Severus' Revenge

AN: Thanks to blue artemis for doing the beta!

Severus' Revenge

Roughly nine months after Severus gave in…

‘Severus Snape, as soon as this is over, I’m going to KILL you!’ screeched Hermione as another painful contraction ripped through her body. After almost fifteen hours of labour, she was exhausted and more than a little upset that the Healers had taken her wand and given it to her -- well to Severus -- as soon as she had checked into the hospital.

‘My dear,’ Severus said, gritting his teeth to block out the pain she was inflicting on his poor, innocent hand, ‘I don’t really wish to apportion blame at this point, but had you thought your plan through a little more thoroughly, it may have occurred to you that jumping me when you were not on The Potion may well have led to this result. You must learn to grin and bear it.’

‘Get OUT!’ she screamed, taking the time to fling one arm (the one not mutilating his fingers) in the general direction of the door.

‘Shan’t,’ he drawled, looking supremely unconcerned even while the Healers shot him disapproving frowns.

*****

A few hours later, when Hermione was beaming with delight as she gently rocked their new baby daughter, Severus deemed it appropriate to broach the next items on his personal agenda.

‘Hermione, my love? How would you feel about getting married some time this summer?’

‘Oh, Severus,’ she choked, through what he hoped were tears of joy, ‘that sounds lovely. We really should give Rose the best chance of growing up in a happy family.’

Excellent. Now it was time for his last point.

‘Erm, about that, my dear, I took the liberty of filling out a Birth Certificate and took it for registration while you were sleeping,’ he said, pulling said parchment out of a pocket in his robes.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. ‘Give that to me,’ she hissed.

A brief glance at the parchment was enough to ignite a burning rage in the new mother.

‘Lucilla Rose?’ she queried, keeping her voice dangerously low only so as not to wake the baby.

‘Yes. You see, I lost a bet to Lucius in my youth, and I felt bound to honour it. I didn’t think you would mind the change.’

Hermione’s voice raised quite a few decibels when she replied. ‘You named our baby girl after Lucius Malfoy?!’

When the baby stirred, Hermione looked concerned and lowered her voice back to the dangerously soft pitch.

‘Give me my wand, Severus. Engaged or not I’m going to make you wish you had never been born!’

It was time for him to make an exit.

‘See you tomorrow, my love,’ he said, kissing her on the cheek while she continued to glare at him. ‘I promise you can name the next one.’

AN: I know that strictly speaking, the female form of Lucius is Lucia – but I liked Lucilla better.