September 1994
Hogwarts Dungeons
Welcoming Feast Night
Florence walked into her husband's private quarters after delivering some potions to Pomfrey.
"Severus?" She called him, going towards the bedroom, looking for him. "Are you ready? Beauxbatons has already arrived." She announced, finding him fastening the long line of buttons of his vest. "I've just been hugged nearly to death by Madam Maxine. She's a sweetheart, says she has no hard feelings about me blowing up the school's tea court." She chuckled. But he didn't laugh with her, he looked annoyed instead. "What is it, Sev?"
"Aren't you going to change?" He looked at her dress.
"I'm not going to change." She kissed his lips. "I love this dress. It's comfortable, and there's absolutely nothing showing."
"You look sexy in it."
"I know, right?" She smiled, turning to the mirror to admire her own reflection; she was wearing a long burgundy velvet dress, the sleeves were long and had beautiful embroidered angled endings, each pointy tip resting on the top of her hand, its neckline was high and there was no skin showing – however, the dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her 4-month-pregnant belly was hidden by a spell, so her waistline seemed to be its regular size, but that had her breasts (enlarged by the pregnancy) looking bigger and her hips ampler – her natural hourglass figure was improved by the hiding of her pregnancy and that dress didn't hide any of it. "I look and feel very sexy in it." She winked at him.
"Igor will-"
"Stop right there!" she cut him off, turning to face him. "Igor looked at me when I was fifteen dressed in a Durmstrang uniform! It doesn't matter how I dress, Severus, he'll look at me anyway if he wants too." She kissed his lips, but he didn't kiss her back. So she nipped on his bottom lip, but he still didn't kiss her. Then she ran her tongue over his lips and he couldn't take that teasing anymore and plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately, making her moan and rub against him.
"Perhaps it would make you feel better if I went to the Great Hall with a reminder of who a belong to?" she caressed his dick over his black trousers.
Severus groaned affirmatively and kissed her again, feeling her fingers working on getting his pants open.
She pulled his dick out and pushed him onto the bed, where he fell on his ass and pointed at the floor between his legs.
"Get here, wife."
She looked at him: all dressed but for his thick cock jutting out of his black pants. His long black hair was still wet from the shower he had taken; he looked sexy and she salivated at the thought of dropping to her knees and servicing him, but she wasn't actually feeling like playing nice.
"So you want me?" she asked.
"Kneel, wife." He ordered.
"Hmm I don't think so." She smiled wickedly. "If you want me, you'll have to catch me." And she ran out of the bedroom, going to the living room. And he was right behind her, his dick back into his pants.
"You shouldn't be running in heels, Florence!" He growled as they circled the dining table.
"So fucking is ok, but running is not?" she decided to provoke him further. "I'll make sure to remember to tell Igor that."
Severus growled and jumped over the table, grabbing her in no time and making her lean on the table, careful not to press on her belly.
He lifted her dress, kicking her legs apart and ripped a hole in her stockings and on her knickers, two fingers quickly checking her soaked entrance.
"Fuck, look at that pussy," he caressed between her lips, pressing on her clit, "All wet and ready to have me shove my cock in there." He teased her entrance with the head of his dick.
"Yes!" she gasped, moving her hips backwards and impaling herself on his thick cock.
He held her hips and pushed every inch of his dick into her, filling her up completely, making her moan loudly.
"Fuck that pussy on my cock." He ordered and watched as she moved back and forth, his dick getting out of her pussy completely wet with her juices.
Suddenly he took it out and she complained:
"No! Don't stop!"
"Shut up, princess." He slapped her butt, positioning his dick on her entrance once more, slowly penetrating her, going deep, just to take it out and get in again.
The feeling of him sticking his full length into her ever so slowly was akin to torture. She needed more.
"Harder! Stop teasing me!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
He fisted his hand on her hair and pulled her head up at the same time he plunged deep inside of her.
"Tell me who's here." He grinded against her, making her feel his entire length buried inside of her. "Who's fucking you, princess?"
"My husband... Severus! Oohh... harder!" she loved when he took control like that.
"This is my pussy, I'll fuck it slow, I'll fuck it hard, I'll make it cum and then I'll fill it with my seed."
"Yes! Do it! Fuck me!"
And he pushed her forward again, her hands on the table, then he leaned over her back, his larger frame caging her as he fucked her hard, taking half of his dick out of her and slamming inside. He heard her moans increase and her pussy clamped around him.
