If I say yes, will you cease to pester me about my private life?

“Still so prickly.” She gave him a knowing smile, then reached forward to pat his hand. He jerked away with a hiss. “Don't worry, Severus. I'm just glad to know you're both happy.”

With a roll of his eyes, he took another sip of his tea.

Nosy witch.

“Indeed, ” she agreed. “I hear you've been to see the newest Weasley.”

He flinched – news certainly traveled fast. Bloody gossiping Gryffindors. I have.

“Tell me, ” she asked, eyes twinkling once more. “Did you at least smile at the child, or were you taciturn and unpleasant? Will he be entering Hogwarts a few points shy for Gryffindor already? Severus? Oh for the love of Merlin -”

But he was already down the stairs and out the door, weary of what she surely thought was well-intentioned mockery.

Hermione's hand reached over and he slapped at it with a playful snarl as she purloined yet another handful of his popcorn. For a woman who'd dragged him to the theatre and decided she did not want any of the salty treat she was certainly eating a great deal of his.

It was bad enough that her parents were two rows down to “give you kids some privacy” as Anthony had put it, but here he was in dim theatre with sticky floors and cheap tickets all because Hermione wanted to see some daft pirate movie before it left the cinemas. So now they sat in the seats with cold drinks and Hermione had gotten a pack of candies (which she wasn't sharing, he noticed churlishly).

The lights went out and the curtains moved a bit farther out and Severus settled himself in for a very long, very boring movie.

“Severus, ” Hermione whispered to him at one point as the hero got into a daring sword fight with a pirate that Severus rather found refreshing, “I've got a fantasy about you in a shirt like that.”

His eyebrows reached his hairline as the pirate cheated to win and he spared her a glance. She gave him a crooked smile and stole more of his popcorn.

“That was excellent! ” Hermione crowed as the lights came back on. Severus blinked rapidly, and gave her a nod of agreement. She rose, tugging on his arm, but he remained in his seat. “C'mon, the movie's over.”

I always watch the credits, he told her sourly, refusing to budge. On the rare occasion he'd been able to sneak into a film as a child he'd always stayed as long as possible. She dropped back into her own seat with a squeak and leaned her head on his arm, waiting patiently. His popcorn was long gone, mostly consumed by his witch, and his drink was dripping condensation all over the floor. When there indeed turned out to be a short clip at the end of the credit he shot her a victorious smirk.

Hermione scowled at him. “Yes, alright, you win. Mum and Dad are waiting in the lobby by now. Did you have any preference on dinner? ”

You, he replied smugly, glad they were quite alone in the room. You said something about a fantasy...? And oh, how he had several, if she wanted to play... Hermione blushed before smiling wickedly.

“I do indeed, love. Quite a few, in fact...” Even though he knew they'd only been chatting and watching the credits, he couldn't help the warmth on his cheeks as they rounded the corner and her parents gave the two of them a knowing smile he himself had given to hormonal teens. It was the type of smile that said 'we know you've been snogging'.

Oh, sod it all...I'm a bloody grown man! Next to him, Hermione just hummed the theme music from the film and followed her parents out the door, her arm in his. Severus tried very hard not to worry about others staring at them.

You must be joking, he signed, his expression flat. The bag of rose thorns he'd picked up from the florist was carefully tucked under one arm.

“Please? ” Hermione gave him a pretty pout, and he snarled at her.

No. His hands were vehement, and she sighed.

“Why ever not? ” Ah, her hands were back on her hips and she'd just tossed her hair like the bossy little bint she was.

It is entirely unnecessary, he replied. We do not need a bloody cat scratching post. Nothing has shown no proclivity towards it, and that thing is garish, Hermione.

“It's not just a scratching post, ” she argued. “He can climb it or sleep on it – you know how you hate it when he gets up on the bookshelves but yowls when we ward them. It'll give him a place to climb so we can ward the shelves without having to listen to that racket. Besides, it's not like we ever have company, so no one's even going to see the damn thing except us! ”

Severus frowned at her, resolute. He most emphatically did not want that pink-and-blue atrocity in their home, no matter how unlikely it was to be seen.

“We can always charm it another color, ” she wheedled, and he set his jaw.

No.

Hermione gave him a surprisingly cunning look that quickly turned lascivious. “What if I did that thing you liked so much again? ” His mouth ran dry and he sucked in a breath, torn between hurt and arousal. “Also, Halloween's next month and those little costume shops are already popping up – I could go pick up that costume you mentioned the other week...”

Hurt won and he glowered at her, hissing through his teeth in displeasure. We are in public, he signed, teeth bared.

She had the audacity to laugh and link her arm with his. “So what? ” He fought briefly to free himself as she pulled him out of the building towards the small Japanese restaurant at the end of the row of shops. “No one knows us here. Let's have lunch while you consider it fairly.”

It's not that, he wanted to explain, but with his arm occupied he was unable to. He watched helplessly as she obtained a table for the two of them. In no time they were seated at a small table, plastic-covered menus. Hermione's foot traveled up his leg and he jerked instinctively, his knee smacking into the underside of the table with a groan.

Wincing at the pain in his throat, he looked at her, startled, his cheeks flushed. Hermione frowned. “What? ”

We are in public, he told her again.

She frowned. “So? ”

Hermione... Merlin, how to explain himself? In my experience, proper young women do not act in such a manner.

Quirking a smile, she glanced down at the menu, reaching for the pencil and sushi order form. “So? ”

Severus hesitated, aware that people could see them and were watching the strange couple with curious glares. In London they didn't attract near as much attention – the young, vibrant young woman next to the tall, lanky older man – as they did here in the small town shopping center.

It is inappropriate.

Hermione rolled her eyes, marking off sushi rolls. “Not in this day and age, love. How many of your usual would you like? Or are you feeling...” she gave him a wink and a flirtatious smile, trailing fingers down his arm as she licked her lips, “...adventurous? ”

He scowled, sparing a covert look at the other diners. Hermione, stop.

“Severus? ” Hermione frowned. “Is everything alright? ”

No, he replied, his hands brisk. You are acting very forward.

“I am not, ” she replied. She put the menu down flat on the table, the plastic shiny in the lights. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with how I'm acting.”

You are drawing undue attention to us, he attempted. And your licentious behaviour is inappropriate in this setting.

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. “You must be joking.”

I do not think I am being unreasonable, he argued.

She huffed. “You're being ridiculous. There's nothing wrong with how I'm acting! My parents do it all the time! ”

Yes, in front of us, in the privacy of their own home.

" We act like this all the time! "

At home, he interjected.

“It's not like I've propositioned you, Severus, or attempted to choke you with my tongue in public. All I've done is tease you – other couples do the same.”

Other couples are not us, either, Hermione... We are under such scrutiny in both worlds, for very different reasons. They judge us constantly, calling our private life into question with their prying and conjectures. He hesitated, needing to voice his concerns so she could silence them. Do you not think that perhaps that others see us and think that you do not belong with me?

Her mouth dropped open, and her spine was stiff; she radiated hurt. Very suddenly, he realised he'd misspoke. His stomach dropped and he wanted to backpedal but it was too late.

“Are you saying you don't want to be with me? ” Her voice was hurt, and he flinched.

Hermione – Damn it, he'd meant no such thing!

Unhappily, she looked at him, her mouth twisting into an uncomfortable grimace as she warred between anger and pain. “I wasn't trying to upset you, or air our private life in public or any such rot. All I was doing was teasing you, you git! Anyone who dares to think we shouldn't be together can keep their damn opinions to themselves, because it's not about them it's about us. If you bloody don't want to be with me, maybe you should just tell me.”

Now they were definitely drawing curious glances from the other diners, and he flushed helplessly. Hermione – I misspoke. Her jaw clenched. I am unfamiliar with discussing such matters. I apologise for misleading you to think that I no longer wish to be with you – I assure you, I desire no such thing. Quite the opposite.

He hoped she realised how difficult it was for him to voice such emotions in this setting. I am unused to such forward behavior, as I am sure you are aware. He did not want to have this conversation here. Not in public. His cheeks were burning with shame and embarrassment. This had to be undone, and quickly, before she thought he did not want her. He hadn't meant to hurt her, so he could bloody well swallow his pride and deal with his insecurity before she stormed out of the restaurant thinking he did not want her any longer and he came home to a house void of Hermione... I did not realise that you were teasing. I thought that perhaps you were still focused on the bloody cat tree and trying to sway my answer. That you were being openly affectionate due to real desire for me did not cross my mind. Such a thing has been out of my experience, aside from Death Eaters, who would routinely use such a device to get their way.

She sucked in a breath to reply and he silenced her with a glare. Furthermore, witch, let me get a bloody word in edgewise before you go off on a tear. If you had let me finish, I would have continued to bloody say that I've been pushed around a great deal lately in terms of public displays – both of us have. I am out far outside of what I find comfortable in terms of intimacy in front of others. If you know me as well as you damn well think you do, you should understand. I do not in any way wish to discontinue our relationship, my love. I apologise for the misunderstanding.

Her shoulders sagged, tears gathering in her eyes. “I'm sorry, too.” She looked more than a little miserable, and he was sorely tempted to grab her arm and attempt her from leaving him even as she dashed the tears away before they could fall. “I didn't... I didn't realise you were feeling so overwhelmed. I'm sorry for overreacting.”

I forgive you, he told her first. Waiting for her to forgive him was hanging over his head like a weight and he felt ill. Hermione sighed and reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his. Cautiously, he held her hand in return, keenly aware that they were in public and being stared at by Muggles.

“I forgive you, too, ” she murmured softly, and he nearly crushed her fingers in his relief. She forgave him. His heart near gave out from the sheer stress of the moment.

“What a stupid thing to fight over, ” she said a moment later. He snorted in agreement. “Forget it; let's just have lunch. No more displays of affection. Then we'll go home and sit on the couch or something quiet. Just us.”

At the end of the week, Severus had to concede that Nothing did indeed love the cat tree... and he loved the night that he returned late from St. Mungo's to find Hermione waiting for him in their bed dressed in that luscious little costume.

Severus bent over the cauldron, inhaling the little spirals of steam slowly. It was perfectly brewed, of course. The sheen was just right, and the smell... he closed his eyes. Heavenly. Intoxicating. The usual scents of a potions lab, new books, the park in summer all took the background to something that smelled like tea and Christmas fires and curry and Hermione's perfume, all mixed into one.

His reaction was so visceral, the way his chest tightened as he gasped, clutching his chest as tears escaped. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to brew Amortentia, though the last time he'd caught a whiff of it had been the year – Merlin, what year had it been? - that he'd had to kill Albus. So technically the year before. He still had the habit of counting years as school years rather than the year itself...

And the last time he'd walked into Horace's lab unawares the pain at Lily's fragrance, of sunshine on grass and creaking swings and the daffodils that grew stubbornly around her parents' home paired with her shampoo and the worn canvas shoes she'd drawn on, had lanced through him so painfully he'd even taken points off Slytherin in a fit of pique. In a way, the scent of what he'd lost had been too much for him, even then.

But this... he'd almost been afraid to brew it. He didn't want to know what he would smell – yet now he was glad he had. Oh, he'd known that Hermione would be in the mix, but he hadn't lost Lily. She wasn't gone. His doe, the first real light in his life... she was still there. Lily didn't war with Hermione. Lily was a sweet childhood note in the fragrance, the foundation... but Hermione shone through so brightly, so warm. His future.

Fingers trembling, he added the potion to the wax base, ignoring the wetness on his face, the tightness of his throat.

When Hermione lit these candles he was creating as her birthday gift, what, he wondered, would she smell?

Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Summary:

Happy Birthday, Hermione.

Chapter Text

Chapter 35

Severus was in the carefully-warded basement laboratory finishing the last touches on the candles the day before her birthday when the front door slammed, echoing oddly in the dank little room. His wand was in his hand before the windows had stopped rattling. Cautiously, he probed the wards. They were unbroken and unaltered, which meant Hermione had come home frighteningly early.

Mild panic set in and he headed up the stairs as he heard the Floo activate, cleansing himself from any lingering ingredients, wax, and fragrances as he went. It was just past lunch. There was no reason to be home no matter how distracted she had been lately, surely she had not confused the hour of the day – at this rate, she would ruin her birthday surprise! She was saying something he couldn't hear properly yet even as he swung the basement door open. He stepped through the final ward, the one that kept the scent of his crafting contained, with a soft almost suction-y feeling like stepping through jelly. His ears popped as full sound returned (one of the downsides to that particular ward, but it was particularly useful).

" No, Kingsley, I will not come back to work! I quit, do you hear me? I've filed the bloody paperwork - I've done everything by the damn rules, and for the final damn time, I QUIT! " Severus couldn't hear the Minister's reply as he headed for the sitting room, careful not to knock the save the date for Draco's wedding (addressed to 'Severus Snape and Hermione Granger') from its temporary Sticking Charm on the fridge, but Hermione didn't seem particularly happy or worried about being quiet – she huffed and the emerald glow faded quickly. " Bloody wanking – Severus! Why are you home? Not that I'm not glad to see you, in fact I really need to talk to you, but you're never home this early in the day, and goodness you look -"

He held up a hand to forestall any further babbling, eyebrow arched. She was staring at him, cheeks flushed and her lips parted. He was well aware of how he looked – splatters on his normally-pristine dragonhide boots, vest and trousers rumpled from perching precariously on a stool, his shirt partially unbuttoned and the both sleeves rolled up from the heat, displaying the wand holster strapped over his faded Mark. His hair probably looked like hell, too. It'd been bloody hot in the small basement, dealing with the melted wax, trying to shape it without losing the damn wicks in the whole mess.

I came home to work on something in privacy, he told her. Why are you home so early? Is everything alright?

