Gaaaaaa! My internet won't work, so until it does, I can't post this, but I'm gonna type it anyway, so I can post it soon. As such, that means I can't thank my wonderful reviewers, because trust me, I can't remember you all! But thanks to everyone who reviewed, and you know who you are!

I do remember a few comments about teen sex, etc. I agree with you guys, hence the outcome of this fic!

One thing I remember is someone saying something about Snape's take on the situation. I thought I did some of that last chapter, but maybe you want more? I already have the whole story written, and I don't really have Snape in much more of it. Ummmmm… if you want Snape's take, let's just say he doesn't like it.

Ok, ignore my ramblings. Here's the next chappy.

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Chapter 7: Conversations

The next morning Hermione got another note. The boys didn't comment. It told Hermione to go to Severus' office at eleven o'clock that night.

Hermione sighed. She didn't really feel like going, didn't really feel like doing anything, but she knew she would.

For most of that day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione lounged around, playing chess and Exploding Snap. Hermione got tired around eight, and decided to go take a quick nap. She lay down in her bed, setting her alarm just in case, and promptly fell asleep.

"Hermione, wake up! Hermione!" a heavy weight bounced on her bed. She rolled over and groaned. "You're going to be late for class! You have half and hour before Transfiguration!" Hermione's eyes popped open. Parvati was shaking her.

"Alright, I'm awake! Thanks for telling me." She jumped out of bed and grabbed her clothes. She pulled them on and ran out of the room.

If Hermione had been that kind of person, she would have swore. She was supposed to have met Severus last night. This was so complicated. She sometimes just wanted to curl up in her bed for the next nine months.

At breakfast she avoided Severus' eye. She stared at her plate and picked at her food. By now Harry and Ron had grown used to this and left her alone. They had to eat quickly, because, as Parvati had pointed out, Hermione had overslept.

As they ran to Transfiguration, Ron asked Hermione how she could have possibly gone to bed at eight the previous evening, ignore her alarm, and not wake up until God knows when if she wasn't forced to.

Hermione smapped at Ron that it was none of his business, that she was sick, and to leave her alone. All in all, Harry decided it was not a good tiem to bring up the fact that Snape had been staring at Hermione all through breakfast. The whole situation was very odd.

Hermione was dreading Potions. She would have to explain ehrself to Severus sometime, and he'd probably tell her when and where in class.

Professor Snape swept into the classroom exactly when the bell rang. He snapped at them to make the potion on the board and settled back in his chair with a sour look on his face. Hermione chanced a glance up, and he caught her gaze. She looked at him softly, pleading with him. He nodded and raised an eyebrow; she shook her head. He mouthed 'dinner' and glanced around the room. She nodded.

Harry watched with narrowed eyes as the silent conversation took place. He caught the 'dinner,' but nothing else made sense. He hit Ron on the arm. "They're doing it again," he whispered.

"She's hiding something. She won't tell us. Maybe Ginny…"

"Severus looked around the room to make sure no one had seen their exchange. His eye caught Potter's and the boy quickly looked down at his cauldron, pretending to be immersed in his potion. Severus narrowed his eyes. Potter was suspicious.

Harry and Ron pulled Ginny aside during their free period. "Ginny, we need to ask you a favor. Can yo utalk to Hermione, ask her if something is wrong? You know, girl talk."

Ginny eyed them. "Why? What won't she tell you?" she brightened. "Does she have a boyfriend?"

Ron looked at Harry. This was too close to the truth. "We don't know. That's it. she's being really secretive."

"Don't worry. Secrets ar my specialty." She grinned and flounced away down the corridor.

When Ginny waltzed up to Hermione at dinner and asked her if they could talk, she looked immediately at Harry and Ron. They pretended to be talking about their Charms hoemwork, and she knew they had asked Ginny to talk to her. She sighed and agreed. "What's wrong, Ginny?"

"I just noticed how quiet you've been lately. And I know," Ginny continued when Hermione opened her mouth, "I know you're sick, which has me worried. What sickness did you get that Madame Pomfrey can't cure?"

Hermione wished so bad that she could spill everything, but knew she would just get in trouble, and probably lose her friends. It wasn't worth it.

She checked her watch, and excused herself from Ginny. After throughly making sure she wasn't being followed, she ran to the dungeons. She didn't want Severus to think she'd stood him up again.

