A/N: Hello there. My first Hermione/Severus story! I definately love them together. Anyways, enjoy!
~Emily
Chocolate Milk
Hermione, love, could you get me a drink?" Severus called from the door in the library. She smiled. "Of course. Any preference?"
"No. Just something liquid." He called back. Hermione got out chocolate mix, milk, spoon, and a tall, clean glass. She poured the milk in until approximatly three quarters full. Next, she added two heaping spoonfuls of the chocolate mix, mixing thoroughly.
"Please don't tell me you are attempting to make an elaborate wine. I don't feel like suffering through your attemt at proving you can make food or drink better than the house elves again." He said, entering the kitchen, and glancing curiously at the brown concoction. "Chocolate milk?" He asked, puzzled. She smiled and handed him the drink.
"Took you long enough." She looked at Severus seriously. "Chocolate milk is an art that is in league with the precisiveness of potion-making. It has to be just right, or you will find yourself dissatisfied with a drink not chocolaty enough, or an overboundance of chocolate." He snorted, and put the glass on the counter, crossing his arms.
"Try it."
"Hmm." He drawled. She picked up the glass, and put it back in his hands, smirking. "If you would rather, I could cook you a meal tonight. I'll try not to make the food explode like last time." Snape shuddered at the memory, and glared at her for threatening him. He took a cautious sip of the milk. Then another. And another. Then downed the rest of the glass. Hermione smirked. "Thought so. Well?" She pressed.
He glared at her, then suddenly she was backed against the wall, trapped with his arms on it on both sides.
"That's supposed to be as precise as potions?" He asked. She smiled, and answered,"Yes."
"It was good. Great actually." His wife beamed at him. "Good, I'll need a lot of it when the little one comes." Severus stared at her in amazement.
"I'm..." He faltered, then set her free, staring at the ground worried. Hermione looked at him, worried.
"What's wrong? I thought you wanted a child..." Her eyes filled with tears. "I do! It's just, I don't want to be like my father was. I don't even know how to care about a child properly!" He said, brushing away her tears gently.
"Don't compare yourself to him, ever, Severus. You are ten times the man he could ever hope to be." Hermione said firmly, all traces of tears forgotten, leaning to take his face into her hands in order to look into his eyes. "You will be a great father. No man could ever do better. Now, shall we argue about gender preferences?" She joked. Severus smiled. "I want a girl, to look exactly like her beautiful mother."
Hermione felt her traitorous eyes start filling with happy tears. "Imagine a young boy in Gryffindoor who looks just like his father, minus the greasy hair." Hermione teased. He looked at her sharply. "Okay, okay, I know you wash your hair. It was never greasy. It's actually soft and silky." She purred in his ear. He growled.
"I suppose we should start thinking of names." He smiled down at his wife.