Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just like to toy around with them in my imagination before putting it to paper.

This is my second one-shot. As you can tell, I have a thing for the idea of Severus as a father. My OTP of course is Snamoine. I can't help, but to think it's such a clever pairing. I would love some reviews, because my writing is definitely a bit rusty and it helps to inspire to proceed whenever I see other's response. Please remain respectful, though. Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading this!

Prologue:

Furnace-like flesh surrounded her body as she awoke. She was aware of the soft snores that were coming from behind her and a smile slowly spread across her lips as the familiarity of it all dawned on her. She was reminded of how she had been awaking every morning like this for exactly three hundred and ninety-five days ever since they had first consummated their relationship. At first, Hermione was rather insecure about invading Severus' personal space but unlike what she expected in all of her vivid and often imaginings of their relationship (before it came to be), she had never imagined him welcoming her into his life with open arms, but he had done just that. Oh, it had been anything but perfect at times, because they had rows, but as time drew on and their relationship matured they learned how to temper that by suppressing their mutually vicious tempers with passionate conversations that sometimes boiled over into their bedroom to put that passion to better use. They had learned each other and now a year in were finally in that perfectly comfortable stage.

Soon, the heat from his body became too much for her to bear especially with her bladder needing to be relieved so she attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but to no avail. He had her locked in his grip and what little ground she had managed to make was lost when the hand resting on her hip, tugged her back into the curve of his body. "It is far too early for you to be moving about, love." His sleep ridden voice muttered into her ear as he held onto her. "Well, my bladder attests otherwise." She said, letting her hand brush his high cheekbone to move the dark hair that covered his face from sleep.

"Every morning, like clockwork. All right, scurry off and handle your business, but return quick, my love. I don't desire to be without you long." He said, loosening his grip. His words came so naturally and sincerely that it gave her pause that this was the same man who just over a year ago would rather have suffered the Cruciatus curse than admit to feelings for the bushy-headed know-it-all that he had to endure for seven years and then some with her apprenticeship with Minerva. It was when he said things like this that she was reminded how easily she fell for him and it made her chuckle. Who ever would have thought that she, Hermione Granger, would have fallen in love with him, the snarky bastard, Severus Snape.

By the time she returned to their bed, he was sat up looking ridiculously ravishing. His appeal had grown over the years, especially since the end of the war. He took far better care of his hygiene now and age had given him that look that few men can master, but with his confidence he completely owned it and it made her lose her breath for a moment.

Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, his hair was still mussed but from having run his hands through it, and now he held the latest copy of a potions journal in his hands. One of his articles, under a different name of course, had been featured in this edition and he was proud of the editorial reviews it had garnered. As if he had expected any less. She crawled back into bed with him, smiling at the way he let his arm fall naturally around her shoulders without looking up and pulling her close to his body. She laid her head down on his shoulder and read his article with him.

"Brilliant, as always, my love." She told him once they finished. "Of course. I am brilliant after all." He said, a smug grin teasing at his lips as he looked down at her. He pulled off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand on her side, deliberately reaching over her so that their eyes locked and his lips hovered above hers. He used this limited space to steal a kiss from his love, grinning happily.

"Now… Must we really go to the blasted Burrow of the Weasels?" He mumbled once they pulled apart. Hermione, having expected him to ask this (for what seemed like the hundredth time), nodded her head and sighed. "Yes, love. Now come on. We have to get our day started if we want to be there on time for lunch. Molly will have our heads if we don't arrive on time." She didn't even bother with correcting him on the pronunciation of their last names anymore; because she knew he would just shrug it off and continue to dub them 'weasels'.

After making good of their time, they stood together hand in hand in front of the Floo. She let Severus gather the floo dust and throw it into the space before them. They stepped through and, after several moments, were greeted by the loud sounds of all the Weasley and Potter kin. Severus watched the way Hermione's face lit up as they were greeted by the all the Weasleys and the Potters. Most of the Weasleys were very encouraging of their relationship.

Arthur and Molly had both been so delighted at the news of their courtship and ensuing relationship, because they couldn't think of a better-matched couple. Bill and Fleur had nothing but good words for them as well. The same went for George, Charlie, and Percy who didn't really care one way or another who Hermione was dating so long as it wasn't Voldemort. All the Weasleys were on board with their relationship except for Ginny and Ron. It never failed that the two would find some way to insert harsh comments about Hermione's relationship with Severus, trying to make it into something less than savory and crude. The first few times it had really upset Hermione and in turn hurt Severus, but they learned to let it roll off of their shoulders.

