Chapter 84: Introducing Mr. Sidney Sinclair
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Lankershim High School, Boylstein England, Muggle World...
Snape fiddled with his navy blue tie as he stood dressed in a black suit, with a crisp white shirt and heavily polished black dress shoes that would have made Lucius Malfoy proud. His lengthy raven hair had been trimmed and he wore a pair of black rimmed eye glasses. He carried with him a brown briefcase stocked with lecture notes and heavily corrected parchments. The Potions Master took a breath while sitting at his hard wood desk in the center of his empty classroom. Another long day gone and done away with. Playing the part of a muggle chemistry professor had never been something he aspired to during his studies with Master Phaeron, but it was the best Lucius could do given the circumstances. The insane number of students much to thick headed to follow a simple lesson plan when mixing various chemicals into their little beakers was just as staggering as the first years who failed their first year potion class back at Hogwarts.
"Having a rough day, Professor?" asked a familiar female voice that had gotten his attention.
For a moment Snape thought he was back in the wizarding world once again at Hogwarts Castle. Then he noticed a certain amber eyed witch with her normally bushy hair wrapped in an impressive bun reminiscent of McGonagall. He smirked as she made her way over toward him. Her skin a glow and her smile as bright as the sun. She maneuvered until she sat on his lap as he ran his long pale fingers across her belly. Her slender form pressed up against him and she could feel his heartbeat from her back.
"I detest this unconscionable hell hole." he said bitterly. "It's an absolute mad house."
"I know." she replied stroking his other hand as he held her in place on his lap. "But you do good work here, and it's as close to potions making as you can get."
Snape sighed as he continued to rub his wife's belly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked concerned. "Able to keep anything down?"
It was Hermione's turn to sigh, though her's had been a refection of the pleasant feelings coursing through her at the moment.
"I was a little nauseous earlier." replied the amber eyed witch. "But I'm feeling a little better now."
"Any word on the boy?" asked Snape still with concern in his tone.
"Phaeron's doing well in his studies." said Hermione with a smile. "He might have had a Quidditch match."
"Draco tells me there have been no further incidents with Potter's boy." said Snape not at all sure he believed what he was told. "I still don't trust them...he seemed pretty intent on trying to do Phaeron harm from what I can recall."
"And as I recall you handled him quite effectively." replied Hermione still too much in her apparent happiness to let his worries get the better of her.
Snape said nothing as his obsidian eyes reflected his shame from the event. Hermione stroked his sallow pale cheek. She still could not believe that he had really been there with her and that they were expecting another child. Phaeron had been doing well at Hogwarts with little to no incident this time around. It seemed to be good news all around for the Snape family.
It had been something of a shock for Hermione when she found herself pregnant for a second time and they had to quickly arrange a story as to how she ended up dating a muggle by the name of Sidney Sinclair. Her co-worker from Lankershim High, though the two of them had not gotten off on the right foot in the beginning. It always seemed to be a constant shouting match or a test of intellectual wills between the two of them. So it was quite a surprise when they began a romantic relationship outside of work. Her parents had been less than thrilled to meet "Sidney". more or less all over him about his age and interest in his daughter.
Suffice if to say, only one of her parents attended her second wedding to the man she loved. It had not been as grand as the first ceremony, a pretty straight forward process in muggle terms. As far as Snape was concerned all he and Hermione did was renew their marriage vows. Mrs. Granger had been stunned when she found out her daughter had been pregnant a second time. Their second born grandchild had also been a boy, Sidney Alan Sinclair II.
Sidney II of course had been in primary school and often sent to his grandparents home whenever Hermione's mother came knocking and literally begged to take him off their hands. With their busy work schedules and the impending new arrival to prepare for they had been more than willing to allow her to try her hand at playing grandmother.
Snape himself, had not much cared for his muggle identity but he understood the gesture his wife had been making. She seemed determined to name all of their sons after him in some way. Be it his original name or his muggle identity.
Hermione leaned her head back against his chest and pulled him down into her kiss. Snape's hand continued to stroke her expecting belly. The witch had thought it sweet that he had been so protective of her as of late. He didn't want to take any chances with this pregnancy. Both for the baby's sake and Hermione's.
As the happy couple shared their moment, a knock came on the classroom door.
"Sinclair, I was hoping to catch you." said an average looking muggle with a receding hair line and a stuffed shirt.
He wore a suit like Snape but his had been a dull gray color and his shoes weren't as shiny.
