Chapter re-vamped 2/3/2015
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WARNING: This chapter contains some artfully written smut. You can thank me later.
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Severus watched the class of inept third years practically run from his classroom. The scent of their fear and stupidity permeated the air, causing him to curl his lip in disgust. Eyeing the potion vials on his desk he could tell without testing them that not a single one would pass muster. His patience was about gone and the next student who looked at him wrong was going to wish they had never been conceived. It was indeed a small mercy that the third years had been his last class of the day and thank Merlin on a Friday.
Leaving the classroom behind, the Potions Master strode down the hall and deeper into the dungeons, into his domain. Reaching his rooms Severus quickly gave the password to a portrait of Medusa, stepping through the portrait hole without further thought.
Nimble fingers casually popped the buttons on his outer robe before shucking the garment and tossing it onto the couch in his sitting room, loafers following shortly after. Stripping off his shirt Severus threw it on top of his robe and wandered barefoot over to the small bar situated in the corner. The cold stone under his feet felt good after a long day filled with idiots wasting his time. Grabbing a bottle of Cognac from the glass shelf above him Severus poured two fingers of the golden liquid into the glass tumbler, then thought better of it and poured more.
Not bothering to return the bottle to it's place, Severus grabbed the glass and headed to his desk, snatching a pack of smokes from the bar drawer. Settling himself into his chair, he lit a cigarette and simultaneously reached for the unsealed letters that lay upon his desk. Several of them were junk that he didn't bother even opening, but the last two gave him pause. The first was a run of the mill request from another member of the Potions Guild, asking for his opinion on a experimental potion. Severus may have been a black sheep on the edge of the Wizarding Community but all the Potions Guild saw was a brilliant Potions Master, the youngest to attain his mastery in nearly eighty-five years.
Severus decided to go over the request in detail later, after he had relaxed. Pulling a long drag from his cigarette, Severus reached for the second letter and pulled at the seal. Setting the cigarette on the ashtray to his left he unfolded the letter, noticing the lack of writing on the page. The note was short, brisk and set him on edge.
Professor Snape,
Your mumblings have merit, we need to talk.
Blaise Zabini
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Hermione fidgeted in her chair, trying not to pee herself. Blaise Zabini once again sat across from her, grilling her about the newest assignment. Draco Malfoy sat next to him, silent as always although every now and then he threw his two knuts in. Throwing up her hands she cut Blaise off, her voice strained.
"Hold that thought, give me five minutes. I really need to use the loo."
She ignored the smirk on Blaise's face, not caring what caused it as she tore through the stacks of books and straight to the loo, strategically placed near Madam Pince's office. Closing the door she locked it before lifting her skirt and dropping her panties. Hermione groaned with relief as she emptied her bladder, cursing the constriction her uterus placed on her bladder.
Looking down at her stomach, Hermione smiled with pleasure. She may of hated her new bathroom schedule but every rush to the loo was worth it. The last few weeks had caused a rapid change in her growing stomach. It was now slightly distended, and looked like she had cut a ball in half and stuck one half under her shirt. Hermione had not gained any weight but because of her slight figure the baby was distinctly visible. Pulling her skirt up she tucked her shirt tails in, frustrated at how her shirt stretched over her stomach. Every time she raised her arms the damn thing came un-tucked and exposed her growing belly. So far nobody had taken notice but if she wasn't careful it was only a matter of time.
After washing her hands Hermione ran her fingers through her hair and headed back toward the two Slytherins.
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Blaise laughed as Hermione hurried off toward the loo. It was the third time this had happened in the last week. He kind of felt bad for her but it just furthered his prediction. In reality this was just icing on the cake. A few days earlier he had spotted her reaching for a book that rested on a shelf just out of her reach. He hadn't been spying on her although he had been coming around the corner to bother her per usual. When Hermione had reached for the book while on her toes, her uniform shirt had become un-tucked, flashing Blaise a good view of her swollen belly.
Turning to Draco he waved his hand in the direction Hermione had gone.
"What did I tell you? Poor girl must be suffering."
Draco shook his head before running his hands through his platinum locks. Although he agreed Professor Snape had a right to know, he didn't think they should be interfering. Since the war Draco had been working extra hard at keeping his thoughts to himself and keeping out of things that didn't concern him. Resting his forearms on the table he looked at his housemate.