Hermione snarled and shook herself out of her reverie, her hair wild. " No, everything is not alright, unfortunately. I – I've quit. Oh, god, Severus – I quit." She sank slowly onto the footstool, looking rather shocked. " Oh, no. What am I going to do about a job? About money? "

Hermione... Severus quickly sat on the sofa to face her, alarmed. The last time he'd known her to up and quit something was – oh, Merlin, she had still been in Hogwarts. The whole staff room had been in a tizzy over their golden girl... No, focus. Hermione, I am more than capable of supporting us, but that can be worked out later. Tell me what has happened.

She sighed, glancing at him under her lashes before fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. " You know about all the stress I've been under... well, in the past few weeks not only has Bernard changed the board without telling anyone so my charms linking it to my planner were circumvented, but he keeps dumping new cases on my desk – sometimes four or five at a time! I've had to do all of the research for all of them... and as soon as I finish getting everything together, he either cancels the cases or transfers them, then gives me new ones! I haven't had any time to work on the other cases I've wanted to work on, like I have in the past."

So you've been saying for nearly two months now. What finally drove you to quit? Severus thought. He didn't answer her little monologue, however, merely waited for her to continue.

" Everything's gone to pot since that stupid article by Skeeter. The bloody thing's magnified the problems in my former workplace." Hermione planted her elbows on her knees glumly, propping her chin up. She gave him an unreadable look, blushing as she looked him over once more. " It's been awful – all the whispers and the ribbing and the downright rude questions... I've documented everything against my boss and coworkers, and have dutifully submitted the forms for workplace harassment. I know you'd just have an unpleasant chat with them or take matters into your own hands, Severus, but I've tried to avoid doing that. But today... today I found out that all of my casework has been for nothing. All of my reports against my coworkers and boss, too. It's all been going into the trash or Incendio'd. They were all in on it. And I've had enough. I can tolerate the judging and rumors – what I refuse to put up with is them putting their pettiness above the welfare of the cases."

Severus frowned, and he was certain that there would be a rather ugly look in his eyes if he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the mantle. It was one thing to dump a high workload on her, knowing what a diligent researcher she was (even though Severus thought that then taking away the cases was rather underhanded); it was another to treat such a powerful and intelligent witch so unkindly based solely upon her living conditions.

" I swear, they're all stuck in the dark ages, " she muttered sourly. He snorted in agreement.

What action is Kingsley going to take, given your rather abrupt departure? I assume he knows the reasons, Severus signed, thoughtful.

" Don't know, " Hermione said, a wicked glint in her eyes. " But I hope it's awful. I hope those bastards are humiliated. I want them to pay. But in a way that can't be traced back to me – or to you, Severus, I know that look."

He gave her a faux-innocent shrug. They'd never trace anything back to him – if Kingsley didn't take appropriate action. After all, Severus was aware of several hexes and jinxes that were undetectable to all but the most practised of wielders of the Dark Arts, along with more than a book's worth of tempting potions. What disturbed him, however, wasn't that Hermione had been harassed at work (and it had been clearly not only premeditated but coordinated), but that she hadn't told him of it. For her to up and quit... well, it certainly explained how emotional she'd been lately, with that much taxing her.

Why have you not spoken of this to me sooner? he inquired.

" Because, " she sighed, darting her gaze over him and biting her lip briefly. " In part, it's because talking about it would make it more real, in a way. Admitting that the problem isn't going away and that there's nothing I can do about it isn't the best thing when I could focus on what I can do. And in part, it was because you're already justifiably unhappy about the gossip – I could handle it, until today – and I didn't see a need to make things worse."

It was a measure, he thought, of how much he'd been changing over his time with her that he didn't delve into anger, but acceptance. So she'd wanted to protect him, them, their private life, by omitting it. He wasn't happy that she'd kept it from him, but he understood – albeit grudgingly.

I am not exactly pleased that you did not enlighten me of these proceedings, he told her frankly. I agree with your reasoning, however. What is your next course of action?

" I...I don't have one, " Hermione said blankly. " To be honest, I wasn't planning on quitting. I'd apparently just had enough, and, well... I quit. I don't want to go back, even if Kingsley fired the entire department to keep me – that wouldn't sit well with me or anyone else. They'd never trust me at all." She sighed. " I suppose I don't know what to do next, other than worry about income."

Severus scowled. You do not need to worry about income – I assure you, I can support the two of us until you have new employment, if you so desire. And if you do not desire... it would take several lifetimes to deplete my savings at this point, Hermione.

She blinked, startled out of staring at him, then shook her head. " No, I want to be able to contribute financially to the household. But... thank you. For the offer. I have savings for now, until I find something."

He nodded stiffly. Should he be upset that she had rejected his offer of aid? Or should he feel pleased that she was determined to contribute to their household, regardless of how unnecessary it truly was? Both, Severus thought unhappily.

" I suppose I should think about what I want to do, " she said wryly. " As much as I've liked making a difference, I honestly haven't been very happy at the Ministry."

There is no rush, he said. You are capable of doing whatever you desire. My esteem of you will remain unchanged.

Hermione smiled at him, licking her lips. " That's sweet of you." Severus scowled more, the lines of his face deepening. " No, really, Severus... it's very sweet of you."

Enough, woman. I am not sweet.

" Yes, you are. Sweet, and sexy."

That garnered an eyebrow. Have you gone blind from this tortuous ordeal?

" No. But it's my birthday tomorrow -"

Of which I am aware, witch, he interjected.

" -and it occurred to me that we've never been home alone together on a weekday like this, and you look..."

Awful? Filthy? Greasy?

" No, " she shot back firmly. " You look sexy, Severus! "

He scoffed at the notion. He most certainly did not at this moment, mussed and greasy.

" Well, it's my birthday, and I declare you sexy, " Hermione said. She grinned at him lopsidedly, an almost longing expression in her eyes. " I mean, just sitting here watching you, dressed like that..."

It is not your birthday until tomorrow, minx, he told her curtly. Damn – how was he to return to the basement and finish her gift without arousing suspicion now? And the way she was regarding him... it struck him that her mood had gone from aggravated to aroused.

" You do realise my cycle's over, right? " Hermione asked, teeth sinking into her lower lip. He nodded; although he'd managed to tolerate her whinging without snapping at her this time, five days of celibacy was nearly unheard of for them, and it was unlikely that they would have the chance tonight after the get together at the pub with her friends for her birthday. But it was the middle of the bloody day. Surely, she couldn't be serious? Granted, she was staring in that particular way...

We're in the middle of a discussion, he finally managed as a reply. There. No accidental offense could be taken from that. Merely a reminder of the situation.

" Sorry." Hermione sighed. " I was hoping to be done with work early today, come home and surprise you, and then... everything went to hell. I guess that I don't know what to do, and I hate that sort of thing."

He snorted softly – Hermione always had a plan.

What would you have done, if you hadn't gone into the Ministry? he asked curiously. Hermione tilted her head, considering, then rose to cross the short distance between them and sit in his lap. Startled, Severus hesitated a moment before steadying her with his hands on her hips.

" I didn't have a backup, " she confessed softly, toying with the buttons on his vest. " I knew I wanted to make changes for the better, and that I'd work my arse off through the Ministry if necessary. I've been so busy trying to do what I could before things feel apart, though, that I still haven't thought what I want to do."

What brought you to the Ministry in the first place? Perhaps you should start from that line of thought and move forward, he suggested after turning her in his lap to straddle his legs and face him so that she could see his hands. Resolutely, Severus ignored the little thrill of arousal that ran through his cock at the position, determined to finish their discussion before allowing himself to act on any carnal impulses.

Surprisingly, Hermione blushed, shifting cautiously on his lap as her teeth sank into her lip. " Well, to be honest... I once told Scrimgeour, right before Bill's wedding, that I didn't want to go into politics or the Ministry. I really didn't. Everything I'd learned about the Ministry had led me to think that it was corrupt. People out for themselves, like Fudge or Umbridge." Hermione scowled darkly at the mention of her name. " I mean, one year they're tripping over themselves to excuse Harry, then another and they're vilifying him. They sent an incompetent and twisted woman into a school full of children. The system was broken, and I wanted no part in it."

He pushed her hands away from his shirt now that she'd unbuttoned his vest with a raised eyebrow. What changed your mind? he inquired, trying to keep her attention to the conversation at hand. Severus was all-too-aware of the need to distract oneself from unpleasant dealings, but it would be better for her to formulate something... Or else his witch would likely spend her evening at the pub worrying about not having a plan.

" You did. God, this is embarrassing, " she sighed as both of his eyebrows rose. " Not you, specifically, but you-your-case, really. I'd seen how wrong everything was going... and then... your case came up. The prosecutors were so focused on trying to take away your voice, your right to speak for yourself, that they didn't even realise that the Ministry was being rebuilt around their corrupt little lives. Kingsley was quietly cleaning house, Arthur was pointing out who'd been on our side and who'd been trying to keep their head down to help their family and who'd been enjoying it all too much, and Harry was using every bit of clout he had to get everyone to 'stand up and do the right thing'."

Brown eyes sparkled. " All I did was research, making sure that every detail would stand up in front of the Wizengamot. But McGonagall was a force to be reckoned with. You should have seen her, striding into every office of every official, brandishing your title as Headmaster as if it was the Sword of Gryffindor. She put the full force of the school behind getting people to listen. Everyone took offense that the prosecutors were taking the stance that just because you were not present meant that they could run rough-shod over your rights. Over the rights of everyone you helped, had fought for. They all believed in you, after Harry..."

Her shoulder dropped in a half-hearted shrug and she toyed with his shirt once more. Severus listened, his mind racing. He hadn't known of this, hadn't cared to know. Hell, he didn't think he'd done anything of note with the crumpled pardon he'd gotten from Harry. For all he knew, it was in the spare room. No wonder Minerva had prodded and harangued him until he acquiesced to attend the Christmas parties. Damn - he'd have to thank the meddlesome old biddy somehow. Or not. The shock of any such gesture on his part was sure to give her a heart attack.

Fingers nudged buttons from their holes, and he looked up at her, wondering what his expression was. He knew that he was so much more...open, these days. Having to communicate non-verbally had been slowly breaking down his tendency to keep his face impassive, and smile lines had quietly joined the grooves from his customary scowl. And this... he was unsure what was showing in his eyes as Hermione tilted her head, curls spilling over her shoulder.

" I can't believe no one told you all this, " she huffed, kissing his cheek. " McGonagall was going on about how she'd make sure you were properly appreciative of her efforts. She seemed genuinely distressed to have 'misjudged you', even though that was your goal. Actually, several of the teachers did. And the students. Everyone suddenly learned to think, " Hermione told him frankly. " I told them after Dumbledore's funeral that 'evil' was too strong a word. It just took Harry bloody Potter to get people to listen. Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling."

She gave him a sheepish grin, smoothing open his shirt down to his waistline and edging up the undershirt. " I suppose people needed a figure head, a reason to do the right thing. Harry had only taken people so far, giving them hope and whatnot. But what instigated actual change was you. That change is why I went into the Ministry. I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to make a difference."

Severus hissed as her cold little fingers brushed over a raised scar on his stomach, and Hermione kissed him briefly. " But things have clearly started to go back to how they were. I suppose my time making a difference through legislature is done, and I'll just need to find another way to contribute. So now what, " she mused idly. " I haven't the foggiest."

Her lips curved into an impish smile. " Well... alright, so I know what I would like to do at this precise moment, but not past right now. I think that, for once, I can worry about the future after my birthday."

Can you? he asked, arching a brow.

" I can, " Hermione replied, kissing the tip of his nose. Severus scowled. " For example, I could get you to tell me what my present is. You do realise that this will be the first birthday I'll have a real present from you? "

I was supposed to provide a present? he asked, watching her face fall. Just as quickly she frowned, then smacked him in the stomach.

" Git! Don't tease me." He smirked at her and she smiled back. " Fine. Keep your secrets."

Please tell me you're not going to be this childish every year.

" And if I am? "

Then I shall endeavor to forget the date of your birth.

" You wouldn't dare, " she warned him, brandishing her wand before setting it aside.

Wouldn't I? Feeling rather wicked, Severus smirked at her. Perhaps he could deter her from this line of questioning...

" No, " she murmured, pushing his hands down and leaning forward into him. For balance, he stretched his legs across to the coffee table, crossing them at the ankles. " Because you love me, and you will always make sure I have a pressie." She kissed him soundly. " And you are more than welcome to pester me about your presents when it's your birthday."

Lips curving into a smile he returned her kisses as his hands slid to her hips. Hermione dipped her head lower and he tilted his head back further, strands of black falling over the back of the couch even as she surrounded the two of them in a cloud of frizzy curls. Her tongue teased his lips and he let her get her way, parting them willingly. A happy sigh escaped as she delved deeper into his mouth, likely tasting his tea and the slight tartness of the lemon-iced biscuits he'd indulged in.

" It's my birthday tomorrow, " she whispered against his mouth, his hands stroking her arse. " And do you know what I want tonight? " Severus shook his head, despite knowing full well what darkened her eyes and parted her lips so invitingly.

" You, " she breathed and kissed him again. Silly witch, he thought, you always have me. " So you'd better make this worthwhile, Severus. We'll need time to shower and dress before we're due at the pub..."

Taking her challenge for what it was worth he cupped her face and kissed her hungrily. What had driven her to be so amorous in the afternoon was beyond his ken, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Clearly, she needed this, needed him, to drive away her underlying worries and fears. And why should he care if his sexy, brilliant witch desired him with such intensity that she'd barely managed to keep her hands to herself throughout their conversation? He nibbled her lower lip, suckling it until she opened her mouth so he could dart his tongue inside. The way she wriggled on his lap stirred his passion further, and his hands slid to cup her arse.

