Marry Mione

By the Emperor's Sister

My odd inspired response to WIKTT's 'The Marriage Law' Contest.

Part 6:

If Hermione hadn't been so busy hyperventilating she would've been embarrassed.

"Oh my God! I'm Mrs. Potter!" she exclaimed loudly.

The Londoners were staring.

"Yes. Quite. May we proceed?" her magic-land husband griped, "You are causing a scene.'

"Oh, sorry Severus. It's just that once we crossed over into muggle London, I suddenly remembered!" Hermione blushed. According to the Minister of magic she was legally Mrs. Potter, by her first civil marriage, in the non-magial world.

"I'm thrilled for you my dear."

Hermione glared at her temporary, though no longer husband. "That was more sarcasm than necessary. You're just put out that we aren't legally married here so you can't boss me around." She sneered in a rather Snape-like manner.

Severus winced at the bit of truth within her statement, though he did find some pleasure in the knowledge that he was rubbing off on her.

"Now let us get moving." She declared, handing control of their luggage trolley over to Severus. "Mommy and Daddy are meeting us at the entrance with the car. I can't wait to see them."

She heard her suffering wizarding world spouse sigh as he pushed the cart along, slowing to match her waddling pace. The walk seemed to almost take forever in her opinion, as well as in Severus'. But when one is lugging about as much weight on their front end as she was, it wasn't that surprising. She had to take several rest stops and twice sent Severus to fetch her some water, before they finally met up with her family.

Donald and Helene Granger last saw their precious little princess the day they packed her off for school. Sure they had written and knew, as well as approved, of her marriage to that nice Potter boy, but they had not laid eyes on Hermione for some time. Communication had also ground to a distressful halt since that fateful day. So to say they were taken aback by their daughter's new physical state would be absurd.

They were far past surprised believe me, and they turned their gazes to the dark haired not-so-young man beside her. Ones that demanded he explain 'What in God's good name did you do to our baby!' with such ferocity that Snape was cowed into forgetting that he was a seriously nasty git of a potions master and ex-death eater turned spy, and could only utter a pathetically whiney sounding "It wasn't me" in his defense.

"Mommy! Daddy! I've missed you both so!" Hermione cried, ignoring Severus' sad little squeak, and hugged her parents as best she could what with her girth. "Do I have loads to tell you."

Hermione had nearly completed her tale of Ministry matrimonial woes by the time the family car had stopped in front of their house. "So after Severus and I were wed, he promised to take me home for a visit and here we are!"

"So you are married to that nice boy, Harry, correct?"

"Yes Mommy. You can all me Hermione Potter here."

"But you were also married to that Malfoy boy, as well as to this one, because of a loophole?"

"Precisely, so it's not bigamy. Just in the wizarding world I'm Hermione Malfoy-Snape."

"And you are carrying the child of this Draco Malfoy, who is currently dead."

"That about sums it up."

"The wizarding world is very odd."

Hermione couldn't help but agree.

"Well sweetie let's get you inside. Would you care for something to eat?"

"Oh yes! I'm positively famished!"

"I was much the same when I had you." Helene Granger recalled, her eyes misting with nostalgia. "Come. Let's see what we have." She then led the way to the kitchen. Hermione left Snape with her father to deal with their luggage, and seated herself at the breakfast nook. She has happily gorging herself with sliced cheeses, fruits and veggies, as well as bits of cold chicken, when both men re-joined them.

"You all have no idea how absolutely delicious this is." Hermione remarked as she swallowed the last bite of poultry. "Not that the spread at the Malfoy's isn't good or anything but nothing can compare to a nice home cooked meal."

"Perhaps you'd like to go up to your old room and have a nap." Her father commented, as she failed to smother a yawn. "You've had a long day. I'll make sure to wake you in time for supper, sweetheart."

"Thanks Daddy.' Hermione smiled, tiredly, and rose from the table with Severus' help. With a quick light peck to each parents, she made her way to her childhood bedroom.

