Hey there everybody!
Please don't kill me for the HUGE gap between the chapters on the last story. (Clubbing)
But I have had this story bouncing about my head for a while and if I don't get it out I may pop!
Lol
Okay well read and enjoy.
Oh, not sure how long this is going to be, so may split it into other chapters. Let me know if it's worth carrying on with.
Why was he doing this! He didn't have to do this! Who was he kidding, he needed to do this.
Taking a deep breathe, he knocked on the door. After a couple of moments he knocked again. Still nothing.
This was just great. He plucked up the courage to do this and she wasn't even home!
Growling he turned to leave but stopped. There was a silver panel in the wall to his right. There was a line of buttons going down, all with labels next to them. Leaning closer he read the names.
Louise Taylor.
Kevin Smith.
Clare Watson.
And then the name he had been looking for…Hermione Granger.
Well at least he knew she lived here.
Then he frowned, she shared her home with a lot of people. Dumbledore had told him she had a little flat. But it must be large if she shared with so many people.
Right well he should press one of the buttons. But which one.
Damn it, he hated being out of the wizard world. He never knew what to do, never knew what to say. Bloody Muggles, they don't make it easy either.
Sighing again, he decided to press the button next to her name. It made more sense than the other ones. Why he was bothering he didn't know. He had already knocked on the door and she hadn't answered. In fact all of the people in the house were out. Strange.
Pressing the button he waited, what for…he had no idea.
He started when the silver panel made a series of static noises, then an unclear voice said.
"Hello?"
What did he do now! The silver panel was talking to him!
"Hello." He said back.
"Who is this?" the silver panel asked.
"That is none of your business." He snapped.
"Hey mister, you pressed my button." Then the voice stopped but there was a big sigh. "Ron if this is you again; I will hex you into next Tuesday!"
"Miss Granger?" he asked.
"Duh!" came the reply.
How dare she speak to him like that, who does she think she is! She may not be his student but he is still a professor and she should show respect.
"Miss Granger, I would ask you not to speak to me in that tone of voice."
There was nothing, no voice, no sighing, no static…nothing.
"Pro…professor?" came a tentative whisper.
That's better, much better.
"I have knocked on the door but nobody answered. Would you kindly let me in so that I don't look like a muggle."
A loud buzzing noise seemed to come from nowhere, then a number of clicks, then nothing. The door didn't open and she hadn't appeared.
"Emm…professor you have to push the door open when you hear that buzzer." Came the girl's voice again.
Growling he pushed the door when the buzzer went off. In front of him he saw a flight of stairs. Just before the door closed he caught the voice again saying.
"I'm on the 4th floor, professor."
Typical, Gryffindor's always did like to be high up.
Taking one step at a time he made his way up to the 4th floor of what he had now realised was a block of flats. It was silly of him to have not realised this before.
By the time he reached her door he had run through what he was going to say. Looking at both sides of the door he checked there was no more sliver talking panels, and then knocked. After a number of seconds the door opened.
Starting from her feet he let his eyes take in every detail. Scruffy slippers, paint splattered jeans, a top that clung just a little too much for his liking. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Little tendrils of hair hung down and danced around her neck. Her eyes were wide and staring back at him. Her face pale and her lips pink.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to invite me in?" he snapped.
That's a great way to start, make her mad at you.
"Sorry." She mumbled and stepped to the side to let him in.
He swept into the room and took in the cosy atmosphere. Bookcases took up one wall, windows on another. A box thing that he believed to be a television was on another, and the last one had three doors on it. The room seem too large to be in a block of flats.
"What can I help you with professor?" she asked.
He turned to look at her.
"I need your help Miss Granger." He watched as her eyebrows shot up into her hair. "Before you say a thing, let me explain." She nodded and pointed to a sofa facing the television.
Wrapping his robes around himself he sat. Looking at the table in front of him for a moment he spoke.
"You have heard that all wizards above the age of 34 must have at least one child?" she frowned and nodded.
Taking another deep breath, he carried on. "I am 42 and as you must know I have no children." Again she frowned and nodded.
"I have thought about this long and hard. I have tried to find a way to make the law not apply for myself, but couldn't. So I have finally come to realise that I do need to have a child of my own. I know that there is no way that a woman would want to have my child, but I…" he trailed off.
This was no good, he had to just come out and say it.
"I have looked for a woman that is smart and has amazing magical abilities. I know of only one woman. You, Miss Hermione Granger." At that she gave a gasp.
"I think that you would be a good mother to my child. We would have to live together if you agreed. You may take a man when the child is born. But the choice is yours. I have nothing to offer you. I do have a large amount of money so you would never go without. Now that the Dark lord has fallen, the name Snape is a good one. I would ask that you marry me, for the child of course." He paused.
Merlin, shut it, you have said enough already. He risked a glance at her. She was starring at him with a more than shocked look on his face.
Licking her lips, she said. "Let me get this right. You want to marry me and have a child with me? You're offering me your money and your name. Then if I want, a man on the side?"
All he could do was nod. He wanted to tell her that he had had this lust that had been inside him since her 4th year at Hogwarts. But he knew now was not the time. Maybe he should tell her that he thought she would make an amazing mother.
"That's what I'm saying Miss Granger. Do you have an answer?"