"It's really none of our business. I'm sure Granger will tell him on her own, in due time."
Blaise shook his head.
"Professor Snape has time to meet with us on Sunday, he's already replied. We'll tell him what we know and let him take it from there."
Draco sat up, an incredulous look on his face.
"Us? We? Last I checked it was you and you."
Before Blaise could reply Hermione came around the corner, the pinched look of strain gone from her smiling face. Sitting down she adjusted her robes and turned to the two Slytherins.
"Hope I didn't take too long."
Blaise shook his head, giving her his winning smile.
"Not at all, we're the ones intruding on your personal time. Shall we continue?"
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Later that evening Hermione squished herself between Ron and the arm of the couch, before throwing her feet across his and Harry's laps. Her stomach was pleasantly full and body felt so relaxed it was practically numb.
Harry flicked his wand, summoning the chess board off the floor. Settling it on Hermione's outstretched legs he and Ron began to set up their game, Hermione's slight humming in their ears.
Harry made the first move and looked over to Hermione.
"Have you thought anything else out?"
Hermione nodded, hands resting on her stomach.
"A few names, mostly girls. Why are some boys names so stupid? I've also been thinking about schooling."
Ron raised an eyebrow at the last statement.
"Schooling? Hermione, isn't that a little premature? Besides, won't he or she go to Hogwarts?"
Hermione shrugged and reached out to play with his hair.
"It's never too early for education. As far as Hogwarts goes, it's wonderful here but there are some other wonderful and fully qualified schools. Other options as it were. However I have decided one thing for sure."
Harry watched as Ron made a move and smirked at his scowl when Harry took his Knight.
"What would that be?"
"Their first bedtime story, The Three Brothers."
Ron nodded, his bishop advancing toward Harry's side of the board.
"Good choice, but remind me again. How does it go?"
Hermione smiled.
"There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely winding road, at twilight. In time the brothers reached a river…"
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Sunday morning once again found Hermione in the library but this time it was recreational reading that drove her. Her work was done, papers graded and lesson plans reviewed for the next two weeks. Tomorrow afternoon she would be leading her first third year class and depending on how that went would determine if she would be taking on the fourth year class that occupied her first free period. So far she had led twelve first year classes and eight second year classes without a hitch.
Admittedly Hermione had been nervous at first but refused to show it. According to Professor McGonagall the students could smell fear like a werewolf smelled blood. Peering at the books in her hand she made a quick decision between the two before putting one back. Once again Howgarts: A History had won out. As she laid the book on the checkout desk for Madam Pince she couldn't help but be amazed at how fast time had gone by. Here it was Halloween and furthermore she had forgotten about the blasted holiday though in her defense, she'd forgotten her own birthday. Earlier that morning she, Harry and Ron had looked bewildered at each other, when a couple passing first years had been giggling about the upcoming feast that night.
Grabbing the book from the librarian she gave a nod in thanks and left the harpy's domain, still in thought. Hermione wished she could attribute her complete disregard for the day with her apprenticeship, class work or her pregnancy but truth was, she had just plain forgot. With the war over, the enemy decimated and the lack of surprises Hermione had indeed grown complacent. She was loathe to admit it but sometimes she didn't even bother looking at her calendar, let alone what time it was. She just didn't care about the passage of time right that moment, it was trivial compared to what she had been through in the last year. She just wanted to relax, all worries set aside.
Arriving back at the common room she deposited the borrowed book in her room before poking her head into Ron's and then Harry's room. She found the two boys laying about on the floor, arguing about the Chudley Cannons once again. As one they both looked at her, identical smiles gracing their rugged features. Sometimes she caught herself wondering when her best friends had stopped being boys and suddenly became men.
"Ready for dinner?"
Ron jumped to his feet, Harry following shortly. Who was she kidding, they were always ready for food. In the hall she stood between them and grabbing an arm on either side of her, Hermione let them lead her down to the Great Hall. The halls were a bit crowded as they descended, all the students seemingly having a simultaneous thought. Food and fun.
"Let's just hope there isn't a troll this year. I certainly could do without troll bogies on my wand."
Hermione laughed at Harrys' off handed comment before returning her own.
"I don't fancy hiding under a sink either."
Ron turned to her, a too serious look on his face.
"Have no fear fair maidens, I'm here to protect you."
