Possesion In True Form

Chapter Two:

An hour later with both the twins and Cordillya cleaned up and ready for bed, Hermione settled down before the fire in their newly acquired living quarters. Cordy sat Indian style on the carpet with the book ‘The Three Little Pigs’ in her lap, reading to both boys who had dragged the throw pillows off of the couch and their blankets from their room to lay and listen. It was a tradition for Cordillya and Hermione to alternately read the boys a book every evening. It was expected that when they could read too they would be let in on the little tradition.

Cordillya barely struggled anymore, Hermione smiled at this, she was growing up so very fast. Her blonde curls had grown to almost her small little bottom. The bright blue eyes she had been born with had not darkened to match Hermione’s as she had hoped. Her skin had turned pale. In all honesty she didn’t look at all like she was related to Hermione. The only resemblance the two shared was their nose. Sometimes when Hermione looked at her she wanted to scream with anger, not at the way Cordy had been brought into this world or that it had ended her mother’s but that each and every day she began to resemble the Malfoy family more and more.

Hermione sighed softly and shifted her gaze to her two precious boys who were beginning to drift to sleep at the sound of their aunts child like voice. The were identical. Both boys had been given her nose, but had inherited their father’s eyes, and his dark locks. While she was thankful that both boys had been given a combination of their parents texture of hair…they reminded her way to much of their father. Their father that she had walked out on. Though their had been no spoken words of love or devotion, she believed she knew Severus Snape enough to know that he didn’t let many people into his bed.

She wasn’t even sure she understood why she left, she was frightened. Scared of what being in a relationship with an older man would entitle. Or one as dark as he was. Scared of the responsibility of raising her sister. What having a baby to raise would do to their quickly budding relationship. So she packed herself up and left that very night. Her sister bundled in her arms.

When she had discovered that she was pregnant she had broken apart. She had immediately run to the Burrow and into the safe arms of Molly Weasley. And up until recently being offered the position of Librarian at Hogwarts, she had lived there.

Cordy yawned and closed the book. Hermione smiled softly at her and one by one placed the boys into their beds tucking them in. Then she helped situate Cordillya into hers in the room across from them.

When all three were children were sleeping Hermione called for Winky the house elf to keep an eye on them.

She had something to do. Her stomach clenched with nerves and her palms began to sweat profusely as she walked through the corridors towards the dungeons. She stopped suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck standing at attention, making her turn around to face him. He was leaning casually against the wall his arms crossed over his chest. A scowl etched on his face.

Her knees suddenly went weak and she had to take a deep breath to steady herself. “Severus…”

“Granger, what are you doing out and about? Shouldn’t you been held up somewhere with the weasel, having him help raise my children?” He pushed off of the wall and approached her his voice harsh and cold as he stressed the word my.

Her breath caught in her throat, “I…I...how...you where watching.” She stuttered her heart beating rapidly.

His stopped two feet from her. “Care to explain?”