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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22043 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Hermione returned from the bathroom and slipped back between the sheets. He grabbed her hip and pulled her close to his naked body. He enjoyed the warmth of her bare skin against his and relished in the feeling of her in his arms.

Hermione was curled up comfortably in the crook of his arm. The cool evening air filled their room as their bodies and hearts recovered from their lovemaking. Hermione stared up at him with big, tired eyes. Several moments later he rolled onto his hip to face her.

“I need you to lay on your back, Hermione.”

She grumbled into the fold of his neck.

“Hermione,” he repeated again, “roll onto your back.”

“I don’t want to do it,” she said. Severus propped himself up on his elbow to look at her, surprised by her protest.

“Can you explain to me what you mean?” His eyes bore in hers as he tried to control his confusion and frustration. He loved Hermione dearly, but didn’t appreciate her flipping the script on him.

She looked up at him nervously but didn’t reply. Taking a deep breath, Severus traced his fingertips across her shoulder. “Hermione, you know just as well as I do that the charm in the only protection we have. You are young and, I’m sure, very fertile....”

Hermione laced her fingers with his and looked up at him with large doe eyes. “I didn’t know you had wanted a child before tonight,” she said.

“That was a long time ago. I don’t know if I still want it. I have an entire school to run...”

“I don’t think one just stops wanting that,” Hermione interrupted with a hint of sadness in her voice. Severus sighed deeply before taking her back into the fold of his arms. His mind raced as he held her. What would be the consequence of foregoing the contraceptive charm? The stupid question nearly made him laugh. He knew precisely what the consequence would be.

He hadn’t thought about bringing a child into his life in years. Now, the renewed thought made him feel an odd mix of emotions. He felt damn near giddy at the thought of Hermione carrying their baby. Giddy, that is until his thoughts settled one the amount of time and work a baby would require that he simply did not have. Severus took a deep breath.

“Can we discuss this further before making any decisions? I don’t feel comfortable changing our lives so dramatically on a whim,” he said calmly.

Hermione felt slightly disappointed, but understood. It wasn’t like her to try and make such a huge decision without more careful consideration. She nodded and rolled to her back. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry. As far as I’m concerned you just gave me one of the most interesting prospects to think about that I’ve had in a long time.” Severus ran his hand lovingly over her abdomen before reaching for his wand and beginning the short incantation.

SSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHG

When morning light flooded the small house, Hermione was snoring peacefully on her pillow. Severus, however, had experienced trouble sleeping most of the night. He went down to the kitchen around 5:30 to make some tea and sat sipping it beside her in bed. A warning charm was placed on her cup for when she woke.

Severus scratched notes into the pages of a blank book. As much as he tried not to think of it tonight, he couldn’t get Hermione’s proposition out of his head. Would it be so wrong to stop using the charm and see what happened?

He had spent the better part of two decades disliking other people’s children. Even as Headmaster he found it difficult to tolerate most of the childish nonsense brought to his desk. Plus, he had so much work to do. Frankly, so did Hermione. There wasn’t any time for a child. They would need to raise their family at Hogwarts and, do what then, convert their offices in nurseries? He underscored the word time and tossed down his quill.

He watched her breathing beside him as he took another sip of his tea. Her hair fell around her face in loose ringlets that had been thoroughly mussed during their lovemaking. He loved the way her body glowed with a delicate flush after her orgasm. He loved the way her hair became more and more wild.

He put the mug down and picked up his quill again. Thinking momentarily, he began scratching again. He had wanted love for so long, and now he had it. He was a much better man for it, that was true. Whether he liked it or not, everyone knew that Hermione had help him claw his way back from the shell of a man he had become.

And he wanted to see her pregnant. Pregnant with his child. Of that he was damn sure. As much as he tried to push the thought away, whenever he looked at her now he could imagine the swell of her belly concealed beneath her teaching robes until they felt ready to tell staff. It had been a long time since he dreamed of raising a family of his own and giving them everything he had never had as a child. Now that the dream had been reignited he couldn’t seem to snuff it out.

He closed the notebook and placed it on the bedside table. He slid down in bed and pulled the covers down to Hermione’s waist. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took before he rubbed her stomach gently. The contact was soft and unlikely to wake her.

