Gumby

Chapter 14: Pregnant Student I'd Like To…

The remainder of November, what was left of it anyway, slipped by without incident; Severus started to tutor Samara in Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was something that he hadn't expected to find so enjoyable, considering how fond he was of her. He thought that every second of the time they spent together he would spend agonizing over her and watching himself around her.

However, it was made surprisingly easy as Samara was buckling down and all they ever talked about in those sessions was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Giving her instructions was surprisingly easy as well. He found that he did not have to dumb things down for her, as she had a vast vocabulary, though she did not seem to use it and knew very many things. Though there were times that she had particular difficulty with a spell or counter curse, but she was always determined and never gave up. he also noted that she had very fast reflexes and good aim.

In their time alone in his private study together, there were many things that he noticed about her that perhaps were not as easy to notice when he could be watched by an entire class full of students. When she was particularly concentrated, there was a hard look in her eyes, full of determination and her brows knit together. She would purse her lips together and if she felt frustration she would glare at whatever she was doing.

He observed her, finding every expression that lit across that beautiful face enchanting. What he particularly enjoyed was when she managed to complete something successfully after struggling with it. She would turn around, her eyes sparkling and her brows easing, almost shooting up to hairline as a large smile spread over her face. She would turn to him and squeal, "I did it," almost seeming to want to bounce up and down. At times, she wouldn't be able to contain herself and would actually bounce up and down.

She was a brilliant girl, he'd always known that. He'd also always known that she was endlessly endearing and sweet. However, he wondered at how he'd never before realized how patient and determined she could be. Neither did he know that she knew so much. Not only about her classes, but about what was going on the world and many other miscellaneous things that Severus was unsure people knew of.

There were times when she would come into their study sessions, which were about twice a week from seven to curfew, and she would look very tired and he would feel great pity for her. Yet, she never complained and went straight to work. She had strength in her that Severus had never seen before and a fire in her eyes that he'd forgotten about.

He was astounded that despite her depression and all the stress, that she could manage to get up early every morning to head to her classes. He couldn't believe that someone could put up with everything she felt emotionally, pay attention in all her classes, get her schoolwork done and still head to extra tutoring lesson and do it all while smiling at the world.

Never again did he see her break down into tears. Occasionally, he would see the pain in her eyes, but she would always push it away. It seemed to him that she continuously internally reminded herself that she couldn't afford to break down. That there was something, well someone inside her that needed her to be strong. It seemed to Severus what propelled her forward and for once in his life, he found that he felt great admiration for someone, and the only person he'd ever felt admiration for before was Professor Dumbledore.

Samara, the thin, tiny nearly seventeen-year-old that he had always seen as a weak and happy child was stronger than he could think anyone was capable of. It made Severus wonder and want to know everything about her. All he really knew about Samara was that she was a half-blood, whose parents had placed her in gymnastics programs, but he wondered how she had been instilled with such a fighting spirit.

Of course, he was sure that he was the only one that made this observation, as it seemed that Samara kept it well hidden. She allowed, for some reason or other, most of her friends to boss her around and she allowed all her professors to treat her like she was still a child of eleven. Severus wondered if perhaps it was simply fear that if she fought back and made people respect her that she would push away the only people that she had in her life.

There was only ever one occasion in which he remembered that Samara had seemed to boil over that the magma that smoldered beneath her serene and calm exterior seemed to become lava running over her, taking control of her. As he watched Samara collapse onto the couch in exhaustion at the spell he was having her perform, he wondered why she had been fighting with that Griffindor those several years ago. That was the only time he'd ever seen Samara fighting against anyone in the five years that he'd been her Professor now.

"Are we going to continue tutoring over the break Professor Snape?" Severus looked over at Samara as she sat on the leather couch across from the fireplace in the study. He merely shook his head as he looked at her.

"I need a break," he said, though really he'd wanted to tell her that she was the one who deserved the break. However, he couldn't bring himself to say something like that, even to her. Samara merely nodded as she looked up into his eyes. "Why aren't you going home Miss Green?" he asked as he looked at her, he knew that she'd signed up as one of the students that was staying at Hogwarts for the break. He seemed to remember that she would usually go home.

"My mother won't take too kindly to this," she said as she pointed to her stomach. Severus nodded, noticing that she had said my mother and not my parents.

"But it's hardly noticeable," Severus said, sitting down on the coffee table. Samara raised a brow.