Indeed, Hermione's hands were undoing his belt – the slither of leather through the loops along with the faint jingle of the buckle making him throb with anticipation, then the tugging as she released each button of wool trousers. His cock escaped the confines of both his pants and trousers, jutting through the fly, pale blue-veined flesh against black wool.

" Upstairs or couch? " Hermione asked, pulling away to look down into his face. Her lips were somewhat puffy and her eyes sparkled with kindled lust. Yes, five days was definitely too long between bouts of love-making for the energetic witch.

Severus gave her a wry grin and moved his hands from her rather delectable bum to reply. And here I thought it was your birthday and I was following your orders...

" Are you? That'd be an interesting change." Hermione kissed him again and stood up awkwardly, nearly bumping into the coffee table. " I prefer the bed, though...more room."

She had the audacity to wink at him before pulling him to his feet and nearly dragging him up the narrow squeaking stairs, impatient with him holding his trousers up so as not to trip. Severus smiled faintly, glad that their private life had been unchanged by the continual prying from the press, even if it had affected her work life. Hermione had made an effort not to kiss or speak suggestively to him while they were in public, while he in turn offered her his arm or would keep a hand on the small of her back, or, on the rare occasion, would hold her hand. It was just enough intimacy to make the both of them comfortable (and the right amount of aloofness drive the reporters mad). At home, however... she was prone to using almost every opportunity to touch him, kiss him, or even simply curl up next to him on the sofa. Not that he minded – he was nearly as starved for her attentions but tired of the scrutiny, the leers, the questions. He wanted to go on as he had been with his flirtatious, loving witch who allowed him to be reticent and valued it when he left his level of comfort behind in the heat of the moment, like kissing her desperately in the alley by a bookshop.

This, however, was more than her usual desire. In her eyes he recognised the need to feel loved, to lose herself in something, to be swept away. And while it was perhaps not the healthiest way for Hermione to deal with the sudden upheaval of her life, he would gladly grant her what piece of mind he could.

At the top of the stairs Hermione turned, grinning at him. " I feel so deliciously naughty, " she confided. " Sex in the daytime..."

Severus smirked at her in agreement as she tugged him into the bedroom. Hermione shooed Nothing off the foot of the bed, brushing the smear of orange fur off as well, Vanishing it before it could hit the floor. She tugged on his trousers demandingly. " Off."

As you wish, he signed. Tilting his head, he flicked a wrist at the door and it slammed shut, granting them privacy from any marauding felines. They had hours until they needed to be present at the pub; more than enough time for him to chase away her anxieties and fears. The only thing she would need to remember was his name, of that he would make certain.

" No, no, no! " Hermione was attempting to wriggle of his embrace, her hair frizzed with dried sweat. The nakedness of her bum against his cock did not go unnoticed even in his own somnolent state. Annoyed at being awoken so rudely, Severus held her more firmly and nuzzled his nose in her curls. She smelled divine, and he yawned, limbs heavy with lassitude.

" Severus! Damn it..." She squirmed, pushing on his arms with a growl. " For fuck's sake, Severus, we've got to be there in a half hour! "

Hermione pushed his arms off of her enough to free herself, falling to the floor with half the bed-clothes and a muffled thump. Severus frowned. Damn; the party. He certainly hadn't meant to sleep, but then again, he had been rather...thorough, and they'd been quite exhausted. He sighed, watching her scramble to her feet and dig through her undergarments drawer, lace and cotton being tossed onto the bed. Grabbing her clip, Hermione threw herself across the bed to kiss him briefly as he sat up before bouncing back off towards the shower with one last longing look at him.

Disgruntled, Severus stretched his shoulders in an attempt to wake, what remained on the bed of their pale blue sheets catching on his narrow hips and pooling at his waist. Sod the party, he thought uncharitably. His stomach ached from the exertions of earlier, and he was certain that by the end of the night his back would also be making its grievances known.

But it was Hermione's birthday.

Her shriek as the cold water spurted out of the shower made his lips curve into a small smirk and he set about collecting his clothing from earlier, casting charms to freshen the fabric and remove the wrinkles caused by their rather consuming and extended bout of lovemaking. He had well and truly banished her worries, he thought smugly as he wound his belt back through his pants. He'd just finished scrounging up a clean pair of pants when Hermione padded wetly into the room with the shower still running and wrapped in a towel with her hair clipped awkwardly atop her head to keep it dry.

" Your turn, " she ordered breathlessly, already rubbing her dripping form vigorously. Severus trailed a hand down her arm, watching the way her flesh pebbled under his touch before catching her hand and bringing it briefly to his mouth of a kiss.

Pleased with the way she stared at him, lips parted and eyes wondering he left her standing there and hurried through his own bathing. He, at least, did not have to worry about the application of Drying Charms to his hair. It would dry on its own soon enough. He did wonder why she didn't use one on her body, but then, Hermione was more used to doing things the Muggle way. He'd embraced magic quite early on when he'd discovered the downside of living in the underground portions of Hogwarts.

Quickly buttoning his shirt and waistcoat, he gave his reflection a long-suffering look and tilted his head, listening. Hermione was still in their bedroom; he flicked his wand at the mirrored cabinet, revealing a little storage space that his mother had used for hiding things she ought not to have been taking but that he had repurposed yesterday. The little velvet box opened without a sound and he smiled at himself in the mirror.

Hermione had finished dressing, tights under the peach-colored dress she favored with perfectly sensible heels, in the process of shoving half of her wild hair back and wrestling it into little clips to keep it out of her face. The gold chain was cool in his hand and he rather worried that his palm was sweating.

Nothing to fear, he told himself firmly. It is only a necklace. Merlin's scraggly toenails! If he couldn't even bestow a necklace upon her, how the hell would he manage to propose marriage? Still, Hermione's eyes met his in the mirror and she smiled warmly. Beautiful.

He didn't remember walking the final strides across the room, nor did he realise he'd gone ahead and draped the necklace around her neck until he was fumbling with the catch. Damn it! He'd planned a little speech, something entirely overdone... Ah, well. Hermione's expression said it all, the way she gently caressed the little pink diamond pendant, her lips parted in wonder.

" It's beautiful... Severus, you didn't have to do anything like this for me, " she protested weakly, turning in his arms once he'd secured the chain and fluffed her hair back over it.

I wanted to, he told her, uncomfortable. This had gone more poorly than he had meant. He ducked his head to kiss her briefly, glancing pointedly at the little star-shaped clock from her father on her desk. Come, you don't want to be late for your own party.

Hermione kissed him again, beaming, before clattering downstairs and choosing a jacket at random for herself as he donned his usual choice. Together, they locked the door and headed out across the park to their chosen Apparition spot.

Severus leaned over the breakfast table, depositing the freshly-poured cup of tea in front of Hermione, who mumbled her thanks and nearly nodded off again. Rolling his eyes, he merely returned to his paper, knowing his witch would be slow to truly wake despite her request that he get her out of bed at an early hour.

To his mind, it was a waste of a perfectly good excuse of having a lie-in. What were birthdays for, if you could not take a few hours to yourself? He doubted any students had noticed that each January the ninth the morning classes would be canceled (yet assigned copious amounts of homework) purely so that their professor could attain some much-needed privacy and rest.

Still, she had been rather insistent that they rise early before spending the day with her parents and sat across him now, jam smeared on the cuff of her ratty blue robe and one furry slipper in danger of falling off her foot entirely. Unconcerned, he turned the page of the Prophet, scanning the articles. Not a word about Hermione's unceremonious leaving of her job yesterday, which pleased him. Either Kingsley had finally done something right in regards to the situation or he was withholding the news in hopes that Hermione would change her mind.

He snorted softly – doubtful, on that last count. The witch was stubborn as they came.

Nothing padded into the kitchen, collar jingling. Hermione yawned widely, turning to blearily locate the source of the noise before tossing the little monster a morsel of bacon. Severus snapped the paper down with a mock scowl to get her attention.

Ah, I knew it was you! He signed teasingly. No wonder the beast keeps begging for scraps.

Hermione laughed softly and reached for the tea. " You feed him, too."

Severus gave her an air of exaggerated annoyance. I would do no such thing to encourage his atrocious behavior.

" Liar."

Nothing meowed in agreement, coming back to wind around his ankles. Severus raised a brow at the little traitor, who feigned starvation and managed to look as pitiful as possible. Hermione dropped another piece of bacon and he glowered at her before folding the paper up and tossing it aside.

Eat, he told her. We are expected at your parents' and you indicated a desire to spend time with only myself this morning first.

" I know, I know..." She poked at her toast before taking a bite, licking jam unceremoniously off her robe as she did so. " Don't look like I'm dragging you to the gallows – Mum and Dad aren't going to take us anywhere horrible, I'm sure."

Severus took another sip of tea rather than reply. He treasured this – these quiet moments with her in the morning while she woke slowly and became human. He knew that in the past she'd sit in her room until awake before stumbling into the kitchen of wherever she was staying...but hegot to watch her wake up. He watched Hermione's face as it was in repose, he saw the intelligence glimmer to life as her brain woke.

Merlin help him, he even liked watching her eat or cup her mug of tea in her hands for warmth and comfort.

He hissed through his teeth as Nothing scaled his pajama-clad legs, a claw finding a bony knee before the cat hauled himself up and curled there, purring. Hermione smiled as Severus guiltily dropped a hand to stroke the warm orange and black fur of their half-kneazle. Nothing butted against his hand, nose cold.

They sat in companionable quiet as she finished her breakfast and Nothing's weight seemed to increase to keep him firmly in place. Hermione laughed quietly, pouring herself a second cup of tea. " He's good at that, isn't he? "

Severus wasn't sure to which of them she was speaking, and instead chose to raise both hands to speak to her. Would you prefer your gift before or after you dress?

She frowned, touching the pendant at her neck. " You already gave me a present."

There is another, he replied simply. He fought to keep his face impassive; inside, he was regretting the gift of candles, not wanting to know what she would smell. At the same time, he wished to delight her with his skills and give her something unique to her.

" Well, you wouldn't ask if you didn't want to give it to me now, " she reasoned. " So, whenever you'd like, love."

His nostrils flared as he inhaled, ice forming in his stomach even as he removed the Disillusion from the brown paper-wrapped and lumpy package in front of him and pushed it across the table to her. It took conscious effort to keep himself from glowering at her while trying to remember to breathe. What if... Firmly, he banished the thought. Curiosity lighting her eyes, Hermione picked up her gift and untied the string he'd not knotted this time and slowly she peeled back the paper.

Merlin help him, if she didn't open the bloody thing he was going to murder her for taking so damn long.

" Candles! " she exclaimed happily. He could feel the moment his spell preventing the scent from escaping dissipated. Hermione paused, inhaling with a confused expression. "...Amortentia candles? "

Clever witch, he thought, inclining his head with as much dignity as a man dressed in pajamas and a robe with a cat on his lap could manage.

Hermione closed her eyes, a smile playing upon her lips. " I forgot you could use Amortentia in candles. I'm surprised more people don't sell them – or you could, you're more than skilled enough." Tell me what you smell, damn it! Still, he waited impatiently, tension gathering. " I supposed you want me to tell you what I smell."

Yes. Severus bared his teeth at her impudence in teasing him.

" A little new parchment like my first books from Diagon Alley, with a faint hint of freshly mown grass from Dad's lawn, " she told him frankly. " Same as always. There's a touch of mint and smoke from a pinewood fire mixed with cloves, and potion herbs and spellfire all under the scent of roses."

He was staring at her, transfixed by the love in her gaze.

" Pink ones, to be exact." Hermione rose, holding her candles to herself as she bent to kiss his cheek. " There's no need to worry - I love you, too, Severus. That's not going to change. I'll go get dressed so we can go. Come up when you're able to pry Nothing off."

She was humming off-key as she moved up the creaky old steps and he exhaled in relief. He'd take a moment and then follow.

Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Summary:

New beginnings and a Merry Christmas Eve.

Notes:

Many thanks to mikimoto for taking a look at this chapter and catching some of my errors!

Chapter Text

Chapter 36

Hermione was sitting curled up on the sofa humming tunelessly along to whatever song was on the wireless as he hung his cloak upon its usual peg. Her toes, polished a deep burgundy, were tapping on the throw pillow as she leafed through several parchments, toying with the pendant dangling from her slender neck. Severus scowled and plucked her feet up and dropped them onto the rug gently.

" The polish is dry, " she grinned. " Promise." He didn't deign to respond to that, knowing it would prove futile. Instead, he gestured at the parchment, curious. " From Kingsley. He's less than pleased over how things happened in my department and doesn't want it to happen in the future. He wants to put together a committee to scrutinize departments, much like Muggles have Human Resources, and is asking if I'd be willing to head it."

Impressed, he motioned for her to elaborate. Are you going to take Kingsley up on his offer?

Hermione tilted her head, considering. " I'm thinking about it, to be honest. I know the laws and the workplace and the people. It would be a good idea. On the other hand... I have no desire to work for the Ministry." Her mouth hardened. " And I couldn't fairly scrutinize my old department, either."

Understandable, he told her. Although I am in agreement that such a position is sorely needed. Perhaps you should start your own consultant business and hire those you could train and trust.

She smiled at him, her mind clearly racing with possibilities. Already he could see the whirlwind of parchment and planners that would become her desk. " That would be perfect! You're brilliant! "

Severus scoffed. While I admit to possessing a higher level of intelligence than most of the cretins you come into contact with, I should not accept your accolades for merely expounding upon Kingsley's suggestion. It is something to which you would be well suited, Hermione.

