Sev's married life

Everything in the cellar was as cold, dark, and gloomy as when he left.But here, he stayed for 15 years.

The slender fingers brushed the cool test tube, the quill.

"Hmm, looks just as bad," Snape muttered.

"Severus, get back to your work." McGonagall kindly reminded, "You don't know what a headache it is to teach a group of sick students. My poor child"

Snape nodded reluctantly, "Okay. I just want to get out of here soon, Minerva, you know, I hate Hogwarts."

McGonagall smiled, "Severus, I suggest you go see Bobby, she has had a headache for a long time, by the way, there are many students you 'hate' in the infirmary."

"Got it. I never knew you were so verbose."

The flu is everyone's fear, even wizards.

Snape was familiar with every kind of potion, walked slowly to the greenhouse, and probably knew at a glance what was needed to improve the cold medicine.He thought wickedly, this time he didn't know how it tasted—he refused to drink it anyway.

Sure enough, his appetite was spoiled by Hogwarts house elves.But even so, he was willing to try to make it himself - after all, Hermione said that he would try 'new things' - thinking of someone's craftsmanship, Snape raised his eyebrows, there was room for improvement.

Poppy was delighted that Snape was willing to return to Hogwarts to make potions.This flu is as difficult to deal with as achnatherum splendens, and it is endless.

"Oh, Severus, thank you so much." Poppy took his wand and cleaned the sick student up - flu symptoms, vomiting, dizziness, stuffy nose.

Snape said dryly, "Maybe St. Mungo's more willing to pay me more"

Bobby frowned and looked at him angrily, "This is more valuable than money"

"Oh, well, you look like someone," he curled his lips and muttered softly.

"Ms. Poppy, I'm very sad." A third-year student was lying on the bed, his wizard robes pulled up to reveal his white belly.

Poppy took the potion from Snape's hand and made him drink it.

The kid had met the professor in first year, and Snape was impressive, looking at him with some fear.

Snape frowned, "I'm assuming you won't be poisoned to death by the potion, but I don't think you'll be fine either."

"Don't listen to him, drink quickly." Mrs. Poppy glared at Snape - the latter raised his eyebrows indifferently.

As Snape said, the potion left in his mouth made the poor boy almost want to vomit.His face turned from pale to green, and smoke came out of his ears.

But after Bobby checked it with his wand, he was very satisfied with the result.

Snape stayed in the infirmary every day while drinking coffee, watching the prophet wrapping paper, and admiring the pain of every student who drank the potion.

At this point Hermione would laugh and say - Severus, you are so funny, this is not right.Are you so happy to see other people suffering—he frowned, remembering that Hermione seemed to have not contacted him for a few days, and narrowed his eyes angrily.

"Severus, you really don't want to come back. I thought you were happy here," Poppy said.

"Well, although I don't want to talk about my privacy, but to be able to be with Miss Granger, of course, this is her wish - to be more intimate, I don't think Hogwarts is an ideal place for a date."

Bobby smiled softly, looking at the slightly smiling Snape.

Professor McGonagall hurried in, followed by a silver hound - Ron's Patronus - which Snape found extremely ugly.

"Severus, Mr Veles said Miss Granger passed out at St Mungo's"

Snape's hand holding the coffee trembled and it slapped down on the table.

"I think you should go and see..." Before McGonagall could say anything, there was an explosion on the spot, and Snape disappeared, leaving only her and Mrs. Poppy looking at each other.

Snape had seen Hermione lying on the bed, and he had played with the long blond hair in his hand for a long time.

"Mr. Snape, why are you here?" Mrs. Brunander, the therapist, had just put away her wand when she turned to see Snape with a gloomy expression, "St. Mungo's potion—"

"How is she?"

"Oh, you're asking about Miss Granger." Bnander was a little embarrassed and angry, "I think it's best to let Miss Granger's boyfriend know first."

Snape sullenly, waited for Ron, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you read Wizard Weekly" - he and Hermione were photographed when they first started dating.

Bnander grinned, "Aumm, so it's true."

Snape gritted his teeth, "Say it."

"Uh huh, Miss Granger is pregnant. St. Mungo's been too busy these days, she has no time to rest, she's too tired, she's sleeping now. It's been four weeks, Mr. Snape doesn't know --"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the girl who was sleeping on the side of the bed, her face was pale, the lips he had kissed were a little dry, and he once woke up in a dream to sleep on the person next to him.

Ron felt his chest tremble, and he tasted bitterness after savoring it carefully.

Snape went up to pick up the girl, and she unconsciously found a place in his arms, with its tight fit, soft wizard robes and firm chest.

"You bastard, don't you know contraception?" Ron yelled at him.

Snape turned to him blankly for a while, "She's my wife" and then looked at Bnander, took a deep breath, "I'm going to take her away. Please—ask for leave on her behalf"

Bnander nodded, "Well, Mr. Snape, are you willing to provide the flu potion you gave to the students at Hogwarts, this will surely heal the people who have followed it faster. And, I can also allow Granger to Miss, rest for a few more days."

Snape was a little angry, but still nodded and disappeared with a snap.

Ron was too frustrated to say a word.

Mrs. Bunander patted him on the shoulder, "boy, I know you too"

Apparated to Spider's End, Snape took Hermione into his house - the queen of Gryffindor seemed to dislike too much Slytherin-style decoration - but he thought, she fell in love with him, It is the biggest acceptance of Slytherin.

He carefully touched Hermione's face with his fingers, only trembling slightly.

He had no idea why this girl liked him at all.He didn't know that he would also be infected by her, and fell in love with all the feelings she brought him.

This kind of wonderful experience was three years ago, and he almost didn't even dare to think about it.

He enjoyed the casual intimacy with her in the cellar, liked her loudly contradicting himself, liked her charming smile, Merlin, he was so obsessed with this girl.

Snape remembered what he had been thinking about a few days ago, his hands with distinct phalanges interlaced on his lap, he leaned against the bed, looking down at the beautiful girl.

He leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her forehead.

Hermione slept through the day, or so she thought.

She moved her neck, "I slept so well."

"Does Miss Granger like to talk to herself? It will make you more mysterious, I guess." Snape stood by the door wearing only a white shirt with the neckline slightly open.

He only called her Granger when he was in a good mood or very bad, but Hermione guessed at a glance that the old man must be in a very good mood.

"Hmm, I think I passed out while working, oh no, fell asleep," Hermione said with certainty.

Snape walked over to give her a cup, "Drink"

"Oh." She drank it without asking, and then stuck out her tongue and licked her lips after drinking, "It tastes good. It's not easy to come from your hands."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "The poison is also delicious. Otherwise, how could I let you drink it?"

Hermione beckoned to him, put her arms around his neck, kissed him, and gave him a sweet kiss, "What time is it?"

"It's already eight o'clock. To be exact, it's eight o'clock in the evening."

"Oh, damn it, St Mungo's must be busy right now, I can't just leave by myself."

Snape grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "Woman, you fainted. I sent you back."

"Humm, I should thank you then." She broke into a big smile, "but I think I'm done, maybe I should go back again," Hermione said as she got dressed.

Snape took her arm and pulled her further into his arms, stroking her blond hair.

"Severus?"

"Huh?" She felt that he was very wrong.

"what happened to you?"

Snape lowered his head, rubbed his fingers over her lips, and raised her chin, "Dear girl, you are pregnant, do you know?"

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☆、Chapter 4