"That's it! Cum for me! Now! Cum with my dick deep inside of you." He growled.
And she obeyed, screaming his name and arching her back as a strong climax took over her body. He trust into her a couple more times and stopped deep inside, cumming hard into her body.
Once he stopped shaking, he pulled her up and let his cock slip from her pussy – cum dripping between her thighs.
"Now you can go with this dress." He turned her around to face him. "You have my ring on your finger, my cum in your pussy and my baby in your womb." He kissed her. "And you look freshly fucked." He kissed her harder, wanting to fuck her again. "You re so fucking delicious." He touched her nipples over the fabric of her dress. "I want a taste of these."
"There's no time, we have to go, Severus." She whispered, even though her body wanted more of his.
He kissed her again and let her go clean up and put on new stockings and knickers.
They walked into the Great Hall together, no longer caring about the rumours, and sat side by side at the high table, looking at the Headmaster, who had just walked to the pulpit to give his speech about international cooperation and friendship.
"Now, I invite you all to help me welcome into the Great Hall, the students from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" said Dumbledore.
And the big twin oak doors were opened and twenty beautiful girls and boys walked into the Great Hall, singing. Everyone's eyes were on them, the Hogwarts students were hypnotized by their grace and beauty.
Severus's heart jumped in fear when amongst those girls he recognized his daughter. He put on his poker face and looked at his wife, asking her mentally: What is Elizabeth doing here?
She insisted and... as we had already forbidden her to go to the Cup, I thought coming to Hogwarts wouldn't do her any harm. She'll only stay for dinner, Severus; she'll leave afterwards. She's here as my sister, if anyone asks.
He sighed, looking at his daughter as she sat at the Ravenclaw table. His little girl was about to become his little teenager; parents never really notice how fast their kids grow. The twins were sixteen already. Sixteen! Elizabeth was twelve and little Chris was seven. And Severus knew that he'd have problems when Liz started dating.
YOU will have problems? Said Florence, smiling. I pity her future husband. He'll have to deal with HER and with YOU!
As soon as the Beauxbatons students sat, Dumbledore welcomed the Durmstrang students into the Great Hall; twenty boys dressed in dark brown uniforms walked in, doing acrobatics and pyrotechnics, showing off their physical prowess.
Karkaroff chose only his male students to come to Hogwarts. Said Florence, in clear disapproval.
Thankgoodness the twins aren't seventeen yet.
Karkaroff greeted Dumbledore with a hug and sat at the high table between Severus and the Headmaster, looking up and down the high table; then his eyes fell on Florence and he smiled broadly.
"Well well well, what a pleasant surprise! Miss Peverell!"
"Hello, Headmaster Karkaroff. I go by Delacour here."
"Alright. Miss Delacour. I sure am glad to see you." said Karkaroff, glancing quickly at Severus. "I'd invite you for a drink later, but rumour has it that you are spoken for."
She just smiled and got up, not interested in being part of that testosterone-filled conversation, "I'll let you two talk about it. Excuse me, I must see to my sister." And she walked towards Elizabeth.
Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table
"Who's the girl Madam Delacour is talking to?" asked Ron. "She is beautiful and the two of them look somewhat alike."
Hermione stared at Florence and the girl and said: "I don't know. She's from Beauxbatons. They really look a lot alike."
Hermione frowned, looking from Florence and the girl and then back to the high table, her eyes falling on the Potions Master sitting there. And slowly she realized why the girl looked so familiar: She's his daughter! Some of the rumours are correct: Madam Delacour is married to him! No one's ever mentioned seeing her pregnant but... she could hide it with a spell. Then she realized something else: Oh! Wait! She's probably the mother of the twins we met at Quidditch World Cup! The one Fred was snogging did have green eyes, just like her!
Hermione couldn't stop staring at them; her mind going a mile a minute, she was nearly hyperventilating.
It makes so much sense! That's why she's always around! That's why they're always near each other when she's here in the castle!
"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked. "You look a bit shocked."
"What?" she exclaimed, her voice a little bit higher than normal. "No no, nothing, I just…" she knew she couldn't tell her suspicions to her friends, the boys would say she'd gone mad. "I'm worried about classes being disrupted by the Tournament, that's all."
Back at the high table
"She's even more gorgeous than I remembered." Whispered Karkaroff, looking at Florence. "Lucius told me he saw her going down on you. That she enjoys fucking in public. Is that true? Are you really tapping that?"
