Yet another delay……what can I say apart from sorry? I'm just seriously stressed now days but I will try and write as soon as often. Glad you are liking the story so far, hopefully it will keep getting better and better
Any suggestions for a storyline are open as I am a very flexible writer
On with the chapter…
Snape was once again pulled into another scene. He could tell that it was a month or two later, as Hermione's stomach was protruding, and her pregnancy was now visible. Hermione was wiping tables in the restaurant at the end of the day, obviously exhausted. She closed her eyes and touched her stomach in slight discomfort, at which Snape tensed immediately. She opened her eyes again and carried on cleaning. She had to in order to earn a living. She heard the restaurant door open.
"We're closed," she said, turning around, to face a chestnut haired man with dark brown eyes, and she smiled slightly.
"Dr Harris…." She started, but he interrupted her:
"Dan."
She smiled and conceded. "Alright then, Dan. What a pleasant surprise. Is everything alright?"
He looked at her closely with a calculating gaze.
"You're pale, and you have dark circles under your eyes. Your body is exhausted yet you still keep working; why?" he asked, concerned. Hermione looked surprised, then turned her eyes to the ground. Within a moment, Dan was close to her, pulling her chin up gently but deftly to meet his gaze.
"I don't know what happened to you, but you have a sadness in you eyes which tells me that you've been through a lot," he whispered, and wiped away a stray tear. He gently stroked her cheek, and then moved away from her, gently taking her hand.
"Come on, I'll drop you home."
A low, dangerous growl escaped from Snape's throat as he watched this exchange, not liking where this was going. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched scenes fly by.
Dan saying something to make Hermione laugh.
Him helping her sit down, and lift heavy objects for her.
Their first kiss.
Snape felt like breaking something, preferably Daniel bloody Harris' neck. Repeatedly. Yet alongside the fury, he felt deep remorse. He should have been the one helping her through her pregnancy, drying her tears, kissing her.
Hermione heard the doorbell. The house was now officially hers since Claire had written it in her will, and Hermione tried her best not to move anything, because everything reminded her of Claire. She went to open the door, only for her mouth to drop open in shock.
Cornelius Fudge.
Ministor of Magic.
The judge who charged her guilty.
"What……" she stammered.
"May I come in?"