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Warning - For 18 and over readers only please. Sexual content and all that. Not work-safe.
When Hermione finally raised her head to meet his eyes, hers were full of tears. "Severus, I…."
"I didn't look," she said, hanging her head again. "I felt awful, running off to do that without even telling you."
"You didn't look?" Severus asked.
"No," she replied quietly.
"How could you not look?" he asked, not hiding the surprise behind his voice.
Hermione's whipped up and she looked him in the eyes. "I didn't look because I felt terrible lying to you."
Severus just shook his head.
"What?" she asked, a little confused.
"You amaze me sometimes, Hermione," he said with a chuckle. She just looked at him, a bit perplexed, so he continued. "You have kept the thought of you being pregnant from me for at least a week, as well as took the actual test, yet when it came time to find out, you didn't."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his analysis. "I suppose that is a bit odd."
"Indeed." Severus reached over and grasped her hands, his face back to a very serious look. "Love, I'm sorry that you felt so awful doing that simply because of me. I wish you would have looked though, so I could know if we were having a child together." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I love you, Hermione, more than I could ever express to you, and I want everything with you, marriage, kids, a giant house in the country with rocking chairs that we grow old in. I know this isn't the typical sort of thing you'd expect from me, but it's the truth, and I see no point in keeping it to myself.
"I know that we're doing everything extremely quickly compared to what is considered 'normal' but it feels right to me," he continued, staring into her teary eyes. "If you are pregnant, I will be unbelievably happy, and if you are not, we can try, if that's what you'd like. I just want to make you happy, love, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get you there. I'm ready when you are to have children, but I do request that if you are indeed pregnant, that we do everything in our power to make this work."
When he said "this" he gestured between the two of them with their intertwined hands. Hermione stared at him for a moment, attempting to blink back her tears, but failed miserably. "Severus, I love you too, and of course I want children with you. I want everything you said… everything. I just needed to hear you say that, I think. I was so nervous, taking that test by myself, and all I could think about was what you would say."
Severus gently removed one hand from hers and brought it to her face, wiping away the tears that started to run down her face. "Don't cry, love. No matter what happens, I will support you in anything you do. I'm here for the long run, and I have an unwavering faith in the decisions you make. Now," he said, grasping her hand again once her cheeks were dry, "did you purchase a Muggle test or one from St. Mungo's?"
"I was going to buy a Muggle one, but they didn't have any in the shop, so I bought a few of the other ones they had."
"Do you still have the first one?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "I couldn't even look at it," she said quietly.
"Are you planning on taking another one sometime soon?" Severus asked, not able to keep the hopefulness away from his voice.
"If you would like me to, yes," Hermione said with a smile.
"I want you to take it when you're ready," he said.
"I'll be ready when you tell me exactly which one to take," she said meekly.
Severus couldn't help but chuckle. "Precisely how many did you buy, love?"
Hermione blushed. "Only six."
Severus had to try very hard to restrain the laughter building in his throat. "Let's see then, shall we?"
Hermione bit her lip and nodded before slowly removing her hands from his, reaching into her pocket, and producing a variety of wizarding pregnancy tests. Severus took a few out of her hands, turning them this way and that.
"Well," he said after examining each one thoroughly, "it depends really on how much you care to know."
"Meaning?" Hermione inquired.
Severus plucked three from the group, holding them up. "These ones, are the simplest of them; they just tell you whether or not you are with child. These," he said, picking up the next two, "tell you if you are pregnant as well as how many babies are in there." He placed the two down before picking up the last one. "And this one tells you all of the above along with the gender of the baby. However, on the last two options, you have to perform a simple spell, it's all in the instructions."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then at the tests, and back to him once again. "What do you think?"
Severus mulled this over for a moment. "I'm not sure. Honestly, I just want to know if you're pregnant or not. Whichever one you choose to use, I support you completely. Hermione, I want you to pick the one that you want."
"Okay," she said quietly, staring back at the tests. "How do you want to do this?"
"Exactly what do you mean?" he asked.
"Did you want me to take the test, and then bring it out here to wait?" she asked. "Or would you prefer to just have me wait in the bathroom for the results and then come and tell you?"
For such a simple question, it took nearly five minutes for Severus to come up with an answer… kind of. "I'm not entirely sure." He took all the boxes and flipped them to the back. "All of them are very quick, no more than a minute or two."
"Do you want me to wait and then tell you myself?" she asked, placing her hand on his.
He stared at her nervously. "For once in my life, I believe I would prefer to hear the results rather than see them. At first of course," he corrected quickly.
Hermione chewed the inside of her lip before releasing his hand, and scooping all of the tests into her arms. "I'll decide in the bathroom," she said.
"Please don't take six hours to decide," Severus said before really having time to think of what was coming out of his mouth.
However, Hermione laughed lightly and kissed his cheek before standing, looking at him nervously, and finally heading to the bathroom. The moment the door closed, Severus let out a large shaky breath. There was a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, and before he knew it, he was on his feet, his cloak thrown carelessly to the couch, and he began pacing the floor. He felt lightheaded and disoriented. In those few moments alone he realized that he was too wrapped up in just being with Hermione that he had failed to notice her never having a period, or paid attention to any eating habits.
