Two days later
Snapes' family home
Hermione sat on a sofa in the magically-screened backyard porch, reading a book on spell-making she'd found in the library. Her arm didn't hurt, and the scar was already minimal, it had been just two days and one could barely see the word 'mudblood' on her arm anymore.
She smiled when a tray of tea and cookies floated into the room – Tiffany was spoiling her just as much as James.
"Thanks, Tiff!" She shouted, eating a chocolate chip cookie and sipping a marvellous orange and clove tea.
She closed the book and took a moment to look around the beautiful, snow-covered backyard, realizing she felt peaceful there.
She was enjoying tea and cookies in the Dark Lord's daughter's house, sleeping in the arms of the Lord's firstborn grandson every night, and on her finger she had an engagement ring that represented her commitment to said young man.
A chuckle left her lips.
"What's so amusing, kitten?" She heard James asking from the door.
She turned to look at him, taking in how sexy he looked leaning on the door frame, his long dark hair a little wavy, giving him a bad-boy vibe. She sighed – her heart beating faster at the sight of him.
"I've just realized the madness my life has turned into. I'm recovering from hunting pieces of my fiancée's grandfather's soul, while reading a, probably illegal, spells book on the sofa of the Dark Lord's daughter's house – who is married to a teacher I absolutely loathed til not too long ago."
James chuckled and sat beside her, pulling her towards him and holding her chin up for a kiss, "Sounds very absurd when you say it like that, love. But I wouldn't change a thing."
"Neither would I." She whispered, kissing him again, and their loving touch of lips turned heated in seconds. "Fuck, Jamie, all you have to do is touch me and I'm freaking burning for you! Damn you!"
"It serves you well." Said James, caressing her thighs. "Just knowing you're in the house is enough to get me hard."
Hermione quickly straddled his lap and his hands found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts, loving that she hadn't worn a bra.
"I want to worship you for days, Mione." He pinched her nipples, "Edge you for hours, make you beg for me. I've lost nights of sleep imagining how you'd look completely lost in pleasure under me."
She trembled, fisting both hands in his long hair, loving the dirty things he said he wanted to do to her.
He continued: "All tied up while I have my way with your delicious curves, make you drunk in pleasure." He bit her neck, groaning as he controlled his desire to just carry her upstairs and introduce her to his favourite toys.
She was tortured two days ago, you pervert! He admonished himself; trying to control her and tie her up would certainly trigger bad memories.
But the way she trembled at his words had him hard as a rock.
Hermione looked into his dark eyes, asking sensually over his lips: "Is this all for me?" she bore her hips down, rubbing her centre on his hard dick.
"All for you, kitten." James replied in a velvety voice that had her creaming herself. "There's no one home but us..."
"Good. Because I want you in me... now." She said demandingly, biting her bottom lip and transfigurating her sweatpants into a thigh-length skirt, vanishing her knickers.
James looked into her amber eyes, seeing all her desire for him in the way they sparkled, then he felt her hands on his pants, unfastening his jeans and pulling the zipper down.
He helped her get his dick out of his boxer-briefs and she pumped his hard cock a few times before positioning herself right above him, sitting down on him slowly.
"Fuck." He groaned, always taken by the delicious feeling of her hot and tight pussy wrapping around his thick cock. "Damn it, kitten." He hissed, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her face down for a hard kiss.
Hermione began to ride him at a slow, maddening, pace; sitting down to the hilt and rolling her hips, making his dick caress every centimetre of her channel.
"Fucking delicious cock." She moaned, loving how thick he was, pressing on her sweet spot at every thrust.
"Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock."
"Yes! It fills me up so good, Jamie." She whimpered.
He caressed and pinched her nipples again, "You're loving this, aren't you, kitten?" he said sexily.
"Yes! Ooh, fuck, Jamie..." she moaned, moving faster.
His control snapped a little, he wanted to see her submitting to him – he needed her submission.
James held the side of her face and pressed his thumb between her lips, making her suck it – which she did eagerly.
"Work that pussy on my cock, kitten." He ordered, running his other hand down her body to grab her ass, one finger tapping her butthole.
Hermione let go of his thumb and gasped: "Stop teasing me, Jamie!"
He groaned, "You want me playing here, love?" he pressed his finger again.
"Yes! Please!"
He whispered a lubricating spell and she felt his finger – now slick – pressing into her ass.
Hermione parted her lips, forming an 'oh' as she felt herself grow wetter at the new sensation, so strange and wickedly delicious.
"Fuck! You're getting tighter around me, kitten." James closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but he amazing pussy massaging his dick and the fact that he had his finger fucking her ass.
She moved up and down faster, fisting a hand in his hair again and kissing his lips amongst moans and whimpers, desperately; James pressed his finger deeper in her ass, as the puckered muscle got used to his invasion.
Then she begged: "More, Jamie! Make it burn again."
And he growled, adding a second finger into her ass and watching her cum hard, her pussy clenching on his dick while her ass pressed on his fingers. His own climax surged powerfully, cum spurting from his cock in strong long jets while she still moaned and orgasmed on top of him.
