With Pleasure... Hermione -

I was born the day you kissed me...

Hermione had been listening to Muggle music the entire weekend that they had been home for. During the school term it was always so hard to get away from school to take a weekend off with her daughter, while Severus stayed at Hogwarts and pined for her company for three days. This generally resulted in a very temperamental Headmaster

But Hermione would always fix that problem when she went back to Hogwarts. Emma Jane Snape, a first year at Hogwarts, silently bounded next to her cheerily. She was such a bright child, and had rightfully been sorted into Ravenclaw, much to her own delight. If she had been made a Slytherin, she would have died from Severus' self-righteous remarks. She held her daughters' hand in her own and gave it a squeeze when they reached the Apparation point. 'Ready to go yet Emma?' she asked with a smile.

'Of course not, Mum,' the black-haired girl replied sarcastically.

Hermione laughed. That was the part of Severus in her. She looked down at her daughter, who beamed back up at her with a Granger smile. Emma was the spitting image of Hermione when she was 11, except, she had her father's straight, black hair and eyes.

A moment later they stood in front of Snape Manor, the garden encased in the thin layer of early winter snowfall. 'How were classes this week?' Hermione asked her daughter, as they brushed the snow off one of the garden benches, and sat down on it to watch the sunset that evening.

Emma smiled. 'It was really good! Uncle Remus is such a good Defense Professor! He took us on a field trip around the castle yesterday, and he used a funny spell to get gum out of a key-hole, and it shot straight up Peeves' nose!' she giggled. 'And on Tuesday, Professor Flitwick taught us how to levitate feathers' and other light-weight objects, see -'

Emma put a leaf onto the bench and said a quick 'Wingardium Leviosa' and let the leaf float about for a little as she decided where it went. She finally settled it on top of Hermione's head, and giggled, then brushed it off when Hermione scowled playfully in a very Snape-like way. 'It sounds like you like going to school at Hogwarts then,' Hermione commented proudly.

'Oh yes,' Emma agreed enthusiastically.

Hermione noticed it was beginning to get a little dark, and led them to the front step and magically un-warded the doors, and slid the house-key into the lock, and upon hearing the desired click, opened them, and ushered her daughter inside first. 'Go upstairs' and take a bath, and dinner should be ready when you get down,' she told the smiling girl.

When she was sure that her daughter had done what she had asked, Hermione went into the kitchen and flicked her wand to light the room, when she felt two strong arms come around her waist, and she squealed in shock, then turned to find Severus looking down at her with adoring eyes.

'Severus, what are you doing here?' she hissed frantically.

'Filius said he'd take care of things for the weekend. I wanted a weekend with my daughter, and her beautiful mother,' he growled into her ear.

Hermione felt a wicked grin creeping onto her lips. 'Just as long as you intend to spend a little more time entertaining me in the bedroom, you are most welcome here Professor Snape,' she purred softly.

'Excellent idea, although we might need sustenance if we are to pursue those kind of activities,' he suggested.

'You're right,' Hermione said with a sighed, stepping out of his arms.

They went about making dinner together, stealing kisses and caresses while they had the chance, as Emma had still not returned from her shower. They could tell when she had arrived because a squealed 'Daddy!' was heard, before Severus had the young form of his daughter wrapped arms and legs around his chest and waist, clinging to him like a limpet.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her damp hair. 'It's good to see you to, pumpkin,' he said affectionately.

Hermione smiled brightly at this. She adored the closeness between her husband and their daughter, and always enjoyed the light in Emma's eyes when Severus would surprise her, or both of them for that matter. She knew that a better father could not have been found for their little prodigy.

'Alright, you two, dinner is ready,' she announced, taking the plates from the top shelf with a flick of her wand.

They ate dinner in cheerful bliss, Emma retelling her stories about her first term at school, leaving out no details. Severus quite recalled this sort of excited chatter coming from Hermione once, when she was that age. She had such enthusiasm that he had been terribly lacking in since his wasted childhood and youth.

They finished dinner, and Emma went to bed late, with Hermione standing wrapped in her husbands arms, as they stood in the doorway, watching their little girl sleep. They were so proud of her, and they always would be.

'I think it might be time for us to go to bed, wife,' Severus said, nipping at her neck affectionately.

'Hmmm… You might be right at that too,' Hermione agreed readily, turning in his arms to engage him in a hot, open-mouthed kiss as she backed him towards their room, closing Emma's door all the while.

Severus groaned appreciatively against her mouth as he kissed and devoured her mouth, relearning her taste, as he had so often missed not being able to do this at Hogwarts. They might live together there, but the late nights, early mornings and organization left little time for anything else and in between.

She pressed him into the mattress and began the tedious task of unbuttoning his frock coat, then moved on to the white shirtsleeves, pushing all of it off and roaming her hands relentlessly over his smooth, toned chest.

'I've missed this,' she admitted breathlessly.