Severus trailed his fingers over the planes of her skin. Rather than pushing the dream away, he figured he could never make a decision without indulging the thought. He closed his eyes and imagined the swell of her body, imagined his hand being kicked by tiny baby feet, imagined her strength when she gave birth, and settled his imagination on the sight of their child suckling at her breast. Subconsciously, he found his hand has migrated to her chest and was tugging on her nipple ever so gently.

In that moment he realized he had zero control over these emotions. Yes, he had constructed a lengthy con list in his notebook, but it didn’t seem to matter. With a begrudging mix of excitement and dread, he realized that he knew precisely what he wanted.

Later that morning, while the two were preparing a light brunch, Severus watched Hermione as she moved about the kitchen, slicing fruit and cleaning as she went.

“We need to get back by noon,” she said with a quick glance over her shoulder. “I have work to do for the week and I’m sure you do too. Severus? Are you alright?”

Her voice shook him out of the hazy resolve he had been slipping into all morning. She had already seen the glazed over look in his eye, however. She looked over her shoulder at him quizzically.

“I want it,” he said.

“What?” She glanced back at him again. “It’ll be ready in a moment. I’m almost done chopping the...”

“I’m not talking about the fruit, Hermione.”

She stopped slicing and dried her hands on a tea towel. Hermione turned around to face him and leaned against the counter, confusion written all over her face. “I want it as in you want to be back at Hogwarts by noon too?” Her voice was a question as she asked. “Severus I don’t understand what has gotten into you. You seem distant. Are you sure everything is alright?”

Severus stood from his kitchen stool and walked over to her. Hermione was taken aback as he pressed the length of his body against hers and raked his hands into her hair. Hermione suddenly felt heady from the contact. She felt her breathing catch as she felt his weight putting pressure against the sensitive space between her legs. Severus worked his hands into her hair and Hermione’s eyes fell closed. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” he said calmly.

“I can tell. You seem tired,” Hermione replied.

“Yes, but that’s not it.” He let his hands slide down her body and arms, holding her hands and lacing her fingers with his. “You have awaken things within me that I thought had long since died. You have made me love my life and now all the dreams I had and let die can come back. Hermione, my love, I didn’t sleep last night because all I could think about was you carrying my baby and now I can’t get it out of my head. And frankly I don’t want to get it out of my head.”

He took a cleansing, steadying breath to stabilize himself from the emotional exertion it took for him to say that out loud. It took Hermione a moment to register all that he had said. She thought to reply, but instead she smiled simply. Standing on her toes, she captured his lips in a deep and passionate kiss.

Severus’ arm snaked around her body to support the small of her back. As their passion intensified, she found herself squirming for purchase against him. Severus slid his hands below her arse and lifted her from her spot to place her on the countertop. As they readjusted their position and he moved between her open legs, Hermione moaned with pleasure while he reignited the kiss.

Within moments she felt her shirt being pulled over her head. Once her breasts were exposed he began kissing every exposed inch on skin before him. She moaned as he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth. When he released the sensitive bud, his voice spoke in a needy tone. “I need you. I need all of this.”

Her head fell back in ecstasy at his words. “Inside me,” she breathed. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Severus growled and swiftly removed her pants. He freed his cock from the confines of his fly and let his trousers hang off his hips. Hermione placed one foot on the kitchen counter and he slid into her.

Her head instantly fell back against the cabinet. He didn’t give her much time to acclimate to his entrance. Truthfully, Severus knew he was loosing all of his self control. Ever since the prospect of truly building a family with her entered his mind he couldn’t seem to come off of the cloud he was on. An animalistic drive, the urge to devour her, was too strong to resist. He nearly removed himself completely before he slammed back into her moistening center again and again and again. He felt dizzy. He felt overwhelmed. She was digging her nails into his crisp oxford shirt and he barely realized at first.

“Severussssssssss,” she screamed with abandon, causing his eyes to snap open and fall on her. His sudden alertness allowed him to take in the sight as if he were an observer in his own life and he couldn’t believe this beautiful, intelligent, strong as hell woman was screaming for him.

It was all too much to take. He grabbed her hips firmly and whipped into her as they road out her orgasm together. He felt the walls of her pussy shutter and tighten around him and within moments of her wet release he was flooding her body with his own.

He let his forehead fall against hers as their breathing and heartbeats regulated. Once he had steadied, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. His softening member slid from her body and he made to stand before her.

“No charm?” Her voice was a throaty whisper, the question sounded like a plea.

Severus adjusted his trousers and fastened them on his hips. “No. No charm.”
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