" I'll consider it, then." She lifted her feet again, attempting to curl them under his leg for warmth, her toes wriggling in such a way that his lips twitched. Damn it... He snatched her toes and held them on his lap where they could not continue their quest, wrapping his fingers around them to warm them for several moments before bringing something up with her that he'd seen this morning.

Speaking of the Ministry, he signed: Hermione looked at him under her lashes. I gave this morning's Prophet to Nothing to shred, but not before I noticed an article on a certain courtroom fiasco. She had the grace to blush, her lips twitching.

" Something interesting happen? "

Indeed. It seems that several members of your former department had an issue with their voices becoming exceedingly high-pitched with every attempt to skirt the truth or lie outright. I believe that the water carafe shattered at one point. Skeeter was fascinated.

" Was she now? " Hermione tugged on an errant curl. " I'm sure there'll be an investigation. After all, it must be such an embarrassment, especially for so many to be affected and with such an important case."

He snorted. As if you would get caught.

She grinned, smugly unrepentant. " You're right; I wouldn't."

Severus tipped his head back, smirking. Clever, vindictive witch. Was it any wonder they got along so well?

" I think I want to do it, " Hermione announced suddenly at dinner. Severus glanced up inquiringly from his meal. " The human-resources thing, I mean."

Ah, that. Only a week to consider the possibilities, he was surprised.

" I don't want to work for the Ministry, " she said frankly, pushing the spinach about her plate. " They obviously can't be trusted. Your idea is much better, and I'd be available to more of the Wizarding world. I would be perfect for the role. The idea might even catch on! "

You would have your own empire, he told her, suppressing a smile. Hermione Granger, the new Dark Lady of human resources. All would answer to you on the subject of proper workplace etiquette or face your wrath.

Hermione laughed. It still warmed him that he had the power to make her do so, and it likely always would. Merlin help him, he was a besotted sod.

" But I think I would like to do it. It's just..." She hesitated, chewing thoughtfully. " I've looked at some of the costs for starting up a business – licenses and office space and all – and it would take most of my savings. Are you still alright with covering household bills while I do this? "

Severus scoffed. Of course I can, don't be daft. If I minded or was incapable of meeting the requirements of our household, Hermione, I would not have offered in the first place.

Hermione bounced happily, drawing Severus's attention to her breasts. Nothing attempted a leap onto the table, only to be shoved off by Hermione, who slipped him a piece of chicken. " Yes, it's a good thing to want to celebrate, but you can't just pop up here! Not even Crooks did that."

Exasperated, she shook her head. " He'll learn. He's still just a kitten."

Yes, soon he'll develop language skills and overthrow the household, he snarked. He's a bloody kitten from Hell. Ah, damn, that reminded him. Speaking of Hell, Cissy has invited us to brunch next weekend, if you are amenable. Draco will be in attendance.

" I can be cordial if he can, " Hermione said sweetly. Her tone carried just a hint of a threat and he remembered her penchant for physical violence.

If he cannot be cordial, he shall answer to me, Severus replied tersely, his brows drawn into a fierce scowl. Cissy says that Astoria has been a good influence on him. If she is mistaken, then godson or not, Draco will be learning a lesson from me.

" Oh, Professor Snape, how kind." Hermione batted her eyelashes at him, winking as he choked on the bite of chicken.

Behave, he chided after wiping his mouth on his napkin.

" And if I don't? " The smirk she gave him made his cheeks warm and his cock stir. Damn the minx! His gaze turned knowing, and his nostrils flared.

Perhaps I shall show you later. Hermione shivered at his retort, her eyes going dark. It was a heady thing, and suddenly he was very much looking forward to tonight.

Severus awoke with a start - he knew how he wanted to propose. He lay still for a long moment, recapturing the idea that had come to him as Hermione breathed quietly next to him. She was warm in the bed beside him, her curls plastered to her back. The idea was...monumental. It would be a rather interesting magical breakthrough...if he could manage it.

Cautiously, he slid out from under the blankets, her hand falling limply to the mattress. He froze, trying not to shiver in the air of the room. November in Northern England wasn't kind to those forced to sleep nude by amorous lovers. Thankfully, she didn't wake and he Summoned his robe, belting it as he crept down the stairs.

Nothing meowed as he passed the living room and Severus jerked his head towards the kitchen. The little beast jumped down and followed him, bell jingling: the last thing he needed was for the cat to wake Hermione, so he may as well invite the bloody thing to tag along where he could keep an eye on him.

The basement floor was cold under his feet and Severus hissed in displeasure as he hurried to his computer, eager to perch on his stool with his feet up off the concrete. First things first – lay out the initial plan, then begin compiling the research. Muggle science would likely need to be utilised as well as magic. Nothing jumped onto his lap, purring amicably, and Severus stroked his ears absently as the system booted. jumped

I must be mad, he thought wildly. This cannot be an easy undertaking, especially not in secret, and not with so little time to work. Idly, he wondered if he could convince George to give him time off, and simply remain at the lab for a week or two without telling Hermione what he was up to. ...I shall need to make an inquiry. Merlin knew he was prone to working five days a week every week without time off.

He flicked his hand, casting a Silencing Charm at the door and ceiling so that she wouldn't hear him typing and got to work, barely registering the pierce of Nothing's claws when the cat clambered up to his shoulder to watch. The words flowed from his mind to his fingertips without any clear process, just a jumble. He could always sort it later; until then, this would have to suffice. He just needed the ideas out, and he needed them someplace that she would be unlikely to stumble across them.

Unlikely at it was that anyone would be seeing his notes, Severus still used the shorthand used by most Potioneers when he got to ingredients and compounds he may find useful. He typed feverishly, heedless of spelling errors, as he had no wish to still be at this when she awoke. Nothing dug further into his shoulder and he winced, shrugging to adjust the half-kneazle's balance.

I may need to research distillation, he mused, dismayed at the work ahead of him. If he could not complete such a task, it would not truly matter...but he longed to do it, now that the idea had come to him. It would be perfection if executed properly.

Frowning, he read over his notes. He'd have to owl Minerva, ask to borrow the Pensieve. He'd have to make a trip to Flourish and Blott's. He'd likely need to pester Filius and Aurora as well. Well, he could ask Cissy instead of Aurora – too much bad blood, and Cissy had always been a dab hand at Arithmancy. For Merlin's sake, she regularly wrote the Prophet's Weekly Puzzle under a nom de plume for amusement.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sparing a glance at the small clock on the screen. Damn. How had he wasted two hours down here? No wonder his leg was beginning to cramp from his awkward position. Saving the document in two locations out of paranoia more than anything else, Severus rubbed his eyes wearily as the computer shut down. He was too old for late-night inspiration. He'd probably barely drag his arse out of bed on time in the morning, and would to drink as much tea as possible just to function.

Plucking the cat from his shoulder, he stroked the orange-and-black fur for a bit, waiting for his leg to wake up. Nothing purred under the attention. Mangy beast, he thought, but not unkindly. Severus flexed his knee experimentally – no pain, no numbness – and carried the cat upstairs after dispelling the Silencing charm.

Stepping carefully over that damned creaky step, he made his way back to their room. Hermione was still asleep but had kicked off the covers and was shivering, gooseflesh pebbling her fair skin. Despite his exhaustion, he smiled and deposited Nothing on the foot of the bed before hanging up his robe. The half-kneazle padded up the bed to curl on Hermione's pillow, yellow eyes daring Severus to remove him with the insolence that only cats are capable of.

" Shh, " Severus told the little cretin and slowly worked his way into the bed, careful not to jostle his witch. Still, she slept on, even as he covered them both with the blankets before gathering her cool body close to the warmth of his and slipping into slumber once more.

Hermione turned another page in her book on human resource, her other hand toying idly with the pendant she wore, nearly marking herself with the Muggle highlighter she held. Severus felt inordinately proud of himself in his choice of jewelry, for she had only taken it off to shower since he'd given it to her. For a woman who didn't wear much jewelry, it gave him a thrill to see his offering so cherished.

For so many years he'd been quietly envious of the way Lucius had frequently bestowed trinkets upon Narcissa, or gifts upon Draco. That he himself had not only the monetary means to purchase items for someone, but had someone to make such purchases for? It was...stimulating, and he turned back to his research, written carefully in shorthand to keep it from Hermione's keen eyes.

A tapping at the window alerted the two of them – and Nothing, who promptly leapt from the side table just as Severus flicked his wand to allow the owl entry. " Damn it, Nothing, no! "

Vaulting off the couch, Hermione intercepted the cat just as the owl swooped to dodge. Nothing yowled, upset at having been stopped, and Severus shook his head in annoyance, reaching for the owl. Curious, he unfolded the parchment, scanned it briefly, then traded Hermione for the cat.

Severus glared at the little miscreant, then settled him into the crook of his elbow, stroking his fur. The bloody cat had better get over his penchant for owl-attacking quickly, or Severus would be most displeased. Granted, he liked his familiar, despite the way the little beast had attached itself to him rather than the other way around, but that particular habit was irritating.

Nothing began purring, and Hermione frowned at the parchment. " Should we go? " He shrugged. " It's probably a false alarm; Gin's not even due until mid-December."

Privately he agreed, watching her chew on her lip in indecision. Nothing weighted himself in Severus's arms, purring louder. Hermione glanced at the two of them and giggled. " Well, if Crooks taught me anything, it's that half-kneazles are clever. We stay home."

The damn cat looked rather smug, and Hermione scribbled a quick note on the parchment with a quill from the side table, highlighter jammed into her bun and leaving little yellow marks on her neck. She handed the letter back to the owl and moved to the window. " I told Harry to let me know by Patronus if the baby comes, " she told him. Severus nodded. " There's no sense in panicking and rushing off to St. Mungo's for nothing, after all."

She closed the window and settled onto the sofa and Accio'd her book, flipping to find her place with a faint frown. He watched her a moment longer, her expressive face changing as she read, occasionally marking another line before chewing on the end of her marker. Nothing allowed himself to be shifted to his lap, and Severus inhaled deeply, pleased at the relaxed environment of their cozy sitting room, and Levitated a stout branch into the fire before picking up his own book once more.

Scowling, Severus handed his equations to Narcissa, who lifted a perfectly-shaped brow at him. " Really, Severus? These are child's play." He gestured for her to turn it over, and the other brow rose as well. " Oh, my. Well, it certainly will be a challenge. You really are an ambitious man, aren't you? "

He shrugged uncomfortably, scratching notes with his left hand, pen held awkwardly and his writing more cramped than usual. It was odd, seeing Cissy in her perfect clothing in the research lab at WWW's, sitting carefully on one of his stained and scuffed work stools.

Thanks to George realising that they needed a team to brew known shop items, rather than relying solely on himself and Severus, the room was decidedly less cramped than usual, giving the two of them plenty of work space. A Pensieve, borrowed from Minerva, sat by his elbow, casting pale silver light from its glimmering surface.

Absently, Cissy tapped her lacquered nail against her quill, and the muscle under his eye jumped. He should have have charmed a privacy screen or something. How the bloody hell was he supposed to think with that annoying sound? She tapped again and he tried to tune it out with a snarl.

In an effort to center himself, he set down his pen and touched his wand to his temple, concentrating until several strands clung to the tip. He'd chosen the strongest memories he could; pulling purely the emotional threads was going to be the difficult part. Distilling the resonance would be a relatively simple process once he had the emotions.

Flicking his wand at the chalkboard, it wrote: Are you trying to drive me mad with that incessant tapping?

" Hmm? " She glanced up from scratching her calculations down between taps and he clenched his jaw at her overly-sweet smile. " Severus, this workshop is enough to cause insanity. Anything I could do would merely be redundant. Do pay attention to your own part of your project."

This is why I never work with anyone, the chalk scrawled out. He was grateful that chalk couldn't convey the proper amount of irritation as she gave him the guileless face that had allowed her to lie to the Dark Lord unhindered. Severus huffed, and Cissy turned back to the arithmancy he asked her to do for him. For Hermione.

Barely restraining from throttling his so-called 'friend', he scowled and flicked his wand once more to erase the board. Enough is enough. Determined to make his own headway, he plunged his face into the Pensieve.

Severus was in the basement, fiddling with the Muggle perfume atomizer he'd purchased online for testing when combined with the liquid extraction spell he'd need when Hermione let out a screech from the sitting room. He leapt up, banging his knees on his desk so hard his eyes watered before charging up the stairs.

His concern was clearly wasted; the witch in question was entirely unharmed and in fact jumping about like a deranged rabbit. " Severus! Harry just sent his Patronus – Ginny's in labor! For real this time! "

Expression flat, he exhaled heavily from his nose. Oh, for fuck's sake. All that noise for such an occurrence? She hadn't been nearly so on-edge for Weasley's son... On the other hand, Hermione was closer to Harry than she was to her one-time-beau. " Are you ready? We should go now, " she urged, running to the hall closet to pull her pea coat from its peg. " Everyone is probably already at St. Mungo's! "

One moment, Severus signed. He may as well acquiesce and accompany her to the hospital. Besides, he did need to test the liquid extraction spell on an unwitting person, and who better than Potter? I shall finish and be right up.

" Alright! " Hermione shoved her feet into boots and made shooing motions at him. " Hurry! "

Grumbling mentally, he stomped into the basement, Accio'd a Calming Draught, and began casting the necessary Charms at it. In theory the spell worked, but how much of it could be attributed to a placebo effect? Far better to use Harry once more as a test subject.

Compressing the extracted Draught to the atomizer took a bit of fumbling, but the test spray (aimed well away from himself) seemed to work just fine. He smirked. Excellent. A harmless Calming Draught, and likely to be needed, any way. After all, when Narcissa had been in labor with Draco, Lucius had required six Calming Draughts along with half of particularly old bottle brandy.

