Rihanna's Son

Ok, something got messed up when I copies and pasted this chapter, so I'm going to try it again!

I'm taking suggestions for a sequel. I'm thinking Anne comes to visit Lupin with her daughter? He seemed to like her. Besides, I see tons of harassment potention from Severus!

Please read and review, and sorry about the previous Finale

Marti!~

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Severus listened to Remus and Molly while thinking about Hermione. He had risked himself greatly today going into London and doing his business instead of allowing either of the two haranguers with him now to go. After leaving his original destination, he’d passed the Quiddich shop and seen the tiny broom. Since his son had grown up as a Muggle, he’d never seen a broom until Potter had shown the boy his. Since then, Damien had asked on and off for one. His request usually ended with, “Can I get a kitty, then?”


The broom was the lesser of two evils.


“It’s the end of the discussion. You have no say in what we do, or in how we interact. I love Hermione and have known of her love for me for awhile now. Excuse me.” He turned away from Remus and Molly and left them with mouths agape. He didn’t know why they would be surprised he’d walk away from them; it hadn’t been the first time he’d done so to either of them.

With his robes swirling, he rushed up the staircase to the second floor where he could now hear Hermione wheedling his son.

“You really don’t want to take Crookshanks for a ride, Damien. He wouldn’t like it at all. He doesn’t like to fly.”

“Daddy said cats always land on their feet, though. I wanna see if it’s true.” The child was already a Slytherin in the making, Severus could tell. “I bet Crooks would like it, too.”

“I don’t. And I’m telling you, no, young man. Now, I think it’s time for you to get ready for your nap.” Severus heard her pulling down the blankets on his bed. Counting to three, he waited and caught the little whirlwind as he ran out of the room right into his father’s arms. The tiny broom whacked him in the face as he stood and lifted the child up.

“Hi, Daddy. Let me go.”

“No, Hermione is readying your bed for a nap, I believe.”

“Noo. She’s just fooling.”

“Let’s go find out, shall we.”

“I wanna ride my broom!”

“After your nap.”

“Now.”

“I have some things to do while you’re napping, young man. And if you do not take one, there will be no broom riding until tomorrow.”

The younger Snape gave the older one a glare he must have inherited from his father, his eyes narrowed and lips pursed in a complete copy of Severus’ face while teaching. “I don’t wanna.”

“I could always have your Uncle Remus return the broom.”

Damien cocked his head to one side as Severus carried him through the door to his bedroom. Hermione stood next to the bed with her arms crossed over her chest.

“If I nap, you promise to take me outside to fly?”

“I will take you outdoors after you’ve napped, and only after you’ve slept.”

“Can I take Crooks with me?”

“No!” Two adults voices joined in harmony. Damien sighed in defeat and hugged his father tight, the broom handle again hitting Severus, this time in the back of the head. Resigned to his fate, the four year old toed off his shoes and sighed.

Severus put him down in the bed, gently brushing some of his black hair from his forehead. “You need a haircut.”

“You too, Daddy.”

“Go to sleep. When you waken, we’ll go out together.” Severus tried to take the broom from the child’s grasp, but Damien held on tight. He took out his wand and cast a spell to prevent the boy from riding it in his room. Damien frowned at him and rolled away from his father. Severus smirked and patted the child’s back before standing up straight and leading Hermione out of the bedroom.

“Sleep well, Damien.”

“Night.” Damien yawned and hugged his broom even tighter as he closed his black eyes.

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Severus closed the door between his room and his son’s, then pulled Hermione into his arms, kissing her passionately, his hands roaming lower to cup her bottom.

Severus pressed her against the wall in his bedroom, engulfing her in his robes as he kissed her breathless. She started to protest, but having been with him the night before and hearing his professions of love earlier in the kitchen, she wanted to reciprocate. His hands roamed to her bottom and squeezed teasingly, before heading up to her waist. He stopped there, still kissing her. Hermione pulled away and looked up into his eyes.

“Marry me, Hermione.” It was hardly a question, yet more than a statement. He wanted her in his life forever, helping to raise his young son, maybe have a child of their own someday.

“I thought we weren’t going to do anything until Vol—He Who Must Not Be Named is dead?” She caught herself on the despot’s name, which would have made her lover flinch.

