My, My... I'm truly stunned by your reaction to this story! Thank you to everyone who reviewed this story and who asked for an epilogue! You are all awesome.

Well, I wanted to write a third chapter, but it turns out that I wrote two more chapters. So here it is, the first part of the epilogue as a gift for all of your amazing reviews. :)

To Build a Home

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"Hermione, are you okay?," Severus whispered next to her ear.

She nodded frantically, and put her hand on his arm to reassure him. "I'm perfectly fine, Severus."

They were at the Burrow, and Ron and Lavender had just announced that they were expecting a girl. Molly was over the moon, visibly relieved to have a granddaughter.

"I raised so many boys, dear...," she sighed while taking Lavender in her arms. "I can't wait to take care of this amazing little girl."

"Thanks, Mom," Ginny said, rolling her eyes, while her brother was laughing.

Severus took Hermione's hand into his, and put a kiss on her soft skin. Hermione hadn't said a word since Lavender's revelation, and he was worried about this reaction; two months ago, during Harry and Ginny's wedding, he had understood how important it was for her to have a family. And since then, he couldn't help but see how distracted she was during their visits at the Burrow. The first weeks, Severus had asked her if it wouldn't be a better idea to keep their distances from the two happy couples, but Hermione had been opposed to this idea; they were her friends, and she didn't want to miss a single moment during these happy times.

Hermione felt Severus' insistent gaze on her, and she looked up at him, smiling. "What is going on?," she asked.

"Nothing...," Severus drawled. "I just want to be sure that everything is okay."

"Everything is perfectly fine," Hermione said again. "You are worrying too much."

"I never worry too much when it comes to you."

"And yet, it is exactly what you're doing right now," Hermione retorted while raising her chin to kiss him.

Oblivious to what was happening around them, Hermione growled against his lips and pulled him close against him on the sofa. Their tongues met, and Severus had to put her hand on Hermione's arm to calm her down.

"What are you doing?," she asked in a breath, her eyes focused on his lips.

"What were you doing?," Severus repeated with a smirk. "We are in the middle of the living room, if you allow me to precise it. I know that you want to become pregnant, but...," he began in a whisper, not wanting to bring the attention on them.

"It's my fertile period," Hermione cut him off with bright eyes, as if it was the answer to her behaviour. Severus raised his eyebrows.

"And what am I supposed to do? Shag you in front of your friends?"

"Don't be silly," she said, caressing his thigh at the same time, before bending over to murmur something next to his ear. "I'm not asking you to do it here, but I'm sure that we can easily find a place somewhere in the house to do it..."

Severus found it hard to stay calm and steady whith Hermione nibbling his ear playfully. His obsidian eyes wandered in the room, but he noticed that nobody was looking at them. Hermione's hand was close to his crotch, and he couldn't retain a moan of pleasure.

"Stop, Hermione, you are killing me...," he whispered, but Hermione didn't seem to hear him. Or at least, she acted like she didn't. But when Severus thought that he was about to lose it, Hermione removed her hand from his black robe and stopped her languish kisses next to his ear. When she looked up at him, her eyes were full of lust.

"I'm going to the bathroom... Don't be too long," she muttered before heading to the stairs.

Severus stayed a few seconds on the couch, his eyes turned to Lavender and Ron. Harry and Ginny were next to them, and Molly was out of sight. But a noise from the kitchen was enough for him to understand that she was making some tea or coffee.

Without a sound, Severus got up and headed for the stairs, following the perfume of the lustful woman who wanted to make him go nuts. Hermione hadn't changed her perfume for years, and Severus loved this one; this honey smell was perfect. When he arrived in front of the bathroom, Severus thought for a second to knock. But he didn't want to make her wait a minute longer; he sneaked into the bathroom, and quickly closed the door behind him, casting a non-verbal spell to soundproof the room at the same time.

A second later, Hermione's hands were on him, and he kissed her eagerly, his tongue searching hers while she was trying to remove his robe, playing with the buttons in the front.

"Why so many buttons...," she complained in a whisper.

Severus smiled against her mouth, and quickly removed his robe, before doing the same with her blue dress. Hermione didn't wait any time, and Severus felt her hand sliding into his boxers, searching for his hard shaft. When she took it in her hand, she couldn't retain a victorious smile.

"Little minx...," Severus growled before pushing her back against the sink, eliciting a moan of surprise from Hermione.

Severus growled again when Hermione let go of her cock, but he quickly focused his attention on something else. Without losing any time, he took her into his arms and helped her to sit on the sink, deposing a billion of kisses on her bare neck while doing so.

"My panties...," Hermione whispered when Severus took place between her legs, putting her panties to one side.

"I cannot wait," he said quickly before thrusting into her core, his mouth bonded to hers to muffle the cry that she was about to make. His thrusts were slow, in order to let her adapt herself to his thick cock stocking her inner walls. Hermione hung on to Severus' neck and let him give a slow pace to their lovemaking.

