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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25873 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 42
Nursery Rhymes
Hermione woke to her favorite sound in the world – the beguiling tenor of her husband’s voice. It could incite the greatest passion and soothe the greatest ire. It held a power over her and he wielded it without mercy. Long fingers were stroking her round belly with tenderness as the sound of his whispers caressed her soul. It was when Hermione focused on the words being said that she realized this was not a moment for her, but for her unborn daughter. She kept her eyes closed and feigned sleep so as not to interrupt the tender moment.
“Have patience with me, little one. This is all new to me. I will make mistakes, I’ll say the wrong thing, likely overreact and be completely overbearing at times. Your mother reminds me frequently of these shortcomings, but never doubt that I love you and would give my life for you. I hope that you will grow to love me as well, tarnished as I am.”
She smiled at the irony as the bat of dungeons, the man who could strike fear with a mere glance, could be brought to such tenderness and vulnerability. It took every ounce of Hermione’s will not to interrupt and reassure this darling man that their daughter would love him every bit as much as she does. Before her will power could crumble, he continued.
“One more thing, while all the houses have their finer points, Slytherin is truly the most superior. Your mother will dispute this, of course, but trust me. You will find as you get to know us that I am the more level headed and logical one.”
“Now rest well my…oomph.” The pillow landing on his head put an abrupt end to the tender moment. “Merlin, woman!” he exclaimed with a laugh. “You are merely proving my point.” Grabbing her wrist to prevent another swipe with the feather filled weapon, he looked back at her belly. “You see what I mean? Your mother has resorted to violence. It’s always better to use your words.”
“Already conspiring against me, I see,” Hermione teased. Suddenly her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh Godric, I have to pee!”
With a speed Severus no longer knew his wife was capable of, he watched in bewildered mirth as she hopped out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. He’d heard of speed walking, but speed waddling was truly something to behold. He slid up the bed and leaned against the headboard as he waited for her to reappear. Her pace was much slower and therefore her adorable waddle less pronounced on her return. He held his arms open. “Come here my little penguin.”
As she plopped into bed next to him, she cut him a reproving glare. “You know, I can recast that spell again if you don’t behave. You seem to have forgotten that lesson.”
“Oh no, not forgotten. I remember quite well, and I thank the Gods above to have been born a man. Besides, I made a point to learn the counter spell.”
“What, you don’t trust me?” She shook her head in amusement. “Not even married a year and already the trust is gone.”
Unable to resist, he pulled her close and gently laid his lips over hers before peppering delicate caresses to the tender skin just below her earlobe. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you have given my life meaning, Hermione. Don’t think for a minute I don’t appreciate you. I have never known such happiness. I think I’m finally starting to believe that the bottom is not going to fall out of everything. I hope I am not jinxing us by acknowledging that.”
Hermione nestled into chest. “You deserve to be happy, Severus – more than anyone – and I’m the lucky one. What did I do to deserve you? I think that is the more accurate question.”
“Indeed.”
Understanding his meaning, Hermione looked up at him. “Stop being self-deprecating. You know I love you more than the air I breathe. You are quite the catch, Severus Snape.”
“Yes, I was practically beating the witches off with my Cleansweep when you came along.”
Hermione could see the hint of a smile on her husband’s face. Did all men enjoy having their egos stroked as much as it appeared that he did? She didn’t mind. The man deserved more praise than she could deliver in a lifetime for all he had done.
“Well, it has been said that I’m the brightest witch of my age. It’s reasonable to assume I would catch on before the others.”
“Yes, you are an insufferable know-it-all. No one can dispute that.”
Thinking about her husband’s insecurities she broached the topic lightly. “I know the therapy sessions are supposed to end soon, but perhaps you could use some individual counseling.” Seeing he was about to interrupt she added quickly, “Only because of the baby coming and all the changes in our life right now. You have this habit of always expecting the worst – an insecurity almost. He’s helped me so much. I just think – ”
“Absolutely not. I think we have both benefitted from our visits with the good doctor, but I see no need to continue. I think…I think once the baby comes I’ll feel better.”
