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Hi again. Sexual Themes ahead. 
What do you want them to have?
Boy or girl?
My first book was a boy, the second was also a boy, but the last one I just finished was a girl. I'm not sure which one would be better for them at this point in time. Let me know what your thoughts are on that. 
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It was the start of term again. The first time in over two week that Severus was going to see Hermione. He could hardly stand it. He'd officially not see her until dinner, but perhaps if he were to travel to the train station? No, he was needed here. He couldn't go off and act like a love struck teenager. 
Instead he busied himself with the detentions that the June twins were going to receive once they got back. The day they left, they set off several dungbombs in the courtyards. Severus knew it was them because Nearly Headless Nick had seen them. They didn't even know that Severus knew. It was going to be two weeks of detention. The problem was, what type of detention they'd get. 
Minerva and he had tried lines, chores with Filtch, and even the nasty things they had Weasley, Longbottom and Potter himself over the years. There isn't much they haven't tried. In fact, the weird thing was they seemed to enjoy the nasty punishments. Lines was simply boring to them, and chores were just that, a chore. Nothing seemed to deter them from mayhem. They really were worse than the Weasley twins. 
He decided that he would write their parents and ask them for advice on what to do with their children. The next couple of years their younger brother Bradford would start and then he'd really be in trouble if he was anything like his older sisters. He ran his hands over his face. They were so tiring. 
It was nearly dinnertime when Severus finally finished the letter to the June's parents. He had to stop and restart several times. The wording was never quite right. He even asked Albus for information on how to word the letter. He wasn't much help. 
He wanted to send the letter, but since it was so close to dinnertime, he'd have to wait. He groaned as he stood up, feeling his knees crack loudly. "Oh," he exclaimed, rubbing one of his knees. He quickly sealed the letter in an official Hogwarts seal envelope and addressed it before setting out for the Great Hall. 
Several students were already sitting down, showing off what they got at Christmas. He tried not to search for her as he sat down, but he couldn't help it. She wasn't there yet. He settled down and watched the rest of the students gather at their tables. He stood up and the hall silenced instantly. "Welcome back to the second term. I hope you all had fun during your holiday. Now eat and enjoy," he said. 
The food appeared and the students awed at the sight. It was as great as the end of term feast before the holiday. He piled potatoes and steak onto his plate and reached for the vegetables when he saw her. She was towards the end of the table by Ginny. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red. Instantly he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his knife. It was that Weasley boy. He said something to her. 
He'd kill the boy. Beside him, he could feel Minerva's eyes on him as he stabbed a piece of steak. He might have been imagining it was Weasley. "Severus, calm down," she hissed reproachfully, taking a sip of her goblet. 
She glanced up at the table, locked eyes with him for a second, and buried her head back down at her plate. He needed to find out what happened since the letter. Dinner could not have gone slower. He forced himself to eat. However, every single bite he swallowed settled very heavy on his stomach. He needed to wait for her to get up first. 
He watched her push her food around on her plate, not eating a single bite. She needed it, being pregnant. When she finally got up and left, he hoped she would be heading to his office where she would go to his room. He needed to know what happened tonight. He looked at Minerva for a second, judging whether she would follow him if he got up now. Finally, he told himself, he didn't care.