September 1994

Hogwarts Dungeons

Welcoming Feast Night

Florence walked into her husband's private quarters after delivering some potions to Pomfrey.

"Severus?" she called him, going towards the bedroom, looking for him, "Are you ready? Beauxbatons has already arrived," she announced, finding him fastening the long line of buttons of his waistcoat, "I've just been hugged nearly to death by Madam Maxine. She's a sweetheart, says she has no hard feelings about me blowing up the school's tea court," she chuckled, but he didn't laugh with her, he looked annoyed, "What is it, Sev?"

"Aren't you going to change?" he looked at her dress.

"I'm not going to change," she kissed his lips. "I love this dress. It's comfortable, and there's absolutely nothing showing."

"You look sexy in it."

"I know, right?" she smiled, turning to the mirror to admire her own reflection; she was wearing a long burgundy velvet dress, the sleeves were long and had beautiful embroidered angled endings, each pointy tip resting on the top of her hand, its neckline was high and there was no skin showing – however, the dress hugged her curves perfectly.

Her 4-month-pregnant belly was hidden by a spell, so her waistline seemed to be its regular size, but that had her breasts (enlarged by the pregnancy) looking bigger and her hips ampler – her natural hourglass figure was improved by the hiding of her pregnancy and that dress didn't hide any of it.

"I look and feel very sexy in it," she winked at him.

"Igor will-"

"Stop right there!" Florence cut him off, turning to face him, "Igor looked at me when I was fifteen dressed in a Durmstrang uniform! It doesn't matter how I dress, Severus, he'll look at me anyway if he wants too," she kissed his lips, but he didn't kiss her back. So she nipped on his bottom lip, but he still didn't kiss her. Then she ran her tongue over his lips and he couldn't take that teasing anymore and plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately, making her moan and rub against him.

"Perhaps it would make you feel better if I went to the Great Hall with a reminder of who a belong to?" she caressed his dick through his black trousers.

Severus groaned affirmatively and kissed her again, feeling her fingers working on getting his zip open.

She pulled his dick out and pushed him onto the bed, where he fell on his arse and pointed at the floor between his legs.

"Kneel."

She looked at him: all dressed but for his thick cock jutting out of his black trousers. His long black hair still damp from the shower; he looked sexy and she salivated at the thought of dropping to her knees and servicing him, but she wasn't actually feeling like playing nice.

"So you want me?" she asked in feigned innocence

"Kneel, wife," he ordered again.

"Hmm I don't think so," she smiled wickedly, "If you want me, you'll have to catch me," and she ran out of the bedroom, going to the living room.

And Severus was right behind her, his dick back inside his pants.

"You shouldn't be running in heels, Florence!" he growled as they circled the dining table.

"So fucking is ok, but running is not?" she decided to provoke him further: "I'll make sure to remember to tell Igor that."

Severus growled and jumped over the table, grabbing her in no time and making her lean on the table, careful not to press on her belly.

He lifted her dress, kicking her legs apart and ripped a hole both in her tights and knickers, two fingers quickly checking her soaked entrance.

"Fuck, look at that cunt," he caressed between her lips, pressing on her clit, "All wet and ready to have me shove my cock in there," he teased her entrance with the head of his dick.

"Yes!" she gasped, moving her hips backwards and impaling herself on his thick cock.

He held her hips and pushed every inch of his dick into her, filling her up completely, making her moan loudly.

"Fuck that cunt on my cock," he ordered and watched as she moved back and forth, his dick getting out of her completely wet with her juices.

Suddenly he took it out and she complained:

"No! Don't stop!"

"Shut up, princess," he slapped her arsecheek, positioning his dick on her entrance once more, slowly penetrating her, going deep, just to take it out and get in again.

The feeling of him sticking his full length into her ever so slowly was akin to torture. She needed more.

"Harder! Stop teasing me!" Florence moaned, "Fuck me!"

He fisted his hand on her hair and pulled her head up at the same time he plunged deep inside of her.