She watched him for a minute and then kissed his cheek before relaxing back onto his chest. “Okay, we can always resume the sessions if necessary.”
“Perhaps… perhaps we should move.” He looked around at the space that had been his home his entire adult life.
“A true fresh start?” she asked, a touch of surprise in her voice.
Severus didn’t miss the way her eyes brightened immediately. “What do you think? It would be a big change, leaving the castle.”
“Well, it’s not like we can’t stay here sometimes. These are your rooms as long as you teach here.” She pushed herself up, studying him. “Unless…do you not want to teach anymore?”
Not teach? He hadn’t really thought about it. After a moments contemplation he shook his head. “I’m content teaching for now. I have enough change taking place for the time being.” Nestling her further into his arms, he kissed her head as he stroked her belly soothingly.
“But you would be willing to move?”
His hands paused. “You really like that idea, don’t you?”
“Well, perhaps living in a dungeon was not the vision that came to mind when I imagined being married with children. I won’t deny I find the thought of a house with a fenced yard and a large oak tree out front with a swing on it…rather enticing.”
There was a moment of silence. “No, I guess dungeons are not the ideal setting for a small child to develop and grow in,” he conceded. His hand began to rub her swollen abdomen again. “Hogsmeade is close and there were some adverts for some available properties the last time I was in town.”
“What about Spinners End? Or Prince Manor? Don’t you miss your homes?”
“I miss neither. Spinners End is a depressing dwelling that I’d rather sell than ever have to step into again – too many bad memories – and the Manor was never really my home. It’s merely a responsibility… a burden really.”
“Do you want to sell it?”
“No, it has been in my mother’s family’s possession for hundreds of years. She grew up there. I owe it to her to preserve it. Perhaps our daughter will want it one day. It’s her legacy and the legacy of any other children, should we have more.”
Hermione sighed and rolled onto her back, still leaning against Severus. His right hand absently moved up to one of her newly enlarged breasts where it began to massage. She arched her back, her voice almost a purr. “Hmmm. Hogsmeade. I rather like that idea.” When his other hand slid up her thigh and under her night dress, the conversation gave way to more pressing matters.
August 13^th – 34 weeks gestation
“Oh my, look at the view! Ginny, Luna, Susan! You have to see this!”
Lizzie stared out the window of the room that was to be the nursery as Ginny and Susan thundered up the stairs. The girls came to a halt as the vista met their eyes.
“Wow,” whispered Ginny, “the castle.” The window overlooked the grassy, backyard lawn with a dense forest behind it. In the not too far distance, however, over the tree tops with their mid-August turning leaves, was a stunning view of Hogwarts. Gryffindor tower was plain as day.
“Can you imagine waking up to that view every morning?” asked Susan.
“This view was the deciding factor for me. I loved the house, but the minute I looked out this window, I told Severus this was the one.”
The three witches turned back to their very pregnant friend. “Hermione, the house is perfect. It’s like something out of a fairytale.” Lizzie beamed.
Hermione smiled back. “It is, isn’t it?” She was rubbing her arched back.
With a wave of her wand, Ginny transfigured an empty box into a plush lounge chair. “Sit, Hermione. We’ve got this! You direct, and we perform.”
“I’m pregnant, not handicapped.”
Ginny cocked a red brow to her hairline. “You do know who your husband is, right? Do you think he didn’t make me swear, on promises of an excruciating death, that you wouldn’t exert yourself in any way, shape, or form today?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “He’s all bark and no bite.”
All gazes turned to the door as Luna sauntered in, wearing her Spectrespects. “No signs of Nargles but you have a rather large infestation of wrackspurts in your hall closet,” she said lightly. Her focus moved to the window. “Oh look, the thestrals are grazing in your backyard.”
The other witches all turned to look. Sure enough, two adult and one juvenile thestral were standing on the edge of the wood and nibbling on her grass.
