His son wore a tailored black suit, complete with a woolly outer robe—black, of course—that hung in waves from his shoulders. Also black were the boots Severus had gifted him last Christmas.
Hermione was looking at their creation with a crease on her brows.
“Don’t you like it, Mum?” the boy—young man, Severus corrected—asked.
“Honey, it’s very appropriate. It’s just…. Severus, how many women did you seduce wearing those?”
“Only one.” His eyes bore into hers as he slowly approached his wife.
A sigh. “I’m still in the room…”
“Then I suggest you leave.”