeth audible, tears coming from his eyes. And in the bed next to him, his wife lay, laughing on slightly stuttered breath at his discomfort which appeared to be extreme. Once the contraction passed, she appeared the picture of calm.
"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" She bellowed.
"Severus feels everything I feel. The soul bond." She said between peels of laughter. "He doesn't seem to be handling it well."
Poppy, who had never seen this man cry out in his pain before, immediately checked the pair over. Surely her labor must be worse than expected.
"I see no reason you should be experiencing so much pain. Are you feeling well, Hermione?" She asked, waving her wand over the laboring witch.
"I'm fine. Right where I should be. I just don't think he was expecting this and has no idea what to do to get through it." She said, calming her laughter. She lifted his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles as she began speaking in soft soothing tones.
"I'm sorry, love. We'll get through this together, alright? After the next one, get up behind me in the bed. I'll help you breath through it." She said as she gently cupped his cheek in her other hand.
"No more laughing at me?" He questioned, his most intimidating face on, and having no effect.
"I swear it." She agreed with a smile.

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"Alright, let's get ready to push. Next contraction, hold your breath and bear down. You know what to do." Madam Pomphrey said, taking up position as the foot of the bed. Hermione nodded and grabbed hold of her husband's hand.
"Not long now, love. You can do this." She said over her shoulder. "Now, put your arms under my thighs and help me hold my legs apart. It'll make it easier to push." She suggested.
"Either I create a potion that blocks all pain of childbirth, or we never have sex again." He grumbled, placing his hands where his wife instructed as sweat poured off him.
"Alright. Deep breath... And push!"
"Oh, bugger me with a fish pole! Fuck!" Snape cussed loudly, his curse echoing off the walls of the mostly empty room.
"Sev, you know I love you, and I understand how hard this is for you, but you absolutely can not say things like that. They make me want to laugh so bloody hard and I need to hold my breath. So please, do try to keep it all in." Hermione said panting between contractions, trying to save as much energy as possible.
"I'll try, love. No promises." He said, sucking in a deep breath, as another contraction began to creep up.
He managed to make it through 3 contractions, but as the baby's head began to crown, his restraint fled.
"Oh bloody cuntybollocks! ARSEBADGER! SPUNKTRUMPET! FUCK!" He seemed to lose all control, but Hermione was focused and rested momentarily, seemingly oblivious to the vitriol coming from her husband's mouth.
"Gods, I'm a bloody wazzock. No sex. Never again. Don't care how bloody fantastic it is." He groused.
Madame Pomphrey could have cast a silencing charm at any time, but decided not to, if not for the black mail opportunity, then for the entertainment value alone. It was a very worth while choice for the few in the room.
"Never heard some of those. I'll have to remember them for later." Harry whispered to his wife as she chuckled, dabbing Hermione's forehead with a cold wet flannel.
"Right. One more push, and I think we'll have it. Push, Hermione!" Poppy coached. Having run out of energy and creative words, Severus merely opted to let loose a gut deep roar, as his child was expelled from his wife's body, screaming immediately, as he was cleaned and swaddled.
"He's perfect, you two. 8 pounds, 9 ounces and 22 inches long. Have a few minutes with him before we finish up here." Poppy said softly, handing the small bundle to mother and father.
"Wow. We made that? Thank the Gods he has your nose." Severus whispered off hand.
"Yes and your hair." Hermione said with a smile, trailing her pointer finger over his smooth, pink cheek. "What shall we call him?" She asked dazedly.
"I suppose 'pain in the arse' would be inappropriate." Snape carped.
"Yes, Severus. It would be. Now be serious. What should we name him?"
"How about Silas? I've always liked it. I have a grandfather Silas somewhere in my family tree." He spoke softly into his wife's ear, somehow already forgetting the pain of the entire experience.
"I like that. Silas Enoch Snape." She murmured.
"Welcome to the world Silas." Severus said reverently to his son. For the first time in his life, other than his wedding, Severus Snape cried happy tears.

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Shortly after lunch, Minerva had brought Lorelei to the hospital wing.
"Mummy? Daddy?" She asked
"Yes, little dove. They're here. They have someone to show you." Minerva said to the child.
"My bwoddew?" She asked, her tiny voice awed.
"Yes. Let's go see him." She said quietly, as they entered the private room.
"Hello, love. Lorelei, I have someone for you to meet." Severus said, as he carefully kneeled down in front of his daughter. "Lorelei, this is your brother, Silas. Can you say hello?"
Lorelei carefully leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek before whispering, "Hewwo bwuddew. I love you."
Hermione sniffled softly, brushing the tears from her eyes at the display before her.
Severus sat next to his wife on the bed as Minerva and Lorelei got introduced to the newest addition at Hogwarts. he leaned over, kissing her neck before whispering in her ear.
"You are an absolute Goddess, Hermione. Thank you for him."
"You're welcome. Are you still so sure that we can't have any more, love?" Hermione asked her husband.
"Perhaps I was a bit... Hasty." He conceded. "No more for a while, still." He said kissing her hand.
"That's fine. I've got all I need right here." She sighed, laying back against the pillows, as she watched her family get acquainted.

A/N
Well, guys, nothing left but the epilogue. Anything you want to see there, speak now or forever hold your peace. Still riding the struggle bus to come up with another plot bunny to breed out... ideas?
Book_Lover_89 Thank you. Glad to be forgiven. Hope you enjoyed this chappie.

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