Authors notes: long awaited new chapter.
I promise to update regularly from now on. These character's aren't mine, I
have kidnapped them and made them very very naughty. also: Draco's son is
named Adrian. not Aidan. I don't know how I managed to change his name in
there, but it happened, i'm sorry. again it's Adrian.
Chapter 12
flashback
"What are you looking at?"
"You." Severus smiled and sat down behind his wife.
"Why? I'm so fat." She puffed out her cheeks. He laughed, actually laughed and wrapped his arms around Hermione's ever-growing belly.
"Not fat, pleasantly plump." He told her. Hermione stood up and straighten her long blue dress. She was several months along, nearly full bloom, and glowing.
"When this baby is born we'll move. Won't we?"
"Wherever you want us too."
"Out into the country. I want the most magnificent rose gardens, and a wooden swing, and fountains." She smiled at him with a pleading look in her eye. Snape looked up at her and returned her expression.
"How do you know our son will like the gardens?"
"Well, we'll have horses and dogs and pigs to roll in the mud with him." she wrinkled her nose and laughed.
"I can see it now. My son, the mud roller."
"What if it's a girl though? She won't want to roll with the pigs."
"Then I'll be even more ecstatic. I'll spoil her until she's completely rotten. Then I'll spoil her some more, and hope that one day she'll grow up to be and beautiful and intelligent as her mother." He rose and wrapped his long arms around Hermione once more as she gazed out the windows, daydreaming about everything he had said.
end flashback
As Snape rounded the corner he stopped short, unable to think anything about the woman before him. Finally he spoke.
"Where is my sister?"
"She's still at Durmstrang. Her present condition isn't suitable for traveling." The strange woman replied. However she wasn't so strange. Her bone straight brown hair shone beneath the fire-light that lit the hallways of Hogwarts. She didn't look up at him, only to his left, where a small, timid creature looked up at her with large cinnamon eyes, wondering who this impostor was.
"Who..."
"I'm a professor of po...Divination at Durmstrang. Our new Headmaster sent me. Viktor, you know." The young woman seemed quite antsy around Snape, as he examined her form head to toe. She wore old, dumpy robes, that were threadbare and looked like poverty. They hung down around tiny hands and feet, and were dusty, as if she lived locked away in some closet. Then it occurred she was a Divination professor, and probably kept herself locked away like the old bat, Trelawney. He simply nodded and stepped aside, not breaking his eyes from her down turned face.
"This is Adora. I trust she won't be to much trouble." The woman looked up slightly to get a good look at Adora. She smiled.
"I don't think she'll be any trouble at all." The woman smiled again and held out her hand. Snape's face got a look as if death had passed through him. He stared at the hand, the fine curve of it and the sea shell pink, oval nails that rested gently on the tips of her fingers, perfectly manicured, not broken or dirty from tea leaves and handling cards and crystals all day like Trelawney. This was a hand he knew, soft and sweet. Adora quickly reached up and grabbed the hand, and was quickly pulled to the side of the young woman. "We'll owl you once we reach Durmstrang." She turned and brought Adora with her. "Your stuff is already at the castle. are you ready?"
"Yes I am."
flashback
"What are you looking at?"
"You." Severus smiled and sat down behind his wife.
"Why? I'm so fat." She puffed out her cheeks. He laughed, actually laughed and wrapped his arms around Hermione's ever-growing belly.
"Not fat, pleasantly plump." He told her. Hermione stood up and straighten her long blue dress. She was several months along, nearly full bloom, and glowing.
"When this baby is born we'll move. Won't we?"
"Wherever you want us too."
"Out into the country. I want the most magnificent rose gardens, and a wooden swing, and fountains." She smiled at him with a pleading look in her eye. Snape looked up at her and returned her expression.
"How do you know our son will like the gardens?"
"Well, we'll have horses and dogs and pigs to roll in the mud with him." she wrinkled her nose and laughed.
"I can see it now. My son, the mud roller."
"What if it's a girl though? She won't want to roll with the pigs."
"Then I'll be even more ecstatic. I'll spoil her until she's completely rotten. Then I'll spoil her some more, and hope that one day she'll grow up to be and beautiful and intelligent as her mother." He rose and wrapped his long arms around Hermione once more as she gazed out the windows, daydreaming about everything he had said.
end flashback
As Snape rounded the corner he stopped short, unable to think anything about the woman before him. Finally he spoke.
"Where is my sister?"
"She's still at Durmstrang. Her present condition isn't suitable for traveling." The strange woman replied. However she wasn't so strange. Her bone straight brown hair shone beneath the fire-light that lit the hallways of Hogwarts. She didn't look up at him, only to his left, where a small, timid creature looked up at her with large cinnamon eyes, wondering who this impostor was.
"Who..."
"I'm a professor of po...Divination at Durmstrang. Our new Headmaster sent me. Viktor, you know." The young woman seemed quite antsy around Snape, as he examined her form head to toe. She wore old, dumpy robes, that were threadbare and looked like poverty. They hung down around tiny hands and feet, and were dusty, as if she lived locked away in some closet. Then it occurred she was a Divination professor, and probably kept herself locked away like the old bat, Trelawney. He simply nodded and stepped aside, not breaking his eyes from her down turned face.
"This is Adora. I trust she won't be to much trouble." The woman looked up slightly to get a good look at Adora. She smiled.
"I don't think she'll be any trouble at all." The woman smiled again and held out her hand. Snape's face got a look as if death had passed through him. He stared at the hand, the fine curve of it and the sea shell pink, oval nails that rested gently on the tips of her fingers, perfectly manicured, not broken or dirty from tea leaves and handling cards and crystals all day like Trelawney. This was a hand he knew, soft and sweet. Adora quickly reached up and grabbed the hand, and was quickly pulled to the side of the young woman. "We'll owl you once we reach Durmstrang." She turned and brought Adora with her. "Your stuff is already at the castle. are you ready?"
"Yes I am."