Room of Requirement

Winter drifted along without incident. Valentine’s Day was lovely for Hermione- it was the first one ever for her with someone to love. Severus filled their rooms with rose petals, wrote her a long love letter, and presented her with a beautiful platinum and ruby necklace to match her engagement ring. Hermione made him a gothic style Valentine and some homemade whiskey truffles. She also bought him a lovely muggle watch- he’d never seen one up close before. In the evening they took a milk and rose petal bath together. Severus drank copious ats ots of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey, collapsing into an uncharacteristally giddy heap on top of the coverlet, completely starkers.

“Severus... Sev-er-us!” She giggled at his intoxication, wished she could have glimpsed this scene as a terrified first year. He lay back dreamily, staring at her at length before drawing her into a long, languid kiss.

The weeks passed slowly but contentedly, Hermione dragging Severus to her muggle OB-GYN a few times for sonograms. The whole thing made him antsy- he certainly didn’t trust those “doctor” nutters with the lives of his wife and unborn children. Doctors, indeed. Butcher was more like it, he thought. He’d heard of that barbaric “operating” thing they did- sounded like quackery to him. And they scoffed at witch doctors!

Easter break was approaching quickly- as was the babies’ scheduled arrival. Hermione knew that twins usually arrived early. Still, she figured she would have a good two weeks at the very least after their vacation until the babies arrived.

Severus had suggested a trip to America. Hermione was floored at first, she’d expected somewhere nearby. Muggles didn’t travel long distances towards the end of a pregnancy, but he assured her that if anything went wrong, they could grab a portkey back at any time. She happily set upon making arrangements, dragging him to muggle London to use some asinine invention called the internet.

A few days before the trip, she met her friends for breakfast in the Great Hall, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Sleeping until noon was not very conducive to socializing, but she found herself knackered most of the time. She walked in, the only one not in school attire, and Ginny, Ron, and Harry waved her over.

“Blimey, ‘Mione, you’ve got bloody massive!” Ron exclaimed incredulously, before Harry and Ginny’s icy looks let him know that this was not exactly the thing to say to their self-conciously pregnant friend. Hermione took no offense, however, and laughed at Ron’s predictability.

“Tell me about it, I can never get comfortable in bed. So I stay up, and Severus, in turn, stays up.” Ron was horrified at her blatant sexual reference to the greasy Potions Master. “Anyway,” she continued, “they’re kicking me in the ribs right now. Wanna feel?” Before he had a chance to respond, she grabbed his hand and placed it over the kicking. His eyes widened, and Severus, looking down from the teachers’ table, glared. He did not like Weasley handling his wife, and the glowering continued until he removed his hand.

Hermione and her friends discussed graduation, plans, and the honeymoon. Pumpkin juice shot out of Harry’s nose as Hermione revealed her plans to take Severus to Disneyworld. “Severus Snape versus the Happiest Place on Earth!” He continued to chuckle for several minutes.

When it was finally time, Severus and Hermione took a portkey from London to Orlando. Severus had his first experience riding in a muggle car, ae wae was quietly alarmed to discover that Hermione was worse at driving than she was at broomstick riding. The literal kind, anyway.

They survived the trip, and arrived at their lodgings. Hermione had made the arrangements, a massive white Victorian style hotel called the Grand Floridian. It looked nice enough from the outside, but Severus was horrified to find that it was associated with some saccharine muggle amusement park. He’d heard the words “Disney magic” and “happily ever after” bandied around so much in the first five minutes that he really thought he would be sick all over the mouse-head shaped bushes in the garden.

It was worse. She actually expected him to visit the place- Disney World, it was called. She dragged him around for days, going on all the rides she was allowed to- which ruled out all the rollercoasters- posing for pictures with men in mouse and chipmunk costumes, and swimming in the pool at night. The pool wasn’t that bad, and in the water, Hermione’s aches and pains were somewhat lessened.

She’d transfigured his robes into muggle clothes when they arrived in their room. He wore mostly dark jeans and black t-shirts, and looked very much like a rockstar to Hermione. She couldn’t wait to go home to show Harry the picture of herself and Severus posing with their mouse ears in front of Cinderella castle.

One merciful evening, he managed to pry her away from the grounds of that infernal mouse-ocracy for dinner. They ate in a real restaurant, and afterwards, she suggested a stroll on the beach.

The shoreline was deserted, trees all around providing cover. The moon was bright, reflecting soft beams off the shimmering water. They walked a bit, holding hands. They talked very little, just felt the sand shifting under their bare feet. When she was sure the beach was well and truly deserted, she cast a concealment charm and conjured a large blanket.

She sat down, and he sat beside her. Soundlessly, she leaned in and licked his lips softly, the faint ticking driving him mad with desire. He responded, darting his tongue into her mouth forcefully. Hermione, in turn, pinned him back, pushing him onto his back and straddling him with speed and agility surprising in a expectant mother. She smiled at her as she pinned his arms back, and she unfastened his jeans. She hovered just above his erection.

“Please, love...” he murmured, and she obliged, consuming him entirely in one fell swoop. She moved up and down, fully controlling the depth and intensity of their coupling. She teased him, bringing him to the brink of orgasm and then slowing down almost completely, stopping, and starting again.

Finally, she came, tightening over him, and he followed. She felt him, spurting hotly inside her, and she collapsed beside him. They slept deeply that night, fully aware that they would have precious little time for sleep and making love in the very near future.