"Holy shit." James gasped, slowly removing his fingers from her ass and cleaning up his hand with a spell.
"That was amazing!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "We're definitely exploring anal sex soon."
His dark eyes looked at her as if she was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
"You're amazing, Mione." He kissed her again, scourgifying them both before she climbed off of his lap and sat back beside him on the sofa, sighing happily as he put his dick back into his underwear and fastened his jeans.
"Can I stay here forever, Jamie?" she whispered, sitting on his lap, her face against his neck and her hand playing with his hair. "Just being pampered by you, enjoying Tiff's delicious food, her tea and chocolate desserts, reading, making love in the middle of the day..."
"If it was up to me, you'd never leave, love." He said, hugging her close. "But you want to go find Horcruxes..."
She closed her eyes. "Don't remind me I'll be camping again soon." She groaned. "You've ruined me, James. I'm a spoiled brat, now! All I want is a soft bed, good food, a house elf and a sexy man to cuddle with!
He pretended to gasp in shock: "A house elf, Granger? You just admitted you want to enslave an elf?"
She slapped his arm.
"Don't be silly, James! I know now that the house elves actually like to help wizards. And I see the way your mother cares for Tiff – she is a very pampered elf. I'll still fight for elven rights in the future, but I'll take their wishes into consideration – the ones who wish to be free will be, the ones who wish to serve will have my help to find decent families."
"That sounds great, love. But if you think you're spoiled now, wait til the war is over. I'm not letting your feet touch the ground for months then. I'm thinking of taking you on a trip, to anywhere you want."
Her smile turned a bit sad. "Can we go to Australia?"
James knew why she wanted to go there, "Of course, Mione. We'll go there and check on your parents. And... just so you know: I've been reading about ways to revert an Obliviate through potions."
She looked at his face, feeling her love grow ever deeper for him.
"Thank you, Jamie." She suddenly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Even if you don't find a way to reverse it, thank you for thinking of doing that for me. I love you."
"You're everything to me, kitten." He took her hand and kissed the ring he had put on her finger. "I'll do anything to make you happy."
She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the peaceful moment together.
Later that night, Florence met Hermione in the living room.
"Ready to go back to Headquarters, Mione?" she asked.
"Yes. I better go before I forget how to cut my own food." She playfully glared at her fiancée.
"Does she really have to go, mom?" asked James, walking behind Hermione and wrapping his arms around her, pouting.
Florence looked at him reproachfully.
"You're spoiling her, James! Hermione has still a lot of work to do in the war – and so do you!" she pointed a finger at him. "Now, let her go!"
Hermione tried to move, but James didn't open his arms.
"C'mon, Jamie!" she said, laughing as she tried to pry his arms from around her waist.
"I got used to sleeping around you the past two nights, kitten." He pouted, kissing her shoulder.
Florence rolled her eyes. "Let her go, James. No one likes a clingy boyfriend."
Hermione hesitated and James exclaimed: "See, mom, she likes it!" then he turned Hermione around and kissed her.
"Really, Mione?" said Florence, "Not helping."
The girl stopped the kiss, "I really have to go, Jamie. We still have Horcruxes to find."
"I know, love." He sighed, letting her go.
"I'll miss you." She said, kissing him once more.
James was about to wrap his arms around his fiancée again, but Florence cast: "Inplicat!" and his hands were tied behind his back.
"Get into the fireplace, Hermione." she said, looking at her son who was glaring at her.
Hermione kissed him again and entered the fireplace calling for Lupin's house.
"C'mon, mom." Complained James, not even trying Finite incantatem for he had learned long ago that such a simple counterspell didn't work on his mother's original spells.
"Sit solutam." Said Florence and his hands were untied.
"She could have stayed a little longer here." James complained.
"No, son, she couldn't, and you know it. She's too important in our fight. Harry needs her help to find the Horcruxes."
"Yeah, but I just wanted to take care of her a little more."
Florence snorted, "You mean spoil her? We already have one insufferable spoiled girl in this family. We don't need another!"
That had him frowning: "How come you're not like Liz?"
"Necessity. When my mother passed away, she left me a very large inheritance – but money ends if not properly spent and invested; so, after I left my father's house, I learned to live without excesses."
"But still, you've been married to dad for years, and you two have more than tripled your fortune. And yet you're not spoiled like Liz."
"Not spoiled?" they heard Severus ask as he walked out of the green flames of the fireplace. "You mean not materialistic – because your mother is spoiled enough to always be ordering me to carry her around when she's too tired to walk." He kissed her briefly.
"It's just fair. Since it's you who makes me too tired to walk, husband." Florence replied, arching an eyebrow at him.
James rolled his eyes: "And that's not something I needed to hear. Why you always have to do that?" He grumbled as he walked upstairs.
Severus chuckled and pulled Florence towards his chest. "Granger left?"
