A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge

467: Food – sandwich

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Word count: 697

"Sandwiches. That's all you want me to do, assemble the sandwiches for our Christmas party?" Hermione asked staring at her husband. He nodded slowly.

"Yes, if I want the kitchen to survive another day, then yes. There is no way possible you can set anything on fire sitting on your shapely arse assembling the sandwiches." Hermione sighed. He had a point. They'd just finished fixing the kitchen from the pizza incident. The bread, cheese, and meat were already on the table. All she had to do was put them together and stick a pretty toothpick in them.

She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and started her chore. The completed sandwiches were placed on a crystal tray. Behind her, she could hear Severus making caramel sauce for one of the desserts they were planning to serve.

A loud 'thud' from the living room caught their attention.

"Stay here, I'll investigate. If it's Lucius complaining about Miss Weasley again..." he grumbled causing Hermione to laugh. Draco had officially started courting Ginny about a month ago.

"Be careful," she called out after him. "And if it is Lucius, tell him I said 'hello'." She went back to working on the sandwiches. Secretly she was glad she wasn't actually cooking anything. Glancing towards the sitting room where Severus could be heard arguing with Lucius, she touched her fingers to her abdomen and smiled. She hadn't told Severus yet, mainly because she had a feeling he was going to be overprotective. The pot on the stove started to gurgle. She rose and walked towards it planning to turn the heat down. The smell of the caramel sent her scrambling to the sink.

Severus had finally managed to convince Lucius to leave and give Miss Weasley a chance when the smoke detector started screaming. With a sigh, he stormed into the kitchen wondering just what Hermione had managed to do now. The room was full of smoke. The pot on the stove had boiled over. Hermione was throwing up over the sink. He blinked and vanished the ruined caramel sauce. He rushed over to Hermione.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I went to... and..." he rubbed her back gently.

"Are you alright? Would you like me to help you to bed?" she shook her head.

"No, I'll be alright," she whispered. Severus looked at her pale face.

"I'll throw those sandwiches out, just to make sure no one else gets sick," he offered. She shook her head.

"No, don't, they're fine, pregnancy isn't contagious," she mumbled without even thinking about it. Severus froze staring at her.

"Hermione, what did you just say?" She looked up at him suddenly realizing the words she'd uttered.

"I said pregnancy isn't contagious. You don't need to throw anything out," she repeated softly wishing she would have found a better way to tell him.

"You're..."

"Yes, I just had it confirmed. I should have told you then." Severus didn't even let her finish her thought before he picked her up in his arms, hugging her tightly.

"We're going to be parents," he said in disbelief.

"And here I was afraid of how you'd react," she laughed as he kissed her.

"I love you and I'll love our child. Now, from this point forward, you are forbidden from using anything in the kitchen other than the refrigerator. Actually, just stay out of the kitchen entirely. I'll borrow a house elf from the Malfoys if I have to." She glared at him.

"I don't want you or our child to be in danger, smoke inhalation could hurt you." She rolled her eyes. Yes, she was right. He was going to be overprotective.

"Can I finish making the sandwiches at least?" she asked giving him a look. He nodded and transported everything to the dining room table.

"Yes, in the safety of the dining room."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've still got to make the caramel sauce and if the smell makes you sick, you'll be more comfortable in here."

"Alright, you do have a point there." She settled into one of the dining room chairs. At least there weren't any open flames in the dining room, she thought happily