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Thursday 7pm.

"Why not?"

"I don't make you visit my family," Snape snapped.

"That's because you don't have any." But then Hermione realized what she'd said, how callous it sounded, and she swore under her breath while clasping at her forehead. "Sorry. That didn't come out right. I didn't mean to say that no one—"

"No, it's fine. I think it's well-established that I barely have any ties in this living world. Although," Snape said with a heavily, pregnant pause. "I'm still related in a way to the Malfoy's. Draco is still my godson and I don't make you visit him, do I?"

Hermione crossed her arms, her cheeks reddening. "Oh, please, as if Draco wants to see his godfather dating his old school enemy. The Malfoys still think I'm beneath them!"

Her stomach churned just at the thought of going to Malfoy Manor. It wasn't for nothing that she'd been tortured in that house during that war and not even Draco trying to help Harry and her could either stop or completely remove the memories she had of Draco bullying them. Or everything that happened afterwards.

"Now you know how I feel about visiting your parents," Snape said conclusively, reaching out to their cabinet to get a glass of Firewhiskey.

Hermione's eyes widened. "My parents are nothing like the Malfoys. They aren't former Death Eaters and they aren't going to judge you."

Snape sneered at her in a way he hadn't done for years, since before when she was still a student in his class. "Really, Hermione? You think your parents are going to be so accepting of the fact that their only daughter is dating someone old enough to be her father?" Severus Snape chuckled grimly and took a sip of his Firewhiskey before narrowing his eyes at her. "I'll be lucky if your father doesn't try to hang me or accuse me of statutory rape."

"Don't be ridiculous. My father is a dentist, he's hardly one to be fighting or hanging anyone and he knows already that we didn't start dating until years after Hogwarts when I was twenty-three. You didn't even pay me any attention when I was your student, you completely ignored me, even when I was trying to answer a question."

"I should've continued ignoring you," Snape muttered grumpily.

"Don't be ridiculous. We would have missed out on a lot. Didn't you say the other night that you've, I quote: 'never loved a woman like you love me now'?"

"Damn her, and her photographic memory," Snape muttered darkly to himself.

Yet it had made her heart positively thunder and she'd came twice that night when he'd spoken those words. It had been his most intoxicating, tender and vulnerable moment and she'd loved how his dark eyes had concentrated on her as she came unraveled under his hands.

"Well?" Hermione prompted, her cheeks returning to their normal colour again.

"I shouldn't have said that either." Snape scowled even more grumpily and flipped through a potions journal, pretending to ignore her.

Hermione just shook her head, however, because she was used to Snape's mood swings. The dark, brooding wizard wasn't used to being loved and still had trouble believing that she wanted to be with him and that it all wouldn't tumble down and end badly. It was just his insecurity speaking.

She decided to tease him a little. Because she really did want him to meet her parents, and she knew instinctively, despite his fears, that her parents would actually love him.

"Severus Snape," the Gryffindor brunette announced. "If you do not come with me for this, you will be sleeping with Lucius and only Lucius tonight. And maybe the next night too."

Snape clenched his jaw, a muscle flinching in his stern face, though he was still unwilling to compromise. "What about the night after that?"

"Hmmm. I don't know." Hermione teased him with a smirk, tangling her hands in her own long hair and shooting him a lascivious look over her shoulder. "I think Lucius will miss you on that night too, so I had better not get in between you two."

"Damn it," Snape said and stood up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. He scowled at the Himalayan cat who was watching their whole argument from the corner. "This is all your fault!" he told the cat.

Lucius promptly hissed.

"Severus, quit blaming that cat for everything!" Hermione began.

But Severus Snape wasted no time before throwing Hermione over his shoulder and carrying them both quickly to their bedroom where he wasted no time in showing his displeasure...all without the use of words.

It was surprising how much the grumpy former professor could express without a single word.

Hermione certainly felt overwhelmed and completely forgot about the meeting with her parents as Severus drove her over the edge and she moaned several times in succession.

Finally, she could take their angry silent treatment no longer and she broke it with a kiss, muttering, "Good god!" before Snape rolled her around and he began again, pressing open her thighs

"Good god, good god, good god, ohhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh hellllllpppppp! GREAT MERLIN!"

Tears were falling out of her eyes by the end of the night.

Snape might have been an arrogant prat sometimes, but he was magical and mind blowing wizard the rest of the time.

"Any room for complaint?" Snape asked throatily after they finally had expended themselves and lay back down in each other's arms. He pressed his lips to her satiated, sweaty face.

"No. You're amazing and remain amazing," Hermione muttered breathlessly.

Snape smirked arrogantly. "Good."

Hermione returned his smirk. "...but this still does not get you off the hook for tomorrow."

"Dammit! Have all my efforts been for nothing?!"

Hermione grinned. "No, I'm very happy with the effort you showed tonight, Severus." She turned over in bed and tucked in the blankets over her to rest. "Just try to show the same effort when you're meeting my parents tomorrow."

Snape groaned and smacked his forehead. "Does your mum expect me to go down—"

"Severus!"

He did not utter a word more, but glowered and gloomed in the dark, wondering what he'd done to deserve this.

'I will meet your parents, Hermione,' he thought to himself. 'But don't expect me to like them or pretend to like them.' With that grumpy thought in mind, he also turned over in bed and was greeted by Lucius's furry backside, as if the horrible creature been waiting for the opportune moment to jump up on the bed.

"Damn cat!"

"Shut up, Severus, you love that cat. And go to sleep," Hermione murmured, her face buried in her pillow.

Severus Snape kept an eye open, however. 'I won't have that damnable beast sitting on my face again!'

On his cat pillow, in between Severus and Hermione, Lucius began to purr smugly.

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a/n: Does anyone think Lucius is just a cute Himalayan cat or he's actually a devil in disguise?

I will post the next chapter tomorrow if someone would like to read it, thanks!