"What do you want Collin?" asked Snape annoyed at the interruption.
"Well, I'm going to need to speak to you about the restructured lesson plan for this school term." replied the man known as "Collin" as he sifted through a clipboard full of notes.
He had been startled to see Hermione when he finally looked up from his scribbling.
"Oh...I didn't see you there Professor Snape." he said casually. "You look as radiant as always."
Snape fought the urge to roll his eyes. This was getting to be tiresome and it had only begun.
"Collin what is it that you want?" he asked impatiently. "My wife and I were just about to head home."
"I just wanted to make sure you approve of the final copies of the new lesson plans before we print." said Collin looking over his notes.
"I'll look into it tomorrow." replied Snape too tired to continue this fight.
"Works for me." replied Collin. "Catch you later Sinclair...Ms. Snape."
Snape had been about to correct the water-brained idiot was immediately silenced by Hermione pressing her soft pink lips into his pale ones. One month in this new life and Snape was starting to go crazy. His wife appreciated the lengths he had to go to in order to keep their family together. It was rather tricky pretending to date his own wife before he hurried and remarried her according to the muggle rights of marriage.
"Let's go home." said Hermione gripping his arm hoping to convey the meaning of just how much she wanted him in that moment.
"As you wish Mrs. Snape." he replied with a wicked smirk.
The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...
The first few seconds inside the front door of their home had been the most blissful Snape had felt in a long while. He quickly untied his tie, not at all fond of those muggle contraptions and wishing he could got back in time and hex the inventor of such an annoying device into oblivion. He kicked off his heavy dress shoes and unbuttoned his jacket throwing it onto the sofa and made his way into the kitchen. Hermione locked up and cast a quick silencing charm over the front door so they would not be disturbed.
Snape grabbed a cold soda from the fridge and made his way over toward his lovely pregnant wife. A smirk filed across his sallow pale face as she motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa. He did as she instructed and found himself treated to a rather pleasant shoulder massage. He couldn't deny loving the feel of getting lost in her antics as she gripped his broad shoulders.
"You know it's usually the other way around." he said smirking still despite the pleasantness. "I often end up giving you the massage."
Hermione giggled some.
"Well I'm pregnant...so those come with the territory." she said happily.
"Indeed." replied Snape stopping her hands and pulling her down on the couch. "But you aren't that far along to require such attentions."
"Funny." said Hermione still giggling as he maneuvered her into his lap. "I didn't seem to hear you complaining while you had your pale fingers roaming my naked body."
It was Snape's turn to laugh.
"Of course you won't." he replied. "Any excuse to run my hands along this exquisite form of yours is definitely one I'll take."
"Slytherin." said Hermione still giggling as he ran his hands along her belly beneath her shirt.
"Always." he replied.
They shared a heated kiss as she maneuvered until she found herself straddling him. Snape finished off his soda then turned his attention to letting his slightly cooled pale fingers roam along her backside.
"I believe you and I were having a rather intimate discussion whilst in my classroom." he said with heat behind his obsidian eyes.
Hermione gave him an absent look.
"Were we?" she asked as if she had not known. "I seem to have forgotten the details of that discussion Mr. Sinclair...care to remind me?"
"Why certainly Mrs. Snape...I believe it went a little something like this..." he trailed off capturing her soft pink lips with his pale ones in another heat induced kiss.
Hermione moaned into his mouth as she pressed her body harder into his. Snape let out a low groan enjoying the heat from her slender form as she pressed against him. It had been like a deliciously torturous sensation having her this way. The scent of jasmine in her bushy brown hair and the softness of her smooth fair skin was intoxicating to say the least.
He began working on that familiar spot on her neck. The sensation of his warm mouth on her cooled flesh scent her into another wave of ecstasy as she fumbled with his belt and trousers.
"Severus." she said losing herself in her desire for her husband.
"Hmmmm." he said still kissing her.
"If you don't stop teasing me I will not hesitate to hex you." said Hermione grinding her body against him involuntarily.
"Well." said Snape slowly pulling his lips away from the flesh of her neck. "We can't have that...hexing a man in such an aroused state is positively criminal."
Hermione lifted off his lap long enough for him to pull down his trousers to accommodate her. They both groaned when she straddled him once more. His boxers had still been in place and it added another element of heightened arousal for them.
They shared another passionate kiss before the sound of knocking on the front door got their attention. Snape pulled back from Hermione's kiss as the knocking persisted. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And this was turning out to be such a good late afternoon." said Snape as Hermione climbed off his lap and ventured into the bedroom.
