Sev's married life

"Hermione, I want to correct you a little bit." Snape floated a book in front of him, and while he was busy flipping through it, he chatted with Hermione, "I may not be the one who can help him."

Hermione, who was about to sit between the books, paused and blinked, "Sir, I can't think of anyone else but you."

Snape let out a contented laugh.

Hermione raised her ears, "Severus?"

Snape turned a page with his wand, "The book here is really interesting and useful - you can't guess it has given me a lot of inspiration - about the making of potions."

"Oh, Severus, do you remember what you're doing here?" she said dryly.

Snape gave that smile - the kind you'd see a Gryffindor hapless in Potions class - with genuine pleasure, "Of course, my lady. But I also remember that I was because Who just came here."

In the book, Hermione tried hard to turn over this page - but the one holding her was too big - maybe she was too small for her to turn over at all.Hermione looked sadly at the words she had already memorized backwards. With so many books—several Severus said there were still many banned books, she really wanted to read that one carefully.

In the vast and boundless cellar study, more and more books were floating with dark golden light, they surrounded Snape as if consciously, and the lettering on the thick pure black cover revealed the imprint of annual rings.Each book is like a wonderful journey, containing countless stories and meanings that interest him and make him tireless.

Severus also placed the tomes of interest on the other side - which included the ones he hadn't read, the ones he'd seen less often, the more complete editions, the ones he needed to read, and the kind Hermione should read.

The dark golden light emanating from the books made Snape feel the replenishment of magic power. His black pupils watched every book that passed in front of him, and his sharp eyes shone with wisdom——Hermione really deserved this Time to see her mr.How charming it is - the black wizard's robe flutters like waves in the halo, the straight and solid back exudes reliable warmth, and the tight lips show an inadvertent smile.

He stood in the vast and boundless study, and she was among the pages, chatting without any scruples, doing everything Severus wanted to do - read and accompany Hermione.

Until he opened a book wrapped in kraft paper and opened the hidden button, the woman slowly bloomed in the smoked yellow pages.

Severus held out his hand, and Hermione lifted the skirt into his hand, and as the book left, the spell on Hermione began to wear off.

He hugged his wife tightly from one hand to two, and Severus put his arms around Hermione's waist, leaned into her and planted a light kiss on her lips, before placing her on top of the large floating book , Squeezing | between her legs, pulling her body down, rolling on her lips, kissing, penetrating |, evoking his familiar smell entangled |.

His wide and soft hands stroked from her back and slid down to her abdomen—there was obviously bulging, which made him fondle admiringly and was full of life.

"Feel it?" Hermione pressed her forehead against his, gasping softly.

Severus' hand paused, touched her belly lightly, closed his eyes, his long hair fell on his high nose bridge, Hermione was bewitched, held his head, looked at her husband carefully, kissed His eyebrows, aquiline nose.

"The child moved." There was obvious surprise in Severus' words, he looked down, but couldn't see anything, so he had to put his palm on it again.

"Well, I've felt it these days too. Severus, I'm hungry"

"Well, you still know about this."

"I want to eat your cooking."

"No more. I think I should teach you a lesson and let you know that you shouldn't disobey your husband."

"But, Severus, it's our baby who's hungry. In fact, I can accept your punishment. But you know, our little baby did nothing wrong. What do you think?" Hermione smiled brightly at him .

Severus cursed under his breath, reluctantly pulling out the tightly packed dinner from his pocket.

Hermione happily took it, sat on the largest book, and motioned Severus to come over and leaned on his shoulder, complaining happily, "My back is tired, Severus, this The stomach is too big."

Severus stroked and kneaded her shoulders with his big hands, "I don't think you mind if we hide here for a while? I'm very interested in the books here, and there are even many banned books that Hogwarts doesn't have."

Hermione fed a mouthful of rice into Severus' mouth, "Never mind. I want to read it too. Can you tell me something I can listen to. Also, Severus, if it's a banned book, I Hope you're careful. Though I don't mind my husband being more knowledgeable"

Severus laughed softly, draped the wizard robes over Hermione's shoulders, let her lean on his shoulders and smelled her forehead.

In the Prince Manor, Draco and Wally Prince stood face to face—without imaginary constraints, Draco was very familiar with the etiquette and environment among the nobles.

He sat gracefully where the guests left, waiting reservedly and politely for Snape to appear.

Wally Prince, who was sitting opposite Drake, seemed a little anxious, even though he calmly held the red wine and stared expressionlessly at the cold and arrogant young nobleman in front of him.

On the other side of Prince Manor, countless galleries began to chatter and quarrel.

In the portrait extending to the end, Mrs. Prince looked at her husband worriedly, "Shall we let it go?"

"It's not something we can help. Don't worry"

Mrs. Prince nodded worriedly, "Sir, Severus is actually a good boy."

Mr. Prince moved his beard, and there was a gentle look in his dark pupils. He patted his wife's hand, "So did his mother. You know, I have regretted letting our daughter leave countless times. Even She has her persistence, but we miss her life with Severus."

The author has something to say: the honeymoon trip has begun.

☆、Chapter 15