At least he'd kept his boots on this evening, knowing how cold the basement was in December, and he Summoned his cloak the moment he hit the kitchen, wrapping it around his shoulders with a flourish.

" Impressive, " Hermione said, knit hat pulled securely over her curls. She was smiling, and he refrained from scowling at her enthusiasm.

They crunched across the snow, breath steaming in the air. Across the empty park, away from Spinner's End, they could see the faint glimmer of Christmas lights through the trees. Hermione's hand was tucked securely in his, and his cloak swept behind them, erasing their footprints.

It was a peaceful night, Severus thought as they neared the Apparition point they used. Stepping into the copse of evergreens, he closed his eyes as Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist for Apparition. A mere two weeks until Christmas. With luck, he would finish his plan in time.

Hermione kissed his chest through his jumper. " Ready."

He spun them both, landing in the waiting room of St. Mungo's with a sharp crack. Four red heads, and one black mid-pace, turned to greet them.

" 'Mione! " Severus clamped down on his jealousy as Harry pulled her into a hug. " You made it! And Severus! Gin's in labor, they kicked me out of the delivery room for being underfoot for now. Well, not so much the Healers as Ginny herself. I didn't know she could scream so loudly. So much worse than those Braxton Hicks she had last month. And last week."

Then you've been having sex wrong, Severus thought blandly, lounging against the wall by Molly and Arthur. Hermione extracted herself from Harry carefully, laughing.

" Congratulations, Harry! Will they let you back in when she's closer? "

" Dunno." He shrugged, and Ron mirrored him apologetically.

" She was pretty mad. Martha didn't kick me." Ronald grinned at George, who snickered.

" That's because you weren't as wound up as boy-savior here." Severus snorted in agreement. Hermione plopped in the stiff wooden chair next to him, stuffing her hat into a pocket, followed by her gloves.

" Be nice, " she admonished. Molly's knitting needles clacked, and Arthur took another sip of coffee, interminably calm. Then again, Severus reasoned, the man had been through the process eight times if you counted grandchildren. George looked down at the small game he was holding, offering the other side board to Ronald. " Hey, Ron. Where's Martha? "

" At home with 'Bert. I said it'd be fine for her to come, that everyone would be glad to see her, but I think she's a bit tuckered out and glad for a night in. 'Bert's finally sleeping through the night and we figured it might take a while, so she opted to stay in and sleep."

Molly nodded understandingly. " Let me know if you need me to take him for a night, Ronnie."

" Thanks, Mum."

Just then a Healer opened the door, and Harry nearly leapt across the room. " How is she? "

" Oh, Mr. Potter! " The young girl blushed. " I...I can check! I'm not part of the maternity team, so I don't know..."

" Yeah, please." Harry smiled at the flustered Healer, who disappeared back through the door. They all watched the nervous young man bounce on the balls of his feet until she reappeared.

" Still in labor, Mr. Potter. They said she's dilated pretty far, so it's only a matter of time."

" Thanks."

Severus relaxed slowly as the assembled group settled in for the wait (aside from the father-to-be, who paced the length of the room restlessly), chatting quietly amongst themselves or, in Hermione's case, reading. He watched her covertly from behind the curtain of his hair. Even in the sickly yellow lights of the waiting room, she was beautiful. She held the paperback in one hand, her other elbow perched on her knee to prop her chin up on her fist, curls spilling down her back and over her shoulders.

What would it be like, he wondered, to be here waiting for their child to be born? His stomach clenched and he stared resolutely ahead. Idle daydreams! Before children, he needed to get the bloody stones to ask her to wed him.

Harry passed him again, and Severus sighed. That was starting to get on his nerves. He actually made it several minutes more before he gestured to Harry and painstakingly slowly he spelled out: Do you have to pace like that?

Green eyes stared at him, and Harry frowned, tense and every limb nearly vibrating. " I'm sorry, Severus. Is there a way you'd prefer me to pace? Perhaps I should pirouette at the turn? "

" Harry, calm down, " Ronald interjected. " Sit down, for Merlin's sake. You're making all of us dizzy, Snape's just the one with the balls to say so."

" Language, " Molly chided. " Harry, dear, really, it will be fine. Healer Brannaugh knows exactly what she's doing. Brought all of ours into this world without nary a problem."

" But -"

Oh, for fuck's sake. Exasperated, Severus stepped forward, using his cloak to block his actions from the rest of the room, and spritzed Harry in the face. The other man blinked as he inhaled sharply out of reflex.

" Mister Potter? " Another Healer poked his head out of the doors. " Your wife says you can, and I quote, 'get your damn arse back in here, you sodding git, you did this to me, you bloody well better be holding my hand until I break it'." The man looked rather apologetic. " Pardon the language, sir. She threatened to hex me if I didn't repeat it verbatim."

Harry laughed, calm. " That's Gin. She's wicked with a hex."

Hermione laughed softly as her friend walked dreamily through the door. " Poor Harry."

They sat quietly from then on, impatiently waiting. Even Severus finally gave in and sat next to Hermione, stretching out his long legs and crossing them at the ankles with a wince. Bloody chairs are damned uncomfortable. Ah well, at least the test was successful.

He must have dozed off, for it was light outside when the doors burst loudly open. Severus jerked his head from Hermione's shoulder. " It's a boy! "

Everyone surrounded the newest Potter with exclamations of felicitations, cooing over the blue-wrapped bundle with the squashed red face. " Oh, he's so sweet! " Hermione cried. " What name did you decide on? "

Harry beamed, pride etched on his face and Lily's eyes wet with tears. " James Sirius."

That poor, poor child, Severus thought.

It was finished. Severus stared at the little velvet box on his desk. He'd picked it up from Cissy two nights ago, and had finished assembling it all together. Everything worked, each component had passed every test. It was as perfect as he could make it.

He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't propose. What if she said no?

Coward, he told himself bitterly, stroking one finger along the box's softness. Fear of her rejection colored his thoughts and he reached for Occlumency to calm himself. Slowly, his expression smoothed itself out. No. Hermione loved him. She had firmly entrenched herself with him, had begun looking for office space and had already begun interviewing applicants.

She'd welcomed him into her heart and her life without reservation. She showed no sign of leaving; in fact, she spoke of everything in terms of them or theirs. 'Us'. 'Our'. He loved the way those words tasted in his mind, the way her lips shaped them.

Coward. He touched the box again, his chest tight. He was supposed to owl Cissy tomorrow with Hermione's reply. And when the hell had he ever not followed through with a plan? Never, he thought savagely.

Inscribing the runes in the air with his wand, he cast an illusion upon the box, changing it to look like one of the plain ones from Hermione's favoured trinket shoppe. Innocent and ready to surprise her.

A proposal on Christmas Eve. Trite, perhaps, but he could do this.

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, was noisier than normal, the kitchen overloaded with the fragrance of Molly's cooking. The wail of a baby came from the sitting room and Severus hung his cloak on a peg, next to Hermione's.

She looked stunning, he thought. She'd chosen a flared chocolate-brown dress edged in rhinestones under her soft-looking cream cardigan tonight, her pendant resting on her decolletage. Even her sensible shoes looked twice as lovely as they had any right to be.

Severus headed for his library refuge as Hermione flitted off to greet the others, his palms sweating. His chest hurt, his breathing quick and shallow. He could do this. He could do this.

He paced a while in front of the fire, uncaring that his scarf – his beloved gift from Hermione, worn and loved – had been tossed carelessly onto a chair to protect it from his need to claw it from his neck in order to breathe. Was he sweating? He felt like he was sweating. Must be the fire.

By time Hermione made her appearance in the library, burdened with her usual tea tray and a large parcel floating behind her, he was seated in the armchair. " Thought you'd be in here as usual. Everyone says hello, and Professor McGonagall thanks you for the sachet."

He heard the question in her voice – after all, he'd never given Minerva anything. Not that he was about to explain himself, that he needed to thank the witch somehow for her interference on his behalf.

Of course, he thought to himself smugly, it's not without a certain addition. Catnip wasn't particularly odorous to the human nose, and he quite enjoyed the thought of Minerva-as-a-cat pawing frantically through drawers to find the pungent herb.

Hermione set down the tea tray and handed him the large parcel. " Since we've always done Christmas here, " she said, blushing, " I thought I'd give this to you tonight. Happy Christmas, Severus."

Curious, he pulled at the bow. The bow and paper melted away, leaving him holding a cage. Inside the cage was an owl very much like the ones George had purchased for the shop. " It can read, " Hermione offered softly. " I thought you might like to send mail from home, rather than work."

Without his permission, his lips curved. So thoughtful. He looked up to her. Thank you, Hermione.

" You're welcome." She kissed his forehead, and he grasped her wrist before she could sit. The owl hooted as he awkwardly set the cage on the floor and rose to his feet.

His heart hammered so painfully in his chest he thought he may well perish before he could pull the box from his pocket. Somehow, he managed it. Severus handed her the box the way he knew it should open. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Hermione tilted her head and licked her lips as she grasped the box's lid and lifted it. The pressure he'd put on the atomizer released, spraying the carefully-distilled emotional resonance he'd prepared. Hours of painstakingly selected memories and feelings hit her with the same intensity that he himself felt.

He'd poured everything into this moment. Every ounce of love. The desire to spend his life with her. The need to make her happy. Each treasured moment. The consideration of a child rushing up to greet her.

It was the same as being naked for him and he stood stock-still for several heartbeats and watched as her mind took it all in. Slowly, Hermione looked straight into his eyes, her own suspiciously wet. His heart leapt into his throat as her lips parted.

" Oh, Severus." Her gaze darted down into the box, which was back to black velvet, staring at the gold ring, the pink flanked by white diamonds. " Oh, Severus! "

He felt heat suffusing his cheeks, mentally begging her to answer his unspoken question. Like hell I'm getting down on one knee.

" Severus..." Hermione stepped closer, trembling. " Yes, yes, yes! " Somehow the ring was on her finger and he was kissing her between her exclamations and tears, the box forgotten on the floor by the owl's cage. The metal was cool against his face as she punctuated her acceptance with further kisses.

My witch, he thought wildly, his heart fluttering within the confines of his ribs, nearly giddy with euphoria. My wife-to-be!

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Summary:

Time to share the news with the Grangers, and then a small taste of New Year's.: )

Chapter Text

Chapter 37

Snow was piled high on the Grangers' tooth-shaped mailbox as they walked down the shoveled sidewalk from the point they'd used for Apparition. Same as it had been what seemed another lifetime ago, the close row of houses were warmly lit. Lights sparkled under the snow and buried in fake evergreen wreaths, nearly invisible with the afternoon sunshine.

Had it really been a mere year since he'd walked this path in the dark, shoulders hunched and filled with trepidation, unsure of his welcome with her parents? Had taken the step to learn sign language? And now he made the same walk, Hermione's hand in the crook of his elbow. Severus fancied he could feel the engagement ring he'd chosen pressing into his side through gloves and layers of clothing.

Glancing down briefly to reassure himself that she was still there, he straightened his spine, wondering if tonight would fare better than last night's fiasco. He'd made the mistake of allowing Hermione to veritably drag him to the dining room. It had taken a scant handful of moments for someone – he forgot who – to notice the ring... and all hell had broken loose.

Before he'd gotten his wand out of his sleeve (for which he blamed Hermione's grip on his arm), he'd been assaulted by joyful well-wishers. Thankfully, Hermione's closeness had prevented anyone from actually hugging him outright, though Harry, George, and Ronald had managed a strange one-armed version. Well, a hasty repelling charm had resolved that particular problem, but had not stopped the verbal onslaught.

Severus scowled, recalling the comments on his chosen ring – oh, they were innocuous enough, but surely the gushing from the women in the room wasn't as sincere as they sounded – and, of course, the threats. Thinly-veiled, of course, in regards to 'treating Hermione right'. It worried him, and he breathed heavily through his nose to quell his rising gorge at the recollection. Insecurity settled across his shoulders, a familiar weight that he had long-known how to bear. Had Harry told them about what he'd seen, witnessed, in his illicit Pensieve prying? Did they truly think that he would turn into a monster? That he was capable to hurting Hermione? After all, they hadn't threatened her. Only him.

After all, he'd reflected bitterly, he was never the one hurt, right? No one ever toyed with his affections or turned their back on him or used him or... Stop that, he admonished himself. They were Hermione's friends, really. Not his. And he didn't think it was done intentionally to worry him – Merlin knew he'd overheard enough Hufflepuffs threatening students dating someone in their house enough times.

Still, it stung that he was inconsequential in all eyes but hers.

They mounted the front stoop, and Hermione turned her head up to him. The look on her face soothed his worries: joy was etched on her familiar features. Happiness bloody well radiated from her still. They'd gone to bed with soft kisses and gentle touches, and this morning had been steeped in similar idyll. Hermione would care for his heart the way he would for hers.

“Shall I ring, or shall you? ” Hermione asked brightly, her hand tightening just enough to belie her nerves. Grimacing, Severus knocked.

May as well get it over with, he thought unhappily. He longed for the moment that everyone acclimated to the news of their engagement so that he no longer had to deal with the congratulations (and threats). One evening and already he dreaded each argument as he heard footsteps approaching the door. Hermione tugged off her gloves, a tremor in her hand as she fidgeting with her scarf.

She was his student.

He's so old.

He's ugly.

He was a Death Eater.

He was a spy.

He's cruel.

Nasty.

Bitter.

...Broken.

