Soooo sorry its been so long! I had the loooongest month doing exams (GCSE's) and as well as that, like an idiot, I agreed to do separate sciences (triple award) which not only means extra work, but I finish later then every1 else (on Monday). I am an idiot. But I decided to get in another chapter for u wonderful people.

As well as that, I am currently working on an other story, which I have the story for in my mind and I love it already! It is called 'Careless Whisper' and the characters will be: Sephora Black, Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy. I CAN'T WAIT! I should have the first chapter up today so please read it, I promise it will not disappoint. It may even be better then this story….hope u enjoy this chapter!

Snape looked at Fudge's face, utterly shocked. What the hell could that bastard want now? A low growl erupted from his throat, but he was saved from having to throw his floaty body into the arsehole when-

SLAM.

Hermione slammed the door on Fudge's face, her own face turning pink with anger. How dare he?Before she could do anything else, she heard a 'pop' from behind her.

"Now, that's no way to treat a guest is it now?" Fudge asked calmly, as he made himself comfortable on the couch. "Well, I guess tea is out of the question then?" Hermione tried to calm herself down as she looked directly at the man who had a big part in ruining her life.

"Get.Out." she hissed at him, as she clenched her fist. She could see that below that amiable exterior, there was something much darker.

Fudge merely regarded her for a minute, before he stood up and faced her.

"Nice apartment by the way," he all but sneered, and she could see the disgust on his face.

"Yes, it is. Now what do you want here? The Ministry need my help in framing another innocent bystander of helping a Deatheater? What did they do? Say that you are a corrupt bastard who isn't worthy of being Ministor? Because sir, that is true. Actually come to think of it the Ministry is worthy of you, since they're just the same aren't they? Say they're helping people, but are actually finding ways to save their own arses. So yes, Mr Fudge, this is a nice apartment, and if living with muggles means I can get away from you and your dishonest Ministry, then I am glad that you charged me guilty," she said to him in a calm, but menacing tone.

Snape almost gaped at her speech, impressed and proud that she spoke to him in such a way, and looked vaguely amused at the expression on Fudge's face.

A vein was pulsating in Fudge's temple at this point, and had turned a wonderful shade of purple.

"MRS SNAPE! IF THIS IS SOME WAY OF TRYING TO MAKE ME BELIEVE YOUR BLATANT LIES OF BEING INNOCENT-" he shouted, livid, but Hermione interrupted him.

"I couldn't care less what you or your Ministry think. Now, get the hell out of my house. NOW!"

Fudge still looked furious, but he calmed himself down slightly, an evil smirk playing at his lips as he remembered why he was here.

Snape started to feel uncomfortable at the expression of pure malice on his face. This can't be good.

"Alas, Mrs Snape, you didn't let me finish. Don't you want to know why I'm here?" he asked, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"No. Now get-"

"I seriously think you should hear me out, because I have to take you to the Ministry today, regardless of whether you agree to it or not."

Hermione looked wary, a growing fear building up inside of her. That doesn't sound good.

"For what?" she asked, not sure she wanted to know.

Fudge cleared his throat and took out a scroll from his robe pocket. He opened it out and handed it to her, wanted to see her expression as she read it. Hermione took it, slightly hesitantly, and started to read it. Her face grew paler with every word she read, and her hand started shaking as she got to the end. She looked up at him, visibly shocked, as the scroll fell from her slack hands.

Snape looked on, confused, waiting to know what the hell could have caused such a reaction.

Fudge looked happy with her stunned reaction, and he laughed slightly sadistically.

"Yes, my dear. A new decree. You are carrying a murdering Death Eater's child and you must get rid of it immediately. We know you are quite far along, but we have all the necessary means at the Ministry. I am afraid you have no other choice but to come with me." But he didn't look upset at all, in fact he looked positively joyful.

Snape stared at Fudge in shock, and then white hot rage filled him. "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!"

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Sorry it's short but I promise I will continue with it soon. Also, I had originally written a much better version of this chapter, but have lost it, for some stupidly annoying reson. I know, I'm an idiot, a realisation I had not so long ago.

Also, I tried for ages to get this to upload, but I had to wait for a few days before it actually worked, hence the delay.