Bloodbound

Chapter Twelve: Babies

A/N: Sorry it has taken so long, and even more sorry this chapter is so short...this chapter is really a bridge...the next will be longer Ipromise. And sooner in coming...I do feel the need to warn you though, this story is approaching it's end...only 3-5 more chapters, depending on length and content. Enjoy! Thanks to Citten for pointing out my error in names, all is fixed now

Sebastian Snape paced back and forth in front of the fireplace in his room at the Leaky Cauldron. Zaraus was twenty minutes late. He detested lateness. He would have to make sure Zaraus was aware that this behavior was inappropriate. Suddenly the flames turned green, and Zaraus stepped from the them onto the hearth.


“Sorry I am late, Uncle,” he said brushing himself off. Sebastian cringed. He hated messiness in any measure.


“See that it does not happen again, Zaraus,” the wizard said, cold eyes threatening the younger man. Gods how hideous he looked, all covered in boils and scars. Severus really had done a number on the man. “What did you find out?” Sebastian asked him, intent upon keeping this meeting short.


“I found out that he nearly beat her to death!” Zaraus exclaimed.


Sebastian sighed. That would not do. He wanted to hurt Severus, and if his new bride meant nothing to him, then Samuel’s plan would surely be wasted effort. Waste was something else Sebastian detested.


“In my animal form, I managed to sneak into the hospital wing and find out what was going on,” Zaraus continued. Sebastian’s eyes lit up. Perhaps there would be redemption after all. “He was sitting there, crying ,” Zaraus said, practically giddy at the thought. “He was apologizing to her, and spouting off about love and such like he was some soft git!” he continued, looking to Sebastian for a reaction.


“Now that is interesting,” Sebastian said, rubbing his hands together greedily. “Most interesting.”


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“Hermione, I know I was not exactly clear as to how you should behave. I would like you to be obedient to me, and to follow the rules completely, above all else, but you should also be proud to bear my name. The name of Snape commands respect, and anyone who does not respect that name should be punished accordingly.


Your submission to me is a matter of respect. You respect me, as your husband, and I will respect you as my wife. You should not be insubordinate, because you respect me, not because you fear me. Instilling fear in you is not my aim, Wife; instilling respect is,” Severus was pacing back in forth in front of the four poster bed he and his wife shared, and Hermione was seated upon it.


Hermione looked at her husband, nodding in understanding. After their incident, Severus decided perhaps he should make his expectations clearer, particularly since Hermione was being chastised by her fellow students for being weak. The young witch had not known she was supposed to be aggressive…Severus had only taught her to be meek.


Just then, Wiggles entered the room, pushing a pram in which Sarah was seated. The baby was getting far too big for Wiggles to be carrying around, but, at eight months old, she had not learned to walk yet. Hermione had taken to magically pumping her breasts for milk to feed the child, since she had grown some teeth, and shown the witch on more than one occasion what could be done with them.


Severus helped Hermione to pump the milk by holding the bottle in place for her while she muttered the incantation that allowed the milk to flow from her breast, like water from a faucet. Once the bottle was full, Severus handed it to the baby, who giggled at him in response. He had to admit that since Hermione had taken charge of the child, she seemed much happier, and much healthier. He knew that she would have no problem fulfilling the child requirement that had been set for them.


The child requirement was the only thing his father had set that Severus still followed. When Hermione had come to Snape manor, Sebastian had told him that she should bear five children because of her youth and her strong build. Severus had agreed, unaware at the time that he would be the one to sire those children. Severus was shaken from his reverie when Hermione touched him softly on the shoulder.


“Everything ok?” she asked him, worry etched in her face.


“Yes,” he replied. “I was merely thinking of the number of children we are required to produce together,” he said, looking at her. Hermione shivered. She had put the child requirement in the back of her mind.


“Five children is a lot, Severus. It seems we should start the process within the next few years,” she said, looking at him nervously.


“Five children is a lot, indeed. I do not even have five children yet,” he replied, distractedly. He was wrestling with the knowledge that by the time they fulfilled the child requirement, he would be a father to nine children. Good fucking gods, most animals did not even have that many children. Merlin’s balls! He would have more children than the Weasleys! Oh that was tacky.