Helping Severus with his buttons, Hermione kissed the last bit of exposed skin on his chest before fastening his cloak.

Giggling, thinking about a past memory she shared with the wizard, she spoke, "I just remembered when you threatened to take me in front of the whole school. You got my knickers so wet I needed a silent scourgifly."

Reminiscing their past together, especially after she had reenlisted to Hogwarts as his potion apprentice, Severus turned bright red as his mind showed him his frustration when Hermione was sucking onto her finger.

"Do you recall the day we had to cook yet it was short-lived when Vinky interrupted us?" Nodding back at him, wiggling on his laps, searching for a more comfortable position, he continued "a little bit earlier during breakfast you had cut your finger. While everyone paid no attention to your little misfortune, I did, too much may I add. The way you were sucking on that delectable digit had me hard as a bludger. I had to leave in a hurry to release the pain you had inflicted on me."

Wide-eyed, Hermione scoffed, hiding her face from his puzzled eyes, hiding in the crook of his neck. "Anything you'd like to share mon amour?"

Slowly removing herself from her favourite hiding place, she brought her hands to cover her face, ashamed. "You'll hate me after I tell you this." She simply said although she was already starting to feel her bundle of nerve swollen with arousal.

Peeking at her wizard, she smiled as she saw the loving way he stroked her hair, inviting her to go on.

Taking a deep breath she spoke, "during the war, I invented a spell that enables any wizard to have x-ray vision." Raising an eyebrow at the witch, she bit her lip and went on, "when I saw you leave I thought you were overjoyed with our coming baking session, so I followed you. When I arrived in the chambers I heard you moaning and unable to refrain from my curious nature I used my spell to see what you were doing. But truthfully I was worried you were hurt or something" she added, not wanting to sound like a debauchee.

"Of course Hermione, what a kind and amiable gesture. I'll forever be indebted to you for showing so much care towards my person" he teased, catching her lower lip with his teeth and lightly tugging on it, making her cry in pleasure.

"But that's not all" she managed to say as he realised his grip on her pulpy lips. Bringing her little hands to cover his eyes, unable to face him entirely she added, "when I saw you...were safe and sound...I couldn't help but...oh hippogriff's shit!"

"Hermione the baby!" He growled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in indignation.

"Sorry. As I was saying...you know what I'll just say it!..." she told, trying her best to sound confident, whilst her heart was drumming dangerously in her chest. "I pleasured myself seeing you stroke your endowment."

Severus lips turned into a smirk. He had known something was wrong with the witch when he had left his chambers, noticing her head-first inside the fridge.

He laughed at the memory while bringing his hands towards his face and removing Hermione's hands, intertwining his long fingers with hers. "Now that I think about it, you did look flushed. Being formally acquainted with your horny face, I believe you were in a similar state when I saw you in the kitchen. Weren't you, Hermione?" He finished, his lips brushing her ear, "you little vixen. Lord, all the things I will do to you."

"Severus our baby!" She nudged him, "this vocabulary is not permitted around our child, especially while he's in here" she went on, pointing at her belly.

"I'll fuck you witch" he growled, her head buzzing at the sound of his baritone voice invading her mind. "I think I'll take on my caveman attitude more often if I'm met with this entertaining expression on your face." He laughed, fondly pocking her flushed cheek, "close your mouth dear, mosquitos or nargles - as Ms Lovegood would say - shouldn't part of our baby's diet."

The rest of the day went well. Hermione hadn't seen Ron during lunch, neither Minerva, but her main focus was on the man sitting by her side.

Truthfully she was worried, although her happiness was obvious - her eyes shining like diamonds under a full moon - she was afraid. Her relationship with Severus took a different turn faster than she could have said 'leviosa', and even though he was elated with the news of her bearing his heir, her muggle beliefs and tradition was standing in the way of her bliss.

Her mother had always told her to marry before engaging in sexual activities with her spouse. She had wanted to keep her virginity for a worthy man, yet her need to keep Ron closer to her - feeling left out and desolated after the war - made her have her first sexual relationship with him. Hermione wasn't the type of person to regret her actions, yet that was one of her biggest mistakes. But for now, with everything that happened in her life for the past month, and the discovery of her growing baby, she realised she wanted to marry Severus before giving birth. It was after all what her mother would have wanted.

Making a mental note to address the subject with Severus, Hermione felt the need for some feminine advise. Having known Minerva for over seven years, she wanted to talk to her about her worries towards her relationship with the potion master.

Once she arrived before the Phoenix, guarding the headmistress' office, she bowed to the totem in honour of Albus Dumbledore before making her way to McGonagall.

As she stepped foot onto the first staircase she was caught by strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her towards an abandoned door, hidden behind the stone-bird.

It only took a few seconds for Hermione to realize that it wasn't Severus. He had surprised her quite a few times since they had started their relationship, yet she would recognise his sent miles away. This one was intrusive to her nostrils, strong and overpowering. It felt familiar, yet unknown at the same time.

Squinting her eyes through the darkness, all she could see was a buff figure blocking the way.

She wanted to scream yet a silencing charm had been placed on her mouth. Her whole body started to quiver in frenzy, her hands unconsciously shielding her child as they rested on her tummy, castling a nonverbal spell stomach, protecting it from potential punches. 'Motherly instinct' she thought, knowing she needed to find a way out of this place.

What bothered her though was what followed next. Lips came crushing against her while aggressive hands lifted her off her feet, pushing her against a wall while a tongue came darting in and out of her mouth. This touch, these kisses, she knew them all too well.

Ron.

A/N: What's going to happen next? 😱

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