She had wanted him since the prior night, but he had been busy to work on some new potions, unfortunately. Doing such a thing outside their house wasn't really common, and Hermione blushed at the thought that she was having sex in the Burrow, the place that she used to spend time in since she was twelve-year-old. But at the same time, it was highly arousing to know that she was doing something forbidden, with the man that she loved dearly.

"I can't...," Severus breathed before thrusting harder into her, forcing her to rest her elbows on both sides of the sink, bringing down the toothbrushes on the floor.

Hermione cried Severus' name, not able to keep all this desire for him inside.

"Do you like that, Hermione?," he suddenly asked her, before bending over to bite her lower lip. "Is that what you wanted when we were on this couch, surrounded by your friends?"

"Yes!," she shouted before clenching her inner walls around his cock, a sign of her abandonment to him, of her abandonment to her own pleasure. Severus followed her in her orgasm seconds later, slowing his pace to shoot his hot seed into her dripping core with a groan.

He gave her a kiss before trying to withdraw from her, but Hermione clenched her legs around his hips.

"We have to stay this way for some minutes, Severus, otherwise all of your seed will fall down," she explained, tongue-in-cheek.

"Don't be ridiculous...," Severus retorted, but he understood that Hermione wasn't joking.

"Please," she added before kissing him. Severus sighed, but he eventually stayed in this position, his half-hard cock buried into Hermione. "Doesn't it feel good?," she whispered, gyrating her hips against him, making Severus groan.

"Too good...," he answered, his eyes half-closed, and within minutes, he felt him growing again into the woman who was doing her best to make him come once again. "You will be the death of me, witch..."

"I plan to," she admitted with a smile, happy to see Severus' body respond in such an amazing way to hers. They were made for each other, and she had no doubt about it.

XxX

When, one week later, Hermione came back home around four o'clock, Severus frowned. She wasn't used to come home that early, and Severus left his personal laboratory located next the living room to meet her. She was livid, and Severus walked toward her.

"What is going on?," he asked in a worried voice, and Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know, I wasn't feeling well today, and I thought that it would be better to come home. Don't worry, I'm sure that it's because of something that I ate yesterday. I just need to rest...," she explained, and Severus helped her to sit on the couch while he did the same. Bus his frown didn't disappear, and he put his large hand on her forehead to see if she didn't have a fever.

"I already told you, Severus," Hermione sighed. "I'm fine. I just have this horrible nausea since this morning, and it's even worse now. If you could prepare me a potion, I'd gladly take it."

"Nausea, you said?," he asked, his eyebrow raised. "Hermione, are you sure..."

"I'm not pregnant," she cut him off, but Severus noticed this little spark in Hermione's eyes, and he took his wand in his hand.

"I am going to cast a spell over your stomach. Nothing invasive, believe me. I know that you are saying that you are not pregnant, but we need to be sure, don't you think?" he said slowly, giving her some time to think about the perspective to be pregnant.

"I don't think that I'm pregnant," she said again, in a less confident voice this time. "It's something that a mother can feel, right? And I don't feel anything. I just feel sick," she said quickly.

Severus smiled at her, amused by her reaction.

"Are you scared, Miss Granger?," he asked in his deep baritone voice, caressing her stomach through her t-shirt at the same time.

Hermione pursed her lips. Was she scared of being pregnant? No, of course she wasn't. It was something that she wanted, something that both of them wanted. She couldn't possibly be scared of being pregnant, right?

"I am," she finally admitted. "I don't know why, but... It seems real now."

"Actually, it's not real until I cast this spell," Severus corrected.

"That's the reason why I don't want you to do it," she said in a sarcastic voice.

"Let me do it, Hermione. Then, we will figure out," Severus pleaded, and Hermione realised that Severus was almost as scared as she was; it wasn't common to hear him beg for something, and it was a sign of his anxiety, as she had learned through the years.

"All right, go ahead," she eventually sighed, and she rolled up her shirt, giving Severus access to her bare stomach. His cold wand entered in contact with her warm skin, and Hermione shivered, closing her eyes at the same time.

And what if she was pregnant? Her whole world, their whole world would be turned upside down; nothing would ever be the same, she knew it. Her nights would be short, she would have these ugly shadows under her eyes. But she would have the family that she desired so much, she thought.

"Hermione?"

Severus' voice was soft, and Hermione knew when she heard his voice that he would be an amazing father. When she opened her eyes, she saw a yellow light around her stomach, and she couldn't help but frown.

"What does it mean?," she asked while turning her attention to Severus.

The latter was gazing intensely at her stomach, as if he was captivated. He looked up at her, and Hermione could see the tears that were forming into his dark eyes. A smile quickly replaced this sign of sadness, and Severus put his hand back onto her belly.

"It means that we are going to have a baby, Hermione."

"A week later", really? ;) We'll see it in the last chapter (for real!) of this story! Don't hesitate to drop me a word or two, it always makes my day. :)