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.
Standing up, he rushed to his office, his cloak billowing loudly behind him. When he opened the door to his office, he quickly looked around. She wasn't there. He rushed to his room and opened the door, she wasn't there. He kicked the couch in anger and headed back out to the office. He needed to go send the letter.
After sending the letter, he decided to take a walk to Hogsmeade. He needed to keep calm until Hermione came to talk to him. The town was empty at this time of night. There were some yelling from the Three Broomsticks, but that was to be expected after several drinks. He passed the Hogs Head and turned to the alley where the path was to the house. He needed some time alone.
Sending his patronus to Minerva to tell her that he stepped out and she was in charge until he got back, he sighed with relief as he opened the door to the house. He knew he hadn't been there in a few weeks, so Bonks had to have been done with cleaning. Glancing around at the work Bonks done, he had to admit, the elf did a splendid job. He sat at the ebony clothed couch facing the roaring fire.
Obviously the elf had charmed the fireplace to always burn, which was fine with him. He always knew how Severus liked the fire. His mother had taught him well. He hoped that his children would learn well also. When the door suddenly opened, Severus jumped. He'd been lost in the fire, the crackling and popping of the wood.
It was her. She must have sneaked out. "Hermione," he questioned, "what are you doing here at this time?"
She took off her coat and hung it up along with her hat and scarf. "I could ask you the same thing," she stated lightly with a smile. Although he could still see the puffiness around her eyes. She sat beside him as he opened his arms for her to curl into. She did so with a moan of satisfaction, curling her legs under her.
They didn't speak right away, both enjoying the fire. "Ronald threw away the present I gave him," she stated sadly after a while. Severus looked at her with his brows furrowed. "It was a signed photograph of the Chudley Cannons. I spent the better part of the whole summer attempting to get them to sign. I planed it for months. As he threw it in the fire, he called me a whore again."
He gritted his teeth. That ignorant idiot. "What did everyone else do?"
"Well, Molly and Arthur yelled. Bill, Charlie, George, Harry, and Ginny all stood up with their wands drawn as if they were about to start shouting curses. The girls stood back and mostly covered the ears of the younger children that were there. Percy looked shocked that Ron would say anything like that." Hermione said it all with such ease. She must have been practicing on the way back.
He gripped her shoulder tighter, not saying what he was wanting to say. The boy was a complete dunderhead. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "Is that why you were crying?"
Nodding, she sighed. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "He's an idiot."
"That's the truth," she agreed, crossing her arms. "Lucky that I have you two," she smiled, kissing him. She broke the kiss, panting. Crawling on his lap with lust filled eyes, she restarted the kiss as he started roaming her backside with his hands.
Settling on her butt, his grip tightened. She leaned more into him, deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss one more time, growling lowly. He ripped off her vest and shirt, buttons popping everywhere. Neither flinched. She unhooked her bra as he pushed up her skirt and shoved her panties aside. She hurriedly unbuckled his pants and brought him out.
She placed him at her entrance and slid down. His eyes closed in pleasure and he moaned. "Oh, Hermoine, I've missed you," he muttered, voice dripping with lust as she rode him. He massaged her breasts and latched onto her neck. "Yes," he moaned as she rode faster. His hands went to her waist where they gripped tight.
As she panted hard, she lightly bit his ear, causing him to buck as she came down. It enticed a squeal from her as he hit her spot. Holding her down, he started thrusting upwards as hard and fast as he could. She started screaming with every thrust at her spot. He could feel himself reaching his peak, but wanted her to reach hers first. Once he felt the familiar tightening of her walls again, he let go himself.
They finished riding out their orgasms together before she slid off him and adjusted herself. That wasn't what he had in mind when he wanted to speak with her. However, it was a great welcome back. She put her shirt on, but left it unbuttoned. He still had to catch his breath, so he didn't move. Giggling to herself, she stared at him still standing at attention. This thing would not give him a break. He wasn't a teenager anymore. He needed time to recharge.
At least his lungs did. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his erection. Wondering if he tasted herself, he sighed happily as she started licking it much like a lollipop. She would be the death of him. This time he reached his peak quickly. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realized she swallowed.
He took her upstairs to the main bedroom where they undressed fully and got into bed. He buried his head into her curls and breathed in her scent. He hadn't slept right since she left, and now that she was back in his arms, he felt as if he'd finally be able to have a sound sleep. He smiled warmly to himself as he felt himself nod off.
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Okay I'm finally ending it for the night. I just couldn't seem to stop.