The door opened, and Anthony stood there. “Ah, there you are! Happy Christmas! You know, you could just pop up in the living room. Perfectly alright with us, your mother only dropped a teacup the once and you fixed it, no harm done.” He stepped back, allowing for the two of them to enter, and finally his eyes caught up to his brain to his mouth. “Is that -”

Anthony hugged Hermione fiercely, kissing the top of her head. “My girl! Wait til your mother finds out, I haven't breathed a word to her since he asked my permission, go show her, here, Severus, come inside...” Hermione laughed breathlessly and unbuttoned her coat hurriedly as she pushed past her father and out of the hallway, calling Christmas greetings as she went.

Smiling, Anthony did the unthinkable and pulled Severus into an abrupt embrace. “My boy... welcome to the family.”

Thank you, he wanted to say, but couldn't. Instead, he settled for returning the embrace willingly. A shriek of joy came from further on in the house, and Severus closed his eyes briefly. Family – I'm part of a family.

“So, ” Jean said, putting her fork down between bites. “Any plans for the wedding yet? ”

Hermione's own fork clattered to the table, and Severus flinched. Damn, he'd forgotten about the need for wedding plans and worse, the need of others to constantly ask after them. “Mum, we got engaged last night.”

“Oh, please, ” Anthony scoffed, dishing himself another serving of potatoes. “As if at least one of you two hasn't been at least mentally planning your nuptials for months.”

Severus smirked and Hermione had the grace to blush. “Mum, ” she tried again, albeit weakly. “Really. It's only been a day. We haven't discussed any details yet.”

“Well, think on it. There's a great deal of planning to go into a wedding. Or you could elope.” Severus choked mid-sip of water. Bloody hell - “Don't glower, Severus, it's only a suggestion, and Anthony wouldn't stand for it.”

“Indeed not.” He felt his cheeks heat at the man's knowing look. “I'm going to walk her down an aisle, or whatever you choose, and I'm going to dance with my daughter to music and fairy lights. And help myself to an open bar so I can tell all the embarrassing childhood stories as loudly as possible.”

“Dad! ” Mortified, Hermione reached across and thwacked her father on the arm.

“Oh, Scotty, you know I'm joking.” Anthony winked at Severus and muttered “sort of” under his breath. Scowling, Severus cut into his turkey rather viciously.

Bloody wedding plans. Bloody wedding. Why in Merlin's name did I propose? I should have run off with her when I had the chance. Skip all of this frippery.

They were still talking – Anthony was rattling on about grandchildren, which was turning Hermione a furious shade of pink as she avoided catching his eye. Having had enough, Severus tuned him out and was promptly lost in his thoughts.

Perhaps he could convince her to have a quick wedding – invite merely the necessary number of people to a small chapel somewhere. Surely Molly – and lightning was sure to split the roof over his head to strike him at any moment for the mere thought – would not object to planning a small party. The thought made him wince as his mind ran off in a fanciful direction as he recalled the monstrous dress robes she'd tried to foist off on her daughter's wedding. What horrors would the woman try to afflict on Hermione's?

And worse, he hadn't even thought about who he would ask to stand up for him. Had he still been alive, he would have asked Lucius. Draco was the next obvious choice, but the boy had barely restrained himself from outright insulting Hermione the last time Cissy had invited them both to lunch, and Severus had no desire to resort to hexing him for inappropriate behavior on what was supposed to be a happy day for Hermione. And wasn't the one to stand up with him supposed to favour the union? Clearly no one favoured their bloody union if they'd all been posturing at him all damn evening long...

“Severus? ” Anthony's hand on his arm startled him – he'd been so lost in thought that he had his wand out and nearly pointed at the man before Severus realised it. With a sigh, Severus dropped back into his seat, laying his wand on the table.

I apologise. I was lost in thought, he signed, Jean translating quickly. Hermione let the shield she'd cast over her father dissipate.

“Severus? ” Her large brown eyes searched his anxiously, and he shoved his thoughts aside. “Pardon us, Mum, Dad. I'm going to talk to him in the other room for a few. Come on, love.”

Stiffly, he rose from his seat, sharply inclining his head to his future parents-in-law before following her. He watched her cast swift privacy charms over the doorway before she turned to him in a flurry of curls, her hands on her hips. “Well? What's wrong? ”

Severus remained silent and looked away from her. How could he explain his actions towards her father? His brooding thoughts?

“Severus, what's wrong? You haven't been this jumpy for months, and you've been lost in thought since you proposed. Is there anything I can do? ” She paused. “You... you're not having second thoughts, are you? ”

His head snapped back to look at her and he shook his head vehemently, lank hair falling into his face and he pushed it back impatiently. No!

“Then what is it? ”

I was lost in thought, he replied.

“There's more to it than that. I know you, Severus.”

She did, didn't she? I find myself wondering if perhaps we should have kept the news quiet. There has been more...of a reaction than I expected there to be.

“An adverse reaction? ” Hermione looked worried, nibbling on her lip.

Not as such, no.

“Don't make me drag it out of you.” She huffed and dropped onto the sofa next to him. “Dad's not going to be upset that you pulled your wand. Mum's going to understand, too. If you think I haven't done the same to either of them in the past when startled, you're wrong.”

He didn't answer. What the devil was he supposed to say? 'Sorry, Hermione. I was sulking like a child'?

“Severus...” Her hand was warm as she wrapped her fingers around his. “Is it something I've done or said? ”

With a snort, he shook his head.

“Oh, good. I don't want anyone jumping down my throat.” Hermione laughed lightly. “I got so many whispered 'don't you dare hurt him' and 'treat him right or else' comments last night by people hugging me I was getting a bit paranoid. And getting an owl this morning while you were in the shower from Mrs. Malfoy didn't help, either! ”

Startled, he stared at her. She'd been threatened as well to ensure his happiness? The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and Hermione gave him a mock frown.

“Don't you smirk at me – no one thought they'd survive being overheard threatening me, you know.” Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek gently and squeezed his hand tighter before releasing it. “So let's not have people follow through on their threats so soon – what's bothering you? Did you want to discuss some wedding plans right now so that we have answers, or should I tell Mum and Dad to stuff it? ”

Now would be preferable. It is obvious that your parents want some concrete decisions.

She nodded, and he watched her eyes grow distant for a moment, a look he knew well as Hermione creating a mental checklist. “Alright.” She smiled at him. “General picture, then. Muggle or magical ceremony? ”

Your preference?

“Muggle, ” Hermione confessed. “I'd never seen a magical one until Bill and Fleur's, so I'm afraid that I've grown up with very Muggle-based dreams. I do like some of the magical bindings, but we can do those before, after, or in private when we're supposed to be signing the certificate.”

Severus nodded. Done. We shall have a Muggle ceremony.

“Alright – when would you like to get married? ”

He gave her a dry look. I don't give a niffler's arse. I'd Apparate the four of us to Gretna Green if I thought your father would allow me to live for taking away his chance to play Father of the Bride.

Hermione hesitated. “Are you adverse to summer? ”

His brow rose. This summer?

“Well, yes.” Her cheeks tinged a most beguiling shade of pink. “I mean... There's not going to be many people. And even though we're choosing a Muggle venue and ceremony, we don't really have many non-magical people to invite, do we? ”

Severus shook his head, wondering what was making her avert her gaze from his.

“Right. So, why not sooner? ”

He caught her chin and looked at her searchingly before dropping his hands to reply. There is something you are not telling me. The blush grew darker, and he was more than intrigued. Are you going to tell me, or am I going to need to look for myself?

“No, ” she squeaked. Hermione fidgeted before blurting, “IwanttohavekidseveryoneelseishavingthemandIwantourkidstogotoHogwartswhenthey'llhavefriendstheyknowsotheywon'tbealone.”

Stunned, Severus blinked. His chest felt tight – children? So soon? Still... the mental image of Hermione, rounded with his offspring, danced in his head.

“Don't look like a deer in the headlights, ” Hermione pleaded. “It wouldn't be right away, but the same general age group... when I think how going to school with a friend or family would have made such a difference to me, I can't help but think it would be a good idea. And after playing with Teddy and 'Bert and James, I just...”

You want children sooner, rather than later.

She nodded. “I know we can't really discuss this now when Mum's peeping around the doorframe every few minutes since I know she wants to finish Christmas Dinner and is probably making Dad wait to eat for us, but will you consider it? ”

Hermione...If it is something you desire and you are certain of it, you know I will do what I can to make it happen. If you believe yourself capable of putting together a wedding in such a short time, by all means, do so. Particulars can be discussed when we have time alone.

Beaming, Hermione kissed him soundly. “Does that help alleviate some of the trouble? ”

Inclining his head, he rose and held a hand out to her. She took it with a quirk of her lips, the fairy lights in tree reflecting off her curls as he pulled her to her feet. Gently, Severus cupped her face. Her eyes fluttered shut and he kissed her firmly, gratefully, wanting to communicate his relief and love to her with nothing more than his lips.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Hermione flicked her wand to drop the wards she'd erected, and they headed back into the dining room. Sure enough, Jean was sending Anthony a warning look as he tried to pull apart a roll to nibble on. “Sorry, we're back now. Is everything still warm, or should I charm it? ”

“Charm it! ” Anthony said with a grin. “Or better yet, let Scotty here do it.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Severus plucked his wand from the table and did the honors. Steam rose once more from their Christmas dinner.

“Much better, ” Anthony relished, serving himself some of the wild rice Hermione favored. “Magic is so much better than a microwave.”

And just like that, he was forgiven his transgression, and no one said a word about weddings.

“What do you think about a New Year's Party here? ” Hermione asked suddenly, and he nearly spat his tea over the figures from the brewers George had hired. There'd been a slight discrepancy and he'd been trying to find it all morning.

I beg your pardon? he asked, dropping the paper as if it had burned him. Have you taken leave of your senses?

“Not really.” Hermione closed her own how-to-build-your-business book after marking her spot. “I've been thinking about it, and I know it's short notice, but I couldn't think of a good way to ask. I know you're not keen on company.”

Indeed I am not, he replied with a snort. Is there perhaps a pub willing to rent a room for a party? Or a hotel of sorts nearby? He did not want people traipsing in and out of their home if he could avoid it. It would draw too much attention, and the house was rather small. He'd yet to broach the subject of moving to Hermione.

She seemed to brighten at his willingness to compromise. The things he did for love... “I can check into a hotel, I think a private room or a suite would be easier to manage hiding magic with than a pub.”

I agree. Try for a suite, that's an excellent idea. I'm certain someone would be willing to provide food and drink for monetary recompense.

“I'll go check the internet for addresses and reviews.” Hermione Summoned her mobile and descended the stairs, accompanied by Nothing, his collar jingling.

With a snort, Severus shook his head. He could survive a New Year's party... and while he preferred his home remaining private, he would be amenable to hosting such a thing once a year. He turned back to his reading, checking the purchases and orders against the missing ingredients. Were the imbeciles George had contracted screwing up the brews and simply afraid to say so, or was someone being dishonest? It was more likely the former: after all, a contract with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes wasn't one to sneeze at. The stores were quite popular, and the short lifetime of the prank items along with the sheer diversity meant that there was a constant need for replenishment.

Merlin knew Severus was glad to be firmly in research now, rather than trying to brew it all without killing himself. Could he handle more cauldrons than most? Of course. Still, it had been bordering on his own limitations to keep up with the sheer demand for product. A-ha! I've got you now... Canary Creams. Damn. Someone was more likely to be pilfering those, they were popular.

His quill quickly scratched out a note to George and he carried it to the living room where his new owl waited. He hadn't named the bloody bird yet. It was a girl, that much he'd figured out. He just hadn't named it yet. Oh, some had occurred to him, but most seemed trite or pretentious. It wasn't like he was really able to call it by name.

I should just let Hermione name her, he thought with a disgruntled air. The owl took the note from his hand and Severus opened the window long enough for the bird to depart. And another thing to do – charm the ruddy window for her to get in and out without pecking and pestering.

Severus could hear Hermione's voice faintly from the basement as he reentered the kitchen. Likely a hotel. He paused briefly, considering his options, before giving into the urge to go and play with his computer. Perhaps he could use Google – daft name for a website – to find a name for his owl.

The hotel was decent, he decided as he handed the concierge his credit card. The man dared to raise incredulous eyebrows at the name, and Severus glowered at him until Hermione took over the transaction with a grin.

“Very good, Mister and Missus Snape, ” the man said, gingerly handing the card back to Severus, followed by the room keys. “As requested, the buffet dishes and drinks will be brought up to your suite at eleven this evening. Check out will need to be completed by noon tomorrow. Happy New Year.”

Hermione blushed deeply at being called Mrs, and Severus forced himself not to twitch his lips into a proprietary smirk. It sounded good, to his mind. “Happy New Year, ” she managed to reply, plucking the keys from Severus's grip. “Come on, Mister Snape.”

Now it was his turn to fight color in his cheeks as she pulled on his elbow, leading them towards the lift with soft laughter. He jabbed a finger at the button, and as soon as the lift closed, he glared down at her. “Oh, don't even. You were laughing at me, I don't mind having a bit of a laugh at your expense.”

Impudent witch, he told her bluntly.

Kissing his cheek, she grinned. “And you wouldn't have me any other way.”

With a snort, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. The slight day's stubble on his chin caught on her hair. There was no sense in denying it – he wouldn't have her any way but the way she was. Even if, thanks to her, he was...not so much softer, he supposed. Never softer. He could still send people scurrying in fear, after all. He could lambaste them into outright sobs with a few well-placed words. No, he wasn't soft. He was loved. Loved.

The word still tasted funny in his mind, and he wondered about it even as the lift chimed and they exited, checking the signs for the proper room number. The door clicked open after an inordinate amount of time fiddling with the bloody card – why a simple key wasn't good enough was beyond his ken – and Hermione breathed an appreciative sigh.

