Chapter 130: When The Dam Breaks

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{"No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave...No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe...No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain...Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?...As days go by, the night's on fire...Tell me would you kill to save a life?...Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?...Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn...This hurricane's chasing us all underground...No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget...No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret...There is a fire inside of this heart...And a riot about to explode into flames..."}Hurricane, 30 Seconds To Mars

Warning: Sexual Content Ahead

The Snape Residence, Muggle London,England...

Silence had been thick as the Snapes stood in the center of their sitting room. Hermione had been particularly quiet as her amber eyes took in the sight of her husband, Severus Sebastian Snape alive and in the flesh after everything that had been done to destroy him. For his part Snape simply watched his silent wife returning her grateful thoughts with some of his own. He had been just a hair away from certain death and that close to never seeing the beautiful bushy haired Gryffindor witch again. The reality of what had nearly happened seemed to take a good deal of energy out of them and the weight of the intended sorrow had been more than enough to break the rest of the long suffering witch's resolve as tears began to stream down her pale cheeks. Snape moved across the room taking his wife into his ebony clad arms as her knees buckled from the weight of her sorrow. She had just relived the worst moment of her life for a second time and it had left her physically drained.

Snape caught Hermione before she hit the ground and lifted her into his arms as he moved her toward the empty sofa. He had attempted to sit her down and get her something to drink in a bid to soothe her rattled nerves but she was having none of it. She maneuvered her slender body further into his embrace wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. The shaken witch held on tight to her husband as he sat down on the sofa with his own tight embrace of her body.

He felt the wetness of her tears as she gripped him.

Without a word passing between them the Snapes stayed in this position for what seemed like half an hour before Hermione looked into his obsidian eyes. The expression on her face amid the tears told him all he needed to know as she crushed her soft pink lips into his pale ones. The sound of their labored breathing had been the only thing that could be heard aside from the shuffling of clothing.

Still without a word, they removed each other's clothes still maintaining their current position with Hermione straddling Snape's lap as he sat on the sofa. The air had been chilled and the house still as dark as the eerie night that had taken the place of the afternoon they had left behind. One by one their various articles of clothing fell to the slightly chilled hardwood floor below. Snape crushed his pale lips into those soft pink ones that belonged to his wife as he recalled all that she had suffered in the recent years. He had already vowed to be a decent husband to her...and a better father to his children than his own had been to him, but he couldn't help but make her another vow given how grateful he had been to this brilliant young witch that had chosen of her own accord to be his wife all those years ago.

It had been no secret that without Hermione Granger, Severus Snape would have been dead years ago, given his self-destructive tendencies and less than savory life style, wither he had been in the war or not...he would not have lasted alone. He almost smiled at the foresight of Albus Dumbledore for arranging this marriage. A marriage that he had called a farce quite a bit before it had even occurred in a bid to convey his distaste for being forced to marry a child. Looking at Hermione Granger-Snape now, no one would have dared confuse her with a child...she had blossomed into quite a beautiful and brilliant woman.

A transformation that had shaken Snape to his core when he thought back to that first night back in his private quarters. She had the same look as she had now only more innocent and less sorrowful.

The Potions Master let out a low hiss as he felt the intense heat coming from the witch's core when she slid rather easily onto his cock. His rather large trembling pale hands gripped her slender thighs as she moved achingly slow impaling herself onto him while meeting his eyes. The tears had still been falling down her cheeks as she continued to please both herself and her husband. Snape's obsidian gaze shifted from her sorrowful amber eyes down to the gentle sway of her breasts as she continued to move on his cock.

Soft moans coming from her slightly opened soft pink lips had gotten his attention as she continued to tease his already in flamed passion. Unable to take much more, Snape gripped her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, he groaned feeling her still impaled upon his cock as he carried her toward their bedroom. He hastily opened the door and managed to get her down on the bed amid the crisp sheets without slipping out of her.

A low groan escaped from him as he towered above the passionate bushy haired witch. His pale lips crashed against her soft pink ones as she looked up at him. A slight shift of his narrow pale hips and Hermione let out a sharp breath. Snape smirked slightly as he did it once more. She gasped again as the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. The bushy haired witch raised her body to meet her husband's increasingly powerful thrusts. He had been trying for so long to control his wayward passion but alas it had gotten the better of him.

"I-I love you." said Hermione breaking the silence that had been between them since their return home.

"I love you too." replied Snape meaningfully as he continued to sate his wayward passion.

The bushy haired witch let out a small scream as she gripped her husband her fingernails digging into the exposed pale flesh of his back. It had been interesting to note that no matter how many time she had done this, Snape could never get over the shock of watching her let loose. He supposed that she would always remind him of that timid little bookworm that spent a good deal of time rummaging through the various books in the library, he smiled briefly before his passion pushed him over the edge and he found himself releasing just as she finished quaking beneath him.

