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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Thirty-One
My Dearest Hermione,
Hello, darling! I have been thinking about you constantly for weeks and weeks. Severus has been maintaining good communication with Arthur and me and we were ever so pleased to hear you are doing better.
I have also heard the absolutely lovely news that you are expecting a little darling early this coming Fall. I wanted to extend an offer of communication with you – if you have any questions or concerns regarding your pregnancy, please write. I do have quite a bit of experience even if it’s been seventeen years since the last one. Bill and Fleur are expecting a daughter in May, as well. I’m sure she would welcome correspondence from you as you go through pregnancy together. You know I’ve been itching for grandchildren for years, now, and I do so hope you’ll think of me as an honorary Grandmother for your little princess. It will be wonderful for these two babes to grow together as cousins. Even though they’ll not related by blood, you are like a daughter and sister to all of us. Family is family, regardless of genetics.
Now to broach a delicate subject. I know you and Severus have discussed marriage this summer, but I thought that perhaps the impending arrival of your wee one might inspire you both to wed at a sooner time. Perhaps over the Easter holidays? Just say the word, darling, and I will pop over to Hogsmeade this weekend and we can talk about what you would like. I will put everything together and we’ll have you and Severus married before you can say boo.
I look forward to your return owl.

Love,
Molly (and Arthur)
Hermione read the letter twice, trying to stem the tears pooling in her eyes from making an escape, she knew she had a watery smile on her face. She sat at the breakfast table with her friends, eating a full breakfast as she had every morning for the last week. Her brain worked quickly. This weekend (the twentieth and twenty-first of March) was the last weekend before break. If she kept their ceremony on the traditional Saturday they could wed the twenty-seventh, the third, or the tenth. Being she’d be traveling after classes on the twenty-sixth, the twenty-seventh was unappealing – and really, really soon. Only about ten days away. The third was the day before Easter…also not ideal for people who wanted to spend time with their families. That left April tenth. April tenth as her wedding date and anniversary for the rest of her life. She felt a slow, soft smile slip across her face. It felt right. April tenth. She glanced up and met Severus’s eyes across the Great Hall, he was watching her with his head cocked and an eyebrow raised. She mouthed “Talk later,” across the great room and he gave a nod before turning back to the Daily Prophet.
“Bloody hell,” Severus heaved a sigh as he closed his office door behind him.
“Hey, love!” Hermione’s voice came from her room where she was working at her desk. “Don’t forget, six o’clock with Dr. Jenkin’s.”
“How could I forget,” he muttered to himself as he flopped uncharacteristically into his leather desk chair. She’d been most anxious to get to her next session. Dr. Jenkins said she had literally spouted an ocean full at her last session. This session he was insistent Severus join them – he was not bloody well looking forward to it at all.
“Hey, you alright?” He looked up to find Hermione in the doorway to her room, shoulder propped against the jamb, arms folded across her chest.
“It’s been…a…trying day,” he said slowly, summoning his bottle of firewhiskey and a tumbler wandlessly. “I’m exhausted.”
“Mm,” she responded sympathetically. “Wanna talk about it?” She crossed the room slowly until she was standing behind him. Tentatively, she dropped her hands onto his shoulder and dug her thumbs in. His muscles were like rocks.
“Not particularly.” He let out a long, low moan of pleasure as her clever fingers worked his over-tense neck and shoulders, his head falling to his chest to allow for better access. The moan did something to Hermione that been absent for weeks – made her want him. She bit her lip and swallowed, her fingers freezing for a moment before she deliberately dug back into his deltoids. Another low grunt left his throat and she gave a little hum in the back of her own. I’m not ready yet, I know I’m not. Dr. Jenkins and I discussed this in length last week.
Yes, but he said that it was okay you weren’t ready then – that you would know when you were ready and to trust your instincts.
But what if my instincts are wrong and I panic halfway through? He has to be dying, he’s been so patient with me. Starting and making him stop would be horribly cruel.
“I hear that brain of yours, Hermione.” A soft chuckle came followed by another low groan as she found and worked on a deep knot.
What if I just pleasure him? It would be a…start? She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and used her fingers to gather his hair up and off his neck.
“What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” he growled incredulously. “I will not walk about sporting a man-bun.”