"Tell me who's here," he grinded against her, making her feel his entire length buried inside of her, "Who's fucking you, princess?" he fisted a hand in her hair and tugged, making her arch even more.

"My husband... Severus! Oohh- harder!" she loved when he took control like that.

"This is my pussy, I'll fuck it slow, I'll fuck it hard, I'll make it cum and then I'll fill it with my seed."

"Yes! Do it! Fuck me!"

And he pushed her forward again, her forearms on the table, and he leaned over her back, his larger frame caging her as he fucked her hard, taking half of his dick out of her and slamming inside.

He heard her moans increase and her pussy clamped around him.

"That's it, princess. Cum for me! Now! Cum with my dick deep inside of you," he growled.

And she obeyed, screaming his name and arching her back as a strong climax took over her body. He thrust into her a couple more times and stopped deep inside, spilling his seed into her body.

Once he stopped shaking, he pulled her up and let his cock slip from her body – cum dripping between her thighs.

"Now you can go with this dress," Severus turned her around to face him, caressing her lips with his thumb, "You have my ring on your finger, my cum in your pussy and my baby in your womb," he kissed her, "And you look freshly fucked," he kissed her harder, wanting to fuck her again, "You're so fucking delicious, princess," he pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress, "I want a taste of these."

"There's no time, we have to go, Severus," she whispered with urgency, even though her body wanted more of his.

He kissed her again and let her go clean up and put on new tights and knickers.

They walked into the Great Hall together, no longer caring about the rumours, and sat side-by-side at the high table, looking at the Headmaster, who was at the pulpit giving his speech about international cooperation and friendship.

"Now, I invite you all to help me welcome into the Great Hall, the students from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" said Dumbledore.

And the big twin oaken doors were opened and twenty beautiful girls and boys walked into the Great Hall, singing, attracting everyone's eyes were to them, and the Hogwarts students collectively stood, hypnotised by their grace and beauty.

Severus's heart jumped in fear when amongst the Beauxbatons students he recognised his daughter. He put on his best poker face and looked at his wife, asking her mentally: What the fuck is Elizabeth doing here?

She insisted and... as we had already forbidden her to go to the Cup, I thought coming to Hogwarts wouldn't do her any harm. She'll only stay for dinner, Severus; she'll leave afterwards. She's here as my sister, if anyone asks.

He sighed, looking at his daughter as she sat at the Ravenclaw table. His little girl was about to become his little teenager; parents never really notice how fast their kids grow. The twins were sixteen already.

Sixteen!

Elizabeth was twelve and little Chris was seven.

And Severus knew that he'd have problems when Liz started dating.

YOU will have problems? Laughed Florence. I pity her future husband. He'll have to deal not only with HER but also with YOU!

As soon as the Beauxbatons students sat, Dumbledore welcomed the Durmstrang students into the Great Hall; twenty boys dressed in dark brown uniforms walked in, doing acrobatics and pyrotechnics, showing off their physical prowess.

Karkaroff chose only his male students to come to Hogwarts. Said Florence, in clear disapproval.

Thankgoodness the twins aren't seventeen yet.

Karkaroff greeted Dumbledore with a hug and sat at the high table between Severus and the Headmaster, looking up and down the table; then his eyes fell on Florence and he smiled broadly.

"Well well well, what a pleasant surprise! Miss Peverell!"

"Hello, Headmaster Karkaroff. I go by Delacour here," she corrected him.

"Alright. Miss Delacour. I sure am glad to see you," said Karkaroff, glancing quickly at Severus, "I'd invite you for a drink later, but rumour has it that you are spoken for."

"Yes, excuse me," she smiled and got up, not interested in being part of that testosterone-filled conversation, "I'll let you two talk about it. I must see to my sister," and she walked towards Elizabeth.

Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table

"Who's the girl Madam Delacour is talking to?" asked Ronald, "She is beautiful and the two of them look somewhat alike."

Hermione looked at Florence and the girl, "The girl's from Beauxbatons. The two of them really look a lot alike," she frowned, glancing from them to the high table, her eyes falling on the Potions Master sitting there.