Severus sat at his desk, twirling a quill idly. Hermione should be here shortly, he thought. Almost immediately she walked into the room.

"Where were you last night?" his voice had a dangerous note in it, and Hermione shrank back, a hurt, almost terrorized, look on her face. He felt oddly good for having that power.

"I fell asleep," she whispered hesitantly. "I honestly meant to meet you you, but I decided to take a nap and I didn't wake up until late this morning." She walked over to him and reached up to his lips. He pulled angrily away.

"Honestly, Severus, what do you want me to say?" she cried. She sat down on one of the desk and put her face in her hands. "Everything is so confusing!"

"And who's fault is that? I ended it. You started it. I don't have much sympathy. Last night you'd said you'd be there and you weren't." Severus kept his voice cold even though he wanted to go over and comfort the small shaking form of his lover.

"Who's fault is this?" she looked up incredulously. "This is your fault! If you hadn't… then I wouldn't have done it, and none of this would have happened!" she jumped up and galred at him angrily.

"Oh, stop being so childish." He turned away and went into his office. She glared at his retreating back and stalked out of the room, slamming the door for good measure.

"What nerve!" she mumbled to herself as she stalked back to the Common Room.

Hermione threw herself into her studies like never before. She started studying for the N.E.W.T.s, even though they were four months away. Harry and Ron were somewhat scared for Hermione's health. Soon she stopped throwing up, but she continued snapping at anyoen who crossed her. She also seemed to have a weird craving for mince pie.

Snape became more vicious than ever on class. Everyone, including many Slytherins, started dreading Potions. He was particularly cruel to the Gryffindor seventh years, even Hermione, whom he had seemed to ignore the past few months.

This lasted for over three months. All the seventh years were welcoming the N.E.W.T.s with open arms, because it meant they would graduate and become full-fledged wizards.

Hermione became more and more nervous. Her stomach was rounding out. Luckily, her roomy school robes hid it, but she was very conscious that wouldn't last for long.

Finally, the day of N.E.W.T.s came and went. Graduation day drew near. Hermione decided to try to patch things up with Severus. After all, he was connected to her, through the baby.

Severus was getting tired of his fight with Hermione. It had been so long since he had held her, whispered love words in her ears, felt her lips on his. He wanted her back. It really had been his fault, but he hadn't wanted to admit it.

In the last class of Potions, everyone was alittle antsy. Severus caught Hermione's eye, and she tentatively returned his gaze. She nodded. The bell rang. Harry and Ron gathered their stuff and rushed out of the room. In their haste they didn't see Hermione make her way up to the professor's desk.

"Hermione." He looked in her eyes as soon as the last student exited the room. "Will you forgive me?"

Her eyes filled with tears, and she nodded. He swept her up in a big kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he tickled her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her slightly rounded stomach protruding and his heart sunk when he realized the reality of their situation.

He pulled away. "What are you going to do with the baby?"

This question had been bothering Hermione for the past couple months. She shook her head. "I don't know. What do you think we should do?"

The questions tumped Severus. He couldn't take care of it here, that was for sure. "Do you want it? you have so much life to live, I don't want to see you slowed down by a baby."

"We could always put it up for adoption, but I don't know if I want to. However, I don't want it, you can't take it. I don't want my parents to know about it. that looks like our only option, I guess." She sighed.

"Ok, that's what we'll do. You had better go now. And Hermione." She turned, hand on the doorknob. He smiled. "Congratulations on graduating first in class." She blushed and muttered a "thanks," and walked out.

At the end of the year feast, Ron asked Hermione and Harry to spend the summer at the Burrow, per usual. Since she couldn't think of any reason not to, Hermione agreed. Harry had already okayed it with Dumbledore, and he was sure the Dursleys wouldn't care. Hermione hoped her robes would cover up her sxpanding stomach long enough for her to get her own place and a job.

On the train rode home, Hermione was quiet. Would she see Severus ever again? How, if she didn't go back to Hogwarts? And did she even want to? It wasn't like they could have a future, not after this incident, and they would never have a normal relationship if Hermione had to keep it hidden from Harry and Ron and her other friends.

Harry interrrupted her thoughts with an offer of a game of Exploding Snap. She agreed, and they spent the rest of the trip playing games.

When they walked out inot the station, Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them. "Oh, you three! You're all grown up! Graduated and everything." She smiled proudly at them. "Well, come on." They walked out to the car and headed to the Burrow.