"Yes. I'm going to headquarters to check on Fred and Lynne and I might have dinner there."
"You better, as weak as you've been lately, it won't do you good to use the floo twice without having something to eat in between."
She glared at him. "Don't start, Severus."
He sighed tiredly and kissed her before she entered the fireplace and flooed to Lupin's house.
Florence was welcomed by Remus, who was sitting on the sofa with Tonks and Hermione – the latter was proudly showing the purple-haired auror her engagement ring.
"Hey, Flor." Remus greeted her, getting up to give her a hug. "How are you today? Severus said you haven't been well."
She rolled her eyes. "I already have three men bothering me, Remus, I don't need a fourth."
He raised his hands in a sign of defeat, "Alright. Won't mention it again. Are you here for Fred?"
"Yes. I'll go check on him and the baby. He's in his room?"
"Yes. Nick's there too."
She nodded and went upstairs.
Fred and Nick were on the bed, the redhead nearly falling asleep as his fiancée caressed his hair, when they heard knocks on the door.
"Come in." Said Nick.
And Florence walked in. "Hey sweet couple, how are you and baby Lynne today?"
"Hey, mom." Nick stood up and hugged her tight.
"Hi, Florence. We've been worse," said Fred, smiling, "No longer vomiting, but I haven't started to feel her yet. Is that normal?"
"You're just sixteen weeks, dear." She explained. "Lynne will only be big enough for you to feel her around the twenty-fourth week – give or take. Don't worry about it."
"See, baby," said Nicholas, sitting beside his fiancée. "There's no need to worry."
Florence smiled at them, her heart always warming up as she saw the way her son was so sweet with Fred.
"Now, let's see this little princess."
Fred laid on his back and Florence cast the visual spell, her eyes filling up with tears as she looked at the moving baby.
"Everything looks great with her and with you, Fred." She stopped the spell. "Do you have anything you'd like to ask me, dear?"
"Not really. I had a few doubts, but I began reading the books you sent me and now I'm relieved to have learned a few things."
"Fred was worried about how Lynne was going to come out, mom."
"Oh," she understood, adding with a knowing smile: "You feared she'd come out of your backside?"
Fred nodded, embarrassed. "But now I know about the thing that's forming behind my belly button."
"Yes." Florence smiled. "The Partus tubarum. Nature – and magic – made it possible for bearers to exist and they thought of everything. The baby will come out through that tube and not your nether regions."
"Will it be painful?"
"Absolutely." Florence didn't lie. "The painful part of birthing a baby is in the contractions – and you'll have them just as if you were having a vaginal birth."
Fred clearly didn't seem to be looking forward to it.
"Don't worry about the pain, though. There are potions you can take that will make it bearable. And believe me when I say that the moment you have little Lynne in your arms, you'll be asking yourself: 'What pain?'"
"I don't doubt you." Fred smiled sweetly.
"I miss..." Florence whispered, glancing at Nick and he knew who she missed: his siblings; Liz, Chris and Sophie – who would already be three years old in two months.
Nicholas touched her hand, whispering. "I know, mom. I know."
Florence wiped her face, "Oh, well... you and Lynne are doing great, Fred." She patted his leg and turned to leave the room.
Florence ended up falling asleep in the downstairs sofa after dinner.
But in the middle of the night, she woke up and found herself in a room upstairs – a note on the nightstand letting her know Remus had been the one to carry her there.
She sat on the bed and felt a slight throbbing in her temple; adding that to the dryness in her mouth, she quickly deduced she was dehydrated, so she went downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
However, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw someone was still in the living room, sitting in front of the fire.
"Harry?" she whispered.
"Hi, Mrs. Snape." the teen replied.
"Is something wrong, dear?" she asked, walking towards him.
"No. Not really." he murmured.
And she chuckled: "You're as bad a liar as your dad was." sitting beside him on the rug. "Tell me: what's eating you?"
"I was just thinking… wondering what life would be like if I were normal."
She chuckled, "But you are normal, Harry."
"You know what I mean…" he gave her a weak smile.
"Yes, I do." she sighed, giving him an understanding smile. "Harry, you have no idea how much you remind me of my husband."
"What? I'm nothing like Snape." he replied, making a face.
"Oh, but you are – you two think a lot alike." Florence looked into the flames in the fireplace. "Severus has asked himself that same question a million times in all these years we've been together. What would life be like if we were a normal family? How would it be if he didn't have the Dark Mark; if I weren't the Dark Lord's daughter?" she paused and looked at Harry. "The truth is, no one knows, dear. And it doesn't matter, because that's not our reality anyway." she sighed. "You know, Harry, I married a brave man, the bravest I know... Severus is out there, fighting, lying, scheming, risking his life every minute of every day just to make sure that our family, and so many others, stays safe. He risks his life so that we may have a chance to defeat my father and live in peace. Just like you do."
Harry was quiet for a while, understanding what she was talking about. "It's about love, isn't it?"
