June

Snapes' family home

One Saturday evening

There was someone knocking insistently at the front door, so Tiffany stopped doing the preparations for dinner and went to open it – getting immediately displeased by who she saw standing on the front porch.

"You," said the elf, bitterly.

"I need to talk to Delacour! It's urgent!" exclaimed the woman on the porch.

"Tiffany doesn't think her Mistress would like to talk to the liked of you. Have a good night," and Tiffany started closing the door.

"No! Please! It truly is an emergency!" the woman held the door open, sounding desperate.

Severus, recognizing her voice, stood up from the armchair where he had been reading a potions magazine and walked to the door.

"Severus? You're here!" the woman exclaimed, surprised, "So the rumours are true."

"I don't listen to rumours, Cassie, as you very well know. Why are you here?" he asked, truly curious to know what could've happened to make her to knock on Florence's door.

Rosmerta crossed her arms, looking at him, "I've never hid I hate Florence, but... it's my father," her voice broke, "He's not well, and she's a healer; people in the village say she's a good one."

Florence was walking out of the library when she saw her husband at the door, and then her eyes fell on the woman on their porch, and her veela jumped inside her mind, growling in jealously for the first time in years. She walked to the door, stopping beside Severus, "What's happening here?"

"It's my father," quickly explained Rosmerta, "He's very sick, but he refuses to go to the hospital. My mother is the only person he wants looking after him, that's why I came. We think he's got Dragon Pox."

Florence immediately took a step away from the door, her hand going to her round four-month-pregnant belly, in a protective move.

You can't go. Severus said through their bond.

I know. Florence replied.

Rosmerta didn't miss that, "You're pregnant," she easily concluded, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

"Yes," Florence said, not giving her any more information, "Have you had any contact with your father?"

"No," Rosmerta shook her head, "Once he fell ill, I started to man the pub for him; only my mother looks after him. I'm not even living with them at the moment."

Florence visibly relaxed.

"Dragon Pox is extremely dangerous for an unborn baby. For that reason: I'm sorry, but I can't go see your father in person. However... we can give you something to help him heal," she looked at her husband, "Get ten vials of the new Pepper Up we made last week and one of the golden Restorative Draught."

Severus nodded and went down to the lab, wondering if it was safe to leave the two women alone at the door.

Rosmerta looked at Florence in anger, her eyes falling on the ring on her finger.

"He married you," she said, not hiding her fury.

"I'm not discussing my private life with you, Cassiopeia," Florence sharply replied, "The fact that you're on my doorstep tells me your father is indeed very sick, and I'd never deny treatment to any person," she paused, "Not even to you."

Rosmerta added acidly: "Congratulations on getting a hole in a condom without him seeing it."

Florence smirked and moved closer to the other woman, "Condom? Severus's has never worn a condom with me."

That had Rosmerta going red and fisting her hands in anger.

"Here it is," said Severus walking to the door with a box in his hands and looking from one woman to another, sensing something had happened while he was gone.

Florence took the box from his hands and gave it to Rosmerta.

"Give your father the golden potion first. Then wait three hours and give him one of these Red potions; he has to take one of those daily. Within the next 24 hours he could take two of those, but do not do that for more than a day. This is a modified Pepper Up, it's been successfully used for Dragon Pox at St. Mungus. And if your mother shows any symptoms, you can get her the same treatment."

"Alright. How much do I owe you?" Rosmerta looked at the couple in front of her, clearly annoyed.

"Nothing," Florence said, "If your father doesn't get at least a little better within the next thirty-six hours, you must take him to the hospital."

"We will," Rosmerta replied, noticing how Severus had an arm around Florence's waist, "Have a good night."

"Oh, I will," replied Florence with a smile, before closing the door and walking to the living room to sit down.

"O-kay," Severus drawled, walking after his wife, "What happened while I was gone?"

"She congratulated me on successfully ripping up a condom to get your baby. So I let her know you've never worn a condom to fuck me."

He smiled at her revengeful spirit, "I'd never deprive myself from covering you in my cum," he whispered, sitting beside her on the sofa and making her sit across his lap, "And why didn't you charge her?" he touched her face.

