A/N: Thank you, ever so much, to those of you who've come on this journey with me. I'm so thrilled that you've enjoyed the story enough to see it all the way through to the end. I adore all of you for taking the time to review. I know some of you are sad to see the end, but take heart. This won't be my last Sevione adventure.

Much love! xx-Kitten.

Bewitch, Ensnare

By Kittenshift17


The first slow, deep thrust was her favourite part of sex, Hermione decided as Severus buried himself to the hilt inside of her, both of them groaning at the exquisite feel of their bodies joining. It felt like coming home after a long day; like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place; like his body was made to be joined with hers.

Pleasure hummed through her veins and she tangled her hands in his hair. A smile pulled at her lips when her wedding ring glittered in the firelight, bright against the inky blackness of his hair. He withdrew slowly, his eyes finding hers as she clenched down, never wanting to let him go. He smirked wickedly before driving into her again, plunging deep and filling her.

Gods, she loved him.

"More?" he asked, arching that single, condescending eyebrow at her in challenge.

"Please," she nodded.

He moved faster, building to a snapping, rapid rhythm that drove deep and withdrew fast only to drive deep again. Gods, she could do this all night. The coiling of pleasure deep inside her tightened with every thrust, moans and expletives tearing from her lips before she pulled his mouth to hers.

The flick of his tongue, feather-light against her own, made her eyes cross behind closed lids. He tasted so sweet, like tea. His scent, so comforting, filled her nose, flooding her senses with herbs, peppermint and fresh tealeaves. Morgana's crows, she couldn't get enough of him. Arching into every stroke, his pelvis ground against her clit in the best way and Hermione saw stars.

Extra sensitive in her condition, the pleasure overwhelmed her and she tore from his lips as a scream tore from her throat, building within her and breaking free with a rush of endorphins and a spasming clenching of her body. He cursed against her neck when the sensations pulled him under, his teeth nipping lightly at her shoulder as he thrust erratically and emptied himself deep inside her.

Hermione smiled contentedly when he rested on top of her, squirming only slightly under his weight to better relieve the pressure on her womb.

"Vixen," he accused when she chuckled softly in her delirious contentment.

"I love you," she replied. She felt him smile against her neck.

"I adore you," he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before lifting himself off of her. Hermione watched him fuss with his wand to clean them both up before he tucked himself into bed beside her.

"Did you get the boys to sleep?" she asked after the three six-year old boys under their care.

"Draco called me 'Dad'," Severus murmured to her, meeting her gaze across the pillows.

"Harry called me 'Mum' yesterday," Hermione smiled.

"I think they're trying it on for size," he mused. "Trying to see how we'll react."

Hermione nodded.

"How did you react?" she asked.

"I was a little shocked," Severus admitted. "He never called Lucius 'Dad'. His parents always insisted on being formal and being called 'Mother' and 'Father'. What did you do when Potter called you 'Mum'?"

"I thought I'd misheard him. He calls me 'Mione' or just 'Mine' so often that I thought he'd mumbled it. As I left the room after kissing him goodnight, he said 'Love you, Mum'."

"Did it bother you?" Severus asked.

"No, not really. It's odd, I suppose. We're not technically their parents and all three of them know that. But I don't mind being called Mum by the three of them. I love them so much they might as well be ours biologically. Did it bother you to be called Dad?"

Severus frowned slightly and Hermione held her breath, waiting for his reaction. He looked thoughtful, debating his feelings on the matter and Hermione couldn't hold in her news any longer. Just as he opened his mouth to answer her, she spoke first.

"Only… well, I really, really hope you don't mind being called 'Dad', Severus. Because you're going to have to get used to it from here on out."

He froze, his eyes darting from her face to the tender hand she smoothed over her currently flat stomach. His eyes bounced between her expression and her stomach, widening slowly but giving nothing of his feelings away.

"You're pregnant?" he breathed.

Hermione nodded, tears filling and overflowing her eyes. She was so nervous about telling him and so excited that she couldn't contain them.

His eyes softened slowly.

"We're going to be parents?" he said. Hermione nodded again, laughing when she saw the wide, brilliant grin spreading across his face.

"How long have you known? When are you due? Fuck, did I crush you, lying on you like that?" he blurted, for the first time in her memory, losing his equilibrium in his excitement.

"I've only known for sure since this morning, I had a test done at St Mungo's. I'm twelve weeks pregnant. And no, you didn't crush me. I… please tell me that you love me and you're not going to panic and stop talking to me?"

He kissed her. His hands encircling her jaw, he kissed her hard on the mouth, stealing her breath and making her toes curl in pleasure.

"I love you," he blurted when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to her. "I fucking love you, Hermione. I'm never going to stop talking to you and if you think for a second that I'm going to be a putz and stop seeing you or that I'll panic over this, your title as Brightest Witch will be revoked."

He kissed her again, swallowing her relieved laughter before crushing her to him in a tight embrace.

"I'm going to be a Dad," he muttered into her hair, cuddling her close.

"You're already a Dad, Severus," she replied. "I can't wait to tell the boys."

"They're in for a shock if they think they're going to be allowed to continue climbing all over you the way they do," he replied.

"Severus Snape, if you try to wrap me in cotton wool for the length of my pregnancy, I swear to Merlin, I will hex you."

"You couldn't if you tried," he retorted before kissing her again.

"Did I mention that I love you?" Hermione asked, curling into his arms and sighing contentedly.

"You can always tell me again."

"I love you. More than anything. Forever."

He snogged her again, stealing her breath and filling her with so much love and happiness, she was sure she was delirious.

"You're mine, witch. Always."

~~~~THE END~~~~