Chapter 75: The Difference Between Dreams and Reality

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Warning: Sexual content ahead...

The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...

Morning had come and with it came the way ward rays of the warming sun. Hermione Granger-Snape's amber eyes opened despite her attempts to stave off awakening. She stretched expecting to feel the familiar empty place in her bed and was quite shocked at the sensation of another sleeping form being next to her. Shaking off the rest of her sleep, the bushy haired witch sat up pulling back the covers as she did. To say that she was shocked to see Severus sleeping next to her was an understatement. The Potions Master had been unaffected by her antics and continued to snore rather lightly on his side of the bed. Fearing that this was just another dream from which she had not wanted to awaken, Hermione reached out tentatively brushing her trembling fingertips against his warm pale flesh.

Severus groaned in his sleep and shifted until he faced her. It surprised her to see him let alone feel him beneath her trembling fingertips. His obsidian eyes opened and he took in the sight of his young wife. Once more tears streamed down her cheeks. Snape reached up and wiped them away with his long pale fingers flexing against her cheek. The softness of her unkempt hair as it fell to her shoulders made him allow something of a smile to pass across his pale face.

"I'm still here witch." he said taking her hand in his and bringing it to his pale lips. "Just like the past six times you awoke to ensure that you weren't dreaming."

The tears came more frequently as she felt his lips graze the flesh of her hand. Hermione leaned forward and pushed herself into Snape's body noting that he had been as naked beneath the crisp white sheets of her rather large bed. She burst into giggles when Snape maneuvered and had her back pressed against the mattress.

"Severus..." said Hermione nearly breathless.

The Potions Master pressed his lean pale form into her slender one inciting a moan from her and a low grunt from himself. He had waited so long to have her this way. He could still remember the last time he had taken her to bed. They spent the night in the Hogs Head Inn. He recalled how angry she had been due to his antics with Bellatrix and how she showed him just how much she loved him. Surprisingly, he revealed not only to her but to himself just how much he loved her in return.

Overcome with emotion, Snape began to kiss the writhing witch's lips and trail down to her neck and exposed chest. Hermione let out another moan surrendering to the stirring emotions her husband was causing to boil to the surface. Only he could make her feel this wanted. Her heart was racing and his hands were skillfully moving about her body causing her respond to him as if they had never been parted.

"Severus." moaned the amber eyed witch needing to feel closer to her husband.

Snape's obsidian eyes had a heat behind them that seemed to consume him. He trailed his deliberate kisses down her body until he came to her stomach. The infamous scar on her belly, that Dolohov had given her when he cursed her and caused her to lose their first child. She had taken to placing a glamour charm on it and the others caused by a jealous Bellatrix.

"I'm sorry." said Snape as he tailed his kisses along his wife's imperfections.

"It's not your fault." said Hermione softly.

"I should have been there to protect you." he replied. "I should have been here for you and Phaeron."

"You did the best you could." she said stroking his sallow pale cheek with her free hand. "Being with us wasn't a choice due to Harry trying to murder you."

Snape could hear the resentment in her tone and couldn't honestly blame her for her reaction. He had felt the same about losing time with his wife and young son while Potter got to watch his family grow and thrive never missing a moment in their happy lives.

"I made you a promise." said Snape changing the subject as he continued to kiss his wife senseless. "Can you recall what it was?"

Feeling her body ignited with a fire she could hardly describe, Hermione had been more interested in the pleasure that would come from his antics.

"Severus." she said nearly pleading as he continued to kiss and tease her.

Snape pressed his body into his wife's slender form knowing full well that it made her wild in her desire for him.

"Severus please..." she said. "Make me feel good..."

Hearing those words that had driven him wild with need so many times before, Snape obliged her entering his wife with one swift thrust. Hermione wrapped her legs around his lean frame in a bid to get as close as she could to him.

"I love you." he whispered as he thrust into her at a long slow pace.

"I love you too." she whispered back losing herself in the sensations he was creating within her.

