His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

fifty-two

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Rosabelle started to doze off as Severus' fingers massaged her scalp, helping her wash her long hair for the ball tonight. Her husband had insisted on helping her, and Rosabelle had gladly agreed.

For the past 30 minutes, Severus had been meticulously massaging her scalp, washing her hair, and working his way down to her shoulders and feet. Rosabelle hummed contentedly as he tended to her aching feet. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to walk, and Severus had noticed. Whenever they were in their chambers, he would gently scoop her up in his arms, not letting her walk.

Severus had also taken over making teas and meals for her, sometimes adding a bit of potion sneakily, knowing Rosabelle detested the taste of potions. He did everything he could to ease her discomfort, his care and devotion evident in every small gesture.

Rosabelle often found herself vomiting in the middle of the night, trying not to wake her husband. Yet, Severus was always alert, getting up whenever she left the bed. He would hold her hair back, massage her back, and stay by her side until she calmed down. He always prepared herbal teas to help reduce her nausea.

He was with her every step of the way.

"Have I told you I love you today?" Rosabelle asked, leaning back against Severus who was standing behind her, soaking his clothes.

"No, but I already knew," Severus replied, smiling as he gently poked her nose.

Rosabelle grinned tiredly and tilted her head up to look at him. "I love you so much."

Severus' smile softened. "I love you too, Belle. More than anything."

He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he knelt in front of her, facing her belly. "You and our child," he whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her belly, lingering there as Rosabelle played with his hair, now tied back.

Severus was filled with excitement at the thought of meeting their little one. He couldn't wait to see the child that he and Rosabelle had created. Yet, he was also scared—scared that he wouldn't be a good father. He hadn't had a good father figure growing up, after all.

But he knew that he could do anything as long as Rosabelle was by his side.

"I need to start getting ready for the ball."

"But it's still hours away," Severus replied.

Rosabelle shook her head with a smile. "Darling, women need time to make themselves look pretty."

Severus tilted his head in confusion. "But you already are pretty."

Rosabelle snorted softly, knowing he was genuinely praising her but missing her point. "I'm a mess right now, Sev."

Her eyes had dark circles from lack of sleep, and she felt disheveled.

Severus frowned, still confused as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "No, you're not. You look beautiful as always, my love."

Severus didn't understand what his wife meant by 'a mess'. In his eyes, she looked amazing. Even more so now that she was pregnant. The way she glowed, the gentle curve of her belly, and the strength she displayed every day only made her more beautiful to him.

Rosabelle sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're just saying that because you're my husband."

Severus gently cupped her face in his hands. "You could never look terrible to me, Belle."

Rosabelle leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with affection. "I'm so lucky to have you, Sev."

"I'm the lucky one," he replied, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Now, let's get you ready for the ball."

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Dumbledore and McGonagall, Mr. Filch with Mrs. Norris perched on his shoulder, Hagrid and Madame Maxime swaying gently. Mad-Eye Moody watched from the sidelines, nursing a drink and keeping a vigilant eye on the festivities. The scene shifted, and the music transformed into the energetic beats of the Weird Sisters, led by Jarvis Cocker from Pulp. The crowd erupted into enthusiastic dancing, the Great Hall alive with movement and excitement.

Shortly after the ball started, Rosabelle entered the hall, arm-in-arm with Severus. The room seemed to hold its breath as eyes turned toward her.

She looked stunning, radiating an undeniable glow. Her hair was elegantly tied back, light makeup enhancing her natural beauty, and her dress flowed gracefully as she walked.

Severus led her to the side, their arms still linked, never wanting to let go of her. Severus huffed as he felt eyes on them. Dumbledore had already instructed him to be on his best behavior tonight, refraining from glaring at the students or the professors from other schools. Of course, Severus interpreted this as permission to glare at his own students instead.

Dumbledore and McGonagall were slightly taken aback to see Severus looking quite different. His hair was tied back, and he appeared rather... dashing. It was clear that Rosabelle's influence had worked its magic. But he still wore his usual frown, his lips set in a tight line, only allowing a small smile to appear whenever he spoke to his wife.

Severus had a strong suspicion that either Draco or Harry would soon ask Rosabelle for a dance. Determined to keep his wife all to himself for the evening, he guided her to her seat and stood beside her. They spent some time watching the students and mingling with the other professors before making their quiet escape from the hall.

Now, they found themselves standing in front of the Great Lake, facing each other. Rosabelle had kicked off her heels and stood barefoot on the grass. The moon cast a beautiful glow over the serene scene.

Severus twirled her slowly before pulling her close for a slow dance, moving together in a gentle, slow rhythm.

"This reminds me of the ball back when we were teenagers," Rosabelle smiled.

Severus quirked an eyebrow, "The one where you and that foo— I mean, man danced together?"

Rosabelle chuckled, recalling the man in question, Sirius Black. "I thought I already apologized. Besides, you never asked me to the dance."

Severus sighed, "I know. I learned that the hard way."

Rosabelle smirked. "You certainly did. I could practically feel you glaring daggers at Black."

Severus rolled his eyes. "He had it coming."

Rosabelle pursed her lips, "But it was you who—"

Severus playfully pinched Rosabelle's nose. "Don't get cocky with me, my love."

The man slowly closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Rosabelle, savoring the moment. He was utterly captivated by her—everything about his wife enchanted him.