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Back in Black
Chapter 8
They stood there in silence for a long time. This was most likely because each was feeling a sensation that was unfiliar to them. They were each being held. Held by someone who cared about them. And as far as they were concerned, it was the greatest feeling in the world. When they finally did let go, (and this was over an hour later), it was only because Hermione deperatly needed to get to a lavatory. (A/N: Pregnant= baby sitting on your bladder.)
After there little encounter, the two were successful in avoiding each other. Sure they saw each other when Hermione was assissting Severus in lessons, and in the Great Hall at meal times, but that was about it. This led to the formation of doubt in each of their minds. 'Did that kiss really mean anything?' 'Is he avoiding me for a reason?' . . .etc. . . There actions towards each other had changed dramatically on the surface though. And leave it up to the other faculty, a certain head of Gryffindor in particular, to notice.
'Hermione, dear? Would you fancy a cuppa before we prepare the 7th year's next lesson?" Minerva asked Hermione in her best 'this is not a question' tone.
"I would be delighted, Professor." And she followed Minerva to her personal quarters.
"Please be seated Miss Granger." 'Back to Miss Granger, eh? Must be serious.' Hermione thought as she sat down next to her one time idle. "Hermione, the staff has noticed some considerable changes in your actions towards Severus, and vise versa." She looked over her glasses before continuing. "And I was just wondering if there was anything that you'd like to tell me?"
"Well, if you MUST know, I do believe. . .i'm um. . ." Some unclear mumbling follwed this statement.
"Sorry dear, I didn't quite catch that?"
"I said that I think I'm falling for him! " Hermione practically shouted. Whatever Minerva had been expecting, it wasn't that, as she preceeded to fall off her chair. 'Wow, if that was HER reaction, I'd hate to think what everyone else will say.'
(Insert some serious time here, let's say 3 months.)
It was now January and Hermione was showing. She had kept herself busy by doing all of Snape and McGonagall's lesson plans, but now that she had finished, she found herself to be incredibly bored. 'So this is why I'm an only child. Mum didn't want to do the whole pregnant thing ever again. Now I understand.'
Hermione's thoughts started to wander. 'I haven't seen or heard from either Ron or Harry in almost 6 months. . . yet I find that I don't really care.' 'A pink lemonade sounds really good right about now. . .' 'I wonder if Snape wears boxers or briefs?' 'Snape. . .' She never did get around to telling him her secret, and Minerva had kept her silence quite well. To tell the truth, she hadn't had any true interaction with Severus for the past three months. 'Hey, I need something to do, I wonder if he needs any help with that Wolfsbane potion he's brewing today.' With that she gave a great heave, stood up, and headed towards the dungeons. Since it was her first child, Hermione wasn't huge yet, but there was a quite noticable bump. Okay, so you had to be blind to not see that she was pregnant. This meant that she would probably be able to remain active up until here 8th month, which was good, as she would probably go insane with nothing to do. Upon reaching the entrance, she felt as though she was admitted just a little too quickly by someone who was supposed to be working on a very complicated potion. She kept her comments to herself however, and preceded in helping Snape add Phoenix ash and powdered root of Asphodel.
They worked in silence for about 20 minutes before Severus broke the silence. Before he spoke there was a look of deep concentration on his face, almost as though he were thinking something over very carefully. "Sex?" He just broke out. "Pardon me?!" Hermione was taken aback. "Oh that sounded intellegent Severus.' He rolled his mental eyes. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about a conversation I had with Poppy earlier. We were discussing your health and if my potion had any effect on the baby, when I asked her what sex it was. She said that she didn't know because you hadn't asked for her to check. And I was just wondering if you would consent to having the sex determined and possibly some paternal testing done so we could better check for any lasting effects of the potion." 'There. Scientific and smooth.' Snape gave himself a little wink.
"And what, praytell, are you winking at Professor Snape?" His teeth clenched a little. 'Oops.' "If you must know, it is muggle tradition to not know the sex of the baby until it is born and the father is most assuredly Ron. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll be going now, unless you have something furthur to discuss?" She spat out, slightly disgusted.
"Actually, Miss Granger, there is something else I would like to ask of you." He paused.
"Well?" Hermione said icily.
"To make up for my rudeness here today I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner this Saturday evening?" He had been planning to ask her out for a while now, but at least this way he didn't seem to desperate.
Hermione studied him. 'A dinner invatation? From him?' Then a smile crossed her face. "I would be delighted."
(Saturday Afternoon)
'Hair? Check. Make-up? Check. Dress? Check.' Hermione was running through her last minute panick before he arrived. 'Why am I so nervous? Calm down. . . Calm down. . .' She was trying to toughen herself up a little just as he arrived. She opened the door and was amazed by the site that greeted her. He was dressed in new, clean cut, silky robes. Black of course, but still sexy. 'Did I just think he was sexy?'
"Ready Ma'am?" He asked in a very gentalmen like manner as he kissed her hand.