"You know I never charge anyone. The hospital pays me more than enough for my potions. Why would I charge her?" Florence frowned.

"For... you know... the past," he shrugged.

"You're as much to blame as her for... the past," she pointed out.

"True. And you're sounding jealous, love," he caressed her lips with his thumb.

"She's had you, kissed and touched you, and I don't like that," she straddled him, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling his head back.

"If you'll be angry at every woman I've ever fucked-" he chuckled.

"Shut up, Severus," she glared at him, "You're making me angry," then she kissed him violently, rubbing her centre on his clothed dick.

"I'm just glad Black's in jail," he moved a hand under her dress, "Otherwise I'd end up killing him for having touched you."

She laughed, "Really? You're bothered by that?"

"You used to tell me constantly how he made you scream in pleasure," he muttered angrily.

She laughed harder, "And you believed me?" she kissed his jaw, going to his ear, whispering: "I tried, Severus, more than once, right on this sofa. He kissed and touched-"

"I don't want to hear it, Florence!" Severus growled, pulling her down by the hips onto his lap, making her feel his hard cock under his trousers.

And she whispered: "He used to do that too, rub his covered dick between my legs."

"Enough, wife!" Severus fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her face to his and taking her lips violently.

But I've never fucked him, Sev. She told him through their bond.

"What?" He exclaimed out loud, stopping their kiss.

She bit his bottom lip and shook her head, "I've never had any other man fuck me. Just you."

He looked into her emerald eyes, trying to sense if she could be lying, but... she wasn't. He quickly made her lie on the sofa, getting on top of her, being careful to not press onto her lower belly.

"So you're saying... no other man has ever touched you like this," he moved a hand under her dress, pressing his fingers between her legs.

"Well, like this, yes, but it was never as pleasurable as your touches..." she whispered.

He stood up, picking her up in his arms and going to the library, needing to have her moaning in his arms.

But they were stopped by one of the twins.

"What are you two doing?" James asked, very displeased by what he was seeing.

"I'm taking your mother to the library to do some... reading before dinner," Severus replied.

James rolled his eyes, "Right. I'm not stupid, dad," and he walked upstairs, finding Nick at the top, "They are at it. Again."

"Oh, no!" they heard Nicholas reply.

Florence looked at her husband and they laughed, while he carried her into the library and locked the door, casting a silencing spell as well.

He laid her on the new and bigger sofa they had recently put there, and kissed her lips deeply, his hands unbuttoning her dress, caressing her breasts, making her moan in his mouth.

"So you're all mine," he whispered, kissing down her neck, touching her jade necklace and filling his mouth with a breast.

"All yours," she gasped, reminding him: "We don't have much time, Sev... soon your mother will bring Liz back and dinner-"

He quickly pulled her dress off of her and moved his head between her legs, "Fucking delicious smell," he groaned before pulling her knickers with both hands, ripping them apart, and using his thumbs to open her pussy lips.

"Fuck!" She moaned, holding his head and moving herself on his tongue, "No other man has ever done this to me- ooohh- only you."

He growled, kneeling between her legs to lower his pants, thrusting his hard cock into her forcefully.

Florence arched and moaned, nearly cumming when he moved his head to her nipples, sucking and biting on them.

"Move harder, Sev. Fuck me," she begged.

And he did as she wanted, feeling her pussy clenching on him by his third hard thrust.

"Cumming so fast on my dick, princess," he sucked hard on her nipple, biting on the hard tip.

She screamed and bucked under him, the pleasure taking over her body while he held her in place and kept thrusting into her quivering body.

He moved into her harder, the feeling of her pussy sucking on his cock had him losing control very fast. So he put his dick deep inside of her and let his orgasm take over him; making her arch and cum again by the feeling of his cock throbbing and spilling cum inside of her.

He kissed her lips slowly, both breathing hard.

"You're all fucking mine."

"Yes, I am," she whispered, breathlessly, touching his face.

And they kissed for long minutes, just enjoying each other's touches and the post-orgasmic bliss.

