Chapter 9: The Elephant In The Room

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Open Field, The Potter Residence, Wizarding World...

Hermione had been determined to get through to Severus and made up her mind to get him to talk to her even if he hexed her into oblivion. She had not understood why he had been so distant and intent on punishing himself. The lack of emotion from him concerning the loss of their child and the improbability of the two of them having any other children during their marriage had been weighing heavily on her. She had blamed herself for the loss of their baby but it seemed all to clear that Severus believed he had been at fault. The amber eyed witch had been young but she was far from stupid. She had known her former husband was intent on punishing himself due to such an innocent life being taken.

Severus had been up for hours, she had known this much as well but she knew exactly where he would be.

Without the drink and the whores she knew he was having a difficult time coping with the prospect of facing this directly. Steeling herself for his inevitable wrath due to her presence, she had enough of not being heard during their marriage for fear of what he would do to himself.

When she got close to him she could see the look of rage briefly file across his sallow pale face. His arms had been folded across his ebony clad chest as she got even closer. He attempted to ignore her but it was to no avail.

"We are going to talk about this Severus." she said meeting his hostile gaze.

"I will not do this." he said attempting to walk away.

Hermione was right behind him.

"Severus please." she said making the mistake of involving emotion into this discussion.

"Just like a woman...you never know when to quite while you are ahead." he muttered bitterly.

"And just like a stubborn thickheaded git you resort to insults just to keep from acknowledging your pain." Hermione shot back.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" asked Snape angrily. "I don't want to talk about this...you are no longer my problem go an bother someone else...preferably someone your own age."

"No." replied Hermione. "Seeing as your the one that got me pregnant I see it fitting to involve you."

"Fuck you." said Snape storming off deeper into the field.

Hermione was not willing to give up that easily.

"He was my son too." she said bitterly. "You think that I don't miss him?"

"Stop." said Severus cutting through the tall grasses. "I do not wish to fucking hear this."

"Not talking about it isn't going to make it any less real." said Hermione catching up to him.

Enraged and annoyed Snape whirled around on her.

"YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PREGNANT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" he shouted.

Hermione had been taken aback by his comment.

Snape's obsidian eyes had been blazing with rage as he proceeded.

"You were never supposed to be pregnant to begin with." he continued. "I was taking impotency potion to keep this from happening...but you had to push and prod just because you saw your idiot girlfriends pushing around their baby strollers barely out of Hogwarts."

Hermione suddenly narrowed her eyes as she took in what he was saying. All this time she believed there had been something wrong with her that made it so that she couldn't carry a child and it was her Potions Master Husband that had been the cause of it all along. She believed she had failed him not being able to get pregnant again following the loss of their child and he was keeping her from having one of his own accord.

"You fucking bastard." said the amber eyed witch clearly shaken from his admission. "You made me think that I was..."

Severus stood before her more than prepared to weather the storm of her rage as her eyes began to blaze behind her grief.

"How dare you?" she asked clearly still angry with him. "How fucking dare you decided my future for me!"

"Isn't that not what you did to me?" he asked. "This marriage was never real to begin with...it's time you faced facts."

Tears began to swell within the corners of Hermione's amber eyes.

All this time, Severus was making her believe that she could never carry children to term.

"You're not going to get out of this." she said bitterly. "and you are not going to use me to punish yourself."

"There is nothing left to speak about." he replied coldly.

Hermione was hearing none of it.

"Our son is dead." she said. "And like it or not it hurts...you being a coward is not going to change that."

Snape had become enraged when that word fell from her lips.

"I am no coward." he said in a dangerous tone.

"What do you call it then when a man petitions for divorce just to avoid having to grieve the loss of his child?" asked Hermione still bitter.

Snape suddenly lifted the young witch off the ground as the tall grasses surrounded the two of them.

"Tell me Granger, is my cock so important to you that you'd blatantly ignore the atrocities I've committed against you?" he asked with a coldness behind his eyes. "Bed another wizard and I will be little more than a footnote in your mind's eye."

"This isn't about sex." said Hermione angrily. "This is about you being a right bastard despite the fact that you love me."

"We all have our delusions." he replied bitterly.

"Am I?" asked Hermione suddenly stepping forward and pressing her hands against his ebony clad chest.

Snape closed his eyes despite himself. He cursed the way her delicate touch still effected him.

"Like it or not, Severus..." she said meeting his harsh gaze with a harsh gaze of her own. "Our relationship wasn't as meaningless as you make it out to be."

Being married for as long as they had been, Hermione knew full well how to push his buttons, of course it worked both ways as he knew exactly how to push hers in whatever direction he saw fit. He grabbed her by the wrists and glared rather murderously at her for a moment.

"You're old news." he replied harshly. "I much prefer to try my hand at women that can actually please me."

The he took off into the field leaving her standing there struggling with her heartache.