"Yes, good sir, but might you first tell me where we are going?"
"It's a surprise." He smirked evily. She rolled her eyes and they departed.
Hermione was truly shocked when they arrived at their destination. It was a resteraunt, but it was also the home of the largest wizarding library in Britain. She practically squeled in excitement upon arrival. They ate there dinner in peace and made small talk all the way through desert, but each could sense that the other was not being entirely truthful. It was only upon entering the library that they began to discuss important things. They were in the section labeled 'Modern Potions' when Hermione came across a thesis. It was one of Snape's. 'No Muerte, eh?' She read through it to discover that it was the potion he had administered to her that night in Knockturn Alley. She was in awe of his research. It must have taken ages to figure out what he had. She walked over to where he sat to show him his published thesis. A look of contemplation came over his face, as if thinking what to say, while a look of pride came over hers. "Severus, thank you for tonight, and thank you for this, -she pointed to the scroll-, 'Now or never' she thought before voicing her next opinion-, without it, I never would have fallen in love with you."
'There I did it! I siad it. Oh please God or whoever is up there, let him feel the same.' There was a silence following her words in which she began to panick again. 'PLEASE let him feel the same.' Then he smiled. It was the first true smile she had ever seen from him. He then pulled her into a hug and spun her around gently. "I love you, too." He whispered into her curls. She then did something unexpected; she cried. "Hermione, are you all right?" She was lost for words, as she could never remember being as happy as she was in this moment at any other point in her life.
"Fine. In fact, I'm perfect." She smiled up at him. "Ready to head back to the castle now?"
"Of course." And they walked outside and apparated back. Upon reaching the gates, they began to walk the steep route back to the castle. They were about half way up when Hermione's leg cramped and she began to stumble. Severus, gentlemen that he was, picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to her rooms. He put her down and propped her against the wall outside her door when she began to laugh. "My legs aren't made of glass you know. You didn't have to carry me all the way back up here."
"It was my pleasure. No harm done."
"Severus,. . .would you like to. . . would you like to come in for a spot of tea?" She stammered out.
"I would love a cup of tea. Thank you." And with that they walked inside. Let's just say they never made it to the kitchen. When each spotted the couch they had the same idea. 'Snog!' So they did, for about, oh, two hours.
A/N: Sorry kiddies, this is PG-13, not R for a reason. This story only has a couple more chapters and this is probably going to be the longest one but hey, who knows. Tell me if it sucked! Ttfn!
A/N: Look! I updated! And look again! It's a LONG chapter! Yay!
Back in Black
Chapter 8
They stood there in silence for a long time. This was most likely because each was feeling a sensation that was unfiliar to them. They were each being held. Held by someone who cared about them. And as far as they were concerned, it was the greatest feeling in the world. When they finally did let go, (and this was over an hour later), it was only because Hermione deperatly needed to get to a lavatory. (A/N: Pregnant= baby sitting on your bladder.)
After there little encounter, the two were successful in avoiding each other. Sure they saw each other when Hermione was assissting Severus in lessons, and in the Great Hall at meal times, but that was about it. This led to the formation of doubt in each of their minds. 'Did that kiss really mean anything?' 'Is he avoiding me for a reason?' . . .etc. . . There actions towards each other had changed dramatically on the surface though. And leave it up to the other faculty, a certain head of Gryffindor in particular, to notice.
'Hermione, dear? Would you fancy a cuppa before we prepare the 7th year's next lesson?" Minerva asked Hermione in her best 'this is not a question' tone.
"I would be delighted, Professor." And she followed Minerva to her personal quarters.
"Please be seated Miss Granger." 'Back to Miss Granger, eh? Must be serious.' Hermione thought as she sat down next to her one time idle. "Hermione, the staff has noticed some considerable changes in your actions towards Severus, and vise versa." She looked over her glasses before continuing. "And I was just wondering if there was anything that you'd like to tell me?"
"Well, if you MUST know, I do believe. . .i'm um. . ." Some unclear mumbling follwed this statement.
"Sorry dear, I didn't quite catch that?"
"I said that I think I'm falling for him! " Hermione practically shouted. Whatever Minerva had been expecting, it wasn't that, as she preceeded to fall off her chair. 'Wow, if that was HER reaction, I'd hate to think what everyone else will say.'
(Insert some serious time here, let's say 3 months.)
It was now January and Hermione was showing. She had kept herself busy by doing all of Snape and McGonagall's lesson plans, but now that she had finished, she found herself to be incredibly bored. 'So this is why I'm an only child. Mum didn't want to do the whole pregnant thing ever again. Now I understand.'