Ginny was bitter that she was still a Weasley, because Harry still hadn't proposed and didn't seem to be doing so any time soon. She was extremely jealous of how close Hermione and Severus was, quickly moving towards the path of marriage while her relationship with the Head Auror and Boy-Who-Lived was going in the opposite direction. Her brother, Ron, was still angry over how quickly Hermione had moved on from their failed relationship. He had tried his best to be the man she needed, but she had told them that they just weren't compatible and ended up breaking things off with him.

Anxiety filled Hermione at their arrival, but figured that everything would be just fine. This wasn't the first time they'd had lunch at the Burrow, but for some reason today she felt super unsettled. "Are you alright, Hermione?" Severus asked when he felt her grip his hand a little tighter.

"Oh, yes… Fine… Just a little unsettled by the floo trip, I think." She replied in earnest. Severus looked down into her eyes for a moment, but decided not to press her. Just as he was about to suggest they go get her a glass of water and sit to relax, they were bombarded by The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Constantly-Irritate-Severus-B y-Taking-Liberties-With-Hermione.

"Hermione! You've arrived! We've all been waiting for you!" Harry exclaimed, excitedly as he took her into his arms and spun her around delightedly. "You have to see all the milestones that Teddy's made! He's actually riding a broom! Can you believe it?!"

Harry chattered on excitedly about his godson as he kept Hermione in a tight hug. "Really, Potter. Just because I can tolerate you doesn't mean I won't hex you if you don't unhand my fiancée." Severus drawled, slightly raising an eyebrow.

"I know, I know, Severus… Wait… Fiancée? What?!" Harry's eyes widened comically as he reached for Hermione's left hand. Sitting atop her ring finger was perhaps the most gorgeous ring that Harry had ever seen. The band was pink gold and the ring was layered so that the largest was on the bottom and on the top was a heart-shaped diamond.

"Congrats! Come, we must share the news with everyone!" Harry said as he quickly began to lead him to the family room where everybody was gathered.

"Guys, Hermione and Severus are here! They have news for us!" Harry announced, taking a seat beside Ginny and throwing an arm around her. Ginny beamed at this as she settled into his side.

"Well… We were going to wait until after lunch, but Severus just couldn't keep his mouth shut and Harry will never be able to sit through lunch long enough… So…" Hermione trailed off, looking up at her future husband.

"Hermione has accepted my proposal and has made me the happiest man in agreeing to be my wife." He finished, watching everybody's reactions, missing one displeased reaction because Hermione had reached up to grace him with a kiss.

Molly and Arthur had known, because as Hermione's surrogate parents he had gone to ask them for her hand in marriage. Even with the foreknowledge, Molly still began to cause a scene with all of her tears of joy. One by one, each of the Weasleys congratulated them until they realized that Ron was no longer anywhere in sight. Hermione's heart sank. Their relationship had been over long enough that she'd figured he would be okay with the news of her engagement… Heck, he had even begun a relationship with Lavender Brown. Surely, he couldn't be bothered by this… Could he?

"Oh, don't worry about the boy, Hermione… He always has been one for dramatics." Bill said to her, giving her one more hug for good measure. He couldn't think of a better man for Hermione than Severus. He matched her in intelligence, wit, loyalty, and countless other merits.

"I know… It just hurts." Hermione sighed, glancing over at Severus who was conversing with Fleur because Victoire was ill and needed advice on what kind of potions were safe to administer to the baby.

"Don't let this spoil your day, Hermione. Honestly." Bill told her before going over to his wife, daughter, and Severus. He took Victoire out of Fleur's arms and quietly muttered something to Severus. Severus turned to look at Hermione, a slight frown on his lips. He never liked it when Hermione was upset.

Before he could confront her about it, Molly announced that lunch was ready and they were all whisked outside to picnic tables. The festivities began and all was forgotten about Ron and trivialities such as that. When the day was done and everybody was leaving the Burrow one by one, Severus and Hermione decided they would go on a sure walk together before finding an apparition point to go home.

They never did make it home together.