It took only a moment for Hermione to bust out laughing as Harry asked quizzically, "Was I just called a maiden?"
Hermione patted the confused raven on the head before ruffling his hair.
"Don't worry about it love. Let's get some dinner."
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Severus watched the students enjoying their meal, the noise within the Great Hall near deafening. His eyes kept traveling over to the Slytherin table where Zabini sat between Draco and Greengrass. The blonde never looked his way, he was too smart for that. Before he could register the change he found himself eyeing the Gryffindor table, specifically a bushy haired brunette. Her head was tilted back in amusement, laughter obviously falling from her parted lips. An odd feeling enveloped his stomach as Severus realized he had never heard the Gryffindor Princess laugh, not once.
Eyeing her complexion he noticed her cheeks were rosy, the sickness that had ailed her a month ago appeared to be gone. She chattered and laughed more freely, talking with her hands as she regaled some tale or another to the Longbottom heir. Finally he could take it no more and dropped his linen napkin onto his plate before rising and slipping into the Great Hall's side chamber.
Barely three minutes passed before Zabini and Draco entered the room from the main hall. They stopped in front of him, Draco appearing disinterested and the Zabini boy barely containing his excitement.
"What is it you wanted Zabini? I wasn't aware my ramblings were your business."
Draco shot Blaise an 'I told you so' look before turning to his Godfather.
"I apologize Severus. He just couldn't keep his nose to himself."
Blaise grimaced at his Head of House's tone before reaching into his robes and pulling out a folder. Holding it out to Severus he tried not to look too excited.
"I swiped it from Madam Pomfrey's office a few weeks back and made a copy. Draco here was my unknowing accomplice. Those tremors of his make a great distraction."
Draco made a disgusted noise as Severus raised his eyebrow. Snatching files from the school nurse, he wasn't surprised at all.
Flipping open the file his eyes were immediately drawn to the name at the top; Hermione Jean Granger. Below it was the usual, height, weight, sex, allergies. He skimmed the generic stuff, records of old injuries, her petrification and the Polyjuice accident. Raising his head he sent a look at Zabini, the question written all over his face.
Zabini nodded toward the file.
"Keep reading, you'll see. There's a picture too."
Severus disregarded a few papers, not caring about her dental records, nor her muggle vaccinations. He paused, eyes zeroing in on a green slip of paper.
Blaise noticed when his professor saw it, the way his body went rigid. To be honest he felt bad, springing it on him like this but Blaise knew that written facts would be better than his verbal testimony.
As fast as the moment of weakness happened, it disappeared. Snapping the file shut Severus flicked his drawn wand and watched it evaporate into thin air. He cast a cold glance at Zabini, his jaw clenched. The threat fell easily from his lips.
"You tell a soul and it will be the very last thing you do."
Draco nodded and grabbed Blaise by the back of his collar, pulling his toward the door.
"I'll keep this fool quiet Uncle Severus. See you later."
Blaise balked at his unceremonious treatment all the way out the door, grappling with the hand that held his collar firmly. Severus waited until they had excited the chamber before his rage boiled over and the look on his face became ferocious. Ms. Granger was pregnant, just over four months along and had an appointment on Wednesday to find out the sex of her baby. Correction, their baby.
Would she have told him? Before the pregnancy had become noticeable and ousted her secret anyway? Would she of lied to him, tried to pretend it wasn't his? Severus was by no means an expert on Hermione Granger but he knew without a doubt that she didn't just hop into bed with anyone. Too prissy and proper for that.
Running a hand through his hair Severus tried to calm down. He had never really envisioned himself as a father, never thought he would care but for some reason he was angry, riled up. Anger would do him no good, Granger would only respond in kind and get him nowhere. However finesse would get him exactly what he needed. Good thing he had plenty of it, Voldemort could attest to that.
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Hermione headed back toward Gryffindor tower, wanting to change and get comfortable before Harry and Ron invaded her room. Earlier they had demanded to trade ridiculous baby names while watching muggle movies from a pensieve. Hermione rubbed her neck and rolled her shoulders with a sigh. It was her own fault, she'd created a couple of monsters and would have to deal with it.
As she turned a corner, Hermione let out a muffled shriek from behind the calloused hand that covered her mouth. A vice like grip grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms and yanking her back against a hard body, into the darkness of a tapestry covered alcove.