He racked his brain for something to confirm or deny that Hermione was pregnant, coming up with nothing and everything to support both sides. He raked both hands through his hair and was just starting to regret the decision to wait when he heard the bathroom behind him open. Severus paused mid-stride, his hands freezing in his hair, his heart pounding almost painfully inside his chest.
"Severus."
Her voice was just over a whisper, but it sounded so loud to him for some reason. He paused only a moment longer before slowly turning to look at her. She was standing just in front of the bathroom door, her arms crossed tightly. He looked to her face and saw tears pouring down her cheeks, her body wracking with the sobs she was trying to contain. He walked to her quickly, but she held out a hand to stop him before his opening arms reached her.
"I - I'm sorry," Hermione said as best she could.
"No, Hermione, there's no reason -."
"Severus," she managed, cutting him off. "I… you…."
He ignored her previous protest and stepped directly in front of her, all thoughts of a baby gone, his hands instantly going to her face, trying to brush away the flowing tears. "Hermione, calm down. You need to breathe. Just breathe."
He felt her nod her head, leaning her forehead against his chest, taking deep shuttering breaths. After a good fifteen minutes, Hermione's breathing slowed, her sobs turning finally turning into silence, but she didn't move away. "I was going to say I'm sorry in advance, Severus."
"What for, love?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair.
"For blaming you," she said simply.
"Blaming me?" he asked. "Blaming me for wha - … Wait. What do you…. Are you saying that…?"
Hermione pulled away back from him, and he was so confused that he barely noticed. "For your answer."
This simply just caused him to become more perplexed, and Hermione would have laughed at the look on his face had it not been for the severity of the situation. Instead of allowing him to answer, Hermione took another step back from him and opened her cloak, allowing it to slide down her shoulders to the floor. Severus couldn't help but instantly look to her body.
"You mean… I said… does that mean… you," Severus stuttered, unable to retain any solid thought.
Hermione stood before him, dressed in nothing but matching bra and panties. Well, including two red bows on her stomach. She nodded slowly, tears once again sliding down her face, a small burst of laughter escaping her. Severus' eyes shot to hers, his wide and surprised.
"You said it had better be twins," she told him.
He looked into her eyes, back to the two bows, and then back to her again. "Are you really…?"
Hermione watched through teary eyes as he stopped mid-sentence, slowly bringing his hand to her stomach. "Severus."
He looked at her in awe, his hand not leaving her stomach. "I'm going to be a father?" he asked.
She nodded. "Congratulations, Daddy," she said, giving him his favorite 100 watt smile.
"I'm going to be a father," he said again, running his hand under each bow, marveling at the fact that life he helped create was growing underneath where he was touching. "Are you all right?"
"I'm perfect," Hermione said honestly, bringing her hand to his cheek. He leaned into her hand, not taking his eyes away from hers. "I'm going to be a mother."
Severus smiled widely as he stared down at her. "Congratulations, Mommy," he said, the smile on his face only growing as he said it.
"Will you do something for me?" she asked.
"Anything," he replied instantly.
Hermione stepped closer to him, taking away the space left between them. "I know we have a lot to discuss, but standing like this in front you, and having all of this happening just makes me want you so badly. Please, Severus, I need you."
"And I won't hurt you, or the… the babies." He could help but let out a small laugh at the thought… babies.
"No," she replied, smiling as well.
With that out of the way, Severus leaned down and molded his lips solidly against Hermione's. He smiled against her lips as she instantly leaned her body against his, her hands sliding into his hair. He slinked his arms around her waist, holding her more tightly against him. Hermione ran her tongue over his bottom lip, seeking the entrance she knew he couldn't resist. She was not disappointed as he obliged her, kissing her back deeply, his tongue mingling with hers before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, causing her to moan.
Hermione couldn't help but rub up against him as his hands found her round bottom, pressing her against his obvious erection. She moaned in appreciation as his hands roamed her back, finding the clasp to her bra before deftly undoing it and throwing it to the floor. Her hands finally left his hair and proceeded down his chest and, upon reaching the hem, broke the kiss in order to drag the shirt up and over his head.
Severus' head fell back and he let out a low moan as Hermione's lips fell to his chest, kissing each inch of skin she could reach, all the while gently raking her nails down his sides. As she reached his collar bone, his hands found her stomach, caressing it lightly before continuing upwards, teasing the underside of her breasts. She groaned as his fingers found her sensitive nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers.
Hermione pressed against him, forcing him to take a step back. She continued to do this until Severus hit the bed. He was so caught up with the feel of her that he didn't notice she had undone his pants until she was actually sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. He kicked out of his shoes quickly before stepping out of his pants. He turned them slowly, pressing Hermione against the bed. One hand left the warmth of her breast and traveled at a snails pace down her stomach to her hip, caressing it.