The floodgates had been opened and he felt the familiar onset of weakness as he struggled to keep from falling onto his wife whom had been breathless as she layed there in the center of their shared bed gasping in the wake of their activity. Snape had been about to pull away when she stopped him.

"No.." said Hermione quietly. "Not yet...please."

Snape obliged her for a few moments longer thinking to himself how he had almost never got the chance to experience this sensation again, as peaceful and painless as that place had been, Snape knew he would not have been happy there for long, especially with Hermione not being anywhere around, he had grown to depend upon the unhindered intimacy the witch had provided and to have come close to being without it again was almost too much to fathom.

Having indulged his wife a bit longer, Snape pulled back from her and crashed onto his side of the bed feeling the intense drowsiness overtake him. Not long after he had closed his eyes, Hermione had followed suite resting her bush head upon his exposed pale chest. Snape wrapped an arm around his slumbering wife and they seemed at peace for the first time in a long time.

Later...

Snape had awoken to the soft whimpers and fitful trembling of his tearful wife as she tried in vain to combat the nightmare that seemed to plague her rest. He instinctively knew what to do once his attempts to shake her awake had gone unnoticed. He grabbed the trembling witch as she wrestled beneath the crisp green sheets of their shared bed.

"Severus!" she said in her sleep.

"Hermione." he said softly cradling the witch in his arms. "Wake up...Hermione...your dreaming..."

The tears continued to fall down her cheeks as he wiped them away.

"I'm here witch...whatever you are dreaming isn't real." he said softly.

He continued to whisper to her in a bid to convince her.

Hermione's amber eyes flew open and she found herself face to face with her husband, very much a live and holding her in a bid to offer comfort during her night terror. She threw her arms around him and he immediately felt the wetness of her rears upon his bare chest. After half an hour of holding the emotionally drained witch in his arms, Snape convinced her to give sleep another try, going so far as to brew her a dreamless sleep potion in a bid for her to get rest.

The next morning...

Hermione had been in the kitchen for hours making breakfast for her sleeping husband. He had been so wonderful the night before given her state of mind and all that had happened with the curse Harry Potter had placed upon him. The bushy haired witch smiled when she returned to the bedroom and noted that he had indeed awakened in her absence but only just then. Hermione couldn't help but note the almost youthful appearance of her snarky husband. He had clearly been in need of a decent shave, though she kind of liked his rugged appeal and she didn't doubt that he would be starving having just awoken given his antics the previous night.

The first thing he would do would be to rummage the house for some toffee nut bars if he had the chance to get out of bed. Hermione smiled at her thoughts while he watched her with a confused expression on his sallow pale face.

"Find something amusing Mrs. Snape?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I was simply thinking about you and your unusual habits, Mr. Snape." she said gently but absently stroking his sallow pale cheek. "Some of them are rather adorable."

Snape let out a dark chuckle. There was a dark flicker of mischief behind his obsidian eyes as the bushy haired witch noted he had been erect despite having just awoken.

"I'm good for another go." he said with a wicked smirk knowing full well that is prominent erection had gotten her attention.

"I'll bet you are." she replied.

Snape stretched some letting the green sheet slip from his naked form allowing the bushy haired witch to get a good view of him. He noted her flushed cheeks and heated gaze and seemed quite amused at his own antics.

"What's that?" he asked noting the tray she had arrived with sitting on the dresser near the door.

"That...my Slytherin git husband is your breakfast." she said matter-of-factly. "I was bringing it to you this morning when I noticed that you had still been asleep."

"Doesn't look half bad." he replied earning a rather cross expression from his wife.

"See if I fix breakfast for you again git." she said with her hands upon her hips as if to give her best impression of Molly Weasley.

Snape grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed with him.

"Breakfast does sound good witch...and I am grateful, but there is another appetite that I wish to sate first." he replied.

Hermione shook her head noting the heat behind her husband's obsidian eyes. Before she could offer further protest she was treated to an intensely passionate kiss in a bid to sway her to his life of thinking.

"Devious Slytherin." she muttered knowing all too well she was losing the battle to remain angry at him.

"And you love me for it." replied Snape already positioning himself between her slender thighs and raising her night gown.

Much Later...

Fully dressed and quite sated, Severus Snape moved about the sitting room examining the numerous family photos that had been taken before and after his absence in the lives of his wife and elder living child. He sifted through the photos of Phaeron and Hermione in the early days pleased that The Malfoys had been as loyal and welcoming to her as they had been to him. Lucius had indeed kept his promise as he had been featured in a good deal of the photos right along with Hermione and Phaeron, some of them had been quite entertaining , such as one photo where Lucius had fallen asleep on the Malfoy sofa and Draco allowed a very young Phaeron to draw on his face with magical marker. Hermione had taken the photo and Narcissa had been on standby an amused expression filed across her face.

There was a photo with himself and an eleven year old Phaeron scrapping over the last toffee nut bar. He flipped through an album and found himself smiling at photos of Phaeron and Sidney. The two of them had been quite adorable together despite their vastly different personalities. Phaeron often declared war on his destructive little brother whom had ruined a varying number of books over the years with his youthful play.

