This is AU midway DH.
She was pale.
She wasn't going to come out of this alive – and they both knew it.
"I want you to make sure that he's loved," she whispered hoarsely.
"Hermione-"
"No. Promise me. Promise right now."
"I promise."
The two went silent.
She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. "It's getting colder."
It was July.
He found himself nodding, pretending that he felt the cold coming too.
She turned and looked at him. "I guess this is the end."
"Yes," he agreed. How could he not? He wouldn't lie to her on her deathbed – the same bed his son was born in, only a few moments ago.
"Tell him that I loved him – that I always wanted him."
She was rocking him in her arms. Her eyes were slowly drooping. The blood that they couldn't stop from coming was flowing from her in rivers.
"I hope that he looks just like you."
He suddenly regretted never telling her how he felt – that he loved her dearly, even though they were forced into a marriage he never wanted to be in. He wished he hadn't treated her so badly, that he had treated her like the goddess that she was.
He put a hand to her cheek, stroking it softly. She was clammy and much too cold. "I love you," he said, with difficulty. He had never said the words before, and so they felt strange in his mouth, with a bad aftertaste. A bad aftertaste that tasted much too sweet.
She smiled with the last strength in her body.
"No, you don't."
Cold.
The unnamed babe began to cry.
For the second time in his life, Severus Snape found himself cradling the dead corpse of the woman he loved.
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