Florence took a deep breath. "Yes. And I can't believe I'm about to quote Dumbledore but, here it goes: love is the strongest power in the world, Harry. Severus has loads of it and so do you, whereas my father completely dismisses it – and that'll be his downfall."
Harry glanced at the fireplace again, murmuring upset: "I love Ginny, but I'm leaving her behind, once more..."
"And there's nothing wrong with that." Florence reassured him. "She knows your role in the war, and she loves you in spite of it."
"I know." He smiled at her, falling silent again.
"When will you leave again?" she asked in a low voice.
"Tomorrow night, after everybody's asleep. Griphook will help us enter the Lestranges' vault in Gringotts."
"You really think there might be a Horcrux in there?"
"Yes. Bellatrix was too nervous when we arrived at the Malfoy Manor with the sword of Gryffindor. She kept saying it was supposed to be in her vault and demanded to know what else we had taken from there – that's why she tortured Mione, to get that information."
"Who else knows you'll be going there?"
"Ron and Hermione will go with me – I mean, if she's well enough to travel."
"She is. Hermione is healed and healthy – albeit a little spoiled. James barely let her lift her own fork these past two days."
Harry smiled. "It's good; she deserves to be pampered. I'm glad he knows to treat her like a princess."
"That he does." She paused and exhaled, her headache reminding her she needed to drink some water soon. "I don't know if anyone's ever told you, Harry, but… I'm your godmother."
He looked at her, surprised.
"I didn't know."
"Well, now you do." she said, smiling at him.
They were silent for a while. Florence looked at him, trying not to cry, "I want you to know that I wanted to have raised you – I should have raised you! When Dumbledore said he was going to take you to the Dursleys, I was furious! Severus didn't agree with it either. I wanted to take you home and raise you by my twins. But I couldn't do that because of Lily's blood protection…"
Harry frowned, realizing what that meant: "Wait! I would have been raised as Snape's child?" he looked at her, a bit shocked.
"Well, yes." Florence chuckled, tears flooding her eyes. "Believe me: I wanted you to be with us. But it wasn't possible." she paused, trying to control herself and not cry.
Harry nodded, trying to digest that information; he looked at the fire again, and his heart was suddenly filled by a strange thought: maybe it wouldn't have been that bad if he had been raised as Snape's child – he'd have had brothers, loving parents and a home.
"You'd better go to bed now." Florence said. "And remember: whatever you need, you have Severus, the twins and me on your side; we'll help you."
"I'll remember that."
Then Florence went to the kitchen to get her water and walked back upstairs to the room she'd woken up in, falling asleep again almost immediately.
But four hours after she had slept like a rock, Florence woke up again: starving this time. She tried to sleep anyway, but it was impossible, so she went back to the kitchen.
There she raided the fridge, putting together a large plate of roast turkey breast, homemade bread, sugared figs and cherry sauce. She found some cold ginger ale that, for some reason, the mere thought of drinking had her salivating.
She sat at the table, magically heating up the food, and ate all of what she had put on her plate, the generous amount of food leaving her feeling full and sleepy. She cleaned up everything and walked back to bed carrying a glass of sweet ginger ale.
She sat on the bed and finished her glass, trying to decipher what Molly had added to that ginger ale to make it so freaking delicious.
Well, I guess I'll just have to ask her tomorrow. She thought as she lay down and closed her eyes, an old memory reaching her sleepy mind: The last time ginger ale tasted this good was when I was expecting Sophie.
She wiggled a little, getting comfortable on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
Next day
Florence slowly opened her eyes and stretched, feeling like a completely new person. She had slept like a rock after all that delicious food and the three glasses of ginger ale. Even her moodiness of the last couple of months seemed to be gone!
She sat on the bed, yawned and checked the clock: 2 p.m.
"What?" She whispered, surprised. It can't be right!
She went to the window and looked at the sky. It was indeed already mid-afternoon! She laughed – it had been years since the last time she'd slept past noon!
Florence quickly penned a letter to Umbridge, letting her know she wouldn't be in the office for the day and that tomorrow she'd see to whatever problem that needed her attention – right then, she just wanted to ride that relaxing wave a little longer.
Then she heard soft knocks on the door and her name being called.
"Yes, come in." She said.
It was Tonks. "Hi. Just wanted to check if you aren't hurt or anything. Remus said it's not usual for you to sleep past noon."
"Oh, I'm fine! I was just exhausted. I think I reached my limit yesterday. Then Molly's food and some hours of shut eye and I'm brand new!"
"Good. Are you hungry? Molly left some roast beef in the fridge for you."
"That's great, thanks. I'll be downstairs soon."
Florence fixed her hair, transfigurated her clothes into something more comfortable, and walked to the kitchen to find the roast beef Tonks had mentioned.
However, one look at the food and her whole afternoon took a turn for the worse, Florence ran to the bathroom and threw up.
I shouldn't have had so much cherry sauce in the middle of the night. She thought as she wiped her mouth, suddenly not hungry anymore; so she just went back to the kitchen for some ginger ale.
Molly was there, "Good afternoon, Florence."