Holy shit! Hermione suddenly realised why the girl looked so familiar: That's their daughter! Some of the rumours are indeed true: Madam Delacour is married to him! No one's ever mentioned seeing her pregnant, but... she could hide it with a spell!

She was nearly hyperventilating, her brain reminding her of one more thing: Oh! The twins! She's probably the mother of the twins we met at Quidditch World Cup! The one Fred was snogging did have green eyes, just like her!

Hermione couldn't stop staring at Florence and the girl; her thoughts going a mile a minute. It makes so much sense! That's why she's always around! That's why they're always near each other when she's here in the castle!

"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked, "You look a bit shocked."

"What?" she exclaimed, her voice a little bit higher than normal, "No no, it's nothing, I just-" she knew she couldn't tell her suspicions to her friends, the boys would say she'd gone mad, "I'm worried about classes being disrupted by the Tournament, that's all."

And they bought that excuse, leaving her to her shocking musings.

Back at the high table

"She's even more gorgeous than I remembered," whispered Karkaroff, looking at Florence, "Lucius told me he saw her going down on you. That she enjoys fucking in public. Is that true? Are you really tapping that?"

Severus did his best to ignore the man's disrespectful choice of words and just replied: "If you want to know if Miss Delacour is engaged to me, then the answer is 'yes'. The details are none of your business."

"Ah, come on! She looks absolutely delicious, all those curves any man would love to lose himself on!" he patted Severus's shoulder, "I must congratulate you, my friend. Lucius and I have spent some nights discussing Miss Delacour. How good is she, eh? Must be incredible, for I know she's half-veela."

Severus smirked, boasting a little: "As you put it, Igor: absolutely delicious," he whispered, leaning closer to the other man, knowing whatever he told him would end up reaching Lucius' ears, "And, you see, right now she's walking around this very Hall freshly fucked, with cum stains on her thighs."

The man beside him gulped and whispered: "Holly shit," as he watched Florence walk back to the high table.

"If you ever desire to share her," said Karkaroff, eyeing her hungrily.

Florence looked at her husband with an arched eyebrow as she sat beside him.

I don't even have to guess the level of your conversation. She told him, feeling the anger building up deep inside of her husband.

But a sudden change in the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall saved Severus from having to reply to Karkaroff's comment. The double oaken doors were opened suddenly and in limped a tall burly man.

Dumbledore quickly fixed the ceiling and got up to hug the newcomer.

"What's Alastor Moody doing here?" Florence whispered to her husband.

"That..." Severus replied, sensing the man beside him tense up at the sight of the auror, "...is this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Florence looked reproachfully at the Headmaster, speaking in a low and angry voice: "Because the Tournament isn't dangerous enough, he added a mad teacher to the mix."

"A mad auror – which is worse. He'll probably annoy the hell out of me," growled Severus.

She chuckled, asking him mentally: The big bad Death Eater is afraid of the mad auror?

I'll show you big and bad later.

And Florence hid her smile in her water cup.

Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table

Draco Malfoy felt like he had been hit over the head by a bludger as he stared at the dark-haired Beauxbatons girl that had been talking to Madam Delacour.

His whole body froze, his mind turned foggy, and his heart raced.

She is so beautiful. He thought, following her every move as the Beauxbatons girl smiled and talked to some Ravenclaw students; he had a sudden, all-consuming need to go there and ask her name, touch her hand, have her smile at him and not at anyone else.

Then the girl's dark eyes met his, and his racing heart skipped a beat, his foggy mind went blank and it took him a while to be able to have another rational thought. He felt confused by his reaction to the gorgeous stranger.

I have to find a way to talk to her.

Florence was enjoying her dinner, thanking the gods that her nausea was under control that night for she had remembered to take the antiemetic potion her husband made for her.

"Well, Florence," said Karkaroff, "It's a pity your boys aren't old enough to be here. I had a talk with James just yesterday where I told him how I'd love to have him as the Durmstrang Champion; he'd certainly be chosen if the rules allowed student's younger than seventeen."

