Sev's married life

Apparation is highly likely to be unsafe and dangerous for pregnant women, so when someone proposed to use apparition, it was immediately denied by Mrs. Pangresser.

She glared at Snape viciously, "Don't think I've forgotten, after Hermione was attacked by black magic, when you were asked to be a caretaker, you still allowed her to use magic—apparition, do you know how dangerous it is? "

Snape sat proudly with crossed legs in his Hogwarts office, his voice cadenced, "Well, Bobby, you should trust my magic, especially when it comes to the safety of Mrs. When Miss Ranger"

"Also, we're just here to tell you—we're going on a long journey, and we don't allow other people to make decisions for us," he said bluntly.

With a chubby belly—the size of a watermelon, in what Snape said was the perfect shape—Hermione sat by her husband's hand and rubbed his arm, "Take it easy, Severus, Bobby, I will seriously consider your suggestion, in fact, we are considering making portkeys, you know, we still have a lot of time"——she submitted an application to St. Mungo, hoping that the other party would delay her internship, and Licensed.

Mrs. McGonagall brought the gifts from the professors to the office while everyone was talking, and smiled gently, "Hey, look, there are a lot of honeymoon advice here."

Snape frowned fiercely when he heard about the honeymoon - he expressed disgust at the fact that he was not old enough to use such romantic words.

Hermione happily stood up with her belly puffed out to unwrap the presents, and said loudly and cheerfully, "Hey, Severus, we have a mission for our trip—auuuw, we still have a lot of souvenirs to buy, don't we? It was such a joy to have everyone pick out gifts.”

Snape took a sip of the plain black coffee and complained, "Why isn't it bitter enough?"

"Only you, Severus, like that taste." McGonagall replied with a smile, "When will you come back?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, and moved the corners of his lips happily, "My answer is, never."

"Oh, don't be like this, I'm very sad"

Hermione winked at the two ladies, "Don't worry, he'll be back, the professor isn't fit to be a full-time cook at all, he's the one I've seen who should be a Potions professor"

Snape replied sullenly, "I don't think you have the right to make decisions for your husband"

"Hahaha" Hermione gave him a cheerful smile, bowed her head and kissed the annoyed professor, "I really like you as a professor, more suitable than anyone else. I've been wondering if I still have a chance to see the black The Church of Potions with Rolling Robes”

She whispered in his ear, "Don't you want to teach our children yourself?"

The shadow of childhood is like the scar in Severus' heart.Is there a person who has Severus' potion talent and genius learning ability, that person, regardless of gender, will have a smile brighter than the sun, and a pair of eyes quieter than the night.He or she, smart, sharp, cheerful - such a child can only come from the blood of Severus and Hermione.

Their children must have the coolness of a Slytherin and the grit of a Gryffindor.Their children would bring Severus pride, pride, enthusiasm, joy, just like their mothers, with a high degree of understanding and recognition for their fathers, and deep admiration.

This, Hermione thought, was the best way to make up for Severus' childhood.

Snape grabbed his wife by the waist, hugged her into his arms, put her on his lap, and whispered, "You were sent by Merlin to punish me."

Bobby waved his magic wand, his chubby body twisted, "God, Dumbledore, come and see, this is Severus"

Mrs. McGonagall laughed.

"Are you going on a trip to Egypt? I believe, um, why?"

Hermione sat on Severus' lap generously, "Ancient, mysterious, unknown, er? Are these not enough?"

Madam McGonagall nodded, "I thought Severus would never agree to go to romantic France or beautiful Italy. Egypt is really a very good choice, Hermione"

"Yeah, just thinking I'm going to wrap myself in a beautiful silky scarf, I'm so excited, it's so mysterious and beautiful, I think"

The conversation time passed quickly, and the professors all returned to the church and started busy with their work.

Severus took Hermione's hand and walked leisurely down the corridors of Hogwarts, passing every ghost that said hello.

Hermione looked around happily, "Severus, this place still looks so full of life."

"Hmm, I have to say, I miss it a little too."

"Shall we go to the cellar? I don't know if we can go in now, Severus. What was the cellar like when you left?"

Snape nodded, and turned to stare at Hermione, "Imagine it, ma'am"

Zizi, the snake head on the doorknob, made a happy sound, and she trembled when she suddenly walked into a place without sunlight. Her husband squeezed her hand tightly in front of her.

"Good morning, Professor," she greeted suddenly and briskly, resting her hands on the extremely spacious desk with excitement on her face.

Snape glanced at her, "Today we are going to discuss medical potions, Miss Granger, I hope you have prepared beforehand." He picked up the dusty parchment on the table.

Hermione opened her mouth exaggeratedly, "But, you didn't notify me in advance."

There was a schadenfreude smile on the corner of Snape's mouth - exactly the same expression as two years ago, "So what?"

Hermione pouted, "So what to do, Professor"

Snape cleaned up a place on the desk in the office, added a warming spell, turned around and put his arms around his shoulders, and raised a faint smile - but it was really very happy, "What about meat|compensation?"

"Ah, you really are" Hermione's sigh disappeared in Snape's mouth, and the muscular man carried her to the wide table, squeezed | between her legs, and slammed the wizard's robes on the office On the table, push Hermione down on the table, kiss her graceful neck, and drill into her skirt with calloused fingers, the elegant gentleman asked in a low and charming voice, "Do you need it, my lady, here is our place of love"

Hermione turned her head and cast a Silent Charm and a Locking Charm on the room, and smiled and winked at Snape, "Then you have to hurry up, Professor, it would be too bad if someone came, I mean What are we doing"

"Quick?" Severus narrowed his eyes dangerously, "That's too difficult, ma'am, enjoy yourself" (——fast or something, the professor is not happy)

He opened his robe, revealing his pale and firm chest, hugged the petite Hermione tightly, avoiding her belly, slipped|into her body, and let out a satisfied|sigh.Hermione obediently put her arms around the man's shoulder and pressed it against his ear, her eyes were slightly wet, her long hair was scattered on Severus' shoulder, and the man turned his head to kiss.

As the bell rang for the second time, Severus gathered Hermione's long hair, tied her loosely with a brocade ribbon, pulled the belt up, and sat on the sofa in the cellar with Hermione in his arms, letting his little wife catches her breath

After a while, Snape laughed lowly, and the laughter echoed in the silver-green quiet cellar, and Hermione raised her wet eyes to stare at him.

Snape said, "What if I keep our children locked up here in the future?" He patted Hermione's round belly and said with a smile.

Hermione raised her head and bit his sharp chin, "Then you just told him about the romance of Mom and Dad, hehe"

The author has something to say: Pfft, I hope you don't mind coughing in the office, really, this feeling is amazing.

☆、Chapter 17