Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 15: More Sex, and What's the Sex?

"What?" Hermione demanded.

She and Lucy were ignoring Snape's unconscious form on the floor.

"I know it's a lot to take in..."

"You know? How could you possibly know? Have you had four babies?"

"Well, no, but I..."

"No. I don't want talk to you anymore. Severus, we're leaving," she snapped.

He moaned, and sat up.

"Get up! I don't want to be here another minute!"

Tears were streaming down her face now.

Snape stood up, and walked over to her. He was surprised when she launched herself at him and started sobbing into his shoulder.

He motioned for Lucy to leave the room for a minute.

He held her close to him while she cried on and on. Finally, the sobs stopped, and she just quietly clung to him.

"Hermione, I am so sorry that I got you into this mess," he murmured soothingly.

She ripped herself away from him.

"What? Are you saying that you don't want our babies?" she demanded.

"No, that's not what I said! I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this because it's obviously upsetting for you."

"I'm not upset," she said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

He just looked at her, unsure of what to say.

She looked down at her stomach and put her hands on top of it.

Were there really four babies inside of her?

She jumped when Snape suddenly covered her hands with his own.

Hermione raised her head to look at him and he quickly leaned forward to claim her lips.

She moaned, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

It felt so right.

Then he pulled back and ruined it all.

"You'll have to marry me now," he said, smirking.

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"I can't move," Ginny moaned as she lay next to Draco on the last night of their honeymoon.

Draco just grunted in reply. From this position, she had a very good view of his nice rump.

She grinned as she remembered the Tigger incident a few days ago.

It had taken a while to calm Draco down, but in the end he decided not to press charges for being fondled and Tigger wouldn't press charges for being assaulted.

Ginny had had to suffer through three more rides on Space Mountain before Draco would stop whining.

They had spent the last three days walking every inch of Disney World, and it was huge! Now, they were so tired and sore, they couldn't even muster the strength to get into the Jacuzzi.

Ginny was finally able to roll over onto his back.

She hurt, but she didn't want to spend the last night of their honeymoon sleeping.

She sat up, straddling him, and began rubbing his shoulders.

Her bare legs were pressed against his bare sides, and Ginny sighed at the contact.

She was only wearing a t-shirt, and her underwear, while he was just in a pair of boxer shorts.

Draco moaned loudly as she slowly worked her way down his back, loosening knots.

She stood up on the bed, then bent down, and began tugging his boxers down his legs.

His head shot up and he turned to look at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Well, Draco, I'm jealous. I mean I'm your wife and Tigger has gotten to play with your ass more than I have," she teased.

He scowled, but laid his head back down, and lifted his hips so she could remove them easier.

She continued her massage, enjoying being able to touch him this way. His perfect ass felt great under her hands, so smooth and pale. She grinned suddenly as an idea occurred to her.

"If I asked you to, would you get a tattoo on your bum that says, 'Property of Genevra Malfoy'?" she asked with a giggle.

He chuckled, and that caused his muscles to tighten.

She spent a lot of time on his butt, before reluctantly moving down his legs and on to his feet.

Ginny got off the bed, and rolled him onto his back.

He was very happy to see her.

She grinned at him, removed her shirt and underwear, then jumped back onto the bed and straddled him again.

For the front of his body she used her tongue more that her hands, and soon Draco wasn't so tired anymore.

He gasped, and threaded his hands through her hair when she slipped him into her mouth.

After a few minutes of merciless teasing on her part, she let him go then slipped back up his body to give him a kiss.

Rising back up, she straddled him again, this time lowering herself onto his erection.

They both moaned.

She rode him hard, relishing the fact that she was in control.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he shouted her name, and exploded inside of her.

She fell forward on him, licking and nipping at his neck.

When he finally got his breathing under control, she said, "Okay, my turn!"

He groaned.

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"I said go away!" Hermione shouted at the timid knock on her locked bedroom door.