Warm breath tickled her ear as the blood pounded in her veins, adrenaline running high.
"You have some explaining to do Ms. Granger."
Hermione froze, all struggles falling from her body as she recognized the husky baritone ringing in her ears. With one swift move Severus has Hermione's small body between him and the wall, his form pressing hers into the cool stone. She looked up at him, eyes wide with apprehension. Severus returned her stare and smirked, burying his left hand in her hair while his right framed her head against the wall.
"Explaining Professor? I'm not sure I understand."
Severus pressed himself closer, a feral grin on his face.
"Sure you do Ms. Granger. Did you think I wouldn't find out? The better question I think, is did you ever plan to tell me?"
Hermione cursed under her breath, she should have known. It was just too much to ask, to get a little more time. Clearing her throat she nodded almost imperceptibly.
"I would have."
Severus nodded back, dipping his head into the crook of her neck as he sought her intoxicating scent.
"When would that of been exactly?"
Hermione mumbled something incoherently as she tried to keep her mind off the lack of personal space they were experiencing.
"I didn't hear you Ms. Granger. Repeat that for me?"
"I'm not sure. When I had the courage I suppose."
Severus grinned into her neck and ran his tongue along her collar bone, causing her to shiver. Pulling back he stared at her long and hard.
"Am I that intimidating?"
Hermione shook her head. What was going on? Severus Snape was not a man to fly off the handle however she seriously doubted he was this calm for no reason. How long had he known?
"That's not it. I just didn't know how to approach you. I suppose however you found out saved me the worry."
Severus now had both hands buried in her hair, a firm grip on the silky locks.
"I suppose it's a good thing I found you then."
His lips crashed down on hers, making Hermione gasp at the sudden contact. They were warm, teasing and everything she remembered. With little hesitation and without coaching Hermione reached up and gripped Severus's shoulders, arching into him. Severus responded by pushing her back into the wall with his upper body.
Slowly his hands left her hair and trailed down her torso, coming to a firm grip on her ass. Squeezing slightly he lifted her up and instinctively Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. She left out a muffled moan when his hips met hers, Severus's arousal grinding into her core. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, moist panties the only thing between her heated flesh and Severus's cloth covered erection.
Ending the kiss Hermione gasped for breath as Severus grinned, biting her neck.
"Careful Ms. Granger, you could very well draw attention to us. We are not well hidden."
Biting her lip Hermione screwed her eyes shut, her breathing labored and uneven. The sensations running through her body left her numb with pleasure, her neurons struggling to process the almost foreign sensations. Threading her fingers into his hair she pushed his mouth closer to her neck and jerked slightly when he bit her once more, a bite that was bound to leave a mark. She couldn't help it when his name came out on a low moan.
"Severus…"
Severus's cock jerked in anticipation, the sound of his name on her lips sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. Before he got carried away anymore he pulled back, panting slightly. Hermione's eyes were glazed over, her pink lips swollen and bruised, her chest rising and falling in an uneven staccato. Red bite marks covered her left shoulder and neck, standing out against her pale skin.
Pulling a hand from her bunched skirt Severus ran it down the outside of her thigh, around her knee and back up the inside. Securing Hermione's body between himself and the wall he removed his other hand and let it follow the same pattern until both were rhythmically massaging her thighs.
Every few grips he rotated his hips, grinding his cock into her open thighs. The motion caused Hermione to let out small keening cries and buck her hips in return. One hand stopped it's motions and Severus let his fingers play with the edge of her panties. He was pleasantly surprised by the hairless skin he found under the lacy garment. Grinding into her once more Severus held back a shudder. When he opened his mouth, the voice that spoke was no better than a guttural growl.
"Do you want more Ms. Granger?"
Hermione made an unrecognizable sound as she squirmed beneath him, her hands bunched in the front of his robes, and her hips undulating against him.
"I didn't hear that Ms. Granger."
Her voice was barely a whisper as she murmured a reply.
"Oh yes…"
Severus ground into her with such force the young witch cried out, the sound echoing off the walls of the alcove. The finger that had been playing idly with the edge of Hermione's panties delved deeper, brushing across her clit. The Gryffindor's body jerked suddenly with the unexpected bolt of pleasure.
Severus leaned into her again, his talented lips going once more for her throat. His fingers continued to play artfully with her clit, the pressure just enough to get a rise out of the young woman but not nearly enough to give her the pleasure she begged for.