The sound of creaking bed springs and the headboard beating against the wall filled the formerly silent bedroom of Hermione Granger-Snape as husband and wife continued to get reacquainted with one another.

Phaeron Snape's Bedroom, The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...

The suns rays had entered the bedroom of the sleeping Phaeron Snape causing the eleven year old to grimace and roll over onto his side to avoid the direct beam. The common and all too familiar urge to use the loo had been shattering the last of the pleasantly sleeping boy's sleep and he awoke looking around. His mind had been a haze as he adjusted to the surroundings of his bedroom and what he believed to have been a dream of his father's return to the living world.

Feeling the call of nature more severely, he climbed out of bed noting the crisp morning air as he walked barefoot across the hardwood floor toward the hall. He sleepily ventured into the loo with only the notion of relieving this aching bladder at the forefront of his mind. He had been completely oblivious to the sound of thrashing coming from his mother's bedroom and the jumbled voices that seemed to mere behind the door that sealed it off from the rest of the house.

Once he had finished his business in the loo, Phaeron made his way toward the kitchen with the sole intention of obtaining a toffee nut bar. He figured his mother had one stashed away that he had not gotten a hold of yet. Possibly as a way to ease his future heartbreak about his dream not being a reality. The raven haired young Slytherin sighed thinking back to how vivid the dream seemed to have been. His father had returned in the flesh at Malfoy Manor and it seemed all was right with the world. His mother had been happy for once. The happiest he had ever seen her.

Phaeron went about the kitchen when he got the brilliant idea to have some pumpkin juice. He obtained it without any incident and turned his attention back to his very vivid dream. He had hoped his godfather had something to help with saving his father but found nothing of use at Malfoy Manor. It would be another week before he went back to Hogwarts with the holiday break but he was confidant he would be able to find what he was looking for there. After all, his father did have a lot of books.

Finally emerging from his intrusive thoughts, Phaeron noted the sounds coming from his mother's bedroom. At first he had been confused believing that his mother might have been in some sort of danger, but then he heard her muffled voice from behind the walls. She seemed to have been enjoying whatever antics the male in the room had been putting her thought.

Hearing a male voice seemed to set the boy into a panic as he ventured toward his mother's bedroom.. The sounds got louder and as he neared the hard wood door. Concern for his mother had been the initial driving force behind the young wizard's movements followed by a twinge of curiosity. He was after all his mother's child.

Hermione's Bedroom, The Snape Residence, London, England, Muggle World...

Snape felt the rush of his release rip through him as Hermione clawed at the pale flesh of his back. It amused him to note that he could count her "claw marks" as "good" scars for future recollection. He had been sporting quite a few of them since the first night he had taken her to bed. Hermione began to relax beneath him feeling his release rush through her slender body and rip her own climax from her.

"SEVERUS!" she shouted loud enough for their neighbors to hear.

Snape smirked as he kissed her sweat blasted body. Since he had returned to the land of the living he and Hermione had been at it quite a few times, so many that he had lost count to be sure. He had intended to make good on his promises to the beautiful witch and of course he had been unable to get release for eleven years. There had been no doubt in his mind that Hermione would end up pregnant given how easily he had managed it before.

Hermione stared up at the ceiling too hot for the sheet that had been draped over her sweat blasted slender frame. Her bushy hair had been wild giving her the much amusing appearance of a Gryffindor Lioness. Snape had been beside her having slithered from between her legs and landing onto his stomach in the process. He had been as spent as she had been and also trying to catch his breath.

"Wow!" said Hermione trying to focus her fading vision.

"Indeed." replied Snape looking her over.

"That was...much better than I remember." she said almost absently.

Snape smirked as he buried his face in the nearby pillow. His raven hair stuck to his face and neck due to heavy sweat. He loved "making her feel good." The fact that she retained her innocence during their separation made her all the more endearing.

"I'm famished." said the Potions Master breaking the short silence.

"Me Too." replied Hermione still reeling from their latest antics.