"Hi, Molly. Tell me: what do you add to your ginger ale to make it so delicious?"
"Just ginger, lemon from a tree in the backyard and sugar, dear. Nothing else." She seemed confused.
Florence frowned, thinking that perhaps it was the lemon. She'd check on that tree before leaving.
After another two glasses of ginger ale, she decided to go to Hogwarts, her husband was certainly a little worried by her absence.
Hogwarts
Florence apparated inside of the Headmaster's office, but Severus wasn't there, so she went to the circular stairs; but the sudden change in direction had her dizzy and she fell onto her knees.
Fuck! She slowly stood up, feeling about to pass out. Damn it. I think I'll have to talk to Pomfrey after all. She thought begrudgingly as she walked to the first floor.
The hospital wing seemed empty when she arrived.
"Hey, Poppy?" she called.
"My dear Florence!" exclaimed the mediwitch, walking out of the storage room. "What brings you here to visit me?"
"I think I may be coming down with something." She admitted.
Pomfrey sighed, "Severus mentioned that you haven't been feeling well lately." She pointed at an empty bed. "Lie down here."
Florence obeyed, and Pomfrey kept on lecturing her: "You and Severus have been working too much! I know what you do is important for... us." She couldn't say the Order, for safety reasons. "But all that stress and sleepless nights are not good for you!"
"I know, Poppy. I know..." Florence closed her eyes as a wave of nausea started, making her thankful she hadn't eaten anything for lunch, otherwise she'd be throwing up.
Pomfrey frowned at her discomfort and pointed her wand at Florence, tensing up immediately and worrying her patient.
"What is it, Poppy?"
Pomfrey didn't answer her, just passing her wand over her body again.
"Oh, my Merlin." She gasped as she confirmed her diagnostic.
Florence asked again: "What's happening to me? You're scaring me."
Pomfrey pointed her wand to the room and cast: "Homenum revelio." When the spell showed they were alone, she added: "Muffliato." And looked at Florence. "Tell me again what you've been feeling."
Florence sat up and frowned, "I've been dizzy, which I believe is due to lack of sleep; also I'm somewhat moody and angry. Last night I had dinner but got hungry again in the middle on the night. So I got up and ate. Also drank a lot of ginger ale – Molly's was delicious! Then today I slept until two in the afternoon – which was glorious! But I couldn't eat Molly's roast beef, for I vomited at the sight of it."
Pomfrey didn't say a word, she just went into the storage room and walked back out with a couple of vials in her pocket.
Then she asked: "Have you been taking your contraceptive potion, Florence?"
"What?" Florence exclaimed. "Of course I have! I'm not insane to get pregnant in such times!"
Pomfrey looked at her with a serious expression, retrieving one vial from her pocket and showing it to her. "Give me your finger, Flor."
Florence shook her head, fear in her eyes. "You can't be serious! I have been careful, I..." she began to think of all the weird symptoms she'd been having for the past couple of months – she'd had all of them before. She closed her eyes, murmuring: "Oh, no..." and reached her finger to Pomfrey, who quickly got a drop of her blood out, dripping it straight into the white liquid – which turned yellow.
Pomfrey spoke softly: "And there is your problem."
"How, Poppy? I've never missed my contraceptive potion!" Florence was close to tears.
"Even the best brewed potion can have its effects altered by the emotional state of the person who's taking it, Florence. So: stress." Pomfrey looked at her friend with compassion and a little hesitation for she hadn't forgotten how hard the last pregnancy had been on Florence's body. "You will have to stop working. You can't keep flooing around. And you should avoid apparition, the risk of splinching when you're this weak is not worth it."
"Yes. I understand, Poppy." Florence looked at the windows, touching her belly, terrified for her baby.
Then Pomfrey continued. "Do you want the bigger news?"
Florence looked at her, even more concerned. "What? Am I sick on top of being pregnant? Will it harm my baby?"
"No. Not sick. Just expecting twins, again." Poppy made a face between amused and concerned.
Florence looked at her with incredulity and grabbed her own wand, passing it over her belly, casting an image of her womb above her bellybutton. And there they were: two little heartbeats, each onion-sized baby moving inside their own amniotic sack; she could identify their little limbs already. "They are not identical, this time."
"Nope." Pomfrey whispered. "A boy and a girl."
Florence saw she was right and stopped the spell, sitting on the bed, thinking.
"I... I don't know what to do." She admitted after a while, tears falling from her eyes. "I miss the babies I already have, I haven't seen Sophie, Chris and Liz in nearly a month!" She cried. "I can't put these little ones in danger!" she touched her belly, realizing something. "Wait, by what I could see, I'm seventeen weeks already. Shouldn't I be bigger? Specially it being two?"
Pomfrey sighed, "That's something we need to talk about; you haven't been eating properly. Those two babies have been sucking every last nutrient from your body, you're very close to being anaemic. And you know how dangerous that can be in a pregnancy."
"Yes, I know. I'll eat better and stop working. I won't risk my babies."