She sputtered a laugh before answering him softly. “I’m just getting it out of the way for a minute, don’t fret. I won’t make you leave this office with your hair up. I promise.” Fastening the tie, she moved her hands back to his shoulders and continued to massage deeply. She loved how he was turning into a pliable block of clay under her hands, the tension seeping out of him. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and ghosted a kiss over the back on his neck, letting her tongue trailed out to dampen the skin. She felt his surprise even as she relished his taste – musk and man…her man. Her hands slid around his shoulders to cross over his chest as she dropped her head and let her teeth graze the sensitive skin behind his ear, catching the lobe and pulling gently as warm breath blew from her nose and made him shiver.
He stayed quite still as she paid loving homage down the strong tendons on his neck to suckle at the pulse point, she saw his fists tighten in his lap, knuckles going white under the pointed cuffs of his frock coat. She smoothed her hands down his chest as she nuzzled her nose against his jaw, pressing more kisses to the sensitive underside, his stubble was rough against her sensitive lips. She started to circle him, one hand staying on his chest as the other trailed over the back of his shoulders, another shock of pleasure shot threw him and he trembled. She met his eyes. They were guarded, but his pupils were blown wide with desire; it made her breath catch. She slipped her hands up his neck to thread into the hair that was pulled taut at the nape of his neck and slowly met his lips with hers in a chaste, sweet kiss. One of Severus’s hands shot up and laced around her delicate wrist as he opened his mouth to her and breathed in her taste and scent, giving her control of the kiss with a groan of heated desire.
“Hermione…” He breathed as she slipped onto his lap. She could feel he was already rock hard through their layers of clothing.
“Shh.” She hushed, giving him another deep kiss. “I want to take care of you.”
He grunted, his continued shock evident.
“Will you let me?”
He pulled back and studied her face carefully for a moment, then let out a nod. “Take it at your own pace,” he murmured. She slipped off his lap and kneeled at his feet. The sight almost made him come in his pants. It had been so incredibly long, he knew he would be down and out for the count minutes after she started. She raised shaking fingers to his belt and he watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she slid the leather through the buckle before undoing the buttoned fly. At her prodding, he raised his hips so she could slide his pants and knickers down his back side.
His cock sprang free ferociously. Red and angry looking, pliant velvet over a rod of oak. She looked at it for a long minute and he started to feel nervous she was going to panic, but then she met his eyes and he was floored to see the lust in them. She leaned forward slowly and raised a finger to swirl the pearlescent drop of precum around the frenulum. He gritted his teeth, his hands grasping the armrests of his chair so hard he thought he might splinter the wood. Then she raised her eyes to his again and touched the finger covered in his seed to her lips, her tongue darted out to taste and her eyes closed in apparent pleasure.
The breath left him in a whoosh as she growled, sitting up on her knees she wasted no time taking him deeply into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat unexpectedly and his head fell back in pure bliss, his hips thrusting of their own accord. She did not gag, only tried to take him more deeply, her tongue swirling insistently. She was a solid three-quarters of the way down his length, he wasn’t sure she’d ever put that much down her throat before and he could not help the visceral snarl that erupted out of him. He wanted to lace his fingers into her wild curls and fuck her mouth. It took every ounce of will power not to, and his fear of busting the armrests on the chair returned. She pulled him out of her throat and grasped the base of his dick. Shocking him, she spit forcefully and pumped his length, a mewl of delight leaving her body.
“Fuck, love!” His head rolled on the back of the chair fitfully as her tongue danced and swirled around the mushroom shaped tip of his prick while her petite hand pumped and squeezed insistently. His bollocks rose high and tight as she reclaimed him with her mouth and applied delicious suction while continuing to pepper her tongue in light, creative circles and swirls.
“I’m going to come, Hermione.” He warned her through gritted teeth. Her hand fell away and she pushed him deeper into her tropical maw, the suction of her lips strengthening, her insistent tongue still pulsing against his meat. His hips jerked at the first spurt of hot, creamy liquid made its escape. She hummed her approval maddingly, swallowing around his manhood. She continued to suck and swallow as his body convulsed with pleasure. She consistently plied his erection with lascivious attention to the point where he had to grasp her by her elbows and drag her away so his body could calm.
He pulled her roughly into his lap, taking her mouth hotly with his. He ignored the bitter taste of his own release as he shoved his hands up under her shirt, gliding his fingers across the silky-smooth expanse of lower back. “What can I do for you?” he begged her, catching her bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. He grazed her tongue with his teeth as she moaned, the sound reverberating through his brain.