"How much more do you want Ms. Granger?"
The questions was muffled but Hermione heard it clearly. Her hands released their grip on Severus's robes and slowly traveled downward until she gripped the buckle on his trousers. Delicate hands undid the metal clasp as she replied.
"All of it, I want it all."
Severus made a tsking noise, his unoccupied hand burying itself in her hair allowing him to pull her head to the side and expose the left side of her neck better. Hermione's hands were now working on the buttons to his trousers a certain haste driving her movements. Her knuckles grazed his cloth covered cock daintily as she worked at the buttons, the swollen appendage making it harder to maneuver the already stretched material.
"Be specific Ms. Granger."
Severus bit down on her neck once again causing her body to jerk under him, her fingers temporarily distracted. He pulled back from her neck and gazed down into her clouded eyes, her swollen lips begging to be kissed.
"Now what is it you really want?"
Hermione swallowed hesitantly, a sudden shyness taking over for a moment. Severus frowned before applying pressure to her clit with two fingers. A moan erupted from her throat, the sound ragged and torn. Hermione met his gaze as she cupped her hands around his still constricted cock before she replied.
"I want your cock. Fuck me Severus, please….."
Her confession made him grin. Removing his fingers from her clit he felt satisfaction when Hermione made a sound of loss, a whimper. He nipped at her ear and carefully unwound his hand from her curls.
"Your defiance is cute, exciting even. Defy me like this again and I won't be pleased. From now on, especially in this matter; I want truth between us."
Smiling cruelly he continued.
"I'm not in the mood anymore."
Before Hermione could register what happened her bare ass was seated on the cold stone floor, her body aching terribly and Severus nowhere in sight. Groaning she squeezed her thighs together, another whimper leaving her throat.
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Hermione lifted her hand and ran it over her thigh, drifting under her bunched skirt and parting her thighs. Her other hand slipped into her blouse, gripping a sensitive and swollen breast tightly. A groan slipped from her mouth, shivers wracking her body as two fingers pinched and rolled her clit once more. Her flesh was sensitive and aching. Squeezing her breast Hermione's fingers encircled the nipple.
A whimper fell from her lips as Hermione carefully slipped one finger, then two inside herself. Muscles clenched tightly around the digits and evidence of her arousal covered her hand and inner thighs. With a short flick her wrist the pads of her fingers scraped her inner walls eliciting a small cry from her. Biting her lip the Gryffindor continued her ministrations, her other hand leaving her breast and traveling south to her clit.
Pressure was building inside her, sweet tension gripping her muscles. At this point Hermione didn't care who saw her with her legs spread wide, breasts exposed and fingers vigorously pleasuring herself. A third finger penetrated her flesh, stretching aching muscles with an agonizing bliss. Hermione's eyes drifted closed and in her head she could see Severus above her like before; muscles tense and fingers gripping tightly.
The fingers pinching her clit became rougher as his had been and the hand penetrating her cunt suddenly felt like his cock driving into her. Hermione's breath hitched, coming in pants; she was near to crying when suddenly she shattered. Her body bowed and the shriek that came from her throat pierced the eerie silence.
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Severus's grip became almost painful, fingers circled around the base of his cock. The appendage was stiffer than it had ever been, the head turning purple and veins straining under the skin. His pants rested around his thighs, and his other hand was fisted in the tails of his shirt. Though he had left Hermione wanting, he was very much in the mood; hence the use of a good disillusionment charm.
He stood outside the small alcove listening to her pant and cry while imagining his hand was her cunt sucking hungrily at his cock. Inside the alcove he could hear her; whimpers and groans echoing off the stone. Severus's hearing had always been good, he could practically hear the suction of her cunt on her fingers, and in his head he envisioned it on his cock. How many fingers was she using? Two, three? Four even?
Easing his grip slightly Severus hissed as blood rushed back to the head of his cock. Sliding his hand up the shaft he groaned only to bring it back down on Hermione's latest whimper. The faster her cries came the faster his hand moved until he was resting on the edge of orgasm. Inside the alcove Hermione let out a scream and Severus tightened his hand, imagining her cunt clenching around him. With a groan he came, semen covering his hand; up onto his shirt and dripping to the floor.
Grinning lazily he hoped they could do this again.
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