"Also, considering how hard your last pregnancy was... I'd like to treat this one as high risk."
Florence nodded, "I understand. You're right to think like that." She paused, whispering next: "I'm terrified, Poppy... I can't raise my children near my father. I don't know how much longer the war will last."
"Florence." Pomfrey stopped her, touching her shoulder. "Through all these years that I've known you, I've watched you and Severus grow from a stupid young couple to a strong beautiful family, and I know there's nothing you two can't overcome together. Specially when it comes to babies: you're great parents."
"Thanks, Poppy." she smiled.
Pomfrey put the cork back on the yellow test vial and gave it to Florence.
"Take this with you, for when you tell Severus. I'm sure he's gonna jump in ecstasy. He was always talking about having as many kids as the Weasleys." She chuckled, but Florence didn't join her, seemingly lost in thought.
"Meanwhile." Pomfrey continued, getting another vial from her pocket. "Take this Vitamix potion daily and... Maybe get Tiffany here to cook for you or start having your meals at home – she already knows what you can keep down when pregnant."
"Yes. Of course. I'll do that. Thank you, Poppy."
Florence walked back to her husband's office with her feelings all over the place.
She was extremely happy and very much afraid at the same time.
Two babies. She smiled, A little boy and a little girl.
She couldn't wait to tell Severus. She knew the months ahead weren't going to be easy, but they would have two more little ones to love – and that was reason to celebrate.
However, when she reached the gargoyle and walked upstairs, her happy thoughts of babies were interrupted by a strange conversation coming through the door:
"Get the fuck out of here, Alecto!" Severus shouted, sounding furious.
"Come on, Headmaster, don't tell me you don't want it." The woman replied in a sultry voice.
"Get out!" he growled.
And Florence realized right then what the woman was offering her husband, so she used magic to slam the door open and stormed into his office, the scene in front of her eyes making her lose control over her veela.
Her husband was sitting behind his desk looking disgusted and furious while the female death eater was in front of the desk, wearing nothing but a short dark red nightgown.
Severus saw fear in Alecto's eyes when Florence transformed right in front of them: her skin starting to glow, her eyes turning light green and a sudden strong wind swept through the office.
Alecto shrieked, shocked: "Amycus said he saw her go into the hospital wing! What's she doing here?"
Florence raised her right hand towards the woman and Alecto fell to the floor onto her knees, terrified, her face and upper chest bleeding from a violent Sectumsempra and clawing at her own throat, fighting for air.
"Florence!" Severus tried to call her. "Stop, love. Stop now if you don't want to kill her!"
Florence blinked and lowered her hand, thinking she didn't want to kill anyone the same day she had found out about the babies inside of her.
Severus walked to her while Alecto gasped, whimpered and wheezed on the floor.
"I'm glad to hear you went to see Poppy." He touched her face. "And I didn't have to drug you to take you there."
"No, you didn't." She smiled softly, caressing his chest, but then she caught Alecto eye fucking Severus and she pointed her wand at her, casting: "Imperio."
Alecto's eyes immediately got glossy and unfocused, then Florence spoke in a low, commanding voice: "You'll present yourself to the Dark Lord and tell him exactly how you've been trying to seduce his daughter's husband. You'll ask him to punish you, and if he refuses you'll have to jump from the roof of his manor. Now, rise and go!"
Alecto left the room without another word.
"I'd have dealt with her, Flor." He gently pulled her chin up, kissing her lips.
"I know, Sev... but I lost control..." and she now knew why her veela powers had been all over the place lately.
"What did Pomfrey say, love?"
"We better sit down for this, Severus."
He frowned, afraid of what could be happening to her that needed him to sit to listen. But he let her pull him into their bedroom; she sat on the bed and he joined her.
"Close your eyes." She said.
"Florence." He used his teacher voice. "Just tell me..."
"Close your eyes, husband." She replied, copying his tone.
He sighed in annoyance and conceded, closing his eyes. "What now?" he grumbled.
"Open your right hand." She smiled, having fun with his irritation.
Severus did as she had asked and felt something cold being put on his palm, it felt like a glass vial.
"Open your eyes." she whispered.
And he did, looking down at the vial in his hand, his jaw going slack.
"Holy shit! You're pregnant!" he shouted, letting the vial fall on the bed and bringing both her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles and their wedding ring. "How, love? How are you pregnant?" he was looking at her with worry, fear and joy mixing in his heart.
Florence smiled softly, "Five kids in and you still don't know, Mr. Snape?"
He chuckled and pulled her to his lap, kissing her lips. "Smart-ass, you know what I mean. I thought you were taking a contraceptive potion."
"And I was." She caressed his face, brushing his hair off his face. "But... all the stress interfered with it and... here we are." She looked at him. "I'm terrified, Sev."
He exhaled, as fearful as she, but there was something weighting heavily in his heart: "How safe is this pregnancy, Florence?"