"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad that the rules forbade James from trying to be a Champion," replied Florence, politely.

"He's a formidable wizard that one," Karkaroff continued, "Nicholas is less ambitious than his brother though – can you believe he said he said wouldn't even try to enter the Tournament? Imagine that! When he's just as powerful as his twin."

Florence just smiled, and kept eating. But she felt Severus tense up beside her, all of a sudden, his fork resting on his plate as he fisted his hands.

What's wrong? she asked him, through their bond.

Draco won't stop starring at Liz. He replied, very annoyed.

So you nearly gave me a small heart attack because of it?

He looks too interested.

Florence rolled her eyes and looked at the blond boy; Draco really seemed to be completely hypnotised by Elizabeth.

"Well… now that's interesting," Florence murmured out loud.

Don't even joke about it! She's only twelve! Severus replied in her mind, furious. And he's a Malfoy!

Florence shrugged discreetly, She's young, that's true. But he's a nice kid – deep down. Who knows? In the future...

He's a bloody Malfoy, Florence! Repeated Severus. My daughter doesn't even have my surname! She's not becoming a Malfoy!

You're the one already marrying them. I'm just thinking they make a cute couple. She teased him.

My daughter is not becoming a Malfoy.

My father didn't agree with the husband of my choice either. Florence said to annoy him.

Severus just sipped his wine and glared at any student that dared to look his way.

After dinner

Elizabeth had orders to meet her mother in Dumbledore's office on the third floor, but she couldn't remember how to get there!

She was walking through the corridors, trying to find someone that could help her, when, near the library (So I'm still in the first floor.), she saw the blond boy who had caught her attention during the feast.

He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd seen him before, so she walked towards him.

"Excuse me, would it be possible for you to help me?" she asked him.

Draco tried to look cool and uninterested, struggling to ignore the sudden delicious sweet citrusy scent that filled the corridor as she approached him. He cleared his throat before speaking: "Sure, miss. What do you need?"

"I'm looking for the Headmaster's office."

"Right. Follow me, I can take you there."

"Thank you, Mr?" she asked as they began to walk side-by-side upstairs; Elizabeth wanted to know his name, for she felt strangely safe walking with him.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he smiled. "And what's your name?"

"Elizabeth Delacour," she returned his smile, really enjoying walking close to him.

"You're related to Madam Delacour?" he looked at her, seeing some similarities with the nice mediwitch.

"Yes, I'm her sister," she replied the rehearsed lie, suddenly missing a step as she realised she knew who Draco was, he was her father's godson! In the living room in her house there was a picture of him with her twin brothers when they were kids – but most importantly: his family was a follower of the Dark Lord!

If dad sees me here talking to him, he'll... but her thought was interrupted by a familiar voice:

"Miss Delacour?"

Elizabeth stopped and turned around, staring at her father – and he looked furious.

"Good evening, Prof. Snape," said Draco, oblivious of his teacher's anger, for a grumpy Snape was the norm around the castle corridors.

"Good evening, Mr Malfoy. You may proceed to your common room now, I'll take Miss Delacour to the Headmaster's office myself."

"Sure, professor," Draco said and turned to look at Elizabeth, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it, noticing how soft her skin was, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Delacour," then he left.

Severus motioned for her to follow him and she silently obeyed, knowing that she couldn't talk to him like she knew him for it wasn't safe.

Severus glanced at his daughter as they walked in silence towards the third floor.

Elizabeth had inherited his dark-eyes and hair, but that was where the similarities between them ended, the rest of her was all Florence's: her beauty and grace, the power of the veela blood that – although weaker than Florence's – he knew would attract many boys to her, whether she liked it or not, as she grew up.

He sighed, reminding himself that he had been worrying about that since before she were born.

Once they reached an empty corridor, Severus made her stop and look at him.

"Do you know who he is?" he asked.

"Yes! Now I know, but I needed help and I found him and only when he introduced himself that I realised who he was!" said Elizabeth nervously.

