Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 52 ~ The House in Little Hangelton

Severus and Hermione spent a bit more time than they intended getting reacquainted and slaking their desire for each other. The Potions Master couldn’t recollect a more intense, intimate interlude with the witch, he must have touched, kissed, licked and explored every inch of Hermione’s body ten times over, the fact that she was carrying his child endearing her to him more than he ever thought possible, by the time he took her, she was begging for him. Her ferocity and passion stunned him. She kept whispering “more” and “harder, Severus” and a slew of erotic obscenities and sweet endearments that drove him wild.

Raucous had been right, there was headboard banging and shrieking going on, but the Potions Master was just as vocal as the witch this time, he was so lost in the woman, lost in what she carried for him, the gift she’d inadvertently given him, and he couldn’t get close enough to her, though Merlin knows he tried his very best to climb inside her. It was five hours before they emerged from the bedroom, showered, tired and both relatively happy.

If Hermione had any doubts of Severus’ continued ardor for her, he had dispelled them without question. He had also told her passionately as he buried himself repeatedly in her body that she wouldn’t have to give up any of her dreams, that he would be there for her and help her reach her goals. His words affected Hermione like an aphrodisiac or lust potion and the witch responded to him powerfully. He had never experienced so many orgasms from her in so short a time.

Afterwards, as he lay there with the sleeping witch on his chest, Severus wondered if pregnancy affected a witch’s sex drive. If it did, he was in for a very pleasurable next few months. The idea of her rounding up with his child was very arousing to him. She would be even more beautiful to him than she was now.

They ate before disapparating for Little Hangelton, appearing with a crack in front of the cutest little house Hermione had ever seen. There was no way she would have associated the light blue house, white picket fence, flowers, wind chimes and immaculate lawn with the dark wizard. It was just too bright, too homey. No doubt this was all Eli’s work. She walked around the house. It had a nice sized backyard, a patio with a grill on it and a table and chairs, and a lovely, babbling little stream, about half a foot deep flowing past it. No houses bordered it however, it was set off by at least an acre from the nearest home. Severus watched as she inspected the yard, his dark eyes watching her every move. Hermione turned to him.

“What a lovely home you have, Severus,” she said to him smiling.

The wizard looked at her soberly.

“No. What a lovely home we have,” he responded. “Do you think it suitable for a child?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Although we will need a fence to separate the brook.”

“Consider it done,” Severus said, “Let’s go inside.”

Severus and Hermione entered the house through the back door. There was a small foyer with coat hooks that opened on the kitchen. The kitchen was painted a bright cheery yellow, and the sink was by the window that looked out into the back yard. A box of fresh, green herbs sat in the window. A yellow and white table with four chairs sat in the middle of the kitchen, and there was a dishwasher and cooler. There were white cabinets, a pantry and plenty of counter space covered in a speckled yellow marble. The table was set for four with bright, fruit covered dishes, and the floor was tiled and matched the countertops. It was adorable.

“Master! You is home!” squeaked an excited voice.

A house elf bounded up to them, all bows and smiles. It was Eli, Severus’ servant of many years. He grinned at the couple.

“You is not telling me you is coming,” the house elf beamed. He looked at Hermione.

“Hello Miss,” he said rather shyly but looking at her curiously. The Master had never brought a female to his home.

“Eli, this is Hermione. She is going to be living here,” Severus said to the elf.

Eli beamed even more.

“Will Master will be staying as well?” the elf asked excitedly. He doted on Severus and would love for the dark wizard to dwell in the house. It was quite lonely.

“I will be here much more frequently, yes Eli,” Severus replied.

The elf did a little wild jig of joy. Then his brown eyes washed over Hermione again, and he noticed the small bulge. Eli froze, his eyes rising to meet Hermione’s.

“The Miss is with child?” he asked her, quivering.

Hermione looked at the elf.

“Yes, I am Eli,” she responded.

The elf looked from her to Severus and back again. He didn’t dare hope, but he had to ask.

“Is it Master’s child, Miss?” Eli asked in an almost reverent whisper.

“Yes Eli, she carries my child,” Severus answered for her.

The elf burst into tears, his tiny shoulders shuddering.