The Potions Master pulled up his trousers and hastily fastened them nearly forgetting his zipper as he made his way toward the front door.
"This better be for a damn good reason." grumbled the annoyed Snape as he unlocked the door.
He had been shocked to find Lucius Malfoy standing on the opposite end of the door.
"Lucius?" he said collecting himself. "What the devil brings you by?"
The handsome wizard simply sighed.
Snape had not liked the grim looking expression on his pale face.
"What's with the long face?" he asked studying him indefinitely.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news Severus ol' boy...but word is Phaeron's in a lot of hot water following the events of his latest Quidditch match." said the senior Malfoy.
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Snape annoyed beyond measure. "Last I saw of the boy he was in the infirmary on the road to recovering from his hair-brained idiocy."
"Well...after you left...Potter had Dumbledore put a few new rules in place to prevent future catastrophes." explained Lucius.
"Meaning?" asked Snape annoyed that Potter still had influence over Hogwarts.
"Meaning Phaeron was held responsible for what happened during the last Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game and his since been barred from the field." said Lucius.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." said Snape not at all trying to rationalize why this happened.
"I'm afraid not." replied Lucius. "And it gets worse...word has it that the last game was seen as a forfeit in light of these new rules and Gryffindor walks away with the victory."
"So another Potter just skate's by unopposed and unaccountable for his actions..." said Snape as his temper began to get the better of him. He picked out the empty soda bottle he had been drinking out of and launched it at the far wall shattering the glass into pieces. "I and I was full enough to believe that the old sod had changed...that he might have learned something in light of the fucking war I spent a good deal of my life fighting in...my son loves Quidditch every bit as much as any Potter and he's actually good at it..."
"As I said." said Lucius. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news."
"So it's happening again?" asked Snape looking into Lucius's gray eyes.
"I've been working to get that old fossil impeached but with Potter backing him it's near on impossible." said the handsome blond wizard. "Ever since Voldemort's defeat it's like gold shines out of the pompous little prats arse."
"Potter." said Snape bitterly. "That murderous little shit has cost me so much...and yet...I never once wanted revenge for his actions...I simply wanted to live a nice quiet life with my wife and children...but if he thinks he can get away with what he has done to my son..."
"Severus." said Lucius knowing where he was going with this. "I am all for tearing the little prat a new one as much as the next Slytherin wizard...but what of Phaeron...if he were to find out about what happened..."
Snape began to calm himself seeing the bigger picture.
"We could lose him...possibly forever." he said finishing Lucius' statement. "Alright...I hear you Lucius."
"Good." said the senior Malfoy. "The last thing we need you going over to Hogwarts and blasting up the school in retaliation...we sure as hell don't need Hermione doing it either."
"Of course not...not in her condition anyway." said Snape resigning himself to the inevitable. "So there is no way to help Phaeron?"
"None that do end with someone being locked up in Azkaban." replied Lucius with a sigh.
Then he put a hand on his little brother's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." he said sadly.
"It's not your fault Lucius." said Snape feeling powerless for the first time in years.
"I'll leave you to it then." said the handsome blond wizard.
"Yeah." replied Snape.
Lucius took his leave of him. The flat had been silent as Snape made his way back to the kitchen. He made himself a strong drink and made his way toward the bedroom to check on Hermione. He found it rather curious that she had not been in on the conversation between him and Lucius. It seemed that she had superior hearing when a topic came up pertaining to either on of their children.
Hermione's Bedroom, The Snape Flat, London, England...
Snape took a sip from his glass as he took in the sight of a rather exhausted Hermione layed out in their bed. He sighed knowing she had the courtesy of not knowing what had happened to their son at Hogwarts this passed week.
While it was true Snape had attended the game in a polyjuiced form of Lucius Malfoy and indeed rescued the two hot headed teens from their dangerous folly, he had left right after leaving Lucius to attend the meeting with Dumbledore in the hopes of forgoing his temper getting the better of him and he revealing his existence in the process...lest Dumbledore find a way to absolve Potter's murderous conscience.
The Potions Master finished off his drink and made his way into the bedroom slipping into bed with Hermione feeling his own bout of exhaustion. He had a terrible feeling whatever was happening at Hogwarts was only going to get worse. He made a mental note to obtain information from his portrait in a bid to ascertain the situation over there.
He closed his heavy pale eye lids with thoughts of his elder son on his mind.