Sev's married life

The dance lasted until midnight before Severus finally escaped the spotlight.

He casually tore off his collar, stood in the garden and took a deep breath, inhaling the cool spring into his chest and lungs to clear his mind. He looked up at the extraordinarily bright moon, his black eyes moved slightly.

Hermione napped against the bed rail until someone walked in.

"Why don't you take off your clothes?" Snape asked - don't think he hadn't heard her murmur several times that the wedding dress was too heavy.

Hermione rubbed her eyes, stretched out her hand, "Come here"

"Hmm, don't think you can call me that because you're Mrs. Snape," he said, walking up to her and looking down at Hermione.

"I want you to help me take off my wedding dress, how about it, my husband, would you do it for me?"

With a faint smile on Snape's face, he made an inviting gesture to her and bowed slightly, "It's my honor, my lady."

His callused fingers landed on her shoulders, rubbing her skin gently, causing her to tremble.He lowered his head, his eyes were dark, dancing with charming firelight, and he brushed his lips against Hermione's, firm and persistent.

With her arms around Severus' neck, Hermione lay down on the silky big bed, her hands were busy on his chest, and she complained softly, "There are too many buttons on this shirt."

"Silly woman, haven't you learned how to unbutton my clothes?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I'm just complaining about the buttons, I want to see your chest bare in front of me, understand, sir."

Severus put his hand on Hermione's stomach and gave a low smile, while pressing the other hand on Hermione's plump chest, rubbing it, the fire in his eyes getting hotter and hotter.

God, he's so perfect.Hermione swallowed, Severus was simply the most perfect man in her eyes, of course, a large part of this was because she loved everything about him.

Hermione let out a groan, and when Severus kneaded the rosy spot on her chest with two fingers, the man said in a low voice, "There will be milk overflowing here in the future"

Hermione blushed, tightened her legs, and glared at the man angrily, "Severus, what do you want?"

"What do I want, my dear woman, can't you guess?"

Hermione snorted twice, pressed his head down, pressed it against her chest, and raised her beautiful neck, "It's better, let you do what you want."

"Hermione..." He sighed, bent his legs and opened her body, and put his palm on her abdomen, "It's been three months."

"Yes, our baby is three months old, and you'll be able to see it soon." Hermione panted slightly.

Severus smiled in satisfaction, his fingers shuttled, pierced, provoked, teased, among her buds, and continued to talk to her, "I'll be very worried"

Hermione held tightly to Severus' arm propped on the bed, "Well, don't worry, you'll be the best husband ever. Severus, shall we speed up?"

The professor glanced at the time, smiled heavily, and touched Hermione with his scorching body, "No, but it may take a long time" as he said, sinking himself into her body, attracting two The man let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"I think this is the end of the conversation, what do you think?" Severus raised his upper body, kissed Hermione's lips, and opened his mouth on her lips, his dark eyes melting into the night.

Hermione panted slightly, trying to adapt to his size and scorching heat, panting, "I, that's what I meant."

Dawn has finally opened up over England.

The candles lit in the Prince Manor surrounded by the fragrance of flowers were burning with candle tears. Curt put away the candles and opened the curtains, and the room was suddenly surrounded by a bright halo.

Looking at the carriage running on the straight road, he frowned slightly, and stood in front of the window with his back straight.

Snow, the house elf, appeared and bowed to him respectfully, "Mr. Randy, do you want me to prepare breakfast for the master?"

Curt watched the luxuriously dressed carriage getting closer and closer, sighing and nodding, "Go, Snow."

The man sitting in the carriage is Wally Prince, a child of Mr. Prince’s younger brother’s family—after Mr. Prince drove the insider out, until his death, Prince’s manor was invisibly taken over by Wally. Prince accepted.

Wally Prince was cunning and smooth by nature, but his talent for potions was mediocre. He naturally transformed himself into the master of Prince. This made the dead Mr. Prince furious, but there was nothing he could do—— The hope was on Severus - but he had no intention of it.

"Mr. Cotter, I trouble you to take care of the manor during the few days I've been away." He bent down gently, his slightly dark blond hair flaunting in the morning light.

"Mr. Prince, you are welcome, the manor is my responsibility." He stepped back and bowed, "If possible, I will leave first."

"Ok"

After Curt left, Wally Prince spread out his palms, and a letter floated in his palms, and the faint blue firelight made his eyes deeper.

He lightly burned the envelope with a smile on his lips.

Potions Master at Hogwarts?

After a good night's sleep, Hermione finally got back to work on the third day of the wedding.

Mrs. Bunander properly handed over Hermione's work - her pregnancy reaction has reached a stable stage, as long as she pays attention to it, there will be no problem.

Cheerful greeted everyone in St. Mungo's, and received many blessings. When she passed the door, she happened to see Astoria and Drake saying goodbye.

"Oh, what did I see?" Hermione teased.

Draco smiled at him gracefully, "Charming lady, you just saw a young man starting a relationship"

Hermione let out a low laugh, "Draco, I thought you'd be furious."

Draco shrugged, "Obviously, you're wrong, ma'am."

Hermione waved, "Okay, okay, call me Hermione. Have you started writing your thesis yet, Draco? What did your therapist say?"

"Not yet, but I probably already know the content. Hermione, it doesn't matter, this is what we interns will hand in, like homework. I guess you will miss Hogwarts homework very much?"

Hermione smiled, "Yes."

Snape received Mrs. McGonagall's cat head and asked him to help substitute for Potions class as a temporary professor-Professor McGonagall still misses his days very much.

Snape refused without hesitation. He was preparing a new type of potion for a research institute. This kind of work made him more free - of course, he still had a wife and children to take care of, which was more convenient.

After Hermione's roster for St. Mungo's work was arranged, she helped Mrs. Bunander as usual and got the marks she needed.

Neither Hermione nor Severus planned to start their honeymoon after their wedding - the professor thought it was a waste of time - and it was out of character for Hermione to delay St. Mungo's work because she was pregnant.

After half a month of silence, Hermione suddenly received a letter from the Prince Manor—maybe even pure-blood nobles don't like to use owls? — Hermione opened the envelope as she thought, and the contents surprised her.

It's Kirtlandy's plea for help.

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☆、Chapter 13