“I don’t know,” she whispered when he left her mouth to blaze a trail of scorching fire across her jaw and down her neck. She arched into him, whimpering, presenting her beautiful breasts. He cupped one over the fabric of her top and bra and felt a nipple stiffing beneath the insistent swipe of his thumb. She gasped and her hips rocked before her body started trembling violently. He noticed immediately and froze, tilting his head up to look at her, heated desire mixed with fear filled her eyes. Her hands were clenched on his shoulders and her breaths were coming in quick succession. “I – I don’t think I’m quite ready for anything yet, Severus,” she whispered thickly. “I’m so sorry.”
Sadness filled him, not for him, but for her. She had given him so much pleasure, he just wanted to return the favor – the affection. “That’s okay, love,” he murmured, pulling her to him in a tight embrace. He ran one hand over her forehead to smooth away unruly tendrils of curls before pressing a kiss there and tucking her head into his neck. “You were brilliant at helping me relax,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension. It seemed to help as he felt her shoulders shake with a silent laugh and she pressed a sweet buss to his neck.
“The neck massage or the prick massage?” She snorted a laugh against him.

After the initial shock of the vulgar words coming from that sweet mouth he ground out a bark of laughter. “Both.”
She pulled back, her eyes shining with pride. “I know it wasn’t exactly what you may have had in mind, but I’m so happy to be getting back on track. I miss you so much,” she whispered. His expression became serious and he reached to brush a gentle touch over her cheek.
“It was perfect. I will take what you’re willing to give. I will give whatever you’re ready for,” he told her firmly. “Just keep talking to me.” She nodded and they sat quietly for a moment before he continued. “Looked like you got a letter this morning, care to share?”
“Oh!” Her eyes lit up and she slid off his lap. “Yes, just give me a sec, I need to use the loo!”
He watched her disappear into her room and heard the bathroom door click shut, so he took the free moment to put his slacks back right. “Pepper?” he called to his house elf. She popped into existence with a loud crack!
“What is Pepper doing for sir…and miss?” She tacked on as Hermione reentered the room.
“If we could get some supper brought in a bit early, Pepper?” Severus asked kindly. “We have an appointment tonight.”
“Yes, sir. Pepper is happy to oblige.”

“Pepper?” Hermione asked tentatively. Severus was surprise, she rarely would ask the house elves for anything, still vehemently against their positions in magical society. “I was wondering…oh. Um, by any chance would you be able to, uh, make me some tuna macaroni and cheese?” She glanced at Severus awkwardly, and he raised his eyebrows at her. “My mum used to make it with cream of chicken soup…” She trailed off, her cheeks pinking. “Pepper, I’m sorry. Don’t worry – ”
The elf broke her off. “I is happy to be getting Miss what she wants, I is! Miss has lost too much weight with her baby sick! Miss is having cravings for the wee one, yes? All Miss ever has to do is call for Pepper. Pepper will serve young Miss happily! Pepper loves babies, Miss!” Another loud crack! and the elf disappeared without waiting for a response.
Hermione looked flabbergasted and Severus had to hold back a snort of laughter. “How did she know I’m pregnant?”
Severus looked at her, bemused. “Are you daft, witch? You’ve been vomiting and requesting saltines for the last six weeks. She’s been scolding me hotly for just as long for letting you lose too much weight. You’ll never be rid of her, now. She’ll want to wait on you hand and foot. Tuna mac…really? That sounds positively disgusting.”
She wrinkled her nose, but chortled. “I liked it as a kid, but haven’t had it in years. It’s been all I can think about since lunch – I feel like I’m going nuts!”
There was another crack! that came from Severus’s private quarters and they knew the elf was setting up their meal. He stood and reached a hand out for her and she laced her fingers through his. The elf Disapparated before they entered the room and Hermione’s mouth watered at the plate of cheesy, creamy, pasta goodness that was at her place. Severus was relieved that he had been served a roast with potatoes and vegetables. There was a small loaf of crusty French bread on the table. She let go of his hand and quickly plopped into her seat, immediately picking up her fork and taking a rather large bite. The moan that left her was primal and made Severus exhausted cock twitch approvingly even as he laughed at her.
She gave him a playful glower, but continued to dig in with gusto. He poured himself a glass of wine and tapped his wand to her goblet to chill her pumpkin juice before settling across from her to start his own meal.
“Your letter?” he asked after a few bites of beef.
She swallowed thickly and took a sip of juice before answering him. “It was from Molly!” she exclaimed with a smile. “Do you wish to read it?”