“A blessing!” he blubbered, “A great and welcome blessing, Master. I prays for this day, when I would have a child to love again!”

He turned his great brown eyes toward Hermione.

“You is most welcome in this house, Miss. Most welcome. I will serve you well, you will wants for nothing, you and the young one, Miss,” he said bowing to her several times, his eyes wet.

“Thank you, Eli,” Hermione said, reaching out and stroking the elf’s head gently. He looked at her with adoration.

“She will be staying in your rooms, Master?” he asked.

Severus looked at Hermione.

“It is up to her, Eli,” he responded.

“Yes, I will be sharing your Master’s bed, Eli,” she responded.

The elf danced about again. His Master had a witch of his own and a child on the way. This was a happy, happy day. He didn’t think to wonder about marriage…house elves didn’t marry, they simply claimed their mates. Clearly his Master had claimed the witch, or he wouldn’t have made her with child and brought her to his home to share his bed.

Severus fished in his pocket and took out the small box of Hermione’s things. He handed them to the elf.

“Here are her things, Eli. As you see they’ve been reduced. Place them in our bedroom. A shipment of maternity clothing and nursery furniture will be arriving either late tonight or early tomorrow. I expect you to oversee the delivery, storage of her clothing and the assembly of furniture. Also there will be painting according to what Hermione wants. You will help her,” Severus said.

Eli was beside himself with joy. He had work to do!

“Yes Master!” Eli said, bowing very low. He looked at Hermione, then at Severus.

“Master, she is with child…another Snape. May I?” the elf asked.

Severus nodded.

Suddenly the elf began to glow golden, and a tendril of light stretched out from the little creature and wrapped around Hermione, who gasped as she was enveloped with warmth. It squeezed her a bit, and she felt as if something had been added to her, then the light snapped back to Eli with a crack of thunder. The elf bowed low to her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” the elf said, rising and looking at her with affection.

Hermione looked at Severus.

“What did he just do?” she asked him, staring at the elf.

“He has bound himself to you because you carry a Snape. He is as much your servant as he is mine now. He will serve you, protect you and even give his life for you if need be.” Severus replied.

“Oh Eli, you didn’t have to do that!” she exclaimed to the elf.

Eli frowned slightly.

“Yes, Mistress. You is mother to a Snape, and therefore a Snape. I is duty-bound to serve you and your child,” the elf said soberly.

“But, I’m not a Snape. I’m not married to your Master,” she said.

The elf waved his clawed hand in negation.

“You is Snape, Mistress. Papers and ceremonies is nothing to house elves. You is bound to him by the child you carries. I is bound to you by the child you carries until I dies,” he said with finality.

Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Severus placed his hand on her arm.

“It’s no use, Hermione. Eli is your servant now. Nothing you can say will change that. You’ll get used to him. He will be a great help to you,” the wizard said, smirking at her. Severus remembered Hermione’s failed crusade for house elf rights. Having one for a servant must rankle her.

Eli looked down at the small box in his hand.

“Eli must go and make the room suitable for Mistress,” he said, smiling at both witch and wizard. Suddenly he winked out.

“Would Mistress like to see the rest of the house?” Severus asked her in a squeaking whining voice that made her scowl blackly at him.

“Severus, you knew this would happen,” she said to him accusingly.

The Potions Master caught her arm.

“Yes, I did,” he agreed, “and it puts my mind at ease to know that when I am not present, Eli will watch over you and help you. And he will make sure you eat properly. You eat like a bird, picking here and picking there. He won’t stand for it. You will have three balanced and square meals a day. He will make you lunch for school as well,” the wizard said as he walked her into the living room.

Like his study at Hogwarts, the living room was covered in bookshelves, more rare titles. Hermione walked over to them, letting out little exclamations as she read the bindings.

“Unlike the books in my study at Hogwarts, you have free access to these tomes. They come with the territory,” he said.

Hermione actually did have free reign of his books at Hogwarts. Severus would glower at her when she took them off the shelves, but he never stopped her from reading them. He would simply mutter about her taking advantage of his desire for her, and let her read.