“It's beautiful! Just like on the site! ” She let out a happy laugh, the kind she'd given him the night he'd proposed, and tossed her small handbag on the small kitchenette table before disappearing through a doorway. Severus had to admit he was...impressed with the amenities. The suite was more like a small flat than what he'd expect from a hotel room. A kitchenette, a dining area, and a bathroom were visible from his vantage point alone. “Oh my, ” Hermione said breathlessly. “Severus, come see this! ”

Warily, he locked the suite door behind him and followed her voice. Entering the next room, his eyes widened. Hermione was perched on the edge of a bed that could only be described as 'massive'. She giggled, then sank backwards. “Look! It's so soft, I can barely get up! ”

Shaking his head, he watched her struggle to sit up. “Wait til you see the bathtub, Severus. Turn around.”

Good lord. It was certainly the nicest tub he'd seen outside of Hogwarts – it was large enough to fit at least four people. “It has jets! ” Hermione exclaimed, finally bouncing off the bed and grasping his hand delightedly. She looked at him under her lashes. “What time is it? ”

He fished his pocket watch out, showing her that it was merely a quarter past seven in the evening. “Wanna give it a try? ”

I beg your pardon? He looked at her sharply, only to find her lips curving impishly. Oh, what the hell, he thought, and shrugged out of his coat. Hermione laughed and began shedding clothing, too. Naked, she padded over to the tub and began turning on the taps.

“Bubbles? ”

Giving her a long-suffering look, he folded his trousers meticulously and bent to free his ankles from his pants, letting her do as she wished. The scent of vanilla suffused the air and he inhaled deeply despite himself. In truth, he was a bit nervous about this – he'd never bathed with someone (the curtain in the Slytherin showers sufficed for privacy, it wasn't as if the boys roamed about starkers), let alone swam with someone. Was there etiquette he needed to be aware of? Snorting derisively at his own thoughts, he set both socks on the bed with the rest of his clothes, straightening his spine self-consciously.

Daft – bathing etiquette! Hermione pinned her hair up with a large clip and offered her hand to him. “Want help stepping in? It's probably a bit slippery.”

With a scoff, he stepped into the tub without her assistance, the water coming to the tops of his thighs – Merlin's nads, it was hot! And yet... Gingerly, Severus acclimated himself, sitting on one of the sections clearly designed to cradle a bather's buttocks with far too much familiarity. Hermione pushed a button and he fought to retain his seat as the water began to churn, something at his back with a forceful movement that felt...

Oh. Well, that felt rather nice... Actually, better than nice.

Hermione sank into the tub across from him with a smug little smile, the curls that were escaping her clip quickly frizzing in the heat. “Oh, lovely, ” she sighed, stretching her legs out to prop her feet up on his knees. “This is marvelous.”

Inclined to agree, he lifted his hands to wrap them around her feet – she jerked out of reflex, but upon realising he wasn't going to tickle her, she subsided. Severus relaxed, pleased with her obvious enjoyment. If he ever got around to broaching the subject of house-hunting with her, he would quite like one of these, if only to provide her with such a method of relaxation.

They sat in companionable quiet, heads lolling in the steam as all the stress and tension left them. No worries over wedding plans or business-starting or even thinking about potentially branching out the Weasley product line to include something for bathing and relaxing. Well, perhaps a bit of that last.)

Absently, he began to rub her feet as the jets subsided and the water calmed. He could feel the pads of his fingers slowly wrinkling but couldn't be arsed to care, not when she let out a soft little moan of contentment, sinking deeper into the water.

“Don't stop, ” she murmured in the same low voice she used when his hands were massaging other body parts, and his cock twitched as an idea formed. “Severus, what – no! ”

She shrieked and he ignored her protests, dragging her from her perch to his lap with sure hands, careful not to dunk her. Laughing, Hermione carefully straddled his legs. “What are you up to, you wicked man? ”

Cupping the back of her neck with one hand, he leaned forward to kiss her. Hermione responded enthusiastically, water splashing as she tried to throw her arms around him with a laugh. He kissed her ear, her neck: the water droplets clinging to her skin tickled his nose with each inhale so he chose to use his tongue instead, tracing tendons and veins and the slope of her collarbones. She clung to him, her nails leaving small impressions in his skin in an effort not to slip off into the tub.

“Sorry, ” she mumbled as he hissed in pain, adjusting herself to push his hair back and attack his neck with fervent kisses. “You started it, ” she continued as he gasped in pleasure, his cock nudging against her. Water sloshed over the side. “Oops.”

With a growl, he slid his hands to her breasts. He knew exactly what his witch liked – how to lift them and swipe his thumb over her nipples – but found it difficult to grasp her, slick as she was with water. Cursing mentally, Severus wrapped his arms firmly around her and rose. Hermione wisely didn't renew her caresses until he'd set her on the edge of the tub and stood between her legs.

“Better, ” she told him, grinning cheekily.

It was better – no longer forced to stop her from sliding into the water, he could more easily worship the tender underside of her breasts. Hermione's fingers caressed his hair as he lowered his mouth to her nipples. He loved to feel them go from soft and nearly flat to hard and pointed under his touch, loved the way she moaned and shifted her hips cautiously. Water lapped against his thighs; he exhaled over her flesh, watching it pebble as warm breath and cool air and met damp skin.

“It's okay, ” Hermione urged him unnecessarily, shifting and almost slipping off the edge of the tub. Severus rolled his eyes and knelt awkwardly, reaching around to grab her hips to avoid any injury. “Don't tease, please, Severus... Our friends won't be here for hours, and I want to spend as much time with you like this as possible...”

Our friends. His heart warmed at the reminder of the changes she'd brought into his life, and he suckled her breast into his mouth, pulling firmly and determined to pleasure her until she screamed his name out into the room. He wanted to end this year by worshiping her, showing her precisely how much he loved her and the life they were building together.

Hermione sighed happily, winding her fingers into his hair and holding him to her breasts. “Feels good, love, ” she murmured, shifting again and he switched breasts and re-secured his hold on her. Severus inhaled the lovely fresh scent of her skin, her nipple tightening under his tongue. He flicked her, suckled her, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. When she was gasping and her pretty buds were swollen in his mouth he released her, steadying her on the edge of the tub.

Lips swollen, he kissed her leisurely and she kissed him back, trying to push him lower. “Please, ” she panted between kisses, but he didn't relent, choosing instead to dart his tongue into her mouth. He did feather his thumbs over her hips, giving up his hold on one to caress her stomach and thighs with his thin, calloused fingers. “Tease, ” Hermione accused him. “Severus, please...”

I'll please you, he thought, nipping her neck and marking her. Never fear, love. The whimper she loosed as he stroked her short curls inflamed him, his erection twitching in the cool air. She was so wet – damp from the water, he wondered, or from desire? He pulled away from her, ignoring her protest.

Do not move, he told her, kneeling before her. The water was warm around his cock and his eyes fluttered closed appreciatively. Hermione kept her hands on his head even as he bade her to splay her thighs more widely before grabbing her hips again.

She smelled divine, the faint trace of musk underlying her arousal, and he placed kisses on the curve of her soft belly, her abdomen, trailing to the curls over her sex. Inhaling slowly, he used his nose to part her, rubbing against her clit as he sought her with his tongue. He felt himself throb and he pushed the feeling to the back of his mind.

Her belly jumped each time his nose rubbed against her clit so he did it again, uncaring how odd it was as long as it gave her pleasure. Indeed, Hermione encouraged him, spreading her lovely legs as far as she could to give him more access. The grip on his hair tightened as he lapped at her – oh yes, definitely aroused! She was delicious, the taste of her on his tongue. He panted shallowly and began to lick her in earnest with broad strokes of his tongue at first, darting his tongue into her passage to gather a stronger taste before he decided he'd teased her enough.

Each whimper was music to him as he laved at her clit, her fingers tightening on his hair to the point of exquisite pain. Severus loved the way she keened, and he slid one hand up her warm back as she bowed. He loved the sound of his name on her lips – sweeter than any candy – when she cried out. Hermione trembled, gasping, and he redoubled his efforts. Around his face her thighs quivered and he suckled her lovely clit. It was hard against his tongue, thrumming with her quickened pulse. She was making the most incredible noises, surging against his mouth as much as his firm grip would allow.

“Severus, ” Hermione's cry pierced the air as she came. Her nails dug into his scalp and he fought to hold her steady. “Oh, god, oh yes – Severus! ”

He held her until they'd both recovered their breath, and Hermione slid back into the water. She kissed him, uncaring that his face was covered in her own liquids. The knowledge was heady and he lost himself to her kisses. Pulse pounding, he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the softness of her breasts pressed against the rasp of his chest hair. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist, nearly weightless in the tub, his cock nudging against her in eagerness.

“In the bath or out? ” She asked, pulling away to look at him with glazed eyes. It took him a moment to register the question. Breathing heavily, he lifted his hands from her damp skin.

I do not care, he told her. Her lips quirked into a smile, and she pushed him deeper into the water.

“Okay.” Hermione smirked at him, her lips dark from their kisses, and incanted a charm he was quite familiar with.

Merlin! Was his last coherent thought as Hermione slid down his body and into the water, Bubblehead Charm firmly in place, and took his cock in her mouth. His mind dissolved into warmth and need, everything in him focused on the curls floating free from her clip. Her mouth was hot around him, the suction marvelous. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and his hips jerked helplessly. He wanted more, needed more, and she was obliging as his fingers threaded through her hair and guided her to the rhythm he needed.

Close – he was so close when Hermione pulled away, breaking out of the water and her charm with a gasp. “Bed, ” she told him breathlessly. “Bed now.”

They struggled out of the tub and yanked down the duvet before falling to the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs. He kissed her with all of the passion in him, cupping her breasts to thumb her nipples before sliding his hands down to her cunt.

Wet. So wet-! Severus groaned, finding his path and pushed into her. Hermione moaned, and he discovered just how slick and tight she was around him. She was hot and perfect, and as he began to move, her nails dug into his back. Yes, this – his hips shifted down a little, striking up into her, making her cry out.

Blood rushed through his ears as they moved together, the sharpness of his hipbones crashing into her soft thighs. She clenched around him and his mouth fell slack. Hermione's eyes screwed shut as she chanted, coming closer and closer. He watched her come, sweat dripping from the hook of his nose to her forehead, and redoubled his efforts, seeking his own pleasure. In the end it was the grip of her, her sweetness, and the way she looked up at him with sated eyes full of love, that sent him into climax.

The music was a bit loud for him, but the food Hermione had ordered tasted as delicious as it smelled, and most of the friends had already arrived. People stood or sat chatting throughout the suite, and he was pleased to find that not only was he welcome, but that Jean had been perfectly happy to practice being a translator, allowing him to converse more freely with others.

The door was knocked on again, and Severus pulled it open with his free hand, simultaneously trying to pass the plate of hor d'oeurves to Cissy and Astoria. The Potters burst in, looking rather harried.

“Oh, good, ” said Ginevra. “Harry, put his stuff over there by McGonagall, would you? Severus, take James, I have to use the loo. Be right back! ”

Astoria snatched the plate from his hand just as a small squirming child was shoved into his arms. Severus held the boy awkwardly – on all previous visits with the new family, Hermione had been the one to hold him. Harry gave him an apologetic look, burdened with a large bag and some sort of array of metal rods as Ginny disappeared into the visible bathroom.

“Sorry, Severus – let me get his crib set up, and I'll take him from you.” Harry sighed, kicking the door closed behind him. “He's usually pretty good about falling asleep, but not tonight and we'll have to feed him in an hour any way...Oh, hey, Ron! ”

And like that, he was trapped holding James Sirius Potter. He scowled down at the scrunch-faced babe. Someone take him from me...

Cissy laughed softly. “Here, Severus – no, you're not handing him to me. This dress is silk. Just... put one hand here: good. Support his head, and you can bend your arm a bit now... Better. Astoria, did you meet Neville Longbottom while you were at school? He'll be made Deputy Headmaster next year: Draco approved his appointment...”

She abandoned him! Damn it, Narcissa, this isn't why we extended an invitation to you! He was proud of Draco, who was making passable smalltalk with Percy Weasley and his date, for taking Lucius's old spot on the board of governors. Longbottom would be an excellent Deputy now that Filius was taking on less responsibility in his old age. James squirmed and Severus looked down at him helplessly. What the devil am I supposed to do with you?

Martha passed him, her own son in Molly's arms, chatting. George tossed some of the shrimp dumplings at Angelina, and Harry was talking with Ron as he assembled the crib. People were milling about, chatting, but Severus seemed to have become invisible. (In terms of Molly that was probably wise, as if the woman had seen him she likely would begin knitting for him and Hermione to procreate.) Even Anthony had his back to him, explaining something to Arthur.

A small hand touched his arm, and he turned to see Hermione smiling up at him, her eyes bright. “Severus... you look adorable with a child in your arms.”

His mouth dried. I beg your pardon?

Hermione stroked her finger down James' cheek fondly, and the babe yawned. Severus suddenly realised that the babe had downy black hair on his head. Maybe our child will have my hair. The thought took him by surprise, and it was fortunate that Hermione deftly took James from him. “You'll be a wonderful father, ” she told him, cradling the boy close to her chest. “When it's our turn.”

Yes, he told her. When it's our turn.

Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Summary:

Time flies when you're making plans.

Notes:

Author's Note: Sorry for the late update. I've been working on various projects, or trying to. Really, I suppose that I've just been feeling really unmotivated lately when it comes to writing. I just hate everything I do. It's a feeling that will pass, but it in the interim it means I'm slow! I have the last chapters plotted out now, you know. I actually have written the final chapter, chapter forty, before I got to this one. Oops.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 38

His arm was asleep, but beginning to hurt – oddly, it was the sleeping limb that woke him. He should have been greeted by a mass of curls, but they and the witch they were generally attached to, plus or minus a few stray hairs, were missing. Still groggy from sleep, Severus felt her side of the bed with his hand: still cold. Well, that was unusual. Usually, he woke first, affording him moments of pleasant lassitude, his hard cock pressed against Hermione's sleeping warmth until he could drag himself from his bed.

