Precious Moments
By: Larian Kennan
Disclaimer:
N – stands for Nothing, which I have in abundance
O – stands for Other people, who own the original HP characters
T – stands for Trial, which I hope to avoid
M – stands for Money, which I have none of
I – stands for I'm a bum without money
N – stands for Nada, which is what I am getting for writing this story
E – stands for Empty handed, which is what you'll be if you sue me
All character depicted here belong to J.K Rowling and a lot of other people who aren't me. This is meant as a series mini side stories to 'Grant Me The Serenity'. And is the result of a MAJOR plot bunny attack! Imitates an army sergeant Our forces were strong, but they overpowered us…they were just too much…this had to be written… WARNING: Fluffiness and sweetness ahead! (I'm not kidding here, this could give you terminal diabetes…) Enjoy!
It was shortly after six when Severus returned home to find his wife seated at the kitchen table indulging herself in a large gallon carton of vanilla ice cream.
"Love, a whole gallon!" he exclaimed.
"Well, I'm awfully fond of the stuff lately."
"Apparently."
That night they sat out on the davenport. Hermione with her ice cream, and Severus grading papers. Suddenly Hermione dropped her ice cream bowl on a nearby table. Her eyes grew wide and startled.
"Severus!" she whispered.
Severus sat up in alarm scattering scrolls across the table and onto the floor. "Love? What is it? What's the matter?"
"Oh my…" she whispered, leaning forward clutching her stomach.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" His voice had taken on a panicked note as he knelt down beside her.
Hermione closed her eyes, her mouth forming a small 'O'. She breathed in while he wondered if he needed to summon Poppy or apparate them straight to St. Mungo's.
"For Merlin's sake, what is it!"
"Something…I'm not…" She kept her eyes closed while sweat broke out across his brow and chest. Her eyes opened and a tremendous smile played across her face. "Something moved in there."
Severus' eye shot down to the slight bulge of her stomach. Hermione cupped it in her hands reverently. He held his breathe.
Sighing, Hermione closed her eyes. "There it goes again. Once more…please…just once more," she prayed.
"Is it still moving?" he asked quietly.
"No…Yes…I don't know…wait!"
Hermione made rooms for one of his hands beside her own. They sat there in silence for quite a while. Mesmerized. They waited. Nothing happened.
" I can't feel it." For some reason he felt he had been cheated."
"I guess it's finished."
Suddenly he felt something. It was so light at first that he wasn't even sure it was real. It felt like…like…he couldn't find the words to describe it. It was almost like holding a small kitten and feeling it purr. It was a small flutter and only lasted a moment, but in that moment Severus' eyes had grown to the size of saucers. His eyes drifted up to his wife's and she smiled gently at him.
They stayed that way for what seemed like hours. Huddled together, and hand on either side of Hermione's gentle mound, just basking in each others warmth and the cocoon of love they had created…
AN: Sappy isn't it? Ah well! When fluffiness hits…what can you do? This was partly inspired by my rabid plot bunnies and a sugary story a friend of mine relayed to me about her own pregnancy. Hope you liked it!
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