Hermione made her way to the window. Thestrals used to terrify her as they were magical creatures only visible to those who had seen death. Dark and scary. Only now that she was watching them from her window, she found them rather beautiful. They were tall and lean, yet strong. Foreboding and ominous until you looked past that exterior and saw them for what they were. Magnificent magical beings who were simply disregarded and feared because of what they represented. Hmm…much like her husband.
Hermione looked back at her friends and then glanced at the bare walls. “What do you think? I really hadn’t thought much about how the nursery should look.”
“Do you have furniture picked out?”
Hermione smiled. “It’s being delivered today.”
“I have some ideas,” Luna said softly, her blue eyes sparkling with eagerness.
The girls all worked steadfastly through the morning and early afternoon, only pausing for a light lunch of sandwiches and crisps that Severus had quickly and quietly brought into the room along with a jug of pumpkin juice and a light reprimand to his wife to sit for a bit and put her feet up while she ate. He ignored the other young witches completely when they tittered pleasantly at his demonstrative gesture and thanked him teasingly for feeding them. Hermione had to bite her lip at the look of resignation on his face. He was no longer scary to her friends, his care and affection for her made him sweet in their eyes.
The furniture arrived mid-afternoon and they continued their work into the early evening when Hermione promised she could put up the few final touches and insisted they all get back to their families. She sent them all home with long hugs of gratitude and promises to see them soon.
It wasn’t until about thirty minutes later that Severus realized the house had grown quiet. No more incessant chattering and feminine laughter. He dropped the book he was reading to his lap and cocked his head, listening for sounds of his wife. Dare he say it was almost too quiet? He hadn’t had true silence since the little witch had moved in with him after her parents’ deaths. He was finding it a bit unnerving.
He found her in the nursery and was surprised to see how much work she and her friends had completed. It was a very gender-neutral theme, though accents around the room leaned toward the feminine. One wall was a huge, life-like mural of the Forbidden Forest. It was very impressive and melded well into the very light greys of the other three walls. The furniture was a dark cherry wood that matched the trim and the wood floors. The bedding and accents were light lavender and pale green. He wondered where she had gotten the stuffed animals that were piled up in the overstuffed rocker recliner in one corner. There was a large, thick cream-colored rug that covered most of the floor and matched the flowy curtains. Speaking of curtains, this was where he found Hermione – on a step ladder, straightening the tops of them by hand and making sure they fluffed and laid just the way she wanted them to.
She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts under the large swell of their daughter with an oversized tee shirt that fell to just above the hem on the shorts but when she stretched, he could see the lower part of her abdomen. He felt himself start to get hard as he watched, his eyes trailing over her rounded backside and down her shapely legs that were a deep golden shade from the summer sun she had been absorbing daily. Her feet were bare, and he could see that one of her friends must have painted her toenails a brilliant pink color for her.
Not saying a word for fear of startling her, he moved silently across the room and made his presence known by gripping her hips.
“Severus!” she squeaked with a startled laugh. “You scared me!”
“I figured I would,” his answer rumbled low, his deep baritone was slightly gruff, and it let her know immediately what his current mood was, “which is why I decided my hands on you would be the best way to let you know I was here.”
“Is that right?” she murmured as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder with a knowing smirk on her face.
“Indeed.” Carefully he helped her down and returned her smirk when she reached to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling his face to hers to kiss his lips lightly a few times.
“What do you think?” she asked a bit breathlessly a moment later.
“I think you need to put your feet up for a while,” he answered in a lascivious tone, “and I think our bed is the perfect place to do so.”
She laughed throatily while giving him an exasperated pat on his chest. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
He sighed and looked around the room once more. “You know very well that it’s lovely, even if it doesn’t much meet my taste in decor. I hardly think that any way I would decorate a nursery would be thought as appropriate.” He paused when she snorted a laugh, a small grin curving his mouth. “I think she will love it. More importantly – what do you think? Are you pleased?”
“I’m very happy with it.”
“Good.” He pulled her in for another kiss and she sighed when his tongue brushed her lips in order to coax her mouth open. She obliged enthusiastically, meeting the seeking muscle with a low moan as he wrapped one long-fingered hand around the back of her neck to hold her in place as he tasted her thoroughly.