Severus did his best to ignore the man's disrespectful choice of words and just replied: "If you want to know if Miss Delacour is engaged to me, then the answer is yes. The details are none of your business."
"Ah, come on! She looks absolutely delicious, all those curves any man would love to get lost on!" He patted Severus's shoulder. "I must congratulate you, my friend. Lucius and I have spent some nights discussing Miss Delacour. How good is she, eh? Must be incredible, for I know she's half-veela."
Severus smirked, boasting a little: "As you put it, Igor: absolutely delicious." he whispered, leaning closer to Karkaroff, knowing whatever he told him would end up reaching Lucius's ears. "And, you see, right now she's walking around this very Hall freshly fucked, with cum stains on her thighs."
The man beside him gulped and whispered: "Holly shit." As he watched Florence walk back to the high table.
"If you ever desire to share her." Said Karkaroff, eyeing her hungrily.
Florence looked at her husband with an arched eyebrow as she sat beside him.
I don't even have to guess the level of your conversation. She told him, feeling the anger building deep inside of her husband.
But a sudden change in the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall saved Severus from having to reply to Karkaroff's comment. The double doors were opened suddenly and in limped a tall man.
Dumbledore quickly fixed the ceiling and got up to hug the newcomer.
"What's Moody doing here?" Florence whispered to her husband.
"That..." Severus replied, sensing the man beside him tense up at the sight of the auror. "Is this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Florence looked reproachfully at the Headmaster, speaking in a low and angry voice: "Because the Tournament isn't dangerous enough, he added a mad teacher to the mix."
"A mad auror – which is worse. He'll probably annoy the hell out of me." Added Severus.
She chuckled, asking him mentally: The big bad Death Eater is afraid of the mad auror?
I'll show you big and bad later.
And Florence hid her smile in her water cup.
Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table
Draco Malfoy felt like he had been hit over the head by a crystal ball as he stared at the dark-haired Beauxbatons girl that had been talking to Madam Delacour. His whole body froze, mind turned foggy, and his heart raced.
She is so beautiful. He thought, following her every move as she smiled and talked to some Ravenclaw students; he had a sudden, all-consuming, need to go there and ask her name, touch her hand, have her smile at him and not at anyone else.
Then the girl's dark eyes met his, and his racing heart skipped a beat, his foggy mind went blank and it took him a while to be able to have another rational thought. He felt confused by his reaction to the gorgeous stranger – he had to find a way to talk to her.
Florence was enjoying her dinner, thanking the gods that her hormones were under control that night and that she had remembered to take the antiemetic potion her husband had made for her.
"Well, Florence," Said Karkaroff, "It's a pity your boys aren't old enough to be here. I had a talk with James just yesterday and I told him I'd love to have him as the Durmstrang Champion; he'd certainly be chosen if the rules allowed student's younger than seventeen."
"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad that the rules forbade James from trying to be a Champion." Replied Florence, politely.
"He's a formidable wizard that one." Karkaroff continued. "Nicholas is less ambitious than his brother though – can you believe he said he wouldn't even try to enter the Tournament? Imagine that! When he's just as powerful as his twin."
Florence just smiled, and kept eating. But then she felt Severus tense up beside her, his fork resting on his plate.
What's wrong? she asked him, through their bond.
Draco won't stop starring at Liz. He replied, very annoyed.
Florence looked at the blond boy; Draco seemed to be completely hypnotized by Elizabeth.
"Well… now that's interesting." Florence murmured out loud.
Don't even joke about it! She's only twelve! He replied in her mind, furious. And he's a Malfoy!
She's young, that's true. But he's a nice kid – deep down. Who knows? In the future...
He's a Malfoy, Florence! Repeated Severus. My daughter doesn't even have my surname! She's not becoming a Malfoy!
You're the one already marrying them. I'm just thinking they make a cute couple. She teased him.
My daughter is not becoming a Malfoy.
My father didn't agree with the husband of my choice either. Florence reminded him.
Severus just sipped his wine and glared at any student that dared to look his way.
After dinner
Elizabeth had orders to meet her mother in Dumbledore's office on the third floor, but she couldn't remember how to get there!
She was walking through the corridors, trying to find someone that could help her, when, near the library, she saw the blond boy who had caught her attention during the feast. He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd seen him before, so she walked towards him.
"Excuse me, would it be possible for you to help me?" she asked him.