Snape made not sudden movements but felt eyes upon him that had not belonged to his wife. He deduced that their curious son had gotten out of bed and had been drawn to the foreign noises coming from his mother's bedroom. At first the invasion of privacy made his blood boil and he had half a mind to teach his son the meaning of boundaries but he took a breath and simply used his wand-less magic to slam the door in his son's face and ensure that he minded his own business.

He smirked rather wickedly to himself when he heard Phaeron trip over his own feet in fear of the phantom door. The boy was truly a first year. Fumbling and blind to knowledge that had been just out of his reach.

Thirty minutes had passed and Hermione had unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Snape emerged from the room. It had been mostly due to his needing to put food into his stomach and use the loo but he made his way through the house as if he had lived there for years. Phaeron heard the door to his mother's bedroom open and came out to see whom it had been that emerged. His obsidian eyes caught sight of his father making his way toward the loo and he was completely stunned.

He believed everything that happened the previous night had been all apart of some dream. Now he understood why his mother's room had been off limits and why she had not been in the kitchen when he first awoke. His father had been home and they had been reconnecting so to speak. The raven haired boy smiled realizing his wish had come true. His family was whole again.

Later...

Hermione emerged from the bedroom with her night gown draped over her body as she made her way toward the loo. She had been a bit out of sorts when she first awoke finding herself in bed alone. She thought she had dreamed her time with Severus until she felt the familiar ache that had been sort of his calling card ever since she knew what it was to be a woman. A smile filed across her face when she stepped into the kitchen and caught sight of Severus and Phaeron eating a freshly cooked breakfast.

Snape sipped a fresh cup of coffee and turned his attention to Hermione. Phaeron smiled as he finished his eggs noting his mother's messy hair. Hermione did not seem to notice her hair had looked to have taken on a life of it's own as she stood rather groggy in the kitchen not at all sure if she had truly been awake.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Snape." said The Potions Master with a smirk. "You look as though you've had a rough night."

Phaeron laughed at his father's obvious quip at his mother's expense.

The amber eyed witch glared at her husband.

"I couldn't sleep due to a certain Slytherin git insisting on having his way with me." she replied setting down to a plate of her own.

"What do you expect?" asked Snape in his own defense as he poured her a cup of coffee. "It's been eleven years since I've had certain appetites sated...one could hardly blame me."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she turned her attention to her breakfast. It seems that Severus had far more skill in other areas than she originally gave him credit for, of course he would be proficient at cooking, he was a Potions Master...mixing a brewing ingredients was in the job description. As the coffee took effect, the bushy haired witch had seemed to be in a much more pleasant mood.

For the first time ever the Snape family enjoyed breakfast together.

Phaeron couldn't have asked for a better Holiday, his father was home and already everything seemed better at home. He had not seen his mother smile very often but when his father had been around it had been like she was a different person. The icy bitterness was long gone and she seemed more like a giddy school girl in his presence. For his father's part, Severus Snape appeared to be as impressive in life as he had been in the stories and memories Phaeron had been exposed to since his birth.

The portrait back at Hogwarts had not done his father's impressive height justice as he towered above him. The raven haired boy also noted how his father walked in long strides often reaching his destination a lot quicker than most. It was kind of awe inspiring watching the man in gauge in conversation, his intellect had been far more superior than any one Phaeron had ever known including his mother.

It was utterly fascinating watching as his father and mother traded witty banter at the breakfast table as well as debated theories of magic and potions work. His mother seemed to thrive in the midst of the conversation, like she had been reunited with a part of herself that had long since been forgotten.

Phaeron had been a very happy eleven year old boy. It seemed everything was finally going to be alright in his household after all. Though he still wondered whom it was that had tried to murder his father causing the eleven year separation to begin with. He had been on to something when he thought the so called murderer had been within the Order Of Phoenix. It seemed to most logical place to start looking given the amount of respect the other death eaters were forced to show his father and how powerful he was there was no way it was someone from their ranks.