The Witching Hour
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
18,543
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Epilogue
“Dad, wake up!” said Selene, who promptly jumped on the bed upsetting her father, the Defense master.
“Selene, you are far too old to be jumping on my and your mother’s bed, you are fifteen for cripes sake!”
“But dad, it’s Christmas! Seb and I want to open presents! Plus mum is ready to tear her hair out.”
“Okay, okay. I’m up, go on now, I will be out in a moment.”
When Selene, his rambunctious daughter, left he got out of his warm bed and muttered under his breath—something about how for one day of the year he would like to sleep in, even if it was for an hour or so. He greatly loved his two children and was superbly proud of each, but sometimes they wore on his nerves like something awful. He thought that at some point that his children would stop annoying him and jumping on his bed, but apparently not.
Severus ceased his grumbling and put on a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms and walked out to greet his wife and oldest child, Sebastian. He strode over and ruffled his son’s hair, which was something that Seb hated and he knew it.
“Daaad! Stop it! You know that I hate it when you do that!” Seb tried to smooth back his long raven locks, but they refused to obey as always. Secretly, he thought that his dad used a bit of magic to make his hair do that, but deep down he knew that it was genes that made his hair that way. Between his dad’s naturally oily locks and his mum’s unruly bush that she called hair, it was surprising that he only had trouble getting it to mind.
Outside of getting his hair in order, he really liked the way he looked. He really was a combination of his mum and dad—taking both of their more attractive qualities. He had his dad’s dark hair, eyes, and height, and his mum’s nose and skin tone. He had also inherited their combined intelligence and love for knowledge, which had helped him gain the Head Boy title. His sister, however, was a different story. If she hadn’t looked exactly like their father, within the exception of his nose, he could have swore that she was George Weasley’s daughter. She was just that much of a prankster and the apple of her father’s eye—no matter how many times Filch had chased her throughout the castle and threatened to hang her by her thumbs in the dungeons.
Severus sidled up to Hermione and put his hands on her shoulders whilst Seb and Selene tore into their presents underneath the tree. He began a light massage in the way that she liked, and silently hoped to ignite that fire for when the children would leave to spend the rest of the holiday with their grandparents.
Reaching into his pyjama pocket, he took out the pearl necklace that he had purchased for her and then fastened it around her neck. She looked down at it, then turned around and placed a light kiss on his lips.
“I have a present for you too, Severus.”
Hermione took his large elegant hand and placed it on her stomach, where he felt the first flutter of life.
“Happy Christmas, Severus.”
Severus kissed her softly and got to his knees. He placed his hands around her small waist and murmured into her stomach: “Happy Christmas, little one, I look forward to seeing you.”
The end
A/N: I want to thank all of you that have stuck with this story from the beginning, as well as those that have been my faithful reviewers. Your words of encouragement has meant the world to me!
“Dad, wake up!” said Selene, who promptly jumped on the bed upsetting her father, the Defense master.
“Selene, you are far too old to be jumping on my and your mother’s bed, you are fifteen for cripes sake!”
“But dad, it’s Christmas! Seb and I want to open presents! Plus mum is ready to tear her hair out.”
“Okay, okay. I’m up, go on now, I will be out in a moment.”
When Selene, his rambunctious daughter, left he got out of his warm bed and muttered under his breath—something about how for one day of the year he would like to sleep in, even if it was for an hour or so. He greatly loved his two children and was superbly proud of each, but sometimes they wore on his nerves like something awful. He thought that at some point that his children would stop annoying him and jumping on his bed, but apparently not.
Severus ceased his grumbling and put on a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms and walked out to greet his wife and oldest child, Sebastian. He strode over and ruffled his son’s hair, which was something that Seb hated and he knew it.
“Daaad! Stop it! You know that I hate it when you do that!” Seb tried to smooth back his long raven locks, but they refused to obey as always. Secretly, he thought that his dad used a bit of magic to make his hair do that, but deep down he knew that it was genes that made his hair that way. Between his dad’s naturally oily locks and his mum’s unruly bush that she called hair, it was surprising that he only had trouble getting it to mind.
Outside of getting his hair in order, he really liked the way he looked. He really was a combination of his mum and dad—taking both of their more attractive qualities. He had his dad’s dark hair, eyes, and height, and his mum’s nose and skin tone. He had also inherited their combined intelligence and love for knowledge, which had helped him gain the Head Boy title. His sister, however, was a different story. If she hadn’t looked exactly like their father, within the exception of his nose, he could have swore that she was George Weasley’s daughter. She was just that much of a prankster and the apple of her father’s eye—no matter how many times Filch had chased her throughout the castle and threatened to hang her by her thumbs in the dungeons.
Severus sidled up to Hermione and put his hands on her shoulders whilst Seb and Selene tore into their presents underneath the tree. He began a light massage in the way that she liked, and silently hoped to ignite that fire for when the children would leave to spend the rest of the holiday with their grandparents.
Reaching into his pyjama pocket, he took out the pearl necklace that he had purchased for her and then fastened it around her neck. She looked down at it, then turned around and placed a light kiss on his lips.
“I have a present for you too, Severus.”
Hermione took his large elegant hand and placed it on her stomach, where he felt the first flutter of life.
“Happy Christmas, Severus.”
Severus kissed her softly and got to his knees. He placed his hands around her small waist and murmured into her stomach: “Happy Christmas, little one, I look forward to seeing you.”
The end
A/N: I want to thank all of you that have stuck with this story from the beginning, as well as those that have been my faithful reviewers. Your words of encouragement has meant the world to me!