Room of Requirement

“Oh, Hermione,” he looked at her lovingly. He descended upon her, his mouth crushing hers, tongues dueling fiercely in the commotion outside the Great Hall. His arms circled her waist and an arm snaked up to her head, massaging the back of her scalp.

Severus buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, as his hand made its way down to her ass. He grabbed at her, roughly, and she leaned into his embrace. “Severus?” she inquired, “perhaps we should go to our rooms.” The crowd around them had stopped, for the most part, staring at the peculiar display that was the Slytherin Head of House and Potions Master snogging and groping the pedantic Gryffindor Head Girl.

“Why?” he growled. “I couldn’t really care less who sees.” He leaned in for another passionate kiss. They scurried off, leaving many appalled students in their wake. Back in their rooms, a fire crackled in the fireplace, the covers were turned back, and two plates, a bottle of beer, a goblet of pumpkin juice, and a lily in a bud vase sat on two trays by the floor.

Severus gently guided Hermione over to the carpet by the fire, eased her down to the floor, and set about propping pillows around her. “Thank you, dear, “ she looked at him gratefully. He looked back, his eyes conveying his intentions as he began to unbutton his robes. “Severus? Do you mind if we eat first? I’m famished.”

He tried to hide his dismay. “Of course, darling. We’ll eat. You need your energy for later.” He looked at her hungrily. She took no notice. “Chateaubriand, yorkshire pudding, potatoes,” he said, impassively, and the food appeared on his plate.

“Chicken tikka masala, naan bread, basmati rice, vegetable samosas, and Smarties. Oh, and salad.” A few additional plates and bowls appeared to support Hermione’s lengthy order. Severus sighed. If they ever finished all of the courses she ordered, they’d be lucky if they could squeeze in a five-minute shag against the dungeon wall.

“Hermione, love, do you think it wise to consume all that spicy food? Wha it it triggers your labor, darling?”

“Nonsense, Severus, that’s just an old wives’ tale- honestly, haven’t you even skimmed ‘What to Expect When Your Wife is Expecting Twins’?” she said through a mouthful of pappadum. She was too busy eating to be annoyed, but made a mental note to chastise him later.

Finally, after she’d finished the last of her rose and pistachio ice cream- an afterthought- Severus cuddled up to her on the carpet, gently stroking her tummy. A series of flutters transpired under his hand, as if to greet him. He smiled- throughout his life, people had never been happy to see him. Even his wife didn’t warm up to him for almost seven years. He’d always been Severus the Death Eater; Snape, the greasy, slimy git; Snivellus, the angry misfit. But the children would only know him as Daddy. He was full of gratitude towards Hermione, for the sacrifices she’d made for him. Gratitude that she’d chosen to stay at Hogwarts and marry him, rather than move on with her life and her undoubtedly bright future.

She looked up at him, adoringly, her brown eyes huge and sincere. He tenderly helped her to her feet, taking care to support her lower back. He led her to the bathroom, and rubbed her shoulders while he ran a warm bath. He conjured several linen scented candles, and dimmed the lights. He helped her in, and turned on the jets.

Severus climbed in behind her, and she dissolved into his embrace. He continued to knead her aching back, working his way down to the base of her spine and back up, as the jets pounded her limbs. He lovingly scrubbed her hair and scalp, and soaped her all over. When he was done, she did the same for him, cradling his head against her breasts. She massaged his scalp gently with her fingernails, sudsing his baby fine hair until it squeaked. As she finished, he turned his head and began to suckle at her breast, and she shivered with pleasure. The bathroom was chilly, and out of the warm water, her nipple peaked. He conjured two massive, fluffy towels and helped her to bed. He massaged some seductively scented body butter into her skin, paying special attention to the itchy skin on her abdomen.

He donned black silk pajamas, and dressed her in a long, sheer white cotton nightshirt. It was slightly frilly, somewhat girlish, and very sexy. She sat on his lap as he brushed her hair for her. “Thank you, Severus. That was the nicest bath I’ve ever taken.”

“You enjoyed it, darling?”

“Very much.”

“You’re grateful?”

“Yes, darling, very. I have a wonderful husband.”

“Well, if you’re feeling... beholden in any way...” he smirked wickedly at her.

“How very Slytherin of you, darling,” she said, and proceeded to stroke him through the silkiness of his pajama pants. She continued her fondling, licking her lips. She kept at it, watching him, waiting.

“Hermione?”

“Yes, love?”

“Could you, er, take it out?”

“What, my ponytail?”

“No, love.”

“Take what out?” She was teasing him, the little minx. She kneeled beside the bed, and he moved to the edge. She exposed him, licking and nibbling gently. He whimpered with satisfaction and edged closer to her, wanting her to be more agressive. She eventually obliged, taking him into her mouth entirely. As soon as he approached orgasm she stopped, shifted her position, and waited. Then she’d start again, nearly drawing it out of him. This continued at least five times.

“Hermione?”

“Yes, love?”

“I need to be inside you, now.” He pulled her up, urgently but delicately, and laid her down on the bed. His eyes were intense, dominating. He was as powerful and ferocious as he was before they were lovers, when she was just an annoying swot in his class, and he a bitter, ugly old man.

Before she realized she was lying down, he’d shoved her legs apart and was moving deeply within her. He entered her fully, entranced in their coupling. He took care not to rest heavily on her belly while he leaned over and kissed her deeply. He moved more rapidly, his movements becoming more vigorous inside her. She acquiesced fully, wanting nothing more than for him to come intensely.

Her silent prayer was answered as he climaxed, loudly and breathily, collapsing beside her.

“Ah, Hermione. I owe you one.” She chuckled, and he spooned her, too sated to do much of anything until sleep came.