Hey there all. After much thought I have decided to carry on with this show! (Story.) Well really it didn't take much thought. I have been talking to the person that sent the flame and we have reached a kind of truce.
By the way, I would like to thank everyone that sent her an email. I mean wow! Thank you my lovely readers! You are all amazing. Not to mention the fountain of reviews I got.
How could I let you all down?
So I have gone on and this is the next chappy…enjoy!
Snape stood in the middle of the main room of there home. Hermione in his arms, where she is meant to be.
"How much could you see?" she whispered.
Snape held her tighter and relived those few seconds of his life. She stood in the middle of the burrow kitchen, the huge window behind her, and the morning sun shinning through her white night dress. His mouth went dry and he prayed that she could not feel his reaction to it.
"It was not that…clear." He said in a husky voice.
Hermione shivered.
"Could you just see the outline of my body or could you see…more?" she asked.
He licked his lips and thought back again to the angel in the kitchen.
"You had only been able to see the outline."
Hermione sighed and whispered 'thank Merlin.'
"But…" Snape continued. "Your body has…changed…since you have become pregnant. You have more…curves."
Hermione's whole body tensed in his arms. She flew out of arms and spun around to look at him.
"So what you're saying is I'm fat!" she wailed.
He took a step closer to her and held her hands.
"No that's not what I am saying. What I am trying to say is that you have filled out. Your body has an amazing shape that it didn't have before. Not that you didn't look good before, but now…"
He stopped when he noticed Hermione was laughing. She had be mad a second ago, what could be so funny? He frowned.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" he asked calmly
Hermione gave a very un-lady like snort then tried to explain.
"You just looked so…cute…when you were fumbling for words." She smiled as if that would make it all better.
He let go of her hands and stepped back. She quickly moved closer to him again and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Now don't go getting grumpy with me Severus. It was funny, you get to tease me, and I felt it was my turn."
They were silent for a moment. Snape had to admit she was right, he did tease her a lot. And all was fair in love and war. He wrapped his arms around her too.
"You looked amazing standing in that kitchen though."
Hermione chuckled and looked up at her husband, he really was a wonder. Who would have known that a man, whose nickname was 'the dungeon bat', could turn out to be so amazing! Who would have known that that same man could turn her knees weak and make her want to eat him whole…unless that was the pregnancy? That very thought brought another smile to her face.
"Do tell me Severus, did the sight of you're wife in a see through night dress turn you on?" she asked, moving closer to him. She could feel that it clearly had.
"Unfair move woman." he said in a husky voice, his arms going tighter around her.
Hermione chuckled again, loving the feeling of pure happiness swamping her body and her heart. There was no point lying to herself anymore, she loved this man. This…wonder of the world.
She tilted her head back to look up at him. Could he see the love for him shinning in her eyes? Could she see maybe a little of that given back to her in his?
She went on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips. He growled deep in his throat and pulled her closer to him. There lips coming together in such a sweet battle. Tasting, teasing…loving one another.
Hermione could get use to this. Get use to having her husband hold her and treat her like she was the only woman on the earth for him. Get use to carrying their little miracle in her.
She nipped his bottom lip when she knew that something was wrong. He wasn't kissing her back anymore.
She pulled back to look up at him. His mouth was still open from their kiss, his lips still wet. But his eyes were full of panic, his body not moving an inch.
"Severus?" she asked in a whisper, fear crawling up her spine.
His eyes moved to look at her. He seemed to be trying to tell her something with his eyes, but it was no good. She pushed him but he still remained unmoving.
"Severus?" She whined again, hoping that he would move and tell her it was a joke.
"I'm afraid he can not answer you at the moment Miss granger."
Hermione spun on the spot and nearly screamed when she caught sight of the stranger in the corner. She couldn't make out what he looked like because he stood in the dark. But he had an oily voice, a voice that made her feel sick.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she stood in front of the statue Snape.
"That does not matter at the moment. What matters is that I get you to my ma'am." He took a step closer to him and was shocked to find a man in a butler suit. Did wizards still have butlers!
"You are in my home; I think I have the right to know who you are." She said as calmly as she could.
"You are wrong Miss Granger; I am in Professor Snape's rooms, not yours."
Hermione shivered, this man was not going to play fair.
"My name has not been Miss Granger for a while it's is Mrs Snape and I am in our home." She spat out the last few words, not quite able to hold back her temper.
The man growled and moved across the room in a flash. He was standing in front of her, so close that she moved back bumped into her frozen husband.
"What have you done to my husband?" She asked quietly.
"He is not anything to do with you." The stranger spat. "I would never hurt him; the ma'am would not be pleased. He will be fine by tomorrow, by which time it will be to late."
He turned away from her to look at the frozen wizard. He looked him straight in the eyes.
"I would never hurt you sir, but this must be done. She is a Mudblood and the children she bares will be too strong."
Children? What did he mean Children!
"You don't know what you are talking about." She pushed him away, a stupid move she realised the moment she did it.
"I know more than you." He spat. Murmuring a spell and catching the falling form of Hermione.
She felt like her whole body had no bones in it. She couldn't hold herself up any more, she couldn't talk. What has he done!
"You like that, Miss Granger; it is a spell I have come up with by myself. I am rather proud of it I must say."
The stranger walked over to the fire and threw in some floo powder.
"Wow, I like her better like this, much less talking." He was about to step into the green flames when he turned back to look at the frozen Snape. "I am sorry sir, but it had to be done."
With that he was gone.
Inside Hermione screamed, screamed for her love.
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Love ya all,
HC