She averted her gaze, "Well, right now I'm nearly anaemic, for the babies are–"
"Wait. WHAT?" he shouted. "Babies?"
"Yes. Twins... a boy and a girl."
He chuckled but looked even more concerned. "Holy fuck! Two more babies!" he kissed her lips and repeated his question: "How safe is this, love?"
"Not much." She replied honestly. "Pomfrey thinks it's better to think of this as high risk pregnancy, and I agree with her. But what do you want me to do? Terminate it? The babies are developing fine, I'd never do that!"
He pulled her to a hug. "How far along are you?"
"Seventeen weeks."
"Fuck." He closed his eyes briefly. "You should be bigger by now, Florence!"
"I know. But the babies are fine."
"And you, love? I worry about you too." He touched her face, kissing her tenderly. "I haven't forgotten how weak you got while expecting Sophie. This time it'll probably be worse."
"I know." She whispered against his lips. "But these are our babies..." she put his hand on her not-yet-round belly.
Severus closed his eyes, the fear of losing her paralyzing him.
"Aren't you happy about it?" Florence asked.
"Of course I am, Flor. I'm truly happy. But I'm just as terrified. I don't want to lose you – none of you." He caressed her belly.
She closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder, just enjoying the peacefulness of having his arms around her.
Severus focused on sending his energy and his love to the babies, smiling. "I didn't think I'd get to do this again."
She looked at him, "You're happy with this, aren't you, Sev?"
"I am. I'm afraid as well, but I'm really happy that you'll grown round with our babies once more. What will we name them?"
"We always said that we had a James so we might as well have a Lily. So I thought of Lily Rose – we can give her your grandmother's middle name."
"And the boy can be Stephen," suggested Severus. "My grandfather's middle name."
Florence smiled, nodding. "I like those names."
"Lily and Stephen." Said Severus, caressing her belly. "Hopefully they'll be nice kids like Nick and not stubborn like James."
"Yes. Please." She said. "We'll go mad if we have to deal with the war and two little babies like James. He was eighteen months when he began vanishing the water from the bathtub when he didn't want to take a bath."
Severus laughed. "I wish I had seen that."
She glared at him, "No you don't, trust me."
He kissed her, suddenly realizing something: "We'll be parents and grandparents next year."
"Yes. And in eleven years they'll be entering Hogwarts together. How crazy is that?"
He smiled again, "Well, can't say I'm upset about it. Three babies."
She looked at him with love, "You're just a big softy, Mr. Death Eater."
He chuckled, never removing his hand from her belly, looking at her face. "It's good to have something positive to look for, for once."
"Yes. But... I don't want to work at the Ministry anymore." She whispered.
Severus nodded. "I don't want you out of my sight until these babies are born. I'll send a letter requesting a private audience with your father and I'll tell him that I don't want you working outside of the castle anymore." He kissed her left hand. "I'll have to tell him about the babies though."
"I know." She sighed.
There was a heavy silence, their thoughts echoing one another's fears and hopes.
Severus stood up and laid her on the bed, lying down beside her and wrapping both arms around her, holding her against his chest.
"I love you, Sev." Florence whispered.
"You're everything to me, Flor." He replied, caressing her hair until she fell asleep.
Severus kissed her head, breathing in the vanilla scent he loved, and got up, letting her nap before dinner.
Then he sent a Patronus to the twins. And James apparated into his office nearly at the same time as Nicholas.
"What happened, dad?" asked James.
"Your mother finally talked to Poppy today." Severus said, unsmiling.
Both looked at him with concern, "What's wrong with mom?" they asked at the same time.
"She's pregnant. With twins."
They fell silent, thinking about all the repercussions of that.
"How?" asked Nick, frowning.
"Don't ask him that!" James admonished his brother. "He'll just get graphic and gross!"
Severus smirked and James glared at him.
"I meant," said Nick, looking from his father to his brother. "How did that happen? Wasn't she taking a contraceptive?"
"Yes, but it failed." Said Severus.
It was James' turn to frown. "Wait. The contraceptive potion can fail?"
"Yes. Even if perfectly brewed." Explained Severus. "For its effects depend on adverse biological factors. Your mother has been under great stress lately. So the potion's effect was compromised."
"NOW you tell me that?" James exclaimed. "My fiancée is under a lot of stress! Camping in the woods and hunting Horcruxes!"
"That's why you should be wearing condoms." Said Severus, arching and eyebrow.
"Why didn't you?" growled James, "Mom wouldn't be pregnant if you had!"
Severus glared at him. "Are you upset you're getting siblings?"
"Of course not!" James exclaimed. "But I remember how sick mom was when expecting Sophie!"
"James has a point, dad." Said Nicholas. "Is this pregnancy even safe?"
"No." Severus honestly replied. "That's why I called you here. Nick, you have to look after Fred and give us information about the Order. So I need you here, James, to help me keep and eye on your mother. I'm getting Tiffany here too."
James nodded, "Of course, dad. I'll look after mom."
Nicholas chuckled, "Our family will be getting three babies next year."