Draco tried to look cool and uninterested, struggling to ignore the sudden sweet citrusy scent that filled the corridor as she approached him. He cleared his throat and said: "Sure, miss. What do you need?"
"I'm looking for the Headmaster's office."
"Right. Follow me, I can take you there."
"Thank you, Mr.?" She asked as they began to walk side by side upstairs; she wanted to know his name, she felt strangely safe walking with him.
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He smiled. "And what's your name?"
"Elizabeth Delacour." She smiled, really enjoying walking close to him.
"You're Mediwitch Delacour's relative?" he looked at her, seeing some similarities with the nice mediwitch.
"Yes, I'm her sister." She replied the rehearsed lie, suddenly remembering that she knew who Draco was: he was her father's godson! In the living room of her house there was a picture of him with her twin brothers when they were kids – but most importantly: his family was a follower of the Dark Lord's! If dad sees me here talking to him, he'll... but her thought was interrupted by a familiar voice:
"Miss Delacour?"
Elizabeth stopped and turned around, staring at her father, and he looked furious.
"Good evening, Prof. Snape." said Draco, unaware of his teacher's anger; after all, a grumpy Snape was the norm around the castle corridors.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. You may proceed to your common room now, I'll take Miss Delacour to the Headmaster's office."
"Sure, professor." Draco said and turned to look at Elizabeth, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it, noticing how soft her skin was. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Delacour." then he left.
Severus motioned for her to follow him and she silently obeyed, knowing that she couldn't talk to him as if she knew him for it wasn't safe.
Severus glanced at his daughter as they walked side-by-side in silence towards the third floor. Elizabeth had his dark-eyes and hair – but that's where the similarities between them ended, the rest of her was all Florence's: her beauty and grace, the power of the veela blood that – although weaker than Florence's – he knew would attract many boys to her, whether she liked it or not, as she grew up.
He sighed, reminding himself that he had been worrying about that since before she'd been born.
Once they reached an empty corridor, he made her stop and look at him.
"Do you know who he is?" he asked.
"Yes! Now I know but… I needed help and I found him and only when he introduced himself that I realized who he was." said Elizabeth nervously.
"It's alright, love." Severus sighed and kissed her forehead. "Let's go to Dumbledore's office, your grandmother is in our home waiting for you."
"Is mom going to stay here?" she asked as they resumed walking.
"Yes. You'll go home for the night and tomorrow morning you'll go back to France. You shouldn't even have come here tonight."
"I can never go anywhere." She complained, letting him know she didn't like that plan.
"You know it's…"
"For my safety," she interrupted. "I know. I don't like it, but I understand."
They walked into the Headmaster's office and Elizabeth went home by Floo.
After dinner, Florence walked out of the Great Hall and went downstairs towards the dungeons, thinking about the long pleasurable shower she was going to take with her husband, but as she turned right after passing by the door of the Slytherin common room, someone stopped her by holding her arm.
"Karkaroff." She said, knowing he was there to proposition her. "I believe your quarters are on the fourth floor, are you lost?"
"No, Florence. But I see you're alone down here. Are you spending the night in the castle?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.
"Yes. I occasionally stay the night here." She glanced to the door of her husband's quarters, making it clear where she usually slept.
"Good." He said, ignoring her innuendo and looking around, checking if they were truly alone. Then he moved his hand up and down her arm slowly. "We could share that drink I mentioned earlier."
"Igor." She smiled. "Do you have a death wish?"
"Severus is not around, Florence."
She smiled and touched a hand to his chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall. Then she whispered: "Inpulsa." And watched as the man fell onto his knees twitching. "I wasn't talking about Severus, Igor. Touch me again and it'll be the last thing you do." She whispered, her voice coming out sibilantly, making Igor tremble as he remembered having heard a similar timbre before.
"Miss Delacour." They heard Severus' voice and saw him walk towards them.
Karkaroff still twitched violently on the floor near the wall. "M-make h-her-r s-s-stop!" he begged.
Severus wrapped an arm around her waist and looked at the man on the floor. "What did you do, Igor?"
"N-noth-nothing!"
"Sure." Said Severus, ironically, "Did he touch you, princess?" he asked Florence, touching his other hand to her face.
"Yes." she whispered, in feigned innocence. "My arm."
"N-no!" shouted Karkaroff.
"I think he's suffered enough." Said Severus, casting: "Intermitto."
And Karkaroff inhaled sharply, breathing hard as he crawled away from Florence and Severus.
"I hope you've learned not to touch what isn't yours, Igor." Said Severus.
