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Severus POV

The feeling of her body on his was heavenly, running his hands along her soft curves he had to force himself to stop.

"Hermoine, we should stop. Sex is what got us into this, we need to focus on a relationship." Hermoine slid off his lap and pouted.

"Severus… you have no idea how horny pregnancy has made me. There is way too many hormones going on within my body right now, please touch me." He groaned, laying her down on the couch.

"You are going to be the death of me." Running his hands along her smooth legs, inching closer to her center.

She spread her legs and he could see the small scrap of black lace between her legs. "Fuck witch, you have no idea how beautiful you are." With a smirk, she pulled off her dress.

She had been prepared for this, starting off as a virgin she had no idea what to expect. But if he did not touch her tonight, she was going to go crazy. A matching black lace set, barely covering her growing breasts. Her baby bump had gotten even bigger since the last time he saw it, it made her even more beautiful.

"So where should I touch you?" He needed to regain some of the control in this situation before he lost himself, he was already painfully hard.

Starting with her feet he slowly ran his hands up her body, barely grazing over her center.

"Please Severus, I need you." With a snap of his fingers, both her bra and panties disappeared. Leaving her completely bare for him. He reached out to cup her soft breasts in his hands, knowing they would be very sensitive.

The moment he touched her she let out a loud moan, trying to shift her hips for any sort of relief. Rubbing the hard tip of her nipple, she almost came right there.

"Severus, touch my pussy please!" He smirked, "Well since you asked so nicely."

He could see how wet she was already, dripping out of her slit. He knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge, using one of his long fingers he found her clit immediately.

The moment he touched her clit he knew she was close, flicking it just a few times sent her over the edge. She came with a scream of his name, her wild mane of hair sparking as she relaxed into the couch.

She reached up and started to work on the buttons of his shirt, getting almost halfway before he noticed.

"Hermoine stop, there are parts of my body that I would rather you didn't see."

"But I want to pleasure you…" She reached to unbutton his pants.

"Hermoine I said stop! Perhaps it is time for you to go." She stared at him in stock before grabbing her dress and running (as fast as she could) out of the room.

He watched her go in shock, how had he completely fucked this up again?

Yes, the war was over, and she knew he was dark… it was much different for her to see the damage to his body. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeve he rolled it up to see the dark mark, once the Dark Lord fell it had burned itself into his skin. Forever to be a reminder of what he did in the war.

His back was littered in scars from too many curses, and from too many beatings. He could never expose someone so pure and good to his darkness.

A tabby cat patronus appeared through his door with a message, "Severus, I need a calming draught immediately for Hermoine. I don't know what you did, but she is in the middle of a panic attack in the main hallway." A moment passed and the message trailed off, "Mr. Malfoy, please get that wand from her before she harms herself or others!"

Summoning the bottle from his storage closet and grabbing her forgotten cloak he ran up the hall to the great staircase.

"I can't stop! Harry is in danger, take me! Kill me and spare him!" She was yelling hysterically, tears flowing down her face. Her beautiful red dress had a rip up the side and she was barefoot.

"Hermoine! Harry is fine, the war is over. Please calm down, this is not good for you or the baby!"

"I'm just a mudblood, please, just kill me." She whimpered, still stuck in her panic attack.

He sent a very mild stunning charm and she fell to the ground. Harry had caught her before the fall did any damage. Pouring the small vial down her throat, he needed to remove himself from the situation.

Handing her cloak to Minerva, he turned to leave. "Severus, what happened tonight? You're a mess." In his haste to leave he had not fixed the buttons on his shirt, and the cuff of his left arm was open.

"I must go, please watch over her tonight so she doesn't wake up in another attack. Here is a second calming draught, too much will hurt Seb… the baby."

As he turned to leave, he felt a stinging jinx hit the back of his leg, he knew exactly who sent that.

"Miss Weasley, 5 points from Gryffindor for jinxing a professor."

"Sure, take points. But that doesn't explain to us what happened tonight. Do you not know how excited she was for this? How she went out and purchased this dress JUST for this evening? You better hope that attack did not harm your son!"

"I know." He turned to leave and rushed down the stairs as fast as he could. Once locked in his own chambers he felt tears fall down his face. How was he going to explain this to her? Why would she want a relationship with someone so broken and scarred?

Sorry for the short chapter! I wanted to get something out before I headed into work. I promise another chapter soon!

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