"It's alright, love," Severus sighed and kissed her forehead, "Let's go to Dumbledore's office, your grandmother is home waiting for you."

"Is mum going to stay here?" she asked as they resumed walking.

"Yes. You'll go home for the night and tomorrow morning you'll go back to France. You shouldn't even have come here tonight."

"I can never go anywhere," Liz complained, letting him know she clearly didn't like that plan.

"You know it's…"

"For my safety," she interrupted, "I know. I don't like it, but I understand."

They walked into the Headmaster's office and Elizabeth flooed home.

After dinner, Florence walked out of the Great Hall and went downstairs towards the dungeons, thinking about the long pleasurable shower she was going to take with her husband; but as she turned right after passing by the door of the Slytherin common room, someone stopped her by holding her arm.

"Karkaroff," she said, not surprised to be seeing him, knowing he was there to proposition her, "I believe your quarters are on the fourth floor, are you lost?"

"No, Florence. But I see you're alone down here. Are you spending the night in the castle?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.

"Yes. I occasionally stay the night here," she glanced to the door of her husband's quarters, making it clear where she usually slept.

"Hm," he said, looking around, checking if they were alone before moving his hand up and down her arm slowly, "We could share that drink I mentioned earlier."

"Igor," she smiled mockingly, "Do you have a death wish?"

"Severus is not around, Florence."

She smiled and touched a hand to his chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall.

The man clearly thought she was going to kiss him, but she chuckled and whispered: "Inpulsa."

"Ебаси!" Karkaroff let out as he fell onto his knees, twitching due to the electric shocks running through his body, "Finite incantatem!" he tried casting.

"That's not going to work," she laughed, "And I wasn't talking about Severus, Igor. Touch me again and it'll be the last thing you do," she whispered, her voice coming out sibilantly, making the man tremble as he recalled having heard a similar tone before.

"Miss Delacour," they heard Severus' voice and saw him walk towards them.

Karkaroff still twitched violently on the floor near the wall, "M-make h-her-r s-s-stop!" he begged.

Severus wrapped an arm around her waist and narrowed his eyes at the man on the floor, "What did you do, Igor?"

"N-noth-nothing!"

"Sure," said Severus, ironically, "Did he touch you, princess?" he asked Florence, touching his other hand to her face.

"Yes," she whispered, in feigned innocence, "My arm."

"N-no!" shouted Karkaroff.

"I think he's suffered enough," said Severus, casting: "Intermitto."

And Karkaroff inhaled sharply, breathing hard as he crawled away from Florence and Severus.

"I hope you've learned not to touch what isn't yours, Igor," said Severus.

And the other man just nodded, running down the corridor and out of sight as fast as he could.

Florence laughed as Severus led her into his private quarters.

"I think he learned his lesson," said Severus.

"Pity. I wouldn't mind hexing him again," she shrugged.

Severus chuckled and locked the door, turning to her, "Revelere," he cast.

And her four-month pregnant belly wasn't hidden anymore, her burgundy dress showing off the small bump beautifully.

"You're gorgeous, love," he said, walking to her and kneeling, touching his forehead to her round belly, "Hey there, little Sophie. You've been such a good girl today. Letting your mum eat. And did you see how she dealt with disrespectful men? That's how you must treat all men."

Florence touched his hair and laughed.

"Don't be like your sister that was walking nearly hand-in-hand with a boy just now."

"What?" Florence asked, surprised.

"I found Draco helping Liz get to Dumbledore's office," he muttered.

"And they were hand-in-hand?" she asked, doubting that was true.

"No," he admitted, "But who knows what could've happened if I hadn't found them?" he kissed her belly before getting up.

"Oh! He would certainly have taken her to the Room of Requirement. You know, very naughty things happen there," Florence provoked him.

"Stop it, Florence. I told you this would happen!" he crossed his arms, leaning back onto the dining table.

"Yes. The same day we found out it was a girl inside of me, you were already worrying about her boyfriends!" she smiled, touching his face, "Draco is a very handsome boy, let her have her first crush," she winked at him.