And the other man just nodded, running down the corridor and out of sight as fast as he could.
Florence laughed and walked into her husband's private quarters.
Severus locked the door and looked at her, casting: "Revelere." And her four-month pregnant belly wasn't hidden anymore, her burgundy dress showing off the little bump beautifully.
"You're gorgeous, love." He said, walking to her and kneeling, touching his forehead to her round belly. "Hey there, little Sophie. You've been such a good girl today. Letting your mom eat. And did you see how she dealt with disrespectful men? That's how you must treat all men."
Florence touched his hair and laughed.
"Don't be like your sister that was walking nearly hand-in-hand with a boy just now."
"What?" Florence asked, surprised.
"I found Draco helping Liz get to Dumbledore's office."
"And they were hand-in-hand?" she asked, doubting that was true.
"No." He admitted. "But who knows what could've happened if I hadn't found them?" he said, kissing her belly and getting up.
"Oh! He would certainly have taken her to the Room of Requirement. You know, very naughty things happen there." She provoked him.
"Stop it, Florence. I told you this would happen!" he crossed his arms, leaning back onto the dining table.
"Yes. The same day we found out it was a girl inside of me, you were already worrying about boyfriends." She smiled, touching his face. "You like Draco, let her have her first crush." She winked at him.
"No no no. I'm coming up with a potion that stop kids from turning into teenagers."
"We discussed that when James was eleven, you already know that's impossible." She chuckled, kissing him. "Relax, love. We already have enough worries, let Draco look at Liz – she's an ocean away from him, in another country."
Severus exhaled, trying to relax. Florence was right, Liz was far from Draco Malfoy, she was safe from his godson.
"Now, Mr. Father of five." Florence said, touching his chest. "I need help to get out of this dress and relax under a warm shower. Do you know a strong man that could assist me?"
He smiled and picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.
Florence didn't go to breakfast with her husband the next morning. Severus woke up early and let her sleep.
It was past eight when she got up, put on a warm dress and took an antiemetic potion. The nausea hadn't stopped as the first trimester ended, that was the first pregnancy where she felt nauseated at least once a day every day.
"No breakfast for us for a while, baby Sophie." Florence whispered, caressing her belly and picking up her coat, deciding to go for a walk around the castle, as she waited for the potion to take effect.
Florence reached the first floor and looked through a window at the beautiful grounds, remembering all the things she had lived there with Severus. The lake duel. The fucking in the Slytherin Common Room. The snogging in the Astronomy Tower.
Elizabeth had been born – and conceived! – in that castle. Severus had found out the truth about the twins and her there too. Hogwarts was a very special place for her family.
After thirty minutes, Florence finally felt the nausea go away and turned to go to the Great Hall to have breakfast, but someone bumped into her.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Madam Delacour!" said a female student.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger." Florence smiled at her. "I'm fine, you're fine. No one's hurt." Then she pointed at the five books the girl was carrying. "Where are you going with all those books?"
"To the library, Ma'am. I have to return them."
"Would you mind some company?"
"But you haven't had breakfast yet…" Hermione sounded nervous. What if Prof. Snape finds out that I made his wife miss breakfast because of some books? He'd kill me!
Florence hesitated as she heard the girl's thoughts, wondering if she should obliviate her or just let her keep that information.
"You know, Hermione, you truly are the brightest witch of your age." She winked at the girl. "And the library is not far from here. I'll walk there with you and then go to the Great Hall with plenty of time to have breakfast."
Hermione was confused by the brightest witch comment but didn't say anything.
"Shall we go?" said Florence.
"O-ok." Agreed Hermione, walking beside her to the library. "Did you study here, Mediwitch Delacour?"
"You can call me Florence, dear. And, yes, I studied here. Harry's parents were dear friends of mine."
"But you weren't in Gryffindor." She said, confused.
"Obviously not. I was in Slytherin, but we were friends. It didn't start that way, of course. I actually ended up in detention the first day I arrived here because Severus and I duelled against James and Sirius by the lake..."
"Wait. The Lake Duel?" Hermione asked, surprised. "The day Slytherin defeated Gryffindor? The Slytherin students talk about it to this day! It was you and Prof. Snape against Sirius Black and Harry's father?"
"Yes. But we were all friends a year after that." She smiled. "Well, except Severus and Sirius; they still hate each other to this day."
They walked into the library.
"Hi. Madam Pince."
