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Chapter Nineteen


To say that one could hear a feather drop at that moment was an understatement. Severus looked deeply into her eyes, trying to find her ulterior motives there in her amber eyes. But all he found there was nerves as well as some hope.


“That was my question to ask,” he told her, holding her tightly.


“Well?” she prodded.


Severus stood her up and was about to get down to his knee when he turned to look at all the people watching them with baited breath. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the room. Unfortunately the closest place they could go to was a broom closet. Once they were closed into the small place, he combed her hair out of her face.


“Are you sure?” he asked quietly. “This is so quick.”


Hermione reached up, caressing his face. “I realized so many things all at once. I meant what I said when I told you would make a great father. I know you’re not ready for that. I’m not either. But when that day comes, I want you to be the father of my children. I want you to help me build a family. I want to be the woman wearing your ring and building memories with for you. I want it to be you for me. It came to me all at once. A-and I asked and I’m rambling so please stop...”


He kissed her into silence. Severus pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing her all over her face. He panted against her temple when he stopped, stroking her neck and back.


“I’m not good enough for you,” he said hoarsely. “Not by half…”


“You are…!” He stopped her by pressing his thumb to her lips.


“I’m not,” he repeated. “But you are my very soul, witch.” He cleared his throat, murmuring, “It’s more than likely been said before and with far better words than I could ever use, but you are the best part of me…”


“I think I heard that in a bird flick Hermione dragged Harry and me to once,” came from outside the door.


“Shut up, Ron!” came the snapping reply from several of the people trying to listen in to the conversation that was taking place inside the closet.


Hermione smiled as she looked into Severus’s rolling eyes. He pressed his forehead to her's. “Family?”


“Yeah, but they’re ours,” she murmured. “So we better get used to it.”


Slowly he released her and got to his knees, looking up into her eyes. “Will you marry me, my Hermione? Be my bride and, if I’m drunk enough, the mother of my children?”


She reached down, stroking his face with her knuckles. “That’s a conversation for another day.”


“Well?” he pressed. “Will you marry me?”


“Yes, I’ll marry you.”


There was a cheer outside of the closet even as Severus hugged her, burying his face against her small belly. Now more than ever, he thought, he had to keep her safe. After all, she was his future.


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“No! No parties!” Severus exclaimed for what must have been the hundredth time. “Hermione…”


“Don’t.” She looked up from the Quibbler she was reading as she said, “It’s not my idea. Molly, Minerva, Ginny, Madam Pomfrey, et cetera have all expound about how it is proper to have an engagement party. I told them I would rather be poked in very uncomfortable places with a red hot poker…”


“I wouldn’t. I like your places too much to think of that happening,” he muttered into his eggs.


“Thank you,” she murmured. “I then told them that I would elope first…”


“Can we go now?” he asked, looking up from his breakfast plate.


“I wish, but no. You would have thought I was suggesting turning the school into a bordello the way they reacted.” She put her newspaper down. “My ears still hurt from the lecture they gave me.” Hermione rubbed her ear. “I tried to get us out of it.” She got up and went to sit on his lap. “Severus, they are making me go dress shopping.”


“My poor little witch,” he said with sarcastic humor lighting his eyes.


“I have it on good authority the men are taking you to buy new dress robes,” she informed him. “I have even heard mention that…” Hermione looked at him straight in the eyes. “That color will somehow be involved.”


“We’ll see about that,” he muttered darkly.


Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, “They’ll probably use the same thing they did on me.”


“What’s that?”


“Blackmail,” she muttered.


“On you?” he said doubtfully. “What could they possibly blackmail you with? Did you turn in a book late to the library?”


She smiled sheepishly. “A little more than that I fear.”


“What?”


Swallowing thickly. “Well, seeing as they did get information from Harry, it could be just about anything.”


“You don’t know what it is they’re holding on you?”


“They’re allowing me to think the worse,” she told him. “I know it. They more than likely don’t know a thing. I don’t want you to think the worse of me so…”


“Tell me,” he breathed. “Everything.”


“But…”


“Hermione, I was a death eater,” he murmured. “I helped a mad wizard into power, I came up with spells and potions best left to only nightmares, and I murdered. What could you have done that would be worse than that?”


She worried her lower lip. “I’ll start with something easy.” She looked into his eyes, as she tried to think of anything that she did that would be considered small. “Not a thing,” she muttered.


“Why don’t you start with something off topic that you hadn’t told me and move onto those things you’re concerned with?”


Hermione thought it over before saying in a low throaty voice, “I love the feel of you stretching me out.”


Severus pushed the food off of the table, sitting her in front of him. “What else?” he demanded as he pushed her robes up to her hips.


“Your voice makes me wet,” she panted.


Tearing off her panties, he demanded, “More.”


“The feel of your hands on my skin makes me quake,” she moaned as one of his hands slipped further up and cupped her lace covered breast. “I tried masturbating, thinking about you. But I couldn’t, I can’t cum without you doing this to me.”


His mouth captured hers hungrily devouring even as hers did the same to his. Her hands went to work unbuckling his belt as he stepped between her legs. Yanking his mouth away from hers, he pressed into her snug heat. Her amber eyes changed to the color of good fire whiskey and her body quaked. The very moment his body was flushed with hers, a small dreamy smile curved her lips as her eyes slid shut. He pulled out slowly, thrusting back hard and fast. Her eyes snapped open.


“Keep them open,” he ordered. “Keep watching my eyes.”


Over and over he pulled out slow and thrust back quick and hard, jolting the table. Hermione felt the build in her blood. The need to climax was eating at her.


“Please…Severus….need…”


“Tell me,” he muttered. “Tell me.”


“What?” she asked, confused and totally unable to think clearly.


“Tell me.”


Unable to comprehend she said the first and only thing that came to mind. “I love you.”


“Again.”


“I love you,” she repeated as he was speeding up his thrusts.


“Again.”


And so she did, over and over again until they both came hard together. Holding her, he sat down into the chair. He was pressing his face into her hair, regaining his breath when she said it.


“In my first year, I was the one to set your robes on fire at the quidditch match,” she whispered hoarsely.


Laughing he asked, “Really?” He kissed her swollen lips lightly. “Let’s take this to the bedroom shall we? You can confess all there.”


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