February 1987

Hogwarts

A week before Valentine's Day

Florence walked down to the dungeons in the middle of the afternoon for Severus had sent a school house-elf after her with the message that he needed her help with something.

She opened the door to his private quarters and found him in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet.

"What do you need, Severus?" she asked.

"Well, assistant," he drawled, folding the newspaper and leaving it on the side table, before walking towards her, "I have a problem that needs your assistance," he touched a hand down her back, his dark eyes letting her know exactly the kind of assistance he needed.

"Oh, really, Professor," Florence smiled, her hands moving down his chest, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his trousers, "And what seems to be the problem?" she rubbed her lips on his.

"I'll show you," he said, unzipping her dress and tugging in down, watching it pool at her feet.

"Turn around, princess," he ordered.

She slowly obeyed, and he touched her waist, moving his hands upwards to unhook her bra. Then he nudged her forward, saying: "Lab."

Florence walked, in just her knickers and high-heeled shoes, into his lab.

Severus silently guided her to the worktable, where a cauldron rested in stasis.

He stopped right behind her, her back touching his chest, "I need you to finish that potion."

"What?" Florence frowned, "You're joking! I'm naked and horny and-"

He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head back and whispering in her ear: "You're my assistant, Miss Delacour, I order you to finish that Amortentia."

"Amortentia?" that caught her attention, "Oh, no. Are you planning on messing with the students again, Severus?"

He ignored her question, "Finish it," he spat, kissing the curve of her shoulder.

She sighed and wandlessly removed the stasis spell off the cauldron.

Amortentia. She took a breath. Alright. It's not a difficult potion.

He bit her neck again, a bit harder, and then licked it soothingly, making her lose focus.

"Mediwitch Delacour," his voice a low velvety caress in her ear, "Work on the potion."

"Fuck!" she gasped, rolling her head on his shoulder, "I hate you."

Thirty minutes later, Florence had finished the Amortentia and had had a couple orgasms as reward.

"What do you smell?" Severus asked, helping her get dressed.

"You know what I smell," she replied with a soft smile, "Oak, rain, parchment, cinnamon, chocolate, leather and hint of firewhisky. All smells that remind me of you."

He kissed her lips slowly turning her around, "Do you know what I smell?"

"Me," she said smugly.

"Parchment," he continued, "herbal tea, a hint of clove and cinnamon, and a lot of vanilla. Your delicious vanilla-scented hair," he helped her fix her mussed curls and they flooed home.

Three months later

May 1987

Florence woke up and stirred in bed, knowing that she was alone in the bedroom, for Severus had already left for the castle.

She had woken up early with him, but she was feeling a little languid, so she decided to stay home and sleep some more – which she now realised had been a great decision.

Feeling up refreshed and full of energy, Florence sat up on the bed and reached for the cup of tea that Tiffany had put there a minute after she opened her eyes; she sipped it, humming in appreciation.

Ginger and orange, with just the perfect amount of sugar.

She sighed, loving the tea a little too much – which had her frowning, for she liked ginger, but not that much, unless...

"Tiffany!" she called.

And the elf quickly appeared, "Yes, Mistress Flor?"

"Why ginger this morning, Tiff?"

The elf hesitated, then replied: "Tiffany always knows... and it's taking a while for Mistress to find out..."

Florence inhaled sharply, going to the bathroom, but not finding any pregnancy test there. She hadn't expected to need one so soon; she had stopped taking the contraceptive potion in the beginning of the year, but she thought it would take a little longer for her to get pregnant.

She gave up on finding the test and just lay back on the bed, casting: "Vide utero."

And there it was: another little baby.

She smiled, feeling her heart bursting with so much happiness and love – their family was about to get a little bigger.

Florence stopped the spell and let out a soft sigh, caressing her lower belly, wanting to run to Hogwarts to tell her husband he was going to be a dad again.

Hogwarts

Potions laboratory

Severus had just sat to organise his desk, while the seventh-year students walked out of the room, when he heard some students say in the corridor: "Good morning, Madam Delacour."

"Hi, Miss Keegan, Mr Weasley," Florence replied.

"Are you going in to talk to Prof. Snape, Madam?" asked another student.

"Yes, Mr Johnson. Is he in a good mood today?" Florence asked.

"Is he ever, Madam?" replied Johnson laughing.

Severus appeared at the door: "I don't know, Mr Johnson. Am I ever?" he said, arching an eyebrow.

"Sorry, sir. Excuse me, Madam Delacour," and the young man ran down the corridor to the Slytherin common room.

"He's lucky he's in Slytherin, otherwise some House would be losing ten points," Severus moved to the side to let Florence into the lab and he locked the door, looking at her.

"What can I help you with, Madam Delacour?" He asked with a smile.

"Well, I'm here looking for a potions master. He is tall, hides a sexy body under layers of dark robes, has got long hair," she lowered her voice, as if telling him a secret: "Some say he's giving Amortentia to a co-worker to make her fuck him."

"Hmm, I need more to tell you if I know him or not," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well, let me see. Oh, some claim he's a vampire!" she said, looking at him with impressed eyes, "Also... word around the wizarding world is that he's got two kids with a mediwitch he never married – but I know the truth..."

"And what's the truth?" he asked in a whisper.

"He actually married her and he's got more than two kids – he's got four," she kept whispering.

Severus chuckled and was about to kiss her when he realised what she had said: "Wait, four? I believe you mean three."

"Nope," Florence glanced down, picking up his hand and putting it on her navel, looking into his eyes again, "He's got four kids."

"What?" he exclaimed, trying to sense the baby's energy, and then laughed, "You're pregnant, love!" he spun her around, kissing her lips. "This is amazing!" he kissed her again, "I love you-" he stopped, a hint of fear in his eyes, "I just hope it's a boy this time."

Florence laughed, "It is. I've just talked to Pomfrey and there's no interference with my own magic so we can expect a very calm pregnancy."

"Another boy to annoy me for loving you," he said, touching her face lovingly.

"James and Nick will be so happy to hear they'll have a little brother, they absolutely love playing with Draco, they feel very important teaching him new things."

"Yes. They adore him. And he adores them." Severus kissed her lips softly, overjoyed.

"What will we name our little boy?" Florence asked.

"I was thinking we could name him after my grandfather. What do you think?"

"Christopher? I like it," she easily agreed.

"So, little Chris it is!" he kissed her again, touching her belly, "You'll grow round with another baby... and it's a boy! I can't wait to see your baby bump and not have you try to bite my head off," he hugged her close, "This is amazing, love. Life's so good," he sighed, touching his nose to hers.

"Yes, it is, Sev. Let's hope it stays that way," she said, a small trepidation in her voice.

"All is well, Flor," he replied reassuringly, "The Mark is still grey. Relax, love."

"I know. But after little Chris we should wait before thinking of having another baby," she said, touching his hair.

"Ok. We'll wait, love. It's your decision."

She kissed him, "I love you, Mr Snape, father of four."

He chuckled and kissed her again, carrying her to his private quarters.