"Hi, Miss Granger." The librarian looked at Florence. "Hello, dear Florence, can I help you today?"
"Hi, Madam Pince. No, I'm just making Miss Granger company." She said, looking around the library and remembering the first time she studied with Severus there.
"We can go, Madam Delacour." Said Hermione.
And they walked back towards the Great Hall.
"Where's your sister? I haven't seen her since yesterday." Hermione asked, sounding really nervous.
"My sister?" Florence looked confused for a moment and then she remembered. "Oh, you mean Elizabeth… I know you know she isn't my sister, Hermione." she winked at the girl again.
The girl inhaled sharply. "I-I…are you… really… you and Prof. Snape…?" she stuttered in a whisper.
"Yes." Florence whispered back.
They stopped before walking down the Marble Staircase. Hermione looked at her, shocked.
"Why are you telling me this, Madam Delacour?" she whispered. "It's probably a big secret!"
"Oh, well, not really. The whole wizarding world has already heard about Severus and I. The rumours that run through these corridors don't stay within these walls for long. However, Liz is a very big secret."
"So why are you telling me?" she was very surprised.
"Because, perhaps, it'll be important someday. I've heard more than enough about you to know that you're capable of keeping this to yourself and only divulge it when and if necessary."
Hermione frowned, thinking about what she had just heard. The beautiful and nice woman in front of her, the sweet mediwitch who had healed her more than once in the past three years, was married to the terrible and unpleasant Potions Master.
"Have you ever considered he might be giving you something?" Whispered Hermione, holding Florence's hand.
Florence laughed. "No, dear, Severus's not drugging me. I married him because I love him."
She shook her head. "How? Why?"
"I understand why you're confused. But he has a role to play here. And being extremely unpleasant is the best way to do it. But I can assure you he's a great husband and an awesome father."
"If you say so." Hermione shrugged, murmuring: "Could you ask him to stop with the nicknaming?"
"Insufferable-know-it-all?" Florence said, smiling.
"Yes."
"That's not really his opinion about you, dear. He has a role to play here and, unfortunately, being an insufferable git is part of it. He is not really like that nor does he think so badly of you."
The girl's brown eyes sparkled in happiness.
"I promise I won't tell a soul, Madam Delacour."
"Not even to you friends?"
Hermione chuckled and said:
"They are great, but they can't keep a secret to save their own lives." She stopped, wanting to ask about the twins she saw at the World Cup. "Is Elizabeth your only child?"
"No. She's the third, and I'm expecting number five." Florence whispered and took Hermione's hand to put on her hidden belly. The girl's eyes got huge as she felt it. "It's an illusion spell. I don't want anyone to know about it."
"Wow, it's just… too much. I mean... I've heard the rumours but... You're so nice and he is... Such an asshole." Hermione looked at Florence, suddenly horrified. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to insult your husband, I…"
"Calm down, Hermione." Florence smiled. "I agree with you: he can be an asshole sometimes." Then she looked at the bottom of the Marble Staircase. "And speaking of the devil, there he is."
They walked down the stairs and Severus just arched an eyebrow at Hermione.
"I'll just go, then." she said. "Your secret is safe with me, don't worry." and the girl ran to the Entrance Courtyard.
Severus frowned, as he watched her walk away. "What secret? What were you talking about with Miss Granger?"
"She knows. About the kids and us."
"What?" He whisper-shouted, putting a hand behind her back and walking with her to a hidden corner, casting a silencing and a hiding spell. "Why did you tell her about the kids?"
"She figured it out by herself, actually. So I had to either obliviate her or talk to her. I chose not to mess with her brilliant mind." She paused. "But this has me thinking that maybe we should borrow a page from my father's book and cast a spell to stop anyone from referring to the kids as being our kids."
"Everybody knows about the twins already." Severus shook his head. "Hiding them would mean affecting too many people, it's too risky."
"I agree. But very few people know about the others. I've already cast some protection on Liz. And Chris looks like me, so no one would guess he's your son." She sighed, touching his face. "I'll read about how to cast such spell, and after Sophie is born, I'll work on casting it."
He nodded, "I agree." He caressed her face. "Have you had breakfast, love?"
"No. I was on my way to it."
"How about having it in bed, with a massage?" he winked at her.
"Are you going to give me some more Amortentia, Prof. Snape? Or will you tie me up and suck out my blood?"
He smirked. "There might be some sucking involved – not blood though."
And she laughed at his silly word-play as they walked to the dungeons.