Enforced Therapy

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Severus


I arrived early to the session. Hermione hadn’t arrived as of yet. This concerned me, as I haven’t seen her in a week. A part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. She was carrying my child. When I arrived to Spinner’s End that very afternoon, I went straight for the fire whiskey and stayed drunk for the better part of two days.


Hermione. My sweet, rebellious sexy witch was going to have my baby. It terrified me to think that there could be another being on this planet with my nose and hair. But then she was the child’s mother, so the chances of the hair being limp were not possible for that reason alone. And the nose! Merlin, no child should have to suffer it as I had. With any luck, his mother’s petite nose will rule the roost.


Hermione walked into the meeting room with her head held high. I frowned at the sight of her holding what could only be called a dustbin as she made her way over to sit next to Potter. I held back a growl, as the other man inquired as to her health. My witch, my job!


I went over to sit next to her, seeing her stiffen as I leaned in closer to her. “Are you well?”


“Morning sickness, if you must know,” she muttered. “Not that you care.”


“I care.” I pulled out a vial and handed it over to her. “This should help with that.” She blinked at it and then at me. “I brought over all the potions Poppy told me that you would need.”


“You did?” she asked weakly. “Why?”


“Because I…” I swallowed thickly. “I want you and the baby well and happy.”


She threw herself into my arms, kissing me all over my face. “I love you so much, Severus.”


“And I you, my witch,” I sighed, feeling for the first time as if the weight of the world were off my shoulders. “Will you marry me? I can’t have another week apart like this last one. It nearly killed me.”


She stilled. “Not because of the baby?”


“No,” I sighed, almost resigned to the thought of sounding like the romantic fool I am. “I would have asked you anyway.”


“Oh Severus,” she cooed, resting her head on my shoulder. “I’m going to be sick!” Hermione promptly spun around and was retching into the dustbin within the next seconds.


“You see?” Black said to Lupin. “He makes everyone sick!”


“It’s morning sickness,” Remus told him, shaking his head as he went over to Hermione and pulled her hair out of her face. “Make her take that morning sickness potion. From the look of her, she hasn’t been able to keep much of anything down.”


I did so quickly. I cradled her, as the woman therapist came into the meeting room. And so she began what would be the last day of our little gatherings, thank Merlin.


Lucius arrived late with two rather large bodyguards in tow. This only made most of us roll our eyes, because if he brought them to protect him against Hermione this should prove interesting. The worst the poor witch could do at the moment is evacuating her stomach onto him and there isn’t much those thugs could do to protect him against that.


“Oh if only I could have waited five minutes and had the ability to projectile vomit,” she muttered against my chest as she saw the troop of men sitting down across from us.


I chuckled, kissing her head.

“Severus?”


“Yes?”


“Do you have a breath mint? My mouth tastes awful.”


I, unfortunately, didn’t have one, but Potter did. She thanked him quietly and the meeting continued on as before. Not that I really knew, because to be frank that was the last thing I was paying any mind to. I had a lap full of a warm, willing witch. The blood had made its journey south the moment her sweet ass made perch on my lap. My hands moved over her, I was so memorized by her. This was going to change, I told myself. She would become fuller, curvier as the months would go by. A thought struck me. What if she had changed already in this last week and I missed it?


I stood up with the witch in my arms and announced, “I’m taking Hermione home.”


“Okay,” the therapist told me. “But finish writing in your journal as to what you did. And remember, I want details I can speak about later! So no funny business!”


Funny business? I’m deadly serious when I’m balls deep in my witch, so I have no notion what that idiot is speaking about. But as per her request I did write in this journal about the following events though they be after the fact.


I took Hermione straight over to Spinner’s End, walking in with her. I didn’t put her down until the door was shut behind myself and quickly went about taking her over to the room I had been decorating for the past week. The little witch let out a gasp as she looked around the master bedroom.


The last time she had been there, it had not been welcoming nor had it been what anyone would refer to as a love nest. It was cold and efficient. It provided a place to sleep, a closet, and a door to the loo, but that was about it. The walls were tan, the furniture black, and the bedclothes a dark, now indistinguishable color, that I bought at a muggle flea market years before.


Now it was rich good wooden furniture, warm brushed metals, and utterly comfortable, yet stain proofed, velvet comforter and Egyptian cotton bed clothes. I was able to get help with this from Potter, who in turn more than likely received help from Minerva McGonagall. I know as there was more tartan and plaid in the first ideas he gave to me, as any room should lay claim to. Eventually we came up with this.


Hermione walked over to a small crib that I had fixed. I walked over to her, stopping close enough to see the silent tears running down her face.


“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, wiping the tears away with her fingers.


“Say yes.” I got down to my knee and pulled out the Prince family ring, holding it out to her. “I got it out of the bank weeks ago. I don’t know why I kept putting it off, but I continued to find the most idiotic reasons not to.” I swallowed thickly. “I love you. I don’t want another week like this last one. I want to be with you. I’m so sorry…”


She stopped my words with a kiss to my lips, murmuring, “I should have trusted you as well. Some wounds are hard to heal, but that isn’t your fault.” Hermione pushed my hair out of my face. “I love you. This last week without you was…” She sighed heavily. “It was bad. The morning sickness was worse, my temper was worse—everything was horrible.”


“Will you marry me?” I inquired, hoping beyond hope that she would say yes.


Smiling that beautiful grin that was totally hers, she asked, “Does this mean that I can tie you up now too?”


I snorted. “Not likely.” But added, “Besides, you don’t like it when I’m not topping you, remember?”


“I know,” she sighed, leaning down and kissing my ear. “Yes, I will be your wife.”


The rest of what occurred isn’t your bloody business. But needless to say, you won’t be receiving this report until both my witch and I regain and keep the ability to walk or until that bloody bird is willing to come over to the bed.


NOTE TO THERAPIST—THAT WAS SO SWEET! HE PROPOSED AND SHE SAID YES! PLEASE EXCUSE THE WATER MARKS ON THE PAPER. I CRIED WHEN I READ THIS. TRUE, I RECEIVED THE REPORT AFTER THE DUE DATE, BUT IT WAS TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE. AND THE BEST PART, THEY INVITED ME TO THE WEDDING! I NEED TO GO SHOPPING.


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