Then there were knocks on the door, and James was shouting: "HEY, are you done reading? Grandma and Liz are home! I don't want my sister to be traumatized at the age of four!"

Florence giggled, "What are we going to do with that boy?"

"Lie about his age and send him to Durmstrang this year?" replied Severus, getting up and putting his dick back into his pants.

"Sev! He'll be just nine in October! Plus, we'd have to send Nick too," Florence sat on the sofa, using her wand to clean up the wet mess between her legs.

"Yeah. And Nick's a good kid."

"James is good too. He's just... impulsive and doesn't think much about consequences. Now, who does he remind me of?" she asked sarcastically.

Severus looked at her, "I get it, wife; but he's not entirely my fault, you know?" he kissed her, helping her sit up and put on her dress, "Let's hope little Chris takes after Nick," he touched her round belly, sending the baby his love, "Now, I have that little shit to deal with," he said, opening the door, "James!"

"I'll go upstairs to see Liz and your mother," said Florence, kissing him briefly.

Severus watched his beautiful wife walking upstairs and then he called his son again: "James. Come here!"

"What?" the boy asked, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of juice, "That was a very fast reading, wasn't it, dad?" he asked, cheekily, once he saw his mother wasn't around.

"Later tonight I'll take my time with your mother, don't you worry," Severus replied, knowing his son would hate to hear that.

And James frowned, predictably displeased, setting his empty glass on the table with more strength than necessary.

"Come here, James," Severus said, amicably this time, sitting on the living room sofa and motioning the boy to sit with him, "And call your brother here, please."

James sat on the sofa, eyeing his father unhappily, and used his bond with his brother:

Get down here, Nick. Dad wants to talk to us.

Why me? You're the one who talked back at him for making love to mom. Replied Nick.

Can you just shut it? Dad wants you here. Get here!

Fine!

"He's coming," said James, looking anywhere but at his father.

In less than a minute, Nicholas appeared, "What is it, dad?"

"Sit down, Nick," he waited for his son to sit beside his twin, "Let me share with you two how I also hated the way my father treated my mother."

"He was kissing, touching and- reading with her all the time too?" asked James, angrily.

"No," Severus shook his head, "He was always hitting, insulting and abusing her."

The twins inhaled sharply, shocked.

"Your father hit grandma Lyn?" whispered Nicholas.

"Yes, son. Almost every day. And when she wasn't home and I was on vacation from school... he used to hit me too."

"How old were you, dad?" asked James, horrified.

"Younger than you are now," he paused as the twins looked at each other and probably talked through their bond, "Look, boys, you two – specially you Jamie – have never liked the way I'm always loving on your mother. And I get it. You had Flor all for yourselves for three years of your lives. But the truth is you take for granted the way I am with her. Some kids don't get to have that."

The twins looked at him and then Nicholas spoke: "We're sorry you and grandma had to go through that, dad."

"But..." added James, making a disgusted face, "Mum is... mum! I don't want you doing wrong things to her."

Severus laughed, "They are not wrong, James. They are adult things. You'll grow up and want to do those things too."

"Yeah, to a girl my age! Not to somebody's mother!" James sounded outraged.

"Well, for you to become a father, your wife has to become somebody's mother," said Severus.

James looked at him with a frown, unable to discredit his father's logic.

So Severus continued: "And kissing and hugging are ways I show your mother that I love her."

"Dad?" said Nick, sounding a little worried.

"What is it, Nick?"

"I don't want to do- wrong things to girls."

"They're not wrong, Nick..." repeated Severus.

"No," the boy interrupted, "What I means is... boys, I think I'd prefer to do those things to boys."

"Same rules apply: you'll show love, you'll kiss and hug and when you have kids, they won't like seeing you kissing your husband just like you don't like seeing me kissing your mother," he paused. "Just know this, boys: I would never touch Florence with anything but love."

James snorted, "Because she'd kill you if you did."

"Yes," Severus nodded, "And because I love her."

The twins laughed but James seemed to still be a little upset.

"I know you love mum... but I don't like knowing you do things to her."