There was comfortable furniture in the living room, two plush sofas, one large and one small, and two armchairs arranged in front of the fireplace with a small table between them, much like in his study at Hogwarts. There was also a small writing desk and a liquor cabinet. But unlike his study, the room was airy and brightly painted in off-white, and had several large, leafy plants. It also had a huge window to let in natural light which opened on the side of the yard.

Severus led her down a hallway. There was a bathroom off to the right, with a normal sized tub and shower combination, a loo, vanity, sink and mirror, tiled in light blue. Then there were three bedrooms. Severus led her into their bedroom. Eli was there, putting her things away happily.

Hermione was delighted to find it wasn’t furnished in Slytherin colors. It had a huge four-poster bed, a large mirrored dresser and two wardrobes and a walk-in closet. It also had a master bathroom with a huge sunken tub surrounded by scented faucets, a large walk-in shower with a glass door, two sinks, a linen closets full of fluffy towels and shelves full of lotions, shampoos and conditioners.

“I installed a jasmine scented spigot,” Severus said, reaching for a tap and turning it on. The smell of jasmine filled the bathroom as rich lather and water spewed out of the faucet.

Hermione smiled at him. That was very thoughtful.

“There is also a special jasmine scented shampoo I brewed for you myself. You left a few hairs behind in my bed, and I created a shampoo that is specifically for your hair type,” he said, picking up a white bottle and offering it to her.

Hermione opened it. It smelled wonderful.

“Thank you, Severus,” she said. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, leaning her head on his chest. “Thank you for everything.”

The Potions Master wrapped his own arms around the witch reactively. He could feel the little swell of her belly against him, and suddenly felt fiercely protective. He pressed his lips to her temple.

“Hermione, you be sure to tell me or Eli if you need anything. Anything at all. Do you understand me? No hedging about it. I want you lacking for nothing,” he said gruffly as he held her to hide the strong emotions he was feeling.

“All right Severus,” she murmured against his chest. She felt very safe in his arms. She wondered if he were going to stay the night with her.

“Severus, will you be staying the night?” she asked him, pulling back from his embrace.

He looked at her.

“I had intended to return to Hogwarts tonight…but if you’d like me to stay, Hermione…I will,” he said softly. “But if I stay…we’d have to break the bed in.”

Hermione scowled at him as she felt him hardening against her at the thought of it.

“Severus, after all that activity earlier, aren’t you tired? I swear, I think you sneak sips of lust potion or something. The amount of sex you want from me can’t be normal,” she said.

“Well, little Miss know-it-all, do you have any statistics locked away in that brain of yours as to the normal amount of sex a couple engages in?” he asked her sarcastically.

“Actually, there are no hard cold facts on what’s normal,” Hermione replied, a little miffed she couldn’t give him a standard. “But it’s pretty much a given that having a child slows down the sex life,” she said. At least that was something she could present.

“Given by whom?” Severus growled, “I assure you, I will want you child or no child. And will make sure you want me too.”

Hermione snorted back a laugh. Severus was way too intense. But his intensity was quite a turn on for her. She loved being wanted by him.

“The bedroom is ready, Mistress,” Eli said, smiling at both of them in a rather lascivious manner, “shall I turn back the covers?”

It was obvious the elf thought some serious in-outie was going to happen tonight.

Severus gave Hermione a heated look.

“Yes, you may Eli. The Mistress and I need to gather research for some ‘personal statistics,'” he said, smirking down at her.

Eli gave his Master a rather confused look, shrugged and proceeded back into the bedroom to turn down the covers. He also laid out a short silk nightgown for Hermione and a pair of silk boxers for the Master. He doubted either garment would be used, but they were available if needed.

The elf walked back to the bathroom door.

“Will the Master or Mistress be needing anything else?” he asked, bowing.

“No, Eli. You may go,” Severus said, his black eyes locked on Hermione.

“Thank you, Eli,” Hermione said to the elf, who beamed at her.

“No, thank you Mistress. You makes this old elf very happy,” Eli replied, bowing low to her again.

Eli winked out.

“He’s sweet,” Hermione said to Severus.

“You say that now,” the wizard replied, “when he is looking after you, you might change your mind. He is quite determined.”

“I’m sure I can handle him,” she replied as Severus led her to the bedroom. He began to undress her.

“I hope you’re taking notes,” he breathed, a wicked grin on his face.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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