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"Unanswered Prayers"	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26252 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, nor the characters from it. I don't make squat from the writing of this story. I do lose sleep, tho'...

Chapter List
- 1-"Unanswered Prayers"
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- 13-11a
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- 15-11c
- 16-11d
- 17-11e
- 18-11f
- 19-11g
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Severus awoke to the quiet susurration of Hermione’s breathing. Never a heavy sleeper, he chose to leave her in peace until she awoke on her own. Doing so required separation; the sight of her nude body with no further restrictions on his access to it had him growing stiff. Carefully extricating himself from her encircling arm, he made sure to tuck her in before heading to the living area, grabbing sleeping pants on his way out and closing the bedroom door behind him.
In the glow of fall’s late afternoon sunlight and the embers of the fire she'd insisted he start before they stumbled their way into their bedroom — truly their bedroom, this time — Severus’ suspicious mind turned itself back to the odd sensations experienced when he’d handled Dumbledore’s note earlier. Pouring another glass of that marvelous vintage (Dumbledore might be meddlesome and mawkish but he knew a great wine when he found one), the groom removed the note from its place next to the bottle on the mantle and reclined on the couch to reread it and ponder what hidden enchantments the old irritant set in motion.
Sure enough, as Severus sipped his wine the parchment began to glow. The words he’d read to Hermione not three hours ago faded out and new words replaced them inked in a royal green - Slytherin’s color.
“Severus,
Hopefully my charm bypassed the notice of Ms. Granger — or should I say Mrs. Snape, for so she is. This message should only be readable while held by you and in her absence. I will admit I am unsure how the deepening of your bond will affect this enchantment; it is quite possible that the spell will be unable to differentiate between you two with time. I’ve been told this is a feature of the best marriages.
I’ve chosen to declare my wedding presents in this manner, knowing you to be an exceedingly private man. Never have I enjoyed choosing gifts as much as I have when selecting these. You should know that I would have given you anything you asked for after your 17-year assignment as a double agent for the Order. The wizarding world would not have survived Voldemort’s reign. Yet, for your safety and that of your family, I could not recognize your considerable contributions publicly — that and my concern you would apparate if given any kind of public acknowledgment.
First and foremost, accept my gratitude, my appreciation and my respect for your work. You sacrificed your youth and your happiness to prevent a holocaust. It shall not be forgotten in spite of your propensity for privacy.
I have transferred the deed to this property to you. This sanctuary restored me after my duel with Grindewald and the loss of my dear sister Ariana to my avarice and arrogance. Hermione will require similar restoration for many years to come; the cottage has been good for her. In the event that you have no children — unlikely given the nature of the amontillado — Harry and his children will inherit. The deed registers this cottage as ‘Lily Evans’ Cottage to honor you and your great love for her. By the way — if you haven’t already noted, the year-round inhabitants of Flatley are all magical beings. You need not hide yourselves when you visit.
Neither should you worry concerning your safety. I, myself, executed the protections and defenses around the cottage and the village. The portrait of Godric Gryffidor holds the secrets if you ever need them, as does Minerva. Her knowledge can only be retrieved if Godric's portraits should all be destroyed. However, in deference to your well-earned paranoia, this note holds those secrets. Use our shared password while holding this parchment to reveal the information.
I borrowed your everlasting elixir potion to add to the amontillado. I’m sure you noted my revelation about satisfying the desires of the partaker. The vintage will refill itself while your lineage lasts, so have a care where you store the bottle; Granger-Snape children will, I predict, be inquisitive and resourceful magic wielders.
Finally, because I hold a deep attachment to Hogwarts and it’s continued success, I’ve placed a fertility charm on the cottage. You’ll need to use the contraceptive charm three successive times to overcome it. As I write this now it occurs to me that you might have benefitted from knowing this before leaving the reception. Oh well, old age has its privileges.
I look forward to your return to the school. I am sure we’ll have much to discuss — particularly now that you understand why no wizard in history has successfully produced a bond dissolution spell or potion. After all — if the bond was possible in the first place, why break it?

With warmest regards,

Albus Dumbledore”
“That Machiavellian, deceitful, self-serving IDIOT!” Severus shouted.
Dropping the note haphazardly on the floor, Severus dashed into their bedroom to find Hermione waking, satisfied and rested. Green ink bled back into black as the letters describing Dumbledore’s real gifts disappeared under enchantment.
“Severus?” she greeted him, arching her back in a lazy stretch, “How long have you been up?”
“Long enough to miss you.”
Covertly taking hold of his wand, he approached their bed and seated himself beside her. Hermione’s beauty and allure brought his lips to hers without volition and restarted a stirring much lower on his body. Seeking support as she rose, her hand inadvertently grazed his stiffness as she propped herself up.
“Mmmm… Feel free to wake me up like this every morning.”
“Hermione, let me check you, please.”
“Why???”
“To make sure I haven’t hurt you in any way. It’s only been six months.”
Kissing and smiling simultaneously proved challenging but Hermione managed.
“I’m fine. Just a twinge.”
The kiss ended abruptly when he withdrew, a sober expression on his face.
“When?”
“Right as you walked in. I need to pee.”
Severus arrested her move to swing her legs past him and stand.
“Please — it will only take a moment. Lie down.”
She frowned as she smiled, perplexed at this sudden seriousness, and relented.
Mental Note: Husbands can be very over-protective… The caring ones…
Certain of the outcome — thanks to Dumbledore and his family-planning charm — her new husband ran the wand inches above his bride’s midsection. The answer floated above her like a high-definition lighted advertisement in Diagon Alley.
“Severus — is that what I think it is?”
“Yes…”
“You cast the spell! So did I!”
He’d drilled her to never trust a man with her fertility again, not even him. Both visibly cast the contraceptive charm — out loud — in front of the other before the wedding.
“Yes…”
“How did this happen!?”
Then she saw it as he stared at the evidence above her womb — a rare grin pushed the corners of his mouth apart. The unusual expression traveled upward, raising his cheeks and coloring his normally sallow complexion. From there it took up residence in his dark eyes and declared its presence. Severus’ expression shone with delight and wonder never seen by Hermione before.
“Are you willing? If not, I can remove —”
“SEVERUS SNAPE! Don’t you EVER suggest that AGAIN! That’s our BABY!”
The shock of her words stung his cheeks an embarrassed red. In fits and starts he tried, unsuccessfully, to explain his meaning.
“Hermione, you’ve just been through… Ron violated you… I-I-I don’t wish to force you —”
“If neither of England’s more competent and knowledgable wizards can manage to cast a simple contraception charm correctly then this child is meant to exist.”
“Truer words were never spoken, love.” Severus admitted as he embraced her; he left off explaining why this outcome had been guaranteed.
“You’ve never smiled like that before, Mr. Snape.”
Her mouth left heat on his neck.
“I’ve never had reason to, Mrs. Snape.”
“Harry and Ginny will tease us mercilessly.”
She nibbled his earlobe as her hand ruffled the hair on his chest.
“Let them.”
Insecurity shaped Hermione’s question as she leaned away to face him.
“You’re okay with this, Severus? It’s rather a lot to handle for a man used to being alone. A new wife and a new baby together…”
“It has taken too many years. I assure you, I am quite ready.”
After a brief kiss, Hermione scrambled out of the bed and headed for the loo.
“If we’re this fertile, I’m glad we waited until after the wedding.” and she disappeared behind the bathroom door.
“You have no idea, Gryffindor…” he sighed in resignation to his fate with a satisfied grin.
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