He never had been a morning person despite his tendency to wake early.

All the same, he was disgruntled to find her side of the bed empty, leaving him starkers and alone on his birthday morning. True, they'd begun 'celebrating' the night prior and he was certain his hair was more than disheveled. But he thought he'd tired her out and had been looking forward to waking as he'd fallen asleep, with Hermione in his arms and his body wrapped around hers. Severus rolled onto his back and blinked lazily up at the ceiling, feeling his features pinch into a familiar scowl.

It was several minutes before he managed to rise from the bed, locate his undergarments and robe, and stumble blearily down the stairs. A glance in the hall mirror made him frown and attempt to smooth his greasy hair flat, and he self-consciously tugged the neck of his robe higher to mask the pale pink love bites on the white scarring there.

“Severus! You're awake! ” Hermione's wand whipped through the air, casting the quickest Notice Me Not he'd seen in a long while. She grinned at his raised brow, climbing to her feet. He'd gladly Avada anyone who knew it, but he thought her adorable in his stolen Star Trek shirt (and she was more than welcome to the atrocious thing) with her messy curls fluffed out around her head. She kissed him soundly. “I made you breakfast, it's in the kitchen.”

His lips twitched as he suppressed his curiosity – let her keep her secrets. Breakfast? he signed once she had pulled back. And yet the house still stands.

“Git.” Hermione stood on tiptoe to kiss the tip of his nose. “Come on.”

He followed her into the kitchen where two plates shimmered under a stasis charm. Hermione canceled the charm with a sheepish smile. “It's nothing fancy, but I thought that since I was up first for once I'd do something special for you.”

Corners of his eyes crinkling, Severus took his seat and reached for the butter. Alright, so the eggs were a tad runny and the bacon was on the edge of burnt, but it was the first time she'd ever made him breakfast and he gladly scraped his toast with jam as well. Hermione pushed her eggs onto her fork with her toast. “Did you sleep well? ”

Severus inclined his head, waiting until he'd taken a bite and his hands were free to reply. I was, until I woke alone.

“Sorry.” Hermione's face scrunched in apology.

No need to apologise. I was simply not expecting to wake without you. It is not, after all, a common occurrence.

“Still, it is your birthday, and I should have at least left a note.”

He snorted and took another bite of bacon. Actually, he rather liked it crunchy. Don't be daft, witch. At least I didn't come down to discover a bevy of your Gryffindor friends awaiting with bloody party hats and noisemakers.

Distaste must have shown on his face, because Hermione was laughing, hand covering her mouth to avoid revealing partially-masticated eggs. “Merlin forbid! We'd all be standing in the snow before the first syllable passed our lips! ”

Exactly. Surprising him – in the privacy of his home especially – was never a wise idea. Steam spiraled invitingly from his mug, and he took a long sip of tea.

“What would you like to do this morning? ” Hermione asked a while later as they tidied up their breakfast. Severus flicked his wand for the cupboards to open, and Hermione's wand sent the dried dishes flying to their proper places. “We don't have anywhere to be until lunchtime, after all.”

Bathe, he decided. Then perhaps you would be amenable to an excursion to Diagon Alley? In all honesty, I had forgotten that today was my birthday when I made the appointment last week. His lips curved into a slightly as Hermione had the grace to blush charmingly. And I had something I wished to look into as well as discuss with you.

Interest raised her eyebrows, and she pushed heavy hair over her shoulder. “Alright – you bathe, I'll finish up in the living room and head up to get dressed.”

He recognized the signs of his witch suppressing her curiosity and bit back a smirk as he climbed the stairs with a swish of bathrobe, wondering just how long it would take her to burst into questions.

The answer to that came as he was rinsing lather from his hair.

“What did you want to talk to me about? ” Glowering, Severus looked around the shower curtain at the witch perched on the loo. Hermione shrieked and tugged his shirt farther over her legs, cheeks flaming. “Don't look! ”

He shook his head with a snort and ducked back under the water. He could hear her muttering to herself. “It has to be important, since you're being all secretive about it... Or I could be over-thinking it. Nothing, no! That's my sock! Damn it, cat... At least Arch's well behaved compared to you, furball! ”

She huffed, and Severus hurried through his remaining ablutions. As soon as the water squeaked off, she flushed and he allowed her a few moments of privacy to wash her hands and dart out of the room. His towel was cool against his skin and he dried efficiently before wrapping it around his waist.

Hermione was sitting on the bed, nearly vibrating with the pent-up need to know. “That was cruel.”

Call humoring me a birthday gift, he signed with as much dry humor as he could put into it. I've given our goals a great deal of thought, he told her. The appointment I made was with a realtor.

“A realtor, ” Hermione repeated blankly, confusion on her face.

Severus sat on their bed, facing her. You are going into business. I have private research as well as development for work. He took a deep breath. We are...agreed on the matter of children. You also have indicated a desire to begin such an endeavor after the wedding -

“Our wedding, ” Hermione stressed, amused. He inclined his head, knowing his cheeks were heated.

Just so. While I have no inclination to sell this home, it would make a great deal of sense for us to find a new locale in which to settle on a permanent basis.

Frowning, Hermione considered it. “It would be nice to have a proper office, and I know the basement's a bit cramped for both brewing and our computers...”

I had thought perhaps moving closer to your parents may be in order, as Apparition with small children can be difficult and we are a bit far for them to use Muggle means of transportation. His eyes gleamed as he added: With the growth of our collection, a home large enough to accommodate a proper library would be advisable.

“A library? ” Hermione lit up. “And room for children...” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Are you okay with moving? You've lived here your entire life.”

And here I thought you'd be asking me about the children part, he scoffed. Hermione, if I was unsure about us finding a new residence, I bloody well wouldn't suggest it in the first place.

“True. It's just a lot to take in.” She hesitated, then shrugged and reached for her brush. “Looking at properties can't hurt and give us an idea of what we'd like. No need to buy right away, I suppose.” Static crackled as she pulled the brush through her hair. “Although I do wish you'd have talked it over with me before setting up an appointment with a realtor, ” she added softly.

He winced. Ah, yes, well.. perhaps that had been misguided of him. Glowering, he snapped the towel off his waist, gratified when Hermione's gaze was drawn.

“Still...” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, pink spreading across her cheekbones. Severus selected a pair of pants and socks – both black – from his top drawer. “I guess that it was a big decision to make. I'm annoyed, just so you know, but I understand.”

Nodding stiffly, Severus thought for a moment before responding to align his thoughts. There was never any intent to leave you out of any final conclusion, Hermione. It merely occurred to me that the housing situation was not ideal and I took steps to rectify it. In the future, I shall try to bring it to your attention so you may reach the same determination. Is that satisfactory?

Hermione smiled. “Yes, thank you, Severus.” She was quiet for a moment as they both dressed. “And thank you for apologising, I know that's not easy for you.”

Uncomfortable, he shrugged.

“What time is the appointment? ”

Thank Merlin she knows when to change the subject, he thought wryly, turning to reply.

On one hand, it had likely been her way of retribution for calling her childish on her birthday. On the other... It was... beautiful. And stupid, in a way. Hermione had decided to make him enjoy his birthday by giving him the sort of party that she'd grown up having, and he was damned grateful that the Grangers were the only guests on the lists.

The cake was lopsided, he'd been called 'Scotty' twice, and Jean couldn't carry a tune, but he didn't, couldn't care. He'd never had a real family birthday before. The times Anthony had called him 'son' blotted out the name 'Scotty'. Having a mother bring out a layer cake carefully carved into a resemblance of a cauldron drowned out an off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday'.

The worst part was the garish cardboard hat atop his lank hair charmed into staying in place – he loathed ridiculous head gear and the fact that there was a camera present made it all the more wretched. At least battering the gaudy paper-mache ball that Hermione had been filling this morning into regurgitating various sweets he favoured from Honeydukes has been satisfying. No wonder children enjoyed that part.

Pizza had been served, games played with shrieks of laughter and both Jean and Hermione easily translated for him. Either Hermione hadn't noticed or hadn't cared enough to stop him, but he'd happily cheated his way to victory on each game.

No, he was far from being a child, but the atmosphere they'd created was warm and welcoming and even if it was a bit foolish to be surrounded by streamers and have gaily-wrapped gifts thrust upon him, he was more than grateful.

He'd even allowed himself to be pulled into multiple embraces from Anthony and Jean as well as the intimacy of holding Hermione in front of her parents. The ring on her finger sparkled in the light and he reveled in the mark of his claim on her.

Such a difference from his past birthdays, it passed him by in a whirlwind. It was, strangely, enjoyable, even if he felt out of place – a grown man at a child's party.

Hours later, his head still spinning from the frivolity they'd indulged in, they settled in with steaming mugs of tea. The kitchen table was littered with pamphlets and Severus dug his fork into a slice of leftover cake before turning idly the spare chair into a chalkboard with a lazy flick of his hand.

“What kind of house do you want to look at? ” Hermione asked, flipping idly through the catalog of business spaces for rent.

We should separate by area, he said once he'd gotten her attention. We can easily renovate any property we decide upon, but extra land would be useful for a small potions garden and for privacy when we need to Apparate or wish to use brooms.

“We? ”

Myself or visitors, he amended to her amusement.

“But lots of rooms, apparently.”

Witch, have you seen how many books we own? Even if we share an office, it would be unwise to store all of the tomes in there. In the eventuality of children, keeping the dark books in a locked office would be advisable over keeping them in a library.

“Right, ” Hermione muttered, blushing. She Summoned parchment and quill, drawing up a list of wants versus needs. “Definitely lab space.”

They had both agreed on several points, Hermione's point of contention being her insistence on a car with a garage. He'd thought that pointing out that they were magical and could Apparate to the store at any given time was enough of a reason to avoid purchasing an automobile, but she'd reasoned that it would be unfair to expect her parents to drive to them each time and that if Apparition with children was unwise that having an alternative mode of transport was a good idea.

Damn her – In the end, he'd won, though Hermione's capitulation had been that they revisit the idea if the situation demanded it. Severus had no intention of putting himself through driver's education merely for the ease of using one of those cramped contraptions, let alone the annoyance of purchasing one.

The chalkboard filled quickly with a list of properties that met their criteria – he'd finally convinced her that cost was not a concern at the moment, and that they could factor that in once they'd found homes to look at.

Hell, he thought, I could likely purchase the Manor and a villa in Italy and still live several lifetimes. Still, he was pleased to live as frugally as possible. He'd spent far too long with far too little to let it go easily, but nor did he intend to hoard what he had to ridiculous lengths.

“Ugh.” Hermione dropped her head to the table. “I never realised how much work goes into looking for an actual house. Finding a flat wasn't too bad, just working out costs and looking at them to make sure they weren't awful.. This is...daunting.”

Gently, he reached across and stroked his hand down her hair. A smear of frosting on his hand caught his eye and he disentangled the appendage from her curls to lick it off, savoring the sweetness. His eyes opened to see that Hermione had turned her head and was smiling at him.

“You and your sweet tooth.” She sat back up, pushing her hair back from her face with a sigh. “Do you want to go to bed, call it a night? It's not like this has to be done tonight.”

Bed would be acceptable. Severus flicked his wand twice at the table: once to send his cake plate and fork to the counter and the second to tidy the housing parchments. They flew out of the kitchen and into the second-bedroom-slash-office, supposedly to land on Hermione's desk for later perusal. Rising smoothly to his feet, he offered her his hand, eyebrow cocked questioningly.

“God, yes – I'm tired.”

By time Severus had completed his own nighttime ablutions and padded into their bedroom, extinguishing the lights with a mental Nox, Hermione was curled onto her side in the bed. The covers rustled as he slid into bed, cool despite the Warming Charms he had long-layered on the old radiator once winter had settled in, and he curved his body around hers.

Hermione hummed, pressing back against him as he nuzzled her bare shoulder. Severus closed his eyes in the dark of the room – he admitted to being more open to such affectionate behavior at night. The dark provided him with cover, offering him the knowledge that he was unseen and could press his lips along her neck. He could skim his fingers down her arm or cup her soft breast, thumbing her nipple...

So lovely, he thought, still in awe that this witch loved him and chose to share her life and bed with him. He knew her nipples were pink despite the lack of light, could feel the one he toyed with stiffening. He kept his hips from her, yet still his hardening cock escaped the loose confines of his pants to prod her arse.

“Severus? ” Hermione's breathing hitched slightly as his fingers twisted a nipple. “You know, I'm not all that tired...”

With a smirk he turned her in his arms and sought her mouth, her tongue already probing eagerly at his lips. And a very happy birthday to me.

“Severus? ” George poked his head into the lab. Severus glanced up from his cauldron of what would, hopefully, be an extended version of the serum they used for the new Squeaky-Cubes. The trick was concentrating the formula and still being able to use it in making sugar cubes. Too thick and it would tint the cubes blue, making the prank useless. “Got a minute? ”

George took his lack of reply as an invitation. Severus counted the stirs as George waited, then added the last curly peel to the brew, which emitted a pleasant apple smell – that would dissipate as it cooled, Severus knew, and extinguished the flame under the cauldron. Eyebrow cocked in question, he turned and cross his arms over his thin chest, waiting. Well, Weasley?

“Hey. So...” His employer paused, scratching his red hair. Rolling his eyes with a sneer, Severus flicked his wand at the chalkboard.

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