Chapter 45: Right Side Of Wrong

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Warning: Sexual content ahead...

The Room, Hog's Head Inn, Hogsmeade, Wizarding World...

It had been dark out when Hermione awoke finding herself resting against her bastard husband's chest. The thought of his actions enraged her to no end. First he killed Dumbledore and then...he slept with that psychotic bitch Bellatrix. The more she thought about it the more she found herself enraged all over again. She struck him and he opened his eyes confused at first as to why he had been struck and then he noted the fury behind her amber eyes. He didn't speak or move to stop her as she struck him again. The realization dawned on the young witch that he was allowing her to punish him. Whatever his reasons were had been unclear but he clearly wanted her to hurt him in some way.

"I HATE YOU." said Hermione bitterly as she climbed off him and sat on the edge of the bed.

Snape sighed and sat up.

"So you keep saying." he said dusting off his worn attire.

"You deserve whatever Voldemort does to you." she said still bitter.

Snape hissed at the mention of The Dark Lord's true name. It caused pain to shoot through his right forearm but he took it. She could say the name as many times as she liked so long as it inflicted enough pain to satisfy her.

"Yes." he replied without emotion.

Hermione found herself unable to retain her anger for very long as once again the hurt took presidency over her other emotions.

"Why Severus?" she asked as the tears came streaming down her cheeks. "Why did you have to do this to us?"

Snape felt the knife twist in his supposedly non-existent heart at her words. It appeared that she had still loved him despite all that he had done.

"I make no excuses for my actions." he said in an emotionless tone. "If you are looking for a reason to pass judgement then simply look no further than my being a death eater."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"Bullshit." she said catching him off guard with her choice of dialogue.

He had not expected that to come from her. It seemed clear that his bad habits and attitude was starting to rub off on her. A brief flashback to the way future Hermione had been in his dream shook him to his core. Her hard eyes, the bitter expression. He was sure that it was going to happen now.

"What have I done?" he asked aloud forgetting that present Hermione was there.

"You've done a lot of terrible things in the passed few months." she said bitterly. "Like murdering your employer, the leader of The Order Of Phoenix dedicated to stopping Voldemort..."

Snape hissed in pain again.

"Cheating on your wife with that Psychotic daft bimbo Bellatrix..." she continued to count off his list of sins and situations of misbehavior.

"I know who and what I am." said Snape in the same emotionless tone.

"You're stupid is what you are." said Hermione.

Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

"I beg your pardon?" he said.

"You heard me git." replied Hermione with her amber eyes narrowed at him. "Why wasn't I enough for you?...why wasn't our life enough for you?"

Snape could hardly believe this. She had no idea how much like Bellatrix she was sounding at the moment.

"I HATE THAT YOU ARE A MURDERER AND A CHEATING BASTARD SEVERUS SNAPE." said Hermione making it clear that she had no intention of letting this go. "But that doesn't mean that I don't see you."

The Potions master simply blinked at her confused by her words.

The bushy haired witch sighed.

"I know you feel every bit as empty and hopeless as I do." she said summing him up in a matter of seconds. "Don't you dare try and deny it you'll only be lying to yourself."

"What do you want from me Hermione?" asked Snape frustrated by all the overwhelming emotions that danced between them.

"The real question is what do you want from me Severus?" she asked her amber eyes seeming to peer into his soul.

"Why are you asking me this?" he asked.

"Why are you trying to avoid the answer?" she countered.

Snape rubbed his face in with his hands and sighed once more.

"I DON'T KNOW!" he found himself shouting bitter at her prying.

"Yes you do." she replied with her eyes still narrowed. "You stupid git...you know exactly what you want...no...need... from me."

"Why are you doing this?" asked Snape backing toward the nearby wall as she advanced.

"No more running Severus." she said. "Tell me the truth...you owe me that much."

Snape again rolled his eyes.

"What I want is of no consequence to you." he said. "What I want is to strip you down to nothing...toss you into that bed and pound into your soft little center until I make you scream...and in the process I could finally have the son I always wanted."

"Is that the best you can come up with?" asked Hermione. "Sex seems to be the only thing your capable of thinking about."