"All I can say is that I never do anything she doesn't like," Severus said honestly, unaware of how much those words would sound wrong to the boys' ears.

They both looked at him completely disgusted.

"That's it, dad!" complained Nicholas, getting up from the sofa, "Unnecessary!"

"We don't need to know she likes you- you reading to her!" agreed James, following his brother upstairs, "Gross!"

Severus just laughed and picked up his potions magazine again, planning on relaxing until dinnertime; his only problems were two jealous sons.

Life was perfect.

September 1987

Hogsmeade playground

Florence had taken the twins to the park to play with Draco Malfoy, something they had been doing almost every weekend for the past three years.

The boys always had a lot of fun with Draco, even though they were two years older than him, they loved teaching him things and Draco had, more than once, said to Severus that he saw the twins as the brothers he wished he had had.

That was why, when Florence saw her husband apparate to the park alone, she knew that something was very wrong.

And Severus looked furious.

"What happened?" she asked, when he sat beside her on the bench from where she watched the twins pushing Elizabeth on a swing.

"Lucius has forbidden me from bringing Draco to play with the twins, because- and I quote: 'his son cannot be friends with bastard children whose father never even bothered to register'."

"Oh. So he checked their birth records at the Ministry," Florence said, understanding, "That's so petty – but not surprising, coming from Lucius," she let out an annoyed sigh.

"Not at all, I'm surprised he didn't check it sooner."

Florence shook her head, "This is beyond stupid; if the twins were Sirius's sons they'd be Draco's second cousins!"

"Do you want to hear what's worse? Lucius also accused me of being too soft on Draco. He said I hug him too much!"

"That's so infuriating and awfully sad. That poor boy... who'll look after him now? Whenever I see or write to Cissy, she always tells me everything is great. That her life is exactly like she's always dreamed! She's probably too afraid to tell me the truth."

"Poor kid, he's always looking for his father's approval, but Lucius never has one fucking positive thing to say to the boy. I'll write to Draco, at least to let him know he can always count on me, even though I can't bring him here to play with the twins anymore," he fisted his hands, "I'm so fucking angry!"

I know, love. So am I. My heart breaks for Draco. She said, wishing she could hug him.

"Four more years until Draco arrives in Hogwarts. How much damage will Lucius inflict on his spirit until then?" Severus said, shaking his head.

Florence picked up his hand and held it close to her seven-month-pregnant belly – which was hidden by a spell.

Severus felt Chris kicking and smiled softly, his eyes on the twins playing with their little sister. And once more he wondered how men like Lucius Malfoy could be so cruel to their little ones.

November 21st, 1987

Severus was carrying Elizabeth to the table to have dinner – something he knew he had to stop doing, for she was five years old already, she could walk on her own; and Florence had told him he was spoiling their daughter by doing everything she wanted – but she was his little girl and, for as long as she wanted, he'd be carrying her everywhere and buying her everything her little greedy heart wished for.

The twins were already sitting at the table, waiting for their parents.

"Where's mummy?" asked Liz, as her father sat at the head of the table with her on his lap.

"I'm coming," they heard Florence's voice as she walked downstairs slowly.

James and Nick got up and went to the stairs to help her get to the table.

"Thank you, my loves," she said, kissing both on their cheeks after they had helped her sit down.

"How are you?" asked Severus, worried, "Melody told me you had a hard day."

"Yes. I feel heavy, uncomfortable and about to burst," Florence touched her large belly, "But Chris has been very calm today."

"That's good, right?"

"Not really, babies tend to be quiet before starting to force their way out," she suddenly inhaled sharply and grabbed the edge of the table, "Shit! I need to stand up!"

Nicholas helped her up and they watched as she took some deep breaths.

"What's happening, love?" Severus asked, concerned.

"Call your mother," Florence winced, "Chris is stretching, just like Liz did," she held her breath as a contraction started, and breathed again after it had stopped, saying: "Then call Pomfrey."

"Is mum ok?" asked Elizabeth worried.

"Yes, love," Florence smiled, "The baby inside me is coming out and... it hurts a little."

"Like hard poop?" asked the little girl, trying to understand.