"Nonono! I'm coming up with a potion that stops kids from turning into teenagers!"

"We discussed that when James was eleven, Severus, you already know that's impossible," she chuckled, kissing him, "Relax, love. We already have enough worries, let Draco look at Liz – she's an ocean away from him, in Beauxbatons."

Severus exhaled, trying to relax. Florence was right, Liz was far from Draco Malfoy, she was safe from his godson.

"Now, Mr Father of five," Florence said, touching his chest, "I need help to get out of this dress and relax under a warm shower. Do you know a strong man that could assist me?"

He smiled and picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.

Florence didn't go to breakfast with her husband the next morning.

Severus woke up early and let her sleep.

It was past eight when she got up, put on a warm dress and took an antiemetic potion.

The nausea hadn't stopped as the first trimester ended, that was the first pregnancy where she felt nauseous at least once a day, every day.

"No breakfast for us for a while, baby Sophie," Florence whispered, caressing her belly and picking up her coat, deciding to go for a walk around the castle as she waited for the potion to take effect.

Florence reached the first floor and looked through a window at the beautiful grounds, remembering the many things she had lived there with Severus.

The lake duel.

The fucking in the Slytherin Common Room.

The snogging in the Astronomy Tower.

Severus had found out the truth about the twins and her in that castle.

Elizabeth had been born – and conceived! – there.

Hogwarts was a very special place for her family.

Florence touched her glamoured belly, feeling the nausea had gone away as expected, so she turned to go to the Great Hall to have breakfast, but someone bumped into her.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Madam Delacour!" said a female student.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger," Florence smiled at her, "I'm fine, you're fine. No one's hurt," then she pointed at the five books the girl was carrying, "Where are you going with all those?"

"To the library, Ma'am. I have to return them."

"Would you like some company?"

"But you haven't had breakfast yet…" Hermione sounded uncharacteristically nervous around her.

And with a little Legillimency, Florence found out why, for the girl's mind was practically screaming:

What if Prof. Snape finds out that I made his wife miss breakfast because of some books? He'd kill me!

Florence hesitated as she heard the girl's thoughts, wondering if she should obliviate her or just let her keep that information.

"You know, Hermione," she said slowly, "You truly are the brightest witch of your age," she winked at the girl, deciding to not mess with her memories, "And besides, the library is not far from here. I'll walk there with you and then go to the Great Hall with plenty of time to have breakfast."

Hermione simply stood in place, staring at her, confused by the brightest witch comment, but unsure what she should reply to that.

"Shall we go?" said Florence.

"O-ok," agreed Hermione, walking beside her to the library, "Did you study here, Mediwitch Delacour?"

"You can call me Florence, dear. And, yes, I was a student here, Harry's parents were dear friends of mine."

"Really? But you weren't in Gryffindor," she tilted her head.

"Obviously not. I was in Slytherin, but we were friends. It didn't start that way, of course. I actually ended up in detention the first day I arrived here because Severus and I duelled against James and Sirius by the lake-"

"Wait- The Lake Duel?" Hermione asked, surprised, "The day Slytherin defeated Gryffindor? The Slytherins talk about that to this day! It was you and Prof. Snape against Sirius Black and Harry's father?"

"Yes. But we were all friends a year after that," Florence smiled, correcting herself: "Well, not all of us. Severus and Sirius still hate each other."

They walked into the library.

"Hi. Madam Pince."

"Hello, Miss Granger," the librarian looked at Florence, "Hello, dear Florence, can I help you today?"

"Hi, Madam Pince. No, I'm just walking with Miss Granger," she said, looking around the library and thinking of the many times she'd studied with Severus there.

"We can go now, Madam Delacour," said Hermione, bringing her back to reality.

"Oh, of course."

And they walked back towards the Great Hall.

"Where's your sister? I haven't seen her since yesterday," Hermione asked, sounding really nervous.

"My sister?" Florence looked confused for a moment and then she remembered: "Oh, you mean Elizabeth… well, I know you know she isn't my sister, Hermione," she winked at the girl.