"Or four." Murmured James, feeling the eyes of his brother and their father on him. "What? If the contraceptive can fail due to stress, it's not impossible! I'm not a pull-out kind of guy!"
Severus snorted, "Considering that your mom's pregnant and so is Fred – I have to conclude none of us is."
James groaned, "I already know an unhealthy amount of information about you and mom, dad. I didn't need to hear that!"
Nicholas smiled at their exchange, James' displeasure on hearing their dad bedded their mom always amused him.
"After learning that dark hair is not the only thing we three have in common," said Nicholas. "I have to say that, despite the risk, I bet mom's happy "
"Yes." Severus smiled. "She's always loved being a mom."
"And she's a great mom." James said affectionately.
"Thanks, baby." They heard Florence say from the door that led to the bedroom.
She walked to her sons and hugged James, kissing his cheek. "Love you, Jamie."
Then Nicholas pulled her into a hug. "We're very happy about our new siblings, mom. But we're worried about you."
"I know, baby." She kissed his cheek as well. "Love you, Nick."
Then she walked to her husband and he pulled up a chair for her to sit, receiving an angry stare from her.
"Sit, Florence. You know how this goes."
She sat, whispering: "And so it begins." knowing he'd be even more overprotective than when she was expecting Sophie.
"What are their names?" Nick asked.
"Stephen and Lily-Rose." Said Florence.
"After dad's grandparents." Said James. "That's nice."
Then Severus dropped the bomb: "I'll have to tell your grandfather about the babies, for it's not safe for Flor to be flooing daily to and from the Ministry and I don't want her out of our sights."
"Also." Added Florence, a little angry. "Taking my wishes into consideration: I don't want to work there anymore either."
Severus arched an eyebrow at her and James rolled his eyes, telling his brother:
"Let's get out before they begin to violently flirt in front of us."
And the boys disapparated.
Severus kneeled in front of her chair and kissed her belly.
"Promise me you won't fight me on this, Florence: until you give birth, I am going to make your comfort, safety and needs my priority."
She groaned in annoyance, but conceded: "Fine. But I'll complain."
He chuckled, "As long as you don't hex me in the next five months and obey me."
Her green eyes sparkled with interest, "Mm, so I must obey you?" she looked at him, "But you're the one kneeling before me... and you know I like it when you kneel." She opened her legs wider.
He smirked and ran his hands under her dress, pulling her hips to the edge of the chair and ripping both her stockings and her knickers.
Florence rested both feet on his shoulders, opening herself up for him. And he wasted no time, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, he licked her, slowly, his tongue drawing upward along her slit, avoiding her clit completely.
"Fuck." She gasped, fisting her hands in his soft hair, as two fingers entered her channel, expertly pressing on her g-spot.
Florence moaned his name, arching on the padded chair while he alternated his two fingers and his tongue in her pussy. And then he thrust his fingers into her and sucked on her clit.
"Aaah, Sev! Fuck, yes!" She trembled as she orgasmed in his mouth.
Severus quickly stood up and carried her to the bedroom, divestoing them both and sitting on the bed, with her on his lap.
"Ride me, princess." He ordered, holding her waist and watching her rubbing her wet folds on his hard dick. "Get that delicious pussy on my cock, love."
She sat on him slowly, getting him as deep as comfortable, wincing a little.
"Stop if it hurts, Florence." He said in concern.
"Just a little uncomfortable." She whispered, moving up and down on his lap and throwing her head back in pleasure, her arms on his shoulders, pulling him for a messy kiss, his dick pressing on her g-spot.
Severus pressed a finger to her clit and she trembled.
"Fuck, your cumming for me again, princess?"
"Yes, this thick cock fucking me." She whimpered. "So good! Fill me up, Sev. Get another baby in me."
He groaned in pleasure at her request, "Such a naughty and greedy princess; knocked up with two babies and wanting a third."
"Yes! Please, Sev!" and she was screaming his name, climaxing on his dick, clenching around him deliciously.
"You want cum?" he growled, fisting a hand in her hair. "Take it. Take all my cum!" and he spilled inside of her, overflowing her tight and clenching pussy.
They shared a sweet kiss between gasps.
"Did I hurt you, love?" He asked, softly.
She leaned on him, still breathing fast, kissing his lips slowly. "No, Sev. It was great." She yawned. "Let me nap for an hour and get us some dinner."
He chuckled, "And you dare say you're not spoiled."
She laughed, kissing him once more, "Love you." She said before lying on the bed and closing her eyes.
Severus lay on his back, both hands behind his back, looking at the ceiling above the bed and smiling.
Despite all the risks and fears, he was ecstatic.
Two more babies.
He had put two more babies in her.
Note: so many things happening now. Wow! The story is finally getting close to the end. I'll respect the canon date for the last battle, which is May 2nd 1998, so we're just months away from it.
Get ready for all the feels!
And I'm already dreaming of seeing Lynne, Lily and Stephen being sorted into Hogwarts houses! It'll be so cute!