This is a two-parts fanfiction. Like Don't Give Up On Us, I wrote it a few weeks ago, but I didn't post it. I spent some time today to fix it, to add things, etc. So here it is. Of course, none of these characters are mine, I just play with them.

Warning: smut ahead. ;)

To Build A Home

1/4

"Congratulations!"

The whole room exploded in cheers, and hugs and congratulations were in order. Ron ruffled his red hair, an embarrassed smile on his face. He took Lavender's hand in his, and squeezed it gently. The young woman let Molly Weasley give her a hug, before wiping a tear on her cheek.

"Don't cry, darling, it's an amazing thing that you're pregnant!," Ron's mother comforted her, and Lavender nodded quickly.

"Of course, it is, I couldn't be happier, actually. It's just that I'm so emotional these days, I guess that it's all because of the pregnancy," she explained with wet eyes.

Molly gave her a comprehensive smile, before turning to her younger son to take him in her arms.

"Ronald Weasley... I'm sure that you're going to be a wonderful father, trust me," she whispered next to his ear, a proud expression into her eyes.

"Blimey, Ron," George interrupted them in a laughter, "I'd never have thought that you'd become a father before our dear Charlie," he concluded with a wink at his older brother.

The Dragon Tamer shook his head, casually seated a few feet from his other siblings. Ginny went to congratulate Lavender and Ron, and the latter sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Ginny. I know that it wasn't the best moment to announce it to the whole family, with your wedding with Harry in a few days, but..."

"Don't worry, big brother," she said before hugging him. "Actually, I think that it's better that you said it today; I wouldn't be that nice if you'd say it during my wedding."

Standing next to the kitchen, Hermione was looking at the wonderful scene that was taking place right in front of her eyes. She had this disenchanted smile on her lips, and she held on tighter on her cup of hot tea. At twenty-nine-year-old, Ronald Weasley, the man who was her best friend since her schooling years, would be a father in a couple of months. Hermione had noticed the slight bump of Lavender Brown a few weeks ago, but she had kept her mouth shut then; it wasn't her role to announce it to the whole family.

Her eyes were still focused on the happy couple, surrounded by Ron's whole family. Ron and Lavender were hands in hands, as usual, and Hermione noticed how amazing they were together. To be honest, she hadn't been that thrilled by this relationship when they had started dating after the War. Lavender had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts, but, fortunately, she hadn't been bitten by the terrible werewolf. Ron had spent some time to heal her, trying to forget about his brother's death at the same time, and they had found comfort in each other.

And now, ten years later, they were about to become parents.

A few inches from the couple, Harry and Ginny were gravitating around them like one human being, Harry caressing his future wife's back, in a gesture full of love and pride; he was proud to be with this amazing woman who had changed his life since the end of the War, and proud to marry her in less than a week.

Hermione jumped when she felt a hand rested onto her shoulder, and she misguidedly spilled some of her tea on the wooden floor.

"Damn it," she cursed through clenched teeth before taking her wand into her hand and cleaning the mess that she had done. "You scared me, Severus."

The Potions Master stood still next to her. "I am afraid of being late, I'm sorry," he drawled, and Hermione gave him a side glance, noticing that he was looking at the family reunion that was occurring in the middle of the living room.

He didn't utter a single word, as if he was trying to understand what was happening in front of his eyes without asking it to Hermione.

Suddenly, Ron's eyes met Hermione's, and the young woman walked towards him, smiling. She put her cup of tea on the coffee table next to her, and took him into her arms. She sighed, her head buried in Ron's neck. She was truly happy for him, of course. But somehow, seeing him that happy reminded her some things that she didn't want to think about. She then took Lavender into her arms, congratulating both of them for their upcoming child.

"It's kind of... unexpected, isn't it?," Hermione asked, and she noticed that Lavender shook her head.

"Not really, to be honest. We are trying since last year, and... well, it took some time, but we finally did it. I'm in the beginning of my third month," she explained.

"I'm going to calm down with my Auror career," Ron continued. "Lavender needs me at home, and I don't think that travelling through the world while my girlfriend is pregnant is a good idea."

"Girlfriend?," Molly replied to this statement, her eyebrow raised. "Don't you plan to become husband and wife before the child birth?"