Hermione inhaled sharply, "I-I…are you… really- you and Prof. Snape?" she stuttered as she whispered.

"Yes," Florence whispered back.

They stopped before walking down the Marble Staircase.

Hermione looked at her, shocked, "Why are you telling me this, Madam Delacour? It's probably a big secret!"

"Oh, well, not really. The whole wizarding world has already heard about Severus and I. The rumours that run through these corridors don't stay within these walls for long," then she looked at her firmly, "However, Liz is a very big secret."

"So why are you telling me?" Hermione was very surprised.

"Because, perhaps, someday it might be important that you know. I've heard more than enough about you to know that you're capable of keeping this to yourself and only divulge it when and if necessary."

Hermione frowned, thinking about what she had just heard. The beautiful and nice woman in front of her, the sweet mediwitch who had healed her more than once in the past three years, was married to the unfair and unpleasant Potions Master.

"Have you ever considered he might be giving you something?" whispered Hermione, holding Florence's hand.

Florence laughed, "No, dear, Severus's not drugging me. I married him because I love him."

The girl shook her head, "How? Why?"

"I understand why you're confused. But he has a role to play here. And being extremely unpleasant is the best way to do it. But I can assure you Severus is a great husband and an awesome father."

"If you say so," Hermione shrugged, murmuring: "Could you ask him to stop with the nicknaming?"

"Insufferable-know-it-all?" Florence said, smiling.

"Yes."

"That's not really his opinion about you, dear. Unfortunately, being an insufferable git is part of his role. But he is not really like that nor does he think so badly of you."

The girl's brown eyes sparkled in happiness.

"I promise I won't tell a soul, Madam Delacour."

"Not even you friends?"

Hermione chuckled, "They are great, but they can't keep a secret to save their own lives."

They walked down the Marble Staircase, and Hermione glanced at her, wanting to ask about the twins she saw at the World Cup.

"Is Elizabeth your only child?"

"No. She's the third, and I'm expecting number five," Florence whispered and took Hermione's hand, putting it on her hidden belly.

The girl's eyes got huge as she felt it, "It's a glamour- an illusion spell!"

"Yes, I don't want anyone to know about it."

"Wow, it's just… too much. I mean... I've heard the rumours, but you're so nice and he is... such an arsehole," Hermione looked at Florence, suddenly horrified, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to insult your husband, I-"

"Calm down, Hermione," Florence smiled, "I agree with you: he can be an arsehole sometimes," then she looked at the bottom of the Staircase, "And speaking of the devil..."

They walked down the stairs and Severus just arched an eyebrow at Hermione.

"I'll just go now," she said, "Your secret is safe with me, don't worry, Madam Delacour," and the girl practically ran to the Entrance Courtyard.

Severus frowned, as he watched her go, "What secret? What were you talking about with Miss Granger?"

"She knows. About the kids and us."

"What?" he whisper-shouted, putting a hand behind her back and walking with her to a hidden corner, casting a silencing and a hiding spell, "Why did you tell her about the kids?"

"She figured it out by herself, actually. So I had to either obliviate her or talk to her. I chose not to mess with her brilliant mind," Florence paused, "But this has got me thinking that maybe we should borrow a page from my father's book and cast a spell to stop anyone from referring to the kids as being our kids in the future."

"Everybody knows about the twins already," Severus shook his head, "Hiding them would mean affecting too many people, it's too risky."

"I agree. But very few people know about the others. I've already cast some protection on Liz and Chris, but..." she sighed, touching his face, "I'll read about how to cast such spell and, after Sophie is born, I'll work on casting it."

He nodded, "I agree," he caressed her face, taking full advantage of the hiding spell, "Have you had breakfast, love?"

"No. I was on my way to it."

"How about having it in bed, with a massage?" he winked at her.

"Are you going to give me some more Amortentia, Prof. Snape? Or will you tie me up and suck out my blood?"

He smirked, "There might be some sucking involved – not blood though."

And she laughed at his silly word-play as they walked to the dungeons.