"What I want is for this Merlin forsaken war to be over...I want Voldemort to be dead...I want you to be safe for more than five fucking seconds..." said Snape hissing in pain at the mention of the dark lord's name. "I want you as my wife in more than just name...I want to make you happy...I want to be done with Potter for the rest of my fucking life...I want no more terms of service to Albus...I want to give you what I promised you the day we lost our child...the more you ask the more you will see that it is irrelevant...what I want.."

Hermione had heard every word he said and felt conflicted once more about him.

"What do you need Severus?" she asked.

"I-I-I need my wife." he replied in a broken tone.

Snape dropped to his knees before the witch, as he had so many times before Voldemort and Dumbledore.

"I need to know that having feelings for her is not going to make her come to regret being with me no matter what happens in this war." he continued. "I need to know that she still loves me in return...and I will do whatever is necessary to make this right with her."

Hermione considered this murdering, unfaithful bastard on his knees before her. Try as she might she could not bring herself to actually hate him. She wanted to. She wanted to just cast aside her emotion and simply hop into the sack with the next young wizard she met and he would deserve nothing less then that but she was determined to some how prove him wrong she she had been the first day they got married. He always expected her to turn tail and run, to scorn him like the others, but neither her pride nor her heart which sadly still belonged to the stupid git would allow her to do so.

"I still love you Severus." she said honestly. "But if you so much as point your cock in that bitch's direction...I am going to castrate you."

Snape smirked unable to do much more as Hermione made her way over toward him. He rested his head against her belly as she ran her fingers through his slick raven hair. The coldness within the dour wizard had begun to recede. They stayed like this for several minutes before Snape got to his feet and carried the beautiful young witch toward the bed.

Hermione began to react to him much as she always had and it only made him want her more.

"I really do love you, Severus." she said serious as she looked into his obsidian eyes.

At this Snape carefully pressed his pale lips into her soft pink ones.

The kiss was soft and tender unlike the ones they had shared before. There was no sense of urgency or lust that needed to be satisfied. Snape had been careful and considerate concerning his young wife. She had just gone through a traumatic experience and he did not want to burden her further but she seemed to be desperate for intimate contact with him.

"Severus." she said softly as he slowly kissed her neck.

"Hermione." he replied in an equally soft tone.

As the husband and wife began to maneuver in bed together. Their respective attire littered the floor below them as well as the comforter and a few unwanted pillows. Hermione had taken the initiative and pushed Severus down pressing his back against the mattress. Looking down at her naked husband she noticed a few new scars as well as his subsequent weight loss as a result of all the stress he had been under as of late.

There had been tears in her eyes as she thought about how he was nearly killed by Mad-Eye when Spinner's End burned to the ground. It turned her stomach noting how happy everyone had been that they had been so cruel to him. Snape reached up softly stroking the fresh scars upon her youthful flesh made by Bellatrix and the other death eaters that had attacked her and her friends.

"I'm sorry." he said as if he had been the one to cause all this.

"It's not your fault." said Hermione kissing his lips tentatively.

Snape stroke the scar on Hermione's belly.

"I love you." he said softly. "There has been no one in this world for me but you."

Tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks and he kissed them dry.

"Let me give you what you asked of me all those months ago." he said with a look in his eyes that she had seen only once before.

Snape kissed her bare chest causing her to moan in pleasure.

"I love you." he whispered against the soft flesh he pressed his pale lips to.

More tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks.

She had not believed that this could happen. That he would be back where he belonged sharing not only a bed but his closely guarded heart with her. She would work out what he did to Dumbledore later as Snape rarely acted without thought or planning and something about what happened did not seem to make any sense to her the more she thought about it.

"Please." said Severus in a broken voice.

"Yes." said Hermione giving him her permission. "Yes Severus...I want you to..."

It seemed to be all he needed to hear and she found herself flipped onto the mattress and Snape towered above her. She moaned feeling the familiar weight of her husband pressed between her slender thighs.

"I love you." said Severus as he entered her, not with his usual urgency but with careful consideration. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you..."

The image of future Hermione entered his mind once more and he began to thrust into the willing young witch below him. Her familiar moans filled his ears and her fingernails dug into the pale flesh of his back. This act had not made him feel like an empty shell crumbling at the seams. This act had not made him want to vomit until he couldn't move. He had not needed to hide behind rage or firewhiskey.