By his count, it had been well over a week and closer to two since they’d been intimate. With putting the house up for sale in Spinner’s End (which was actually quite simple, as the moment it was listed, a company who had been slowly purchasing the small, desolate community for demolition and construction had swept in and made them a fair offer), setting up the new house in Hogsmeade (which overlooked the back of the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts), and heavily discussing her future plans (which she insisted on putting on hold until after their daughter was born), the days had been horribly busy and the poor witch had fallen into bed each night, sound asleep before her head even touched the pillow.
He needed her, though, and if she were willing – he was going to meet those needs. “I miss you,” she murmured with a sigh as he broke away from her lips and trailed hot, wet kisses over her jaw and down her throat. “It’s been too long.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, pet,” he muttered against her pulse point before suckling the sensitive skin there.
They didn’t say much as they slowly moved down the hall to their own bedroom while leaving articles of clothing in their wake, dropped randomly behind them as they undressed each other unhurriedly on their way. By the time he helped her crawl into the bed, they were both naked.
Hermione rested her upper back on a couple of pillows while Snape moved to lay beside her and cupped one full, heavy breast to pluck the over-sensitive nipple languidly with calloused fingertips. She breathed in sharply at the sensation, exhaling on a humming groan as he followed his fingers with his lips and tongue. He was surprised when a sweet taste hit is tongue that he wasn’t quite expecting and pulled back to inspect her breast. Glancing up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed with her head tilted back and no realization that anything was out of the ordinary. He gently squeezed around her nipple, his eyes becoming half lidded when a thick, golden cream slowly seeped out. They hadn’t discussed the whole aspect of breast feeding, but in this moment, Severus fervently hoped she planned on doing so. He was slightly taken aback at the rush of pride and protectiveness that swept through him when he realized his wife’s body was gearing up to be able to provide his daughter with the nourishment she would need to grow.
Giving a slight growl, he closed his lips over the taut bud a second time and pulled more deeply. Again, it was just a taste of sweet, but he felt he could become addicted to the flavor. Hermione gave another deep sigh of mixed need and contentment, arching her upper back and tangling her hands once again into his hair.
“Severus, please,” she murmured, tugging him up to cover her lips with his again. He answered her plea, deciding not to mention his discovery until later, and kissed her deeply before rolling her to her side so he could spoon her from behind. He knew her well enough at this point that he recognized not only her burning need, but the fact that she was fatigued and just needed to be taken care of.
Slipping his hand under her belly, he dipped his fingers into her slit, finding her more than ready for him. This always gave him such a thrill, nothing compared to the feeling of having this witch want him as much as he wanted her.
Severus lifted her leg gently over his hip and slid into her from behind, letting out a soft groan to mix with her low moan of pleasure. He moved slowly, languidly while gently teasing her clit with his fingers. Hissing with the sensation, he felt her purposefully contract her pussy muscles around him, and he nipped her shoulder in warning when she let out a throaty chuckle.
Hermione groaned more loudly when his fingers increased their pressure, refining the skill of his torture on her clit. Her breath hitched as she started barreling towards that delicious cliff of ecstasy he was so good at throwing her off. She reached up and behind her as his hips started pounding more quickly into her, their skin slapping audibly, and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered into his mouth before nibbling at, and then sucking on, his lower lip.
“Yes,” he encouraged in a low voice as he moved his lips to her ear and rolled his hips harder, jerking firmly at the end of each thrust to make sure he was hitting that sweet spot on the front wall of her channel.
“Ooh, Gods,” she muttered, and he could feel her body tensing. She keened as she reached for her peak and Severus knew he had her. He pinched the pearl at the top of her slit and pushed her over forcefully. “Fuck!” she cried out as his maddening chuckle of triumph reached her ears and her muscles clenched and spasmed over his length.
He didn’t say a word, but grunted loudly when her orgasm triggered his own, dragging him over the precipice of his pleasure. Bliss poured through him along with the sentimentality that his life was turning out better than he could have ever hoped for, and it was all because of the little witch in his arms.
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