Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, ya'll. The setting? That isn't mine either. I do take credit for the laundry hamper at the foot of the bed, however. That was all me.
"Well, that was interesting," Hermione mused out loud as she pulled back the covers of the bed she shared with Severus.
"What was interesting?" Severus asked as he walked into the room from their bathroom, still towel drying his hair. He only had on his pajama bottoms, as per his usual nighttime wardrobe, and Hermione felt herself flush as she looked up at him. She tried to blame her new level of interest in sex on the hormonal changes caused by her pregnancy, but she couldn't lie that well and especially not to herself. She was attracted to her husband. In any normal situation that wouldn't have been such a bad thing—doesn't every woman want to be attracted to their spouse, after all?—but in Hermione's situation, her husband was twice her age and not the stereotypical heartthrob that girls typically trip over themselves to get into bed with.
"That whole conversation with Harry and Ron," she answered truthfully, "I was quite proud of you all. Who would have thought that one day Severus Snape and Harry Potter would have a civil conversation about quidditch." She added with a laugh, as she removed the watch she wore on her left wrist and laid it on her bedside table.
"I can be polite at times, you know," Severus tossed the towel into the hamper at the end of the bed and turned to turn down his side of the bed. "If others are polite, then I have no reason not to be."
"Are you trying to tell me if Harry had simply been polite in those early years you would have treated him as you treated everyone else?" She smirked as she continued her nightly routine, taking off her wedding band and rubbing lotion into her hands. "Wait, don't answer that!" She exclaimed, slipping her ring back on, and turning toward him quickly, a somewhat devilish smile on her face, "You would have, because you would have treated him just as badly as the rest of us! I knew there was a fair man somewhere in you, Severus Snape," she laughed loudly.
It wasn't that funny, but Hermione was caught in the moment and continued to laugh while Severus stared at her. She clutched her stomach with one hand in that way that people do when they've been overcome with a wild case of the giggles, and covered her mouth with the other, as though she were trying in vain to close it and stifle the giggling.
"Are you finished?" Severus asked in a somewhat pompous tone, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his wife.
"Y-y-yes," she choked out, breathing to calm herself. "I am."
"Good." He nodded his approval at his now in control wife, "And had you all been respectful I wouldn't have treated you badly. My house was always respectful and I treated them fairly."
"And by 'respectful' you mean 'arse kissers'." Hermione added to his statement.
"Perhaps." He didn't disagree. "When did you start using such language?" he asked for curiosity's sake.
"When I decided sometimes it was necessary to be that blunt with you."
"Right you are." He said, slipping between the covers and turning on his side to face her.
"I'm always right." She said with a smirk as she mimicked his movements, settling in to mirror him.
"Are you now? And what else are you right about?"
"You're going to come over here and kiss me."
Severus thought for a moment before sliding the short distance toward her and sitting up slightly only to lean over once more so that he was hovering a bit above her. "Right again, Mrs. Snape," he whispered in her ear, before making her prediction true.
A/n: another bit o' fluff for all you fluff fans out there. It isn't much of a chapter in way of progress, but it shows you a bit of their relationship. Next time, we revisit the debate of whether or not to find out the gender of the baby. Tell me your thoughts on what they should have! I haven't decided yet and am always up for input.