“Just tell me about it.” He shrugged and took a bite of steamed carrots and hummed in approval. He was starving – he forgot what a great appetite inducer sex could be.
She paused for a moment, a soft, secretive smile crossing her face which brought Severus up short. He raised an eyebrow in question, chewing another bite of the roast. “She’s wondering if we would like to get married over the Easter holidays, being we’re in the family way.”
His quick inhalation of breath caused a coughing fit as he aspirated a small piece of the meat. He reached for his goblet quickly, sputtering all the while.
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked anxiously, rising to her feet. He waved her off and she sat, hesitantly. He motioned to her to continue with her meal as he calmed himself and sipped carefully on his wine. Well, apparently she was ready to marry in less than three weeks…but was he? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts while giving little coughs to dispel the lingering ache of breathing food into his lungs.
When he asked her to marry him, he had been positive she would want to wait until she had completed a mastery apprenticeship. She had talked about going on to University. He figured they’d have time. Yes, things had changed drastically. Yes, she was pregnant – with his child. They were going to be parents. Why was he even thinking about this? Of course they should get married as soon as possible.
“When?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“You don’t want to?” she whispered, suddenly looking very unsure of herself. He cursed flamboyantly in his head.
“Of course I do, Hermione.” He reached across the table and splayed out his hand, asking for hers without words. She set down her fork and slipped her hand into his, smoothing her fingers across his wrist. “I was just surprised, is all.”
She studied him for a moment before giving a slow nod before pulling her hand away so she could continue eating. “I was thinking the tenth. Molly offered to put things together, but that will give me some time to be able to be a part of the preparations. We would keep it small, there isn’t much time. My parents had a small account put aside towards my wedding. It’s not much, but should cover the costs,” she still wasn’t looking at him and he noticed she was playing with her food.
“Hermione.” She looked at him then, swallowing at the warning note in his voice. “I promise you, I wish to marry. I would have never asked you if I was not serious about my intentions. I am not that kind of man.”
He saw her eyes well with tears and mentally continued to curse himself for his callousness. “I know that, but so much has changed. You didn’t sign up for a broken woman and a child before you’d even been with her a year. I would not fault you if you had changed your mind. I know…I know I’m not the same person I was when you proposed. I don’t know if I’ll ever get that person back.” She lifted her chin, and even as it trembled, he saw her determination. “We don’t have to marry this Spring, we can wait as long as you want. It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind, I would understand.”
He growled and she flinched, her gaze dropped hastily. He stood and stalked over to her, pulling her to her feet and grasping her shoulders. “Nothing will make me change my mind! I told you when I proposed to you – willingly, without coercion, without even having an inkling of an idea that you might say yes – that I have waited my whole life for you. Do I wish the circumstances were different? I do. I know you do, too. And, no, you’re not the same person – but neither am I. I thought I lost you, Hermione. Another woman I loved – dead, because of me. You will come out on top of this, I know you will.
These reasons do not mean I’m going to change my mind. You’re carrying my child! I intend to make you my wife. You are going to cause me to lose my patience with you if you continue to insist that I’m with you out of some warped sense of responsibility. You are not an obligation, you are the woman I’m in love with.” He grasped her chin and forced her eyes to his. “Do you love me, Hermione?” Her eyes widened in surprise at the question and she nodded frantically. “Do you wish to marry me?”
“Yes.” It was a whisper.
“I feel the same, please stop doubting yourself.” She heaved a great sigh and leaned into him.
“I’m sorry I keep doing this,” she murmured as her arms slid around his waist. He kept his at his sides. His prickly personality and frustration with her self-depreciation kept him from returning her embrace. Moments ago they were at peace with each other. This should have been a happy conversation. “I’m working on it. I know it will get better.”
He let out a long breath, mentally counting to ten. He had to remember she had been through something terrible. He had to remember she was pregnant and very, very hormonal. He had to remember that no matter how mature she was, how responsible she was, how determined she was; had to remember that no matter what she had seen and done in her life, she was still quite young. He finally slipped his arms around her, returning the embrace.
“You will, we’ll get there together.”
LunaRose: I'm so sorry it took so long! We were on vacation and then I came back to a week worth of school work to get caught up on. Hope you liked the update! Thanks for reviewing!

Mistress: So happy you liked the chapter - I think I thrilled a lot of people with surprise of it being Severus' child. ;o)

BA89: I'm so glad you liked the update and that you felt Snap's reaction to Ron was accurate. LOL! It made me giggle when I wrote it. Hope you are well!
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