"Hermione? It's Joyce. I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

Hermione blushed and opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Joyce, I thought you were Severus."

"I know. That's actually why I'm here. He owled me."

Hermione offered her a seat and some tea, and then sat herself across from the other woman, wondering what to say.

"So, Severus tells me he has bionic sperm," Joyce casually commented.

Hermione spit out her tea and looked at the other woman in horror.

"He actually said that?"

"No, all he said was that you were having quadruplets," she said, giggling.

"I tell you, Hermione, when you decide to do something, you go all the way don't you?"

Hermione laughed good-naturedly then turned desperate eyes to Joyce.

"Severus wants me to marry him, but I'm not sure that's what I want. What do I do?"

Joyce studied her for a minute before speaking.

"Why don't you want to marry him? Is it because you don't love him?"

Hermione sighed, and shook her head.

"No, it's because he doesn't love me."

"How do you know that he doesn't love you?"

"Well, he's never said that he does. And he only touches me so he can feel the baby, er babies. I mean, it's obvious that he's not attracted to me."

"Perhaps he's holding back? Maybe he thinks he'd scare you away?"

"Why would he think that?"

"Oh, Hermione, you know what he's like. Everyone thinks that he's a mean, old, greasy, git."

Hermione stood up angrily.

"I don't think that!"

"Does he know that?"

"Surely he does..."

"Have you ever told him how you felt about him?"

Hermione silently shook her head and sat back down.

"I can't tell you what to do. But maybe if you gave it a chance, it wouldn't be as horrible as you're thinking."

The sat in contemplative silence for a moment.

"Well, I actually didn't come here to offer relationship advice. Severus mentioned that you left the hospital before finding out the sex of your babies? I can find out for you, if you'd like."

"Oh, I'd like that. Wait, he should be here."

"Go lie down on the bed, and I'll get him."

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Ginny ran her arms down Draco's as he pounded into her. Her long legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. She snaked an arm around him so that she could grab his ass, and he smirked at her.

"You just can't keep your hands off it, can you?" he panted in between thrusts.

"I'm addicted," she said, breathlessly.

He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking what his lower body was doing.

She moaned and arched her back as she felt her orgasm build.

"Please..." she murmured with unfocused eyes.

He slipped a hand between her legs, and Ginny was soon screaming his name in ecstasy. He followed with a shout and collapsed on top of her.

"That's it Gin. Anymore will kill me," he said, rolling off of her.

"Death by sex," she giggled.

He pulled her over so that she was laying half on top of him.

This was Ginny's favorite part. Lying naked against him, rubbing a hand across his smooth, nearly hairless chest while he kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair. It felt so good.

"We have to go back tomorrow," Ginny commented.

"I know. Hopefully we'll be left alone."

"I wonder how Hermione and Snape are doing. She should know what she's having by the time we get back."

"Hmm."

"Draco? I've been thinking, about having kids? I don't want a lot, and they say it's different when it's your own, so maybe we could think of having one soon? Just see how it goes?"

"Well, as long as we can return it if we're not satisfied."

She gave him a hard pinch on the ass.

"Ouch, woman I swear, my ass hasn't had this much attention in years!"

She raised an eyebrow in question.

"You don't want to know."

She lifted a hand and ran it through his silky hair.

"I want a little boy with white-blond hair, and gray eyes," she told him.

"Well, I want a little girl with fire-red hair, and brown eyes," he said grinning.

"We'll just have to make do with what we get, then."

They sealed it with a kiss.

"But Gin?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we at least wait until tomorrow before we start trying?"

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Joyce cast the same spell that Lucy had, and was now studying the picture projected on the wall.

Snape was standing next to her, trying to make sense of the images to no avail.

"Here's one," she said outlining a fetus.

"It's a girl. This one is a girl too. And, so is this one. This one's hard to tell, Hermione roll toward us just a bit. There we go. Congratulations, you're having four little girls!"

End Chapter 15