Chapter 113: The Wrath Of The Vindictive

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The Bedroom, Snape's Estate, Muggle World...

The sound of the rushing water from the shower signaled that Severus was quite preoccupied and the formerly sleeping Hermione Snape took that moment to slip out of bed. She grabbed her wand and quickly spelled herself clean noting all too well that the antics of her multi-talented husband over the past few hours left her in need of a shower as well. She moved quickly spelling on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She stepped into her white trainers then completed the outfit by spelling on a pair of socks and tying them via magic.

She did her best to keep quiet as she made her way out of their shared bedroom and down the stairs toward the front door. Once she'd been clear of the house she disapparted from the property on a mission of her own in the wake of everything that occurred due to meddling from outside forces and one of those such forces was yet to pay for her hand in taking the former Potions Professor away from Hermione and their children.

And her name was Cordelia Bardwell.

A clap of thunder despite the clear sky had resounded through out the estate despite Hermione's best efforts but she figured with Severus being beneath the running shower it would take him a bit longer to discover her disappearance and less time to guess where her rage and apparent thirst for vengeance had taken her.


Diagon Alley, Wizarding World...

Amber eyes flickered with rage as Hermione Granger-Snape caught sight of her intended soon to be victim as she made her way out of the same shop she'd frequented before when boldly claiming Severus Snape, then believing himself to be Severus Prince, as her husband. The thought of that wretched whore pawing all over her husband set Hermione ablaze with radiating fury as she clutched her wand tightly in her hand as she followed the smug Pureblood trollop.

It was clear by her being out in the open as she was, she believed she'd gotten away with her part of the twisted plot to hurt Severus but she had been sorely mistaken. As she left the shop, Hermione made it a point to follow her and it seemed she had little in the way of wealth and lived in a hovel of a place near Knockturn Alley despite her appearances to the contrary. Falling on hard times did little to soften the rage that burned behind the eyes of the wife of the wizard she'd kidnapped and attempted to brainwash into believing she wed.

Hermione cornered her at a dead end of the alley causing the rather timid older witch to tremble as she approached.

"So you believe you can just get away clean is that it?" growled Hermione angrily.

Just before Cordelia could turn around and find herself at the receiving end of a series of painful hexes, several of which had come from Hermione's husband in terms of creation, an swift blast sent her head over heels into a dung heap down the next alley.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" resounded in a familiar baritone drawl that lingered in the ears of Hermione Granger-Snape as she attempted to pinpoint where it had come from.

Severus Snape had been standing in the center of the alleyway with his wand drawn and his raven hair soaked from the shower. His obsidian gaze had gone from the flying figure in the neighboring alley to the slightly annoyed witch standing before him.

" I DON'T RECALL ASKING FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE!" shouted an annoyed Hermione.

She'd been rightly upset considering she wanted to teach the foul shrew a lesson in respect for another woman's marital rights.

"You were very nearly on the fast track to getting yourself thrown into Azkaban." hissed Snape quickly stepping over to his wife and pulling her by the wrist. "Prison is no place to birth a child!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Who says I was going to get caught?" she asked in true Gryffindor fashion.

Snape narrowed his eyes at her and she sighed knowing all too well that he'd been right about her infamous temper.

"You could have at least let me get one shot in." she grumbled.

The former Potions Professor shook his head.

"What am I going to do with you witch?" he asked as if exhausted as he looked upon her.

Hermione treated him to a small smile as she reflected on the projection of Cordelia's body as it landed in the dung heap.

"Well, at least I can finally say out loud that you are awfully cute when you are being vengeful." she said wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her body against his.

"You think so do you?" he asked with an arched brow before leaning down to capture her lips in a rather heated kiss.

His hand traveled to her belly and he did his best to ensure the excitement had not done any harm to the rapidly growing child within.

"You're mother's got something of a mean streak." he said kneeling down toward her belly. "But don't worry, I'll always be the voice of reason."

"You are so not making me out to be the villian before the baby is even born." she said narrowing her eyes at him. "I should hex you git."

"Like you could actually manage such a feat." replied Snape with an arrogant smirk. "You know...if you wish to do battle witch I know just the place."

Hermione shook her head.

"Oh no...there is no way you are going to get me back in that bed for another four hours." she said. "I propose we call a truce over something sweet and frequently chilled."

"Ice cream cravings again love?" asked Snape once more with an arched brow.

"Mmmmm and black berries." said Hermione seeming to forgo her vengeful mood in favor of her cravings due to pregnancy. "Severus, can we go shopping now I want them so badly."

"You know I am reminded of why our children seem intent on charming me to get what they want." he said with something of a smirk filed across his face. "Why not...besides something tells me you are going to need all the energy you can get before we head home...your mother has the children and it's going to be quite a long weekend, Mrs. Snape."

Hermione noted the mischievous glint behind her husband's obsidian eyes.

"You're going to have to catch me first." she said before taking off down the end of Diagon Alley.

"You think Filch is the only one whom considered it rather sporting to catch rule-breakers like you and Potter witch?" he said chasing after her.

The two of them raced along diagon alley leaving behind a puzzled Cordelia, to ponder just whom had sought it necessary to cast her in a dung heap when she'd been wearing the only good robes in her possession.

The End...

At least until the Epilogue.