All he wanted was her.

All he needed was her.

Wizarding and Muggle world's be damned.

Voldemort and Dumbledore be damned.

"Hermione." he whispered softly into her ear.

She arched into him as he continued to thrust finding his new rhythm.

"I love you, witch." said Severus.

"I love you too, Severus." she managed.

Tears streamed down the cheeks of the young bushy haired witch as her husband continued to give her pleasure. They had no idea how long they had been at it as the afternoon got later and life went on around them. The flashes of a small boy with raven hair and obsidian eyes entered Snape's mind as he continued to make love to his wife.

He saw the same boy grow and become the young teenager he had spoken to on occasion whom had perfected one of his potions and seemed to have developed into a fine young man with Hermione's direction.

"Phaeron." said Snape realizing all too well what all this meant.

This was the moment. This was when his only surviving son would be conceived. At the moment of his realization, Snape found his release ripped from him following Hermione's as she arched into his thrusts.

"SEVERUS!" she called out at the height of her climax.

"Hermione." he said feeling himself become as weak as a newborn and collapsing on top of her.

He had taken a few moments before pulling away from the sleepy witch and rolling onto his side of the bed. It never mattered what bed they lay in it was always the same with them. Snape slept on the left side and Hermione on the right. If she was in need of contact she slept with her head on his chest. If he was feeling generous he allowed it though in the past he preferred to be left alone after.

Feeling the heaviness of sleep, Snape drifted off to sleep right along with his witch.

The Next Few Hours...

Snape awoke with purpose. Hermione had still been asleep. Curled onto her side after his trip to the loo. The Headmaster of Hogwarts had been fully dressed and taking in the lovely sight of his wife. He had truly missed her during their time apart and had been sincere in his promise to make up every wrong he had ever committed when it came to her. Ending this war was a step in the right direction. If she wanted him to turn himself in to The Order of Phoenix when it was all over that was fine by him, provided he survived Voldemort's wrath for what he was about to do. Thought he knew he couldn't put his plan into action without the aid of Lucius Malfoy.

The Potions Master kissed his sleeping wife who stirred slightly confused about his being fully dressed.

"Severus?" she said sleepily. "W-Where are you going?"

"I must return to Hogwarts." he said. "There are somethings that need to be done in preparation."

Hermione sat up upon hearing this.

"In preparation for what?" she asked.

"The end of this Merlin forsaken war." replied Snape. "I may have a plan to speed things along but I'm going to need you to get Potter and the remaining Order members to Hogwarts."

"But won't that put you at risk with...the dark lord?" she asked.

"You let me worry about that." said Snape with a smirk.

"What if the order tries to arrest you?" she asked.

"They'll have to wait until we bring down Voldemort." said Snape hissing at the intentional pain he caused himself.

Hermione didn't understand any of this. He had suddenly seemed so "gung-ho" about everything. She wondered if he was that desperate to prove to her that he was serious about wanting her forgiveness.

"Just be sure to have Potter in place." said Snape. "I'll handle the rest."

Hermione sighed.

"As you wish." she said echoing her husband's words to him.

Snape smirked again.

"Don't worry so much Gryffindor." he said. "Get some sleep...you'll need it."

The bushy haired witch yawned and layed back in bed. She had her eyes half closed when she noted how Snape leaned down and kissed her exposed belly.

"See you soon..." he said softly. "Phaeron."

Before Hermione could inquire as to what he meant by that he was gone. She sighed and decided to get a few more minutes of shut eye. Snape had paid for the room once again despite neither one of them using it later and headed back toward Malfoy Manor. He needed to speak with Lucius and he needed to muzzle a certain Pureblood bitch named Bellatrix before he could proceed with his plans. If all went well, the wizarding world would be done with the dark lord for good. If not then he'd have more than a few people to contend with beyond the grave.

Snape knew that his death was around the corner. He made no illusions to the contrary, but he kept quiet about it hoping for once he had been wrong and that he could change his future and earn the right to be with his wife and unborn son.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Snape proceeded on to Malfoy Manor.

He needed Lucius if this was going to work and the swanky old sod owed him a favor.