Chapter 17

Cold Heart

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Hermione grasped tightly upon Severus' body as he nearly lost his footing upon seeing Harry standing inside the doorway. Hermione gentally eased him back onto the bed in a seated position.

They wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon.

"Hermione, get out of here." Severus hissed at her, clutching at his still injured sides.

"She isn't going anywhere, Snape." Harry declared darkly. "You've forgotten something in all of this. Hermione may love you, but her loyalty lies with me. It always has. I'm her husband and I'm here to take my wife home to London. Hopefully we can still save some part of ourselves in this."

"Come, love," Harry pleaded softly so. "Please?"

What the fuck is that bastard up to? Snape thought furiously. He's acting like nothing was ever wrong. That he never tried to murder me back in the forest clearing with Lucius Malfoy.

He is up to something.

He knows something.

Then it hit him. Of course.

"Hermione, don't go with him!" Snape said with difficult breath.

"You know that I wasn't about to-"

"Hermione, he doesn't need me anymore."

"What?" She cried happily.

"Go on, Snape." Harry urged with a sadistic grin edged on his features. "Tell her why!"

"Why?" Hermione then demanded.

"Because, love," Severus answered softly, ignoring Potter and everything else. "You're pregnant!"


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