Hermione's breathing was coming in harsh pants as Severus' hand continued it's path from her slightly protruded hip bone to her leg, sensually running his hand up and down the smooth skin of her thigh. She bit her lip and moaned loudly when he fingers found the seam of her legs, gliding up and down until she obliged him by spreading them. His hand followed the inside of her thigh to the V of her legs, but stopped before reaching where she wanted him to touch the most. He teased the outside of her panty line, running his thumb along her inner thigh. She bucked into his touch, silently begging him to continue forth. Hermione breathing was erratic as his hand ever-so-slowly cupped her sex, allowing his palm to rub over her nether lips.
Severus gave a sharp hiss of breath at the moisture that was collected in her underwear. He stroked her damp panties, reveling in the loud moans and hip thrusts coming from his witch. After a moment, it was too much torture even for him and he pushed the thin fabric aside, bringing his fingers to her soaked entrance.
"Fuck," Hermione moaned as his fingers collected some of her moisture before rubbing it along her clit.
"You're so wet, love," he drawled huskily into her ear. "But such language coming from a lady?"
Hermione didn't miss a beat. "Maybe I deserve to be punished."
Severus growled and quickened his movements, simply allowing his finger to slide easily over her clit, to her entrance, and back again. "I would certainly have to agree with that."
His hand that was not busy with her nether regions came from no where, smacking her solidly on the backside. Hermione let out a surprise squeak, but bucked into his hand, seeking more friction. "Please, Severus," she moaned. "Punish me."
"What do you believe is a proper punishment for your fowl language?" he asked lowly, giving her another smack.
"I think," she said in the low sultry voice he loved so very much, "that you should bend me over this bed and I'm quite sure you know how to punish me from there."
As if to prove her point, her dainty hand grasped his large arousal. He let out a groan as her hand worked him quickly, matching his movements within her underwear. As she sped up he roughly inserted two fingers into her, causing them both to moan aloud.
"Turn around, witch," he said quietly but commanding. Hermione whimpered at the loss of his fingers as he removed them, but moaned as he literally ripped the panties off of her body. "Now," he demanded when she didn't move.
She bit her lip and released his manhood, turning around to face the bed. Severus placed one hand on her hip, the other in between her shoulders. He gripped her hip tightly, pulling back on it as he pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to bend. Her hands found the soft top of the bed as his hand on her shoulder made a slow, sensual trail down her back. He caressed her bottom before once again inserting his hand between her legs and coaxing them apart.
Severus loved her like this, spread out for him to see. He circled two fingers around her entrance, wetting the entire area, eliciting another moan from Hermione. He grabbed his manhood and brought it to her core, teasing her with the tip. She pushed back on him, begging him to enter her. He obliged her and they both let out loud moans as he filled her with one deep trust, completely sheathing himself in her wet sleeve. His hands found her hips and began a slow rhythm, pulling nearly completely out before filling her once more.
"Oh, yes," Hermione called out loudly, "yes, Severus, fuck me, please. I've been such a naughty girl."
He didn't know if he could form a coherent sentence, so he simply groaned at her words before picking up the pace, her bottom smacking into his hips as he filled her. He knew she was close, for her walls were contracting slickly around him. His hand traveled to her front and, collecting her juices, began rubbing circles around her taunt bud. Hermione cried out, throwing her head back, and called her release. Severus watched his member pounding in out of her, the outcome of her release making his cock glisten as it entered her repeatedly. Her walls convulsed around him as he came deeply within her, Hermione milking him for all he had.
His legs were jelly as he wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist, trying to keep her standing as well. They stood there panting for a few moments before Severus stepped back, and Hermione whimpered at the loss of him. He put his hands to her ribs, gently guiding her back up before sidestepping her. He gave her an easy smile before stooping down to pick her up. She laughed lightly as he placed her gingerly on the bed. She scooted over and held out her arm, inviting him to lay with her. He smiled at her again and climbed in the bed.
They both lifted at the same time in order to take down the bed coverings only to scoot underneath them. Hermione rolled to her side and snuggled up to Severus, his arm going around her as she molded herself against him, her head and arm on his chest, her leg over his. He traced patterns along her back and kissed the top of her head as their breathing slowed back to normal. Hermione let out a content sigh as he brushed her hair from her face.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
"Indeed," Severus replied with a smile. "Are you all right?"
"I'm perfect," Hermione replied, kissing his chest. "You?"
Severus shuttered from the sensation of her cool lips against his heated skin. "I've never been better, love, never better."
"We should probably discuss things, Severus," she said with a yawn.
He smiled and stroked her hair, patting it down to rest his cheek atop her head. "Why don't we sleep for a little while and then we'll discuss things. We have a little bit to figure things out. If that's all right with you, of course."
He wasn't sure if she had actually heard him, for he noticed that her breathing was heavy but even. He smiled at the sleeping form of Hermione before silently turning off the lights. He couldn't help but stay awake for just a little longer, his hand traveling down to the part of her stomach he could reach and stroking it lightly.
He knew that whatever was to come was going to be an adventure, maybe not the typical kind, but a good one nonetheless.
A/N: As you can see, I finally decided what I wanted to do. Although I don't think there will be more than a few more chapters, I do hope that you stick with me until the last one. I promise no more cliffies, as well as promising not to end this incomplete or with an extremely odd ending where Hermione ends up having twin aliens. Review please!!!