Chapter 5: The Worst Kind of Love

Hermione looked away from Severus and toward the group of people who stood on the other side of the threshold.

"You can't be serious?" Harry asked looking between the two people in the room. He watched as Hermione closed her eyes and rubbed a hand over her face. He could see the desperation in her face as she did so and he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. He might have been angry and he might have hated Snape as much as he hated Lord Voldemort but his love for Hermione was more powerful than his hate. He couldn't believe that she could love the greasy hair git.

"I'm very serious. I've loved him since…well, I'm not really sure what day I started loving him. But I do and I…I'm sorry if you don't like it but I can't stop loving him just because you don't like him." Tears welled in her eyes as she stared out at the people. Her eyes caught Tonks' and she smiled her encouragement. The rest of the group just stood there and looked at her and Snape. "I'll understand if you want me to move out but I'm not going to stop seeing him." The words tumbled from her lips with ease. She watched as Harry shook his head and Ron just stood there his mouth on the floor and his eyes wide.

"No, you can stay if you want to but I don't want him in my home." Ginny who had remained silent the whole time suddenly walked through the door and toward Snape. He froze when she was standing in front of him her large belly making him smile. So Potter had succeed in getting the only Weasley girl pregnant, how precious was that? He watched as she placed one hand on her stomach and held the other one up. For a moment he thought she might smack him but instead she extended it to him. He reached forward and took her hand in his shaking her hand. Potter looked like he was about to tell him to get away from her but he stopped and watched.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Professor. Though I must admit that I would have liked it to be under more agreeable circumstances and preferably when you were dressed in more than a bed sheet." This got a few giggles and chuckles from the group outside the door. He nodded but didn't move or say a word other wise. "You'll be good to our Hermione or else, do I make myself clear?" The words caught him off guard and he smiled down at the short pregnant woman. She was beautiful, but he guessed things like a pregnant woman usually were. It had always amazed him how life affirmed life with a pregnancy. He'd never wanted children of his own, thinking that all children were spawns of the devil and gods only knew how he'd wound up teaching them. But the sight of a woman round with child had always been the most elemental kind of beauty to him.

"I promise to be good to her." He looked over at Hermione who was twisting a lock of her brown hair around her index finger. Snape's eyes were drawn down to her stomach and for the first time he wondered what it would be like to see her baring a child, his child. The thought shocked and amused him as he turned his attention to Potter and Weasley who were standing on the other side of the door. He wished that they would go away but he also wished he could have made them understand why he'd acted the way he had all those years when they'd been in school.

He hadn't really hated them, just disliked their disregard for the rules and their nosy tendencies, especially Potter's. Though now that he thought about it they hadn't really been nosy just…curious and bothersome.

"Well, I think we should leave and let you two get on with whatever you were doing before we arrived." Ginny said as she stepped away from him and walked back toward her husband and the others. She pushed against Ron's jaw to close his mouth.

"Honestly, Ron you're sucking up all the air in the bloody room and if you don't close your eyes you're going to poke one out." She snapped as she walked past everyone toward the stairs. Harry turned and walked after her and many of the people followed. Snape came to stand behind Hermione as she watched everyone leave, everyone but Ron.

"Do you honestly love him?" The words came out in such a rush Snape was surprise she had picked up on them.

"Yes, Ron I do. I'm sorry but I've loved Severus for a very long time. I'll never love anyone else the way I love him." The boy nodded and turned walking off after the rest of the group leaving the standing alone in the open doorway. People walked by and stared at the two of them but no one said anything. Snape became increasingly aware of how this must look and pulled Hermione back inside the room and closed the door.

"I can't believe they came here." As soon as the door was closed the words came out and caused Snape to pause.

"I can. I told you they already knew and were coming here to kill me. If you hadn't been here they would have." She watched as he walked to the side of the bed and picked up the phone. He ordered a bottle of wine and some food but Hermione wasn't paying any attention to the words he was saying. She watched him move through the tasks as if they were normal and everyday. By all outward appearances Severus didn't look like a man who had been in a prison for four years but like a man who had just returned for a long trip to places unknown.

Her heart swelled as she watched him hang up the phone and stretch out on the bed. Smiling he reached out to her and she went to him gladly. Stripping her clothes as she went she watched as his smile turned into a smirk and when she reached the bed he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over onto her back.

"I love you Hermione." He whispered as he kissed her softly and held her close against him. Tears leaked down her face as she stared up at him. She buried her head against his shoulder as he pressed kisses to every part of her he could reach.

"I love you to, so much." She said as he rubbed himself against her and she felt him hardening against her. Slowly she ran her hand down his body and wrapped it around his cock. His smirk died on his lips and was replaced by pleasure as she worked him carefully. She pressed a kiss to his pulse and watched as he tilted his head a little to the side.

"I want you again." She whispered in his ear as she removed her hand and pressed against his shoulder to roll him over onto his back. He nodded and she slowly lowered herself onto him throwing her head back as pleasures she hadn't felt in four years rocked her body.

Tears welled in her eyes as she rocked on him and he gripped her hips. They were tears for the years they had lost and tears for the ones that were yet to come. Tears for the man she had lost and the one she had found again in the depths of his prison. They came together with twin cries both laying afterwards with silent tears rolling down their cheeks. Neither moved or said a word until room service came and then they ate and drank the wine before making love again and falling asleep wrapped in each others arms.

TBC????

I don't really know where to go with this story or any of my others for that matter. I'm losing my touch again and I just got it back a few weeks ago. I'm so sorry but this is going to take a while, my muse has left me and I don't know what to do to get it back. Please be patient and review.

Thanks,

KC