A Forbidden Love
by A. Smithee
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. He belongs to J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner, and there's no point in suing me because all I own are some CDs and nail polish. Not to mention handcuffs, a favorite possession of mine …
Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy. This is also a PWP with slash. If you don't like slash, don't read it. It's as simple as that. Really.
Also, pregnancy goes really quickly in the wizarding world.
Chapter Seven
"Class dismissed," Snape announced. Even though Dumbledore had canceled classes, Snape still held his.
Goyle walked quickly toward the door, but stopped when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Goyle, we need to talk about your … uh … test," Snape said nervously as the rest of the class left.
"Sure thing, Professor."
"Well, Goyle, I was w-wondering if you were planning on g-going to the Ball," Snape stuttered.
"Uh … I don't think Dumbledore condones teachers taking students to –"
"No, you misunderstood me. I thought that we could maybe have a picnic down here tonight," Snape said, avoiding Goyle's eyes.
"I'd be honored," Goyle said. He leaned over and kissed Snape.
Snape blushed and started stuttering more. "W-well, good. M-maybe we could have a dress-up party of our own."
"You can bet on it."
The Great Hall looks magnificent, Dumbledore thought happily. The students will have a night of good, clean fun. He scanned the room and saw a small door he had never seen before. He glanced at it one last time before leaving the Hall.
"Ron, do you have the items I requested?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Ron's muffled voice said from inside the secret room they had discovered under the common room. It had two doors, one in the common room and the other in the Great Hall.
"Good. We should set the stuff up and then head down to the Ball."
Hermione sat on her bed, crying. She was dressed as a pig because it was the only thing that hid her stomach.
"Hermione, are you in there? It's time to go to the Ball," Lavender said from behind the door.
"I'm coming." Hermione got up and waddled to the door.
"Wow, you look like shit," Lavender said. She was dressed as Cleopatra and looked amazing. Her date was Dean. "Ron is not going to want to be seen with you."
"Well, Ron is stupid and I don't really love him," Hermione said. "Lavender, do you realize we're the only ones in this room?"
"Sorry, Herm, I don't play for that team."
More forbidden trysts, et cetera, to come! Hehe.