The same periwinkle walls and white furniture greeted her when she arrived. 'Wow. Has it really only been what? A year? More? Less?' she sighed and began to struggle out of her clothes.

"Need a hand, my dear?"

She stopped, surprised as she hadn't known that Severus had followed her.

"Yes please. I'm too big to get all the buttons."

Severus Snape quickly made himself useful. "I took the liberty of summoning your dressing gown when I deposited your things here. It's on the chair over there." He pointed out.

"Thank you Severus. You've been a real darling to me. I hope Mommy and Daddy haven't been mean to you."

"I set your father straight about our marriage, and he's no doubt informing your mother as we speak." He replied as he helped her slip into something more comfortable to sleep in. "If you need me, they've placed me in the guest room across the hall."

Nodding, Hermione wished him a good afternoon and tucked herself in for a nice long catnap. Things were looking up. 'Who knew Severus Snape would be such an attentive husband. I think I rather like it.' She mused before sweet dreams finally claimed her.

It was quite close to their evening mealtime when Hermione came to. Once she had dressed, she walked to the table in order to chat with her mother as Helene busied herself about the kitchen.

"Oh you're up sweetheart! I was about to call your father to go wake you." Hermione's mother smiled. "Did you have a nice rest?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You know precious I've been thinking, about your condition, and I feel that maybe it would be in your best interest to do something while you are here with us."

"Oh? Like what?"

"For instance, I think you should see my gynecologist Dr. Caius. Just to make sure everything is all right." Her mother said. "She was my obstetrician too when I had you and your sister, and she's very good."

"Sounds like a good idea." Hermione agreed, thinking of how her baby's father had past away. Narsissa had also confessed to a difficult childbirth too. "Perhaps I'll look into taking a Lamaze course too, while I'm at it. Doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"That sounds excellent. I'll call and set up an appointment with Dr. Caius tomorrow."

"Was there anything else?" Hermione asked, "Because you have that look on your face that clearly says that there is something else."

Helene Granger grinned at her daughter's perceptiveness. "Well I never did get the chance to arrange a bridal shower for you, precious, and you ended up getting married three times. I never got to see my little angel get married."

"So I was hoping you wouldn't object if we had a baby shower."

Hermione's eyes misted and she sighed. "Oh, Mommy. I think I'd like that very much, it sound like a lovely idea. I'll ask Severus if there are any wizarding rules we may need to follow."

Helene clapped with delight as if she were a little girl again. "Wonderful! Oh, and we must invite the Malfoys. We wouldn't want to be rude after all. This is their grandchild as well."

"Of course." Hermione agreed, liking the idea of a party more and more. "May I also invite Mrs. Weasley and Ginny? I haven't seen them in ages."

"I can't think of a reason why not, dearest."

"Just where are Severus and Daddy anyway? I'd like to start planning." There were few things in life she enjoyed. Making plans, even plans for a baby shower, was right up her alley. The idea bubbles popping up in her head cheered her immensely.

"You father mentioned something about showing him our practice next door. They should be back any minute." The words barely left her mother's lips when a grinning father and pale-faced potions master entered the kitchen. "Oh, speak of the devil. Welcome back dears. Dinner is just about ready."

The whey faced Severus Snape collapsed into the chair next to her. Hermione stifled a giggle. "Are you all right, Severus?" She knew fully well what kind of tour her father must have put him on. He did it with every male she had the misfortune to bring home.

Snape had to swallow, she noticed, before his answer would emerge. "Quite".

"I was just telling him how he's privileged to the family discount." Donald Granger smiled, jovially. Severus didn't know if the man was obtuse, or very very Slytherin. "He's is in a kind of odd way family after all."

"Joy." Severus breathed this one word, coating it with dismay and suffrage like frosting on a cake.

Hermione giggled.

'It's good to be home' she thought.