Lavender made a face, and squeezed Ron's hand harder in hers. "Well, Molly, I don't really want to marry with a big belly, you know... But," she added when she saw the Weasley's matriarch frowning, "I think that we'll going to have a wedding right after, won't we, Ron?"

Hermione saw Ron becoming red, and he swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, of course, it's something that we're going to do, for sure," he said quickly, and Molly's face softened in a second.

When the atmosphere in the living room seemed to calm down a little, Hermione looked at Severus, who was still next to the kitchen, his left arm casually rested on the door frame. His eyes were focused on her, and he gave her a smile. While she headed towards him, Molly's voice resonated through the whole house.

"And what about you, Hermione? Do you and Severus plan to settle down after all these years? If you want my opinion, it's time."

Hermione froze in place, and she noticed that Severus' expression darkened.

"I agree with mum, Hermione," Ron added without noticing his friend's trouble, "I know that we weren't that fond of your relationship in the first place, but you're thirty now, don't you want to have the whole package?," he finished with a naïve smile.

Hermione tried to smile back at them, but it wasn't easy. "Oh, you know, I'm really busy at work right now, I don't think that it's the best moment to think about all of this," she lied. "Moreover, we're all really busy with a child and a future wedding, aren't we?"

"Sure, we are," Severus added suddenly, in his usual baritone tone, the one that he had used during his years as a teacher at Hogwarts. Everybody remained silent, realizing that it wasn't a discussion that Severus or Hermione wanted to have.

Embarrassed and aware that she had been the one that had talked about this in the first place, Molly cleared her throat and made a few glasses of Butterbeer appear on the coffee table.

"Well, well, it's time to celebrate!"

XxX

When they Apparated home a few hours later, Hermione and Severus tried to avoid each other as much as possible. Hermione tried to clear her mind by reading a book in their personal library, comfortably seated in the huge sofa that Severus had chosen a few years earlier. To her great surprise, he had good taste when it comes to interior decoration, and she had gladly let him take care of this part of their fitting out. She had never been that fond of these kind of things, to be honest. To Hermione's eyes, the most important was to have a place to stay, a place to work, and a place to sleep; everything else wasn't essential. It has been four years that they were living together, after two years of dating.

Six years prior, Hermione, working as the Junior Minister of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, had asked for Severus Snape's help, who was, at the time, living far from the Wizarding World. But she had managed to make him come back, arguing that they needed him; a lot of potions had been distributed to the Wizards, on bad purpose, and no one knew what to do. Obviously, they needed to fix it, by giving to the poisoned wizards some cure, but no one knew what the cure was.

And Severus Snape had helped them. Severus and Hermione had grown close since then, and they were now in a relationship, or something like that. Hermione sighed, wondering what was the real nature of their relationship. Of course, they were living together, they were having sex together, and all sort of things. But now, four years after having moved together, Hermione didn't know what to thing. Severus was a secrete person, and he had been like that since the beginning of their relationship. Sure, he loved her, as much as she loved him, even if they didn't say it to each other every day; was it necessary, after all?

Hermione loved to wake up next to his body, to kiss him slowly before beginning her day at the Ministry; she loved to cuddle with him in the sofa, even if Severus had been reluctant to do so in the beginning; she loved to see him work in his personal laboratory, to see his soft hands manipulate extremely dangerous ingredients with so much talent that she was almost jealous. She loved him.

Their relationship hadn't been easy to swallow by her family, and her friends. Her parents hadn't understood why she was with someone so older than Hermione was, while her friends, along with the whole Weasley's family, had wondered what she had seen in Severus to fall so deeply in love. But it was so obvious to her eyes: Severus was a true gentleman, he cared for her and loved her for what she truly was: a bookworm fond of her job at the Ministry. She had never asked him for more; but now that she wanted more, she didn't know what to do.

Seeing Ron, Lavender, Harry and Ginny so happy to take this next step in their relationship had been a blessing. But Hermione couldn't help but think that she wanted the same, in a way. She wanted the "whole package", as Ron had so subtly said it a few hours earlier. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger, thirty-year-old, would have wanted a child with Severus Snape? And not only did she want a child, but she wanted to become his wife, to top if off.

At the beginning of their relationship, Hermione had thought that Severus would have been the first to want a family; she couldn't have been more wrong. Severus seemed to take pleasure in the sort of relationship that they had; they were together, and it seemed to be enough for him, even at forty-nine-year-old.