“I realized last night that I want you in my life, no matter what. And if the last thing I know before my former brethren rip the life from me is that you wear my troth ring and are my wife, then so be it. I can’t bear not having you as my life-partner.” Severus had never spoken so eloquently and so passionately to her before.

“I’ll marry you. Are you sure you want to do it now, instead of waiting for Harry to kill him?”

“I don’t want to keep it hidden any longer, love. I think that Lupin realizes the extent of my feelings, and that Molly will come to understand it all in time. And if your little friends don’t want to take things in stride, well a few well-placed hexes will be more than adequate to keep them in line, I think.” Severus smirked at the idea of cursing the youngest Weasley son and Harry Potter.

“Harry knows. I told him the last time he was here with Ron. I think he’ll be accepting. Sorry, no hexing of him, I’m afraid.” Hermione laughed as her beloved pouted. She giggled, realizing that she hadn’t given Severus an answer to his request. “Yes, Severus. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you right now if you want.”

“Good. Because I floo’d Minerva and she’s coming tonight to perform the binding ceremony. If you want a Muggle wedding after the war, we’ll have one performed.” Severus smiled at her. For the first time in twenty years, he wanted to run out into the streets and laugh.

“You do realize that my son will keep harassing your orange menace?”

“Crooks can take care of himself. He’s pretty self-sufficient. Besides, I think he likes Damien.”

“That’s good, because I hope you don’t expect me to save that furball’s ass?”

Hermione laughed and wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss. He moaned and pressed her harder into the wall, grinding his erection against her center. He pulled her skirt up and ripped her underwear harshly. Her fingers pulled his robes aside and unbuttoned his pants hastily. Freeing his hardness, she gasped as he lifted her and entered her with no preamble. “I’m glad you were wet and waiting for me, love.”

“Always. All you have to do is talk and your voice makes me come.” She bit into his robe covered shoulder to keep from screaming out with every thrust of his hips.

Severus knew he wasn’t going to last long. He’d wanted her since seeing her in the kitchen, defending their relationship ardently. He knew he’d loved her weeks ago, but this morning he’d realized that she was the woman for him, the woman he wanted to grow old with, raise children with, fight and make up with. She was his other half, and he’d fight to have her by his side for eternity.

His hips thrust harder and faster, his fingers digging into her ass as he pushed her into every thrust. This wasn’t the loving union they’d experienced last night, but the brutal fucking of two people who wanted each other NOW. Hermione wrapped one leg around his hips, pressing her sneaker-clad foot into his ass and urging him on. He grunted and moaned her name as he came, apologizing in the next breath for leaving her behind. Hermione laughed breathlessly and kissed his ear. She’d come, just not the explosive release he’d experienced.

After a few minutes of rocking together, kissing leisurely and stroking whatever flesh they could reach of the other, Severus pulled out and away from Hermione.

“I shouldn’t have attacked you like that. I was just overcome. You should go to your room and clean yourself before the wolf figures out what we’ve been up to in here. I’ll meet you down in the library.” Severus leaned down and kissed her gently. He helped her right her clothes then watched her leave his room, a small smile on his face. After she was gone he buttoned himself back up and dropped the front of his robe.

He patted the outside of his hip pocket, sighing in relief as he realized the little box was still secure. He couldn’t believe that he’d acted like an animal with the woman he loved. What a great way to run her off like the last woman he’d fallen in love with. He sneered at the thought. Rihanna had been smart, beautiful and gentle. Hermione was the first two, but was anything but gentle. She fought with Weasley and Potter, right along side them and didn’t fear getting her hands dirty. Rihanna, as much as he’d loved her, would have been a liability right now during the war. Knowing that Hermione was by his side, Severus knew he could stand up to his former comrades. And win.

With Hermione as his wife, as the step-mother to his son, and as his partner in everything, Severus knew without a doubt that he would walk away from the final battle into her arms.

Severus sent a silent prayer to heaven, thanking Rihanna yet again for giving him a son, and for loving him as well as she had. Without her in his life all those years before, he would not have been able to give his love so easily to the young woman down the hall. With a smile, he used a quick cleansing spell and left the room to find her.

Time to make some more tongues wag.

Severus wondered which of the dynamic duo would faint when they heard him propose to Hermione: Potter or Weasley? Either way, Severus got the prize: his Hermione.



The End