"Yes," Florence laughed, agreeing for it was an easy explanation to make her daughter stop worrying, "Just like that."

"Tiffany!" called Severus.

"Yes, Master?"

"Pop at my mother's and tell her I'll be taking the kids there to spend the night."

And the elf disapparated.

"I'll take the kids and be right back," said Severus looking at Florence, "Will you be ok here?"

"Yes yes. I'll be fine," she kissed Elizabeth's cheek, "Be good to grandma, baby girl," then she added, looking at her husband: "I'll just hold on to this chair and breathe."

James and Nick walked to her and kissed her belly.

"Be good, Chris," said Nick, "See you soon."

"You'll be coming to the best family ever," said James, a hand on his mother's belly, "Only problem is dad loves reading to mum too much. And, yeah, that's very disgusting."

Florence laughed and winced in pain, "Love you, boys. Behave at grandma's. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye mum. Love you," They said in unison, making her smile.

Severus kissed her lips and turned to go to the fireplace. The twins flooed to their grandma's by themselves and Severus took Liz.

Florence just breathed and smiled, feeling loved by her kids and her husband.

"Yes, Chris, James is right. The best family ever," she said, feeling the pressure between her legs intensifying, "Fuck, that hurts! Uuhhhggn!"

Within five minutes, Severus was back and Pomfrey walked out of the fireplace right behind him.

"Hello, dear!"

"Hey, Poppy. Contractions are about ten minutes apart. Chris is stretching like Liz did."

"Water broke?" Pomfrey asked.

"Not yet."

"Can Severus help you upstairs?"

"Yes. No problem," Florence nodded.

And Severus picked his wife up, bridal-style, walking carefully upstairs and into their bedroom, where he put her down and kissed her.

"Are you ok, love?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered, "Very different from last time, uh?"

"Very. I don't feel like you'll rip my balls off this time."

Florence was going to laugh, but stopped and cried out in pain for a strong contraction took over her and she felt her water breaking.

"Put the plastic cover on the bed, Severus," ordered Pomfrey, running her wand over Florence's body, "Five centimetres already. This will be fast, dear."

And Pomfrey was right, after just forty minutes of pain, little Chris was born, crying loudly.

Pomfrey put the wailing baby on top of Florence's body while she finished checking her patient's privates.

"Oh, look at his hair!" exclaimed Florence, crying happily, "Not another dark-haired little thing that will drive me insane, this one's got light-brown hair."

Severus chuckled, caressing the baby's soft skin, "He's perfect, Flor."

Then Pomfrey picked the baby up to be cleaned and measured while Severus helped Florence to sit up on the bed.

After a minute, Pomfrey gave the baby back to Florence, he was dressed and wrapped in a fluffy light green blanket.

"Here he is, dear. Little Chris. He's a healthy baby, just like the others. Congratulations."

"Thanks, Poppy," said Florence, smiling as she held her baby.

"Thank you, Poppy," Severus said, his eyes fixed on his wife holding their son.

"I'll give his papers to you on Monday, Severus. And I won't inform the Ministry of his birth, just like it was with Liz."

"Yes. Thank you," he whispered.

"Call me next time," said Pomfrey, "I'll see myself out. Take care, Flor."

"I will," she whispered.

"I'll never tire of this scene," Severus whispered, sitting beside Florence, "Seeing you holding our babies like that. It's the best feeling in the world," he touched her face, kissing her lips lovingly, "Six years ago, I thought you'd never forgive me, I was ready to give up on life... Now, here we are: together, celebrating our fourth kid," he caressed her nose with his, "I love you, Flor."

"And I love you, Mr Father-of-four," she said with a sweet teary smile.

He chuckled and watched her breastfeeding their son; then he spent the night pampering his wife, watching her and their newborn baby sleep, his heart full of love for her and the family they built together.

Note: I regret to inform you that next chapter will be 1991.

We will still have many sweet moments, but grandpa is returning and our dear characters will be strongly affected by it.

I'll follow the canon timeline from now on (with many personal touches, of course), so you'll recognize a lot of things as I retell you everything from Florence's and Severus' perspectives.