'Mmmhmm… I agree wholeheartedly, love,' he groaned in response, claming her lips in a bruising kiss as her tore off her robes and began the work at removing her blouse and grey slacks.

They lost each other within themselves that night, ensuring that they locked and put silencing charms on the room to avoid their daughter hearing their cries of passion. Two hours after they collapsed sated, however, there was a tapping on the window of their bedroom. Severus groaned, and rolled away from the form of his slumbering wife, pulling on his bathrobe as he went.

He tore the note away from the bothersome owl and unceremoniously slammed the window shut, closing the owl out and ripping open the letter. He read through with sleepy eyes and felt them widen with each sentence, and dropped it, madly rushing to the bathroom to get dressed.

While he was in there, Hermione stirred and got out of bed, pulling on her own robe as she did and knocking on the bathroom door. Severus answered it, fully dressed in all of his intimidating, black glory, looking at her apologetically.

'What the matter, dearest?' she asked sleepily at his worried look.

'They've found Peter Pettigrew at Hogwarts, scurrying in through the kitchens. I have to go and attend to everything there and ensure that nobody was harmed,' he answered carefully.

That was enough to get Hermione awake. She hugged him immediately and kissed him softly on the lips. 'Be careful, Severus,' she whispered. 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' he replied. He left with a pop, and Hermione dropped onto the bed feeling and intense wave of loss encompass her. She missed him already.

I died inside the night you left me…

Hermione sat at the table in the kitchen the very next afternoon, twisting her fingers relentlessly in her lap, nervous that Severus had not yet returned home. Emma had questioned his disappearance that morning and Hermione couldn't bare to lie to her smart daughter. She would have figured it out in the end anyway.

And then there she was again, a total wreck, anticipating her husbands return. He should have owled or something and there shouldn't have been any issues unless there was some sort of problem at the castle that meant he was being detained. Sighing, she decided to leave it for the time being.

The rest of the day passed without any news and Hermione had a very troubled sleep. The next morning when she woke up, she knew that there was something wrong going on, and left immediately for Hogwarts while Emma still slept, leaving her daughter a note on the refrigerator. She arrived at the castle in a state, and found a group of Auror's in Severus' office, crowding around the desk.

'I demand to know what is going on here!' she said immediately. 'I have heard neither a word, nor received an owl from my husband for two days now, and it is just getting ridiculous!'

'Ummm… Professor Snape, we had no idea how to tell you this, but…' one of them stammered nervously.

Hermione glared at them. 'Where is my husband?' she demanded.

The Auror's stepped aside and allowed her to gaze onto the dead form of her husband, resting lifelessly in a lounge. She felt her world spinning and the darkness took her in a way that it had not done in such a long time. She fainted dead away. When she woke, she was sitting on a couch, being fanned and had water dabbed onto her face. She looked across the room, hoping that she had just been dreaming, but alas it had not been so. Severus was still dead.

She felt her eyes fill up with tears and cried for the first time since that day she had been in the kitchen of her apartment when Severus had first been kind to her. They had been perfect for each other, they had married each other, and they taught and loved and learned together. And now her partner was lost forever. She didn't stop crying for the rest of the day, and Emma was soon informed and brought to Hogwarts. They cried together, and held each other as they were both told that Renegade Death Eaters had attacked the castle and killed him.

Hermione didn't sleep that night or many nights after that, but she eventually had to overcome her grief. She loved him, and he would always be there, in spirit.

But oh, how I lived while you loved me...

Seven years later, Hermione sat at the Head table with six-year-old Severus in her lap, watching as Emma ascended to be presented her Graduating certificate and her Head Girl plaque of Honor by the Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley. Soon after Severus' death, she had discovered that she was pregnant, and cherished the child that grew inside of her, as he was one of the last pieces that he had left on the earth. She refused to marry again, even though she had received many heartless offers, and had been offered the job of Headmistress. She had accepted straight away, and lived in the castle with Emma.

Often, at night as she watched little Severus sleep, she would think of the times she and Severus had stood at Emma's doorway as she slept, holding each other and murmuring soft words of love, wishing that she could have those days again. Sometimes she even imagined that he was there and saying those things to her.

'I love you, Hermione,' he whispered into her hair softly.

'I love you too, husband mine,' she replied sleepily. 'Promise me you'll be with me forever?'

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

'With pleasure... Hermione...'

oO0Oo The End oO0Oo

A/N - Hello guys, as promised I finally finished the final of the "With Pleasure..." series with this little sniffle fic. I was seriously almost crying when I wrote this, and I hope you won't all try and kill me for killing off Sev. The phrases I sprinkled through the fic were what I based most of the story on, and it is a song called I was Born the Day you Kissed Me by Rascal Flatts. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed, and I promise to get my butt into gear to churn out some chapters for my other stories before I go away. Please Review! Love Brandy.