Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 33

AN: From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your patience and support! It's so awesome having readers such as you all! Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait.

Rose yawned as the credits rolled across the screen. She stretched out on the sofa. "I almost forgot how enjoyable watching a movie could be."

"Indeed," Hermione replied as she rocked in the recliner.

Rose glanced at the clock. Her stomach sank. An hour and a half had gone by, with no word from her father.

Hermione hummed before sitting up straighter.

Rose aimed the remote at the screen. "Let's see what else is on."

"Are you tired of forgetting your keys?"

"No," Rose muttered before changing the channel.

"I never thought I'd find you again."

"No," Rose muttered.

The channel flipped again.

"I think it would be wise for you to turn the television off and get a little sleep," Hermione suggested.

"No, no," Rose flipped the channel. "I am wide awake."

"You appear exhausted," Hermione answered.

"Appearances are deceiving. I am more awake now than I have been all day."

"It is ten o'clock in Britain."

"It's that late?"

"Indeed it is."

"How surprising. I am not tired in the least."

The channel changed again. A ballerina leaped across the screen.

"Even if you are not sleepy at the moment, you should lie down and close your eyes," Hermione replied.

"No, I am in the mood for another movie," Rose answered.

"You're going to upset you sleep cycle if you watch another film," Hermione replied.

"Fine, we do not need to watch television." The television screen went black. "We can talk."

Hermione folded her hands. "What would you like to discuss?"

Rose locked eyes with her. "How did you and Dad fall in love?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"How did you and Dad fall in love?"

"I believe I have told you this story on numerous occasions."

"It is a romantic story, one which I would like to hear again."

Hermione frowned. "This wouldn't have anything to do with what Percy said a few weeks ago, would it?"

Rose blanched. "How did you hear about Percy?"

"Your father told me."

"I see."

"From what he said, he thought the issue had been resolved."

"To a degree, yes it was resolved, yet I felt as if we did not answer my most pressing question."

"What would that be?"

"Why did you not use a contraceptive potion during your time together?"

Hermione lowered her head. "Why do you ask?"

"Dad made no secret as to how little he desired a child, and you were attempting to conceal an illicit affair. Shouldn't contraceptive potions have been a requirement before every encounter?" Rose asked.

"I suppose they should have been."

"Then why was it that nobody so much as cast a contraceptive spell or at the very least purchased a condom from a muggle gas station?"

Hermione looked into her daughter's eyes. "This is quite a personal question which mother should not have to discuss with her daughter."

"Under normal circumstances I would agree, but when it involves my paternity then it seems only fair to question you about your behavior in the days prior to my conception," Rose argued.

Hermione's eyes hardened. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"I only want to put my doubts to rest once and for all," Rose replied. "Why did you and Dad not use any contraceptive measures during your torrid affair?"

Hermione whispered, "Because we were arrogant."

Rose's dragged herself forward until she was leaning over the sofa's armrest.

"The first time your father and I came together, well, I was already falling in love with him, and he was falling for me. Still, we were unsure how deeply our sentiments ran, so our encounters were spontaneous. For the next month it was as if we were trying to determine how we felt about each other. Once it was clear that we had a strong connection, we began to tease each other."

"How?"

"We would touch each other discreetly or stare at each other longer than necessary. Our favorite game though was sitting in a hotel room with a book. We would read until the tension became too much."

"Just like you do at home?"

Hermione's eyes widened.

Rose smirked. "It isn't difficult to figure out your little game. Even as a child there were nights when I knew the library was where Mummy and Daddy spent alone time together."

Hermione blushed. "Indeed."

"Regardless," Rose cleared her throat. "If you two knew you were going to engage in this type of game, someone needed to come prepared."

"I suppose that would have been the responsible thing to do," Hermione admitted.

Rose exhaled. "Perhaps I should be more grateful though. If you two had taken proper precautions then I would not have existed."

"That is true," Hermione replied.

Rose replied, "I guess what I intend to ask is; did you and Dad ever consider the possibility of a child during your affair?"

"No," Hermione admitted. "We were too arrogant to entertain the thought that our affair would ever be discovered. Neither of us truly sat down and considered that a pregnancy may result from our actions."

"Then I have one more question."

"What would that be?"

"What would you have done if you had been unable to contact Dad after discovering you were pregnant with me?"

"First of all, I never would have ceased trying to get in touch with him," there was a spark in Hermione's eyes "If I discovered he was going to marry another woman though I would have barged into the wedding, displayed my baby bump, and explained why I was trying to get in contact with him."

Rose giggled. "You would have made quite a scene."

"I am very thankful we reunited when we did."

"I believe Dad is as well."

Hermione stood and approached her daughter. "I know you have questions, and I wish your father and I could give you satisfactory answers. The reality is though that we made some questionable decisions which resulted in a beautiful baby girl."

Rose nodded.

Hermione sat down beside Rose. "It does not matter how you were conceived. The only thing which should concern you is that your father and I love you. Please do not ever forget that."

"I will not," Rose promised.

"Good," Hermione kissed her on the cheek. "Now, it is becoming late, and I should be heading home. Your father will begin to worry for me if I stay away for too long."

Rose grabbed Hermione's hand. "Mum, I don't think you should leave here after having such a heavy conversation."

Hermione blinked.

"I believe chocolate ice cream is in order."

"Does your grandmother even have chocolate ice cream?"

"She bought some for me earlier."

Hermione's lips curled up. "Between your father and your grandparents you truly are a spoiled girl."

Rose smiled.

"Fine," Hermione replied. "I will have one bowl of ice cream with you, but then I must leave so you can get some rest."

"That sounds reasonable enough," Rose replied.

Hermione stood. "Then it's settled."

Rose raised herself and groaned, knowing that within a half hour she would need another plan to distract her mother.

Her eyes still haunted him.

Her eyes contained so much devotion, so much joy, so much-dare he think it?-love. In her eyes he saw the domesticity he could enjoy had he been someone, anyone else.

Yet circumstances were what they were. The idea of having a family was not one he could afford to entertain. Never could she be his, no matter how much he wished circumstances were otherwise.

Severus stirred the cauldron once more. He wasn't sure why he had allowed the potions to remain in stasis for so long, or even why he was making them. There had to be more important things to brew than fifty vials of disinfectant potions. Perhaps illnesses was more rampant this year than usual though.

The cauldron hissed. Severus stepped away and allowed it to settle.

Those eyes flashed into his mind again. His body shook. Her eyes were not the only thing troubling about this lady. Why did this woman have such a similar appearance to Ms. Granger? Could this mystery lady be related to Granger somehow?

Severus snorted. There is no point in dwelling upon her for one moment longer. She is nothing more than a fling. Within a few hours she will have forgotten all about me. It is best to forget her too.

Still, her glistening eyes haunted him.