Hermione froze when she heard the door of the library open, and she turned her attention to the tall man who just entered the room full of books of all sorts; Muggle books, Potions books, History of Magic's ones too. He walked towards her at a slow pace, his black cloak following him in every one of his movement.

"It is late, Hermione," he simply said, stopping a few feet from her.

"I didn't even notice," she explained with a glance at the clock that Severus had put here, to help not to stay so long in the library; he knew how focused Hermione could be while reading a book, and she could spend the night reading, totally forgetting to sleep. It was almost midnight, and Severus smiled at her.

"You never notice...," he said in a low voice. "Come to bed."

"I just want to finish this chapter, and then, I'll come, I promise."

Severus shook his head and went to sit next to her. Hermione moved a little to the left to give him some space, but Severus didn't seem to want space, far from it; he went closer to her and took her in his arms, before putting a chaste kiss on her lips.

"What is that for?," Hermione asked with a smile.

"It is for being who you are, simple as that," Severus explained before kissing her again, with more passion this time. Hermione softly moaned against his lips, and, without even realizing it, her book fell at her feet, while she surrounded Severus' neck with her arms.

It was curious to notice that, even after all this time, she was still aroused by the simple presence of Severus' presence close to her. Her whole body was reacting to Severus' caresses, to his kisses, to the groans that he let out from time to time when his arousal was hard to hide.

Hermione's eyes were closed since a long time when Severus got her laying on her back, but she opened them when his mouth left hers, and when she felt his lips drawing a new path from her neck to her cleavage, his chin rested against her breasts covered by her dress and her bra.

"Severus...," she moaned when she noticed that her bra was a memory now, and so was her dress. "I already told you that it isn't fair to use magic during... Ohhh!"

She totally lost the course of her thoughts when Severus took her right nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it like it was a sweet. Sometimes, he bite her soft skin, making her whole body shiver, eliciting sensual moans from Hermione. She was as weak as a doll between his strong hands, and all that she wanted at that moment, was to feel him, in every possible way.

"Your skin tastes so good...," she heard Severus mutter before moving from her right nipple to her left one.

Hermione had never been a girl who could have an orgasm just because of some kisses on her breast. Severus knew it, but he didn't let her slide her hand into her panties when she tried, a smirk on his face.

"I am the only one who can bring you to your orgasm tonight, Hermione, don't you dare try to pleasure yourself in front of me," he explained slowly before bending over to bite the soft skin of her stomach.

"Then what are you waiting for?," Hermione asked in a breath, and Severus' hand slid slowly into her white panties, which were already wet, to his great pleasure.

"You seem to be eager to welcome my cock into your wet pussy, don't you, Hermione?," he breathed, his head just a few inches from her core.

"To be honest," Hermione managed to say, "I wouldn't say no to your mouth right now..."

They were used to talk to each other with no shame during their lovemaking. At first, Hermione had been intimidated; not that Severus had been her first, but she hadn't talked like that to one of her previous sexual partners. Severus had been the one to introduce her to this kind of things, and it had taken her some time to be comfortable with it.

With a smirk, Severus lowered his head and put Hermione's panties aside. Usually, he removed them, but he didn't want to waste any time at this moment. When Hermione felt his hot breath on her clitoris, she thought that she would die from pleasure and be reborn right after that. Surprisingly, it didn't happen, and she was just able to moan and move on the sofa, urging Severus to take her into his mouth.

"Little bossy thing, are you?," he asked, before giving a single stroke at her clitoris with his tongue, eliciting a long moan from Hermione who arched her back at the unbelievable sensation. But then, nothing more. Severus totally stopped licking her, and Hermione frowned.

"What are you doing?," she asked him, raising herself onto her elbows to meet his eyes full of lust.

"Beg for it, Hermione."

"You're such a monster...," she said, one eyebrow raised. "But I'm sure that you will not be able to wait much longer in this position, your face between my legs, without even tasting what is yours..."

Severus' obsidian eyes darkened, and he let his thumb drift next to her shaved pussy.

"What is mine?," he echoed her, totally turned by her raw words.

"It's yours, Severus. You just have to claim it, I don't have to beg. Claim me," Hermione added in a whisper.