Hermione's thoughts started to wander. 'I haven't seen or heard from either Ron or Harry in almost 6 months. . . yet I find that I don't really care.' 'A pink lemonade sounds really good right about now. . .' 'I wonder if Snape wears boxers or briefs?' 'Snape. . .' She never did get around to telling him her secret, and Minerva had kept her silence quite well. To tell the truth, she hadn't had any true interaction with Severus for the past three months. 'Hey, I need something to do, I wonder if he needs any help with that Wolfsbane potion he's brewing today.' With that she gave a great heave, stood up, and headed towards the dungeons. Since it was her first child, Hermione wasn't huge yet, but there was a quite noticable bump. Okay, so you had to be blind to not see that she was pregnant. This meant that she would probably be able to remain active up until here 8th month, which was good, as she would probably go insane with nothing to do. Upon reaching the entrance, she felt as though she was admitted just a little too quickly by someone who was supposed to be working on a very complicated potion. She kept her comments to herself however, and preceded in helping Snape add Phoenix ash and powdered root of Asphodel.
They worked in silence for about 20 minutes before Severus broke the silence. Before he spoke there was a look of deep concentration on his face, almost as though he were thinking something over very carefully. "Sex?" He just broke out. "Pardon me?!" Hermione was taken aback. "Oh that sounded intellegent Severus.' He rolled his mental eyes. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about a conversation I had with Poppy earlier. We were discussing your health and if my potion had any effect on the baby, when I asked her what sex it was. She said that she didn't know because you hadn't asked for her to check. And I was just wondering if you would consent to having the sex determined and possibly some paternal testing done so we could better check for any lasting effects of the potion." 'There. Scientific and smooth.' Snape gave himself a little wink.
"And what, praytell, are you winking at Professor Snape?" His teeth clenched a little. 'Oops.' "If you must know, it is muggle tradition to not know the sex of the baby until it is born and the father is most assuredly Ron. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll be going now, unless you have something furthur to discuss?" She spat out, slightly disgusted.
"Actually, Miss Granger, there is something else I would like to ask of you." He paused.
"Well?" Hermione said icily.
"To make up for my rudeness here today I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner this Saturday evening?" He had been planning to ask her out for a while now, but at least this way he didn't seem to desperate.
Hermione studied him. 'A dinner invatation? From him?' Then a smile crossed her face. "I would be delighted."
(Saturday Afternoon)
'Hair? Check. Make-up? Check. Dress? Check.' Hermione was running through her last minute panick before he arrived. 'Why am I so nervous? Calm down. . . Calm down. . .' She was trying to toughen herself up a little just as he arrived. She opened the door and was amazed by the site that greeted her. He was dressed in new, clean cut, silky robes. Black of course, but still sexy. 'Did I just think he was sexy?'
"Ready Ma'am?" He asked in a very gentalmen like manner as he kissed her hand.
"Yes, good sir, but might you first tell me where we are going?"
"It's a surprise." He smirked evily. She rolled her eyes and they departed.
Hermione was truly shocked when they arrived at their destination. It was a resteraunt, but it was also the home of the largest wizarding library in Britain. She practically squeled in excitement upon arrival. They ate there dinner in peace and made small talk all the way through desert, but each could sense that the other was not being entirely truthful. It was only upon entering the library that they began to discuss important things. They were in the section labeled 'Modern Potions' when Hermione came across a thesis. It was one of Snape's. 'No Muerte, eh?' She read through it to discover that it was the potion he had administered to her that night in Knockturn Alley. She was in awe of his research. It must have taken ages to figure out what he had. She walked over to where he sat to show him his published thesis. A look of contemplation came over his face, as if thinking what to say, while a look of pride came over hers. "Severus, thank you for tonight, and thank you for this, -she pointed to the scroll-, 'Now or never' she thought before voicing her next opinion-, without it, I never would have fallen in love with you."
'There I did it! I siad it. Oh please God or whoever is up there, let him feel the same.' There was a silence following her words in which she began to panick again. 'PLEASE let him feel the same.' Then he smiled. It was the first true smile she had ever seen from him. He then pulled her into a hug and spun her around gently. "I love you, too." He whispered into her curls. She then did something unexpected; she cried. "Hermione, are you all right?" She was lost for words, as she could never remember being as happy as she was in this moment at any other point in her life.
"Fine. In fact, I'm perfect." She smiled up at him. "Ready to head back to the castle now?"
"Of course." And they walked outside and apparated back. Upon reaching the gates, they began to walk the steep route back to the castle. They were about half way up when Hermione's leg cramped and she began to stumble. Severus, gentlemen that he was, picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to her rooms. He put her down and propped her against the wall outside her door when she began to laugh. "My legs aren't made of glass you know. You didn't have to carry me all the way back up here."
"It was my pleasure. No harm done."
"Severus,. . .would you like to. . . would you like to come in for a spot of tea?" She stammered out.
"I would love a cup of tea. Thank you." And with that they walked inside. Let's just say they never made it to the kitchen. When each spotted the couch they had the same idea. 'Snog!' So they did, for about, oh, two hours.
A/N: Sorry kiddies, this is PG-13, not R for a reason. This story only has a couple more chapters and this is probably going to be the longest one but hey, who knows. Tell me if it sucked! Ttfn!
