A/n: as usual: I CAN'T SPELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I think the story is
quite good though.
Disclaimer: the usual, Rating, same as always..
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Hermione woke up, the pain was gone, and she felt warm and safe. At first she couldn't remember what had happened, she felt so safe and warm, loved and wanted, like when Severus was holding her. But still she knew she was alone in her bed.
But this wasn't her bed? She opened her eyes and realised she was in the hospital-wing.
{The baby?!}
She thought in panic, rising herself to sit in the bed, now remembering the bleeding, the pain, and the dead twin.
Then she felt it.
Deep inside her, like a fish moving its tail, she felt the remaining baby moving. Like it wanted to say:
"Relax mother, I'm still here!"
It was the first time she felt the baby move, and relieved and happy she fell back on the bed, tears of joy and relief poured from her closed eyes down her cheeks.
"Hermione?" A husky voice from the bed at her left side startled her. Severus. "Are you still in pain?" he rose from his bed with a worried expression on his face.
"No!" she sobbed, "I'm just so happy!"
He looked puzzled, "Hermione, you do remember what happened? Don't you?"
He asked quietly, with a worried tone in his voice. He was afraid her mind was hurt from the experience of loosing a baby, blocking out what really happened, and he didn't know how to tell her that she had lost a baby, if she didn't remember.
She smiled through the tears: "Yes, Severus, I remember that I lost one of the babies, I guess it's inappropriate of me to be happy. But the other, Severus, he just moved! He's alive!"
Severus stared at her. He didn't know what was amazing him most, the fact that the baby obviously was fine, or the fact that Hermione unconsciously had called the baby "he".
"He?" the Potions Master croaked. "It's a "he"?"
Hermione looked at him quiet, her eyes were big when she realised what she had said. She closed her eyes and put her hand on her belly. Stroking it slow, still with her eyes closed, like she was looking inside her self. Then she smiled, and opened her eyes, meeting Snape's black with her own brown gaze. "Yes, it's a boy!"
The Potions Master stepped closer; his vision was all of a sudden blurred. Now he was the one having his eyes filled with joyful tears. He sat down on the side of her bed; his big hand was shaking slightly, as he touched the fine arch of her belly. Resting his hand on her, he winked the tears away, "A boy?" he whispered. She nodded.
"Hermione! I thought I was loosing you both!" He started to cry for real.
"I know!" she said, pulling his head to rest in her arms, caressing his hair. "I know."
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"She's not coming!" Severus Snape, The Potions Master at Hogwarts, was not looking as his usual cold self. "She has run away, I know it!"
Paler that usual, but with his cheeks flushing nervously, he was pacing around him self in the Great Hall.
"Relax!" Lupin was trying to get a hold on the nervous groom, but every time he was close; Severus shifted direction, and kept pacing around, like a big black panther in a cage.
"Why on earth should she marry a nasty old professor like me?!, of course not, she has fled, I know it!" He was waving his arm, not even noticing that he was almost knocking Lupin down.
"I wouldn't blame her, " The werewolf muttered, then he shouted: "Will you stand at least stand still for a second, you old fool?!"
"What?" Snape swirled around looking at Lupin as it was the first time he realised he was there.
"Will you please calm down Severus?" The werewolf grabbed Snape by his arms; to be sure he didn't start pacing again. "She isn't here because she isn't supposed to be here in at least half an hour yet. She is getting dressed, she wants to get married to you, and she is not running away. Now will you please sit down, you're making us all very dizzy the way you're pacing around the room!"
Severus looked at Lupin with a confused expression on his face, as the werewolf led him to a chair, and pushed him down.
"She's just getting dressed?" he asked.
Lupin nodded.
"She's not running away?"
Lupin shook his head.
"She wants to get married to me?"
"Strangely enough, yes!" The werewolf replied dryly.
Snape sighed with a silly smiled on his face. "She wants to get married to me!"
"Unbelievably, isn't?" Lupin smiled, and shook his head again.
Being the Best man to such a nervous wreck, was a hard job.. He smiled to himself; he had been surprised when Snape had asked him to be the best man, and to be honest, a bit honoured. But as Snape said, he didn't really have any friends, he definitely didn't want to ask Malfoy! And It was Lupin who had made him aware if Hermione situation.
At the same time Dumbledore approached them, his blue eyes twinkling. "Nervous groom?" he asked with amusement.
"The most nervous groom in history!",
Lupin stated, and the two men watched with amusement the usually cold Potions Master biting his nails!
Dumbledore chuckled, and waved his wand. All of a sudden he had a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Here, Severus, drink this!"
"