She didn't have to say it twice. A second later, Severus was feasting on her dripping core, licking her as if she was the best ice-cream that he ever ate, pushing a single slender finger into her from time to time. Hermione moans rejoiced Severus' ones, and she buried her hand into his long black hair, urging him to go faster with his tongue. Hermione wasn't fond of the only simulation of her clitoris; she wanted everything. She loved the sensation of being eaten by the eager mouth of her lover, she loved to feel him everywhere.

Suddenly, Severus felt Hermione's walls gently squeezed his finger, and he knew that she was close. Then, he licked her gently, with long strokes of his tongue, bringing her to the edge. After a second of silent, Hermione moaned loudly, arching her back, both of her hands buried into Severus' hair. She let go of him a few seconds later, when she finally calmed down.

Severus crawled up on her body and their lips entered in contact, letting her the occasion to taste her. Hermione felt that Severus was now naked against her, and she shook her head. "I already told you..."

"I cannot wait to be inside you," he cut her off before taking his hard cock in his right hand and pushing her panties aside again. He entered her in a single movement, helped by the wetness of her pussy, and they both let out a groan when Severus began his thrusts into her core. Hermione surrounded Severus' hips with her legs and she kissed him urgently, biting his lower lip from time to time.

"It feels so good...," she whispered, her eyes closed to feel his hard shaft thrusting into her without restraint. She felt his cock growing into her, and wondered how far he could go.

Suddenly, he withdrew from her warm cavity, leaving her empty and frustrated.

"Turn around," he whispered while stroking his cock at the same time.

Hermione did as he said and get on her hands and knees, waiting for him to come back again. She heard him chanted some spell, and she knew exactly what it was. She wanted to turn around to talk to him, but when she was about to do so, she felt his hard shaft sliding slowly into her, taking her by surprise. Her mouth open, she let him take the lead and when Severus put his hands on her shoulders, she knew that things were about to become harder.

"You like that, don't you, Hermione? You like feeling me behind you, taking you in such a hard way...," Severus hissed, before letting out a groan of pleasure.

Hermione didn't answer, totally focused on the pleasure that was slowly building into her lower belly. Severus didn't seem pleased by this lack of reaction, and one of his hand tangled into her hazel hair, gently pulling her head back.

"Answer me, witch," he insisted. "Do you like to know that it's my cock inside you, my cock that is giving you so much pleasure?"

"Ye... yes...," Hermione stammered, even if she didn't understand a single word of what he said, totally lost into her own lust. Severus continued to thrust into her at a brilliant pace, and suddenly, he let go of her hair to put both of his hands on her hips.

"Brace yourself," he warned her quickly before speeding up his pace, thrusting into her pussy harder than ever. Hermione let out a cry when she felt Severus' balls caressing her clitoris at each thrust, and she had to hang on the arm of the sofa not to fall on her elbows. This way, her back was almost touching Severus' chest, and he took advantage of it to wildly kiss her neck several times.

"I'm coming...," he breathed next to her ear, and Hermione instinctively clenched her inner walls around Severus' cock, triggering Severus' orgasm and her own at the same time. They both erupted in incoherent moans and words, and Hermione let her fall onto the sofa, tired by their impromptu lovemaking.

Severus fell onto her back, without even taking care not to crush her. But Hermione didn't mind; she was slowly recovering from the moment of passion that they just shared, and she could feel her soaked panties against her core. She sighed, and Severus kissed her neck.

"What is going on?"

"It seems that I've just ruined my panties...," she explained playfully.

"It is not the first time, and far from being the last," he added in a laugh.

Hermione's heart was beating slower and slower, finally regaining its normal pace. All of the sudden, Severus got up and put his boxers back, giving Hermione some space to turn around in order to see him.

"Severus?," she asked in a shy voice.

"Yes?"

"Why did you cast a contraceptive spell earlier? You know that I take the contraceptive potions that you brew for me..."

Hermione saw him freeze, and he took his robe in his right hand, not taking care to put it back. He finally turned to meet her eyes, and he bent over to give her a little kiss.

"Better be safe than sorry, don't you think?," he said in a whisper, before heading for the library door. "I shall wait for you in our bedroom, don't be too long."

With that said, he closed the door behind him, leaving Hermione alone, lost in her thoughts.

If you like it, I'll post part 2 tomorrow, so feel free to leave me a word to let me know what you think of it!