Snape's eyes drifted to the new family photos with a teen-aged Phaeron, his friends, The Malfoys, Hermione, himself, Sidney and Shiloh. He had never imagined that he would be as domesticated as Arthur Weasley following the second wizarding war. He smiled thinking back to his former self, how foolish he had been when he suggested to Hermione Granger the night before their wedding that their marriage wouldn't last and that she would never be happy with him.

As Snape sifted through his memories he had been joined by Hermione, whom had barely woken from her nap. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him. Snape smirked pulling the witch from behind him and into his view. They shared a kiss and he pulled her toward the sofa. The bushy haired witch sat on his lap while he glanced at the pictures above the mantle of the fireplace. Hermione sighed as she stroked his ebony clad chest with her delicate hand.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"How increasingly amusing life can be." he replied.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at this.

"You believe life is amusing?" she asked.

"Well, I didn't at first." admitted Snape. "But there are humors in life that seem not to have any explanation."

Hermione still did not get what he meant.

"Are you sure you are feeling alright?" she asked. "You're starting to sound like Dumbledore."

Snape's eyes widened at the insult.

"Merlin forbid." he replied. "The moment I start naming things after muggle candy,wearing strangely decorative robes, and speaking about "the greater good"...you have my permission to hex me."

Hermione giggled at this.

"All I am saying ..is that I finally know what it means to appreciate life." he said. "Being dead even on a temporary note does have it's benefits when it comes to hindsight."

Hermione had not liked his reference to "being dead" but she understood what he meant.

"I love you Severus." she said recalling once more how close she had been to losing him forever.

"And I love you witch." he replied.

After a moment's silence, Hermione addressed a situation that had been in the back of her mind for quite some time.

"I-Is it really true?" she asked. "A-About Bellatrix... I mean?"

Snape seemed to have been caught off guard by this question, especially coming from her of all people.

"If you are asking did she perish during our adventure to the temple of Vaermina?" he asked.

Hermione nodded not at all sure how this would effect Severus. He had been intimate with the witch since he had been a boy at Hogwarts. They had shared quite a bit of pain over the course of their estranged and unsavory relationship. Including a child.

"Yes." replied Snape seemingly without emotion. "Bellatrix died saving my life."

Hermione had not truly been surprised to hear this. Bellatrix may have been a hateful evil bitch by all accounts but when it came to Severus, she was a completely different person. It was hard to argue that she had cared for him, despite her vengeful actions.

"I'm sorry." said Hermione understanding her husband all too well. "I know you still cared for her...and she was still Narcissa's sister."

Snape simply nodded further stunned by his wife's grace and strength of character. She was truly a credit to Gryffindor house.

"Hermione..." he began feeling a bit guilty for the nature of his feelings concerning Bellatrix.

She place a finger on his lips and shook her head.

"Do not apologize." she said. "I know how much you love me...and I also know that you loved her."

Snape seemed further ashamed that she had known about his secret affection for the deranged witch.

Hermione quieted his uncertainty with a kiss upon his pale lips.

"S-She looks just like you." said Snape recalling the innocent expression his late daughter had when last he held her. "Isabella would have been quite the formidable witch had she been born."

It was Hermione's turn to be caught off guard.

"Isabella?" she asked.

"Our first daughter." replied Snape meeting her gaze.

"W-When did you?" she began but noted he must have seen her when he died on Harry's sofa. "H-How was she?"

"She is well." replied Snape. "And being looked after."

Hermione nodded. She didn't need more details.

"Regulus...seems quite protective of her in any case." he said further putting her mind at ease. "He's quite content with his little sister."

"You've seen your son as well?" she asked.

Snape smirked.

"Our son love." he corrected her. "And rightfully so given that you are my wife."

Hermione shook her head.

Had Regulus Snape lived, he would have been her step-son. Her thirty something step-son.

"Git." said the bushy haired witch noting Snape mentioned this to make her think about that.

Snape treated her to a rare boyish smile and they shared another kiss.

"I suppose we will be getting the children from your mother's house soon?" he asked.

The bushy haired witch smiled. Severus never visited her parents, he only spoke to her mother in passing and had yet to see her father in person despite being married to John Granger's daughter for 16 years.

"I suppose we shall." she replied.

Snape nodded indicating that he would be ready. There was nothing he wouldn't do for this witch and finally speaking with her father had been on his list of priories for quite some time despite his lack of enthusiasm on the subject. He didn't know if he feared the man's reaction or his own when they did cross paths, given that he had a daughter of his own, he understood Mr. Granger would have been upset to find his daughter married and with child due to the antics of her Potions Professor.

He let out a sigh and was treated to another reassuring kiss from Hermione.

"It doesn't matter what he has to say Severus." she said softly. "You are my husband and the father of my children."

Snape gave her a half smile and mentally prepared himself for what was to be quite an ordeal ahead.