"You think so?" Samara asked, tilting her head. She undid her robes and Severus noticed that beneath she was wearing a pair of lose fitting joggers and a large white t-shirt. He stared at her stomach, which he was supposed was what she was supposed to be showing him, however he saw nothing. Well, nothing other than her breast, which had grown considerably larger since she'd become pregnant.

It wasn't something he willingly looked at, EVER; however, they were hard to miss. Her breast used to be small you could hardly see the mounds beneath her robes; however, now they were impossible to miss. And he'd noticed, with disgust and anger that all the boys seemed to stare at her with drool slipping over their mouths. He thought it very disrespectful.

"I don't see anything," he said. Samara raised her shirt a little so that she was revealing her stomach to him. The first thing he noticed was the fact that her stomach was the size of perhaps a pineapple or melon. Second, he noticed that her skin was far paler on her stomach and looked much softer and delicate. Lastly he noticed that she had a cute little bellybutton and a pink line that seemed to trail from her belly button to her… well he didn't exactly know where as it disappeared beneath the line of her joggers and he didn't want to think about what it led to. "Ah… Robes are a very good cover," he said as she put her shirt back down, hit mouth having gone dry.

It was then that he noted that he left out a breath. He hadn't even realized that he'd been holding it. He couldn't believe that he still felt attracted to her, even though she was pregnant. He groaned inwardly to think what that indicated. "Yeah, I've never been this big before, it's kinda funny," Samara said, shrugging her still thin shoulders as she smiled up at him.

"You are supposed to gain weight," he said sternly, narrowing his gaze on her. She laughed for a brief moment.

"You looked like Madam Pomfrey, she's mad because I've only gained about thirteen pounds," she said after a moment. She then blinked several times as a slightly confused look came over her face and her eyes became unfocused. She turned look down at her stomach and stared at it for a moment, before realization hit her. "Professor Snape, come here," she said loudly.

Severus rushed over thinking something was wrong. "What is it?" he asked as he looked at her, sitting opposite of her on the coffee table in front the couch. Before he could react she had reached out for his hand and was placing it, palm down, over her stomach. For a moment he thought of snatching it away, but feeling the shock that he felt go through him and the warmth of her stomach beneath him, he found himself paralyzed.

"It's moving," she said excitedly, though Severus couldn't help notice that every time she referred to the pregnancy or the child that she called it and 'it' or other alike terms. Madam Pomfrey had mentioned to him that she thought Samara was a bit detached from the child, because of the way she referred to the unborn child and the fact that she hadn't wanted to know what gender it was. She said that she suspected that Samara might become more attached when she felt her baby move for the first time.

Severus didn't actually feel anything, except for of course his warm blood running through him, the way his heart was beating so hard, his shallow breathing, the softness and warmth of her flesh, her soft fingers holding onto the back of his hands and the fear that had paralyzed him. He wondered, just how many times in the remainder of Samara's time at Hogwarts he would have to touch her. Well actually, it was never like he did it willingly, she always forced him to. It wasn't something he was pleased about.

He blamed her for it. Like always, he blamed her for all of it. For being so damn beautiful and charming; He also blamed her for making him touch her and for flashing her stomach at him. He was already dreaming about her every night without end, now he could only imagine what his dreams were going to turn into. He really hoped that he would not dream of a pregnant Samara, not because it was truly unattractive, because he was sure he'd want Samara no matter what... it was just that she was his student and all his dreams of her had been relatively innocent.

He wondered if he should just take a dreamless sleep potion to completely even eliminate the possibility that he might dream of her. He mentally rolled his eyes, wondering how Samara managed to make things hard… not in that sense! Make things hard without meaning to. "I see… do you mind returning my hand now?" he asked. She merely sighed as she let go of his hand and he took it back.

What was that anyway? He wanted his pregnant student, was there to something wrong with him that he wanted to fu… no. That wasn't the right word. If he had to be completely honest with himself, he'd had one dream of Samara that was not entirely innocent and what he did to her was not just sex. It was tender, slow and gentle… he shivered at what people would call that. Making love, once more he internally shivered in revulsion. He couldn't possibly be capable of such gentleness.

"Well I suppose I should head to Slytherin, good night Professor Snape," Samara said as she stood up, fixing her robes as she headed towards the door. "I'll see you around the castle," she said as she reached the door and gave him a smile. Severus nodded curtly, keeping the neutral mask on his face before moving from were he was sitting to sit on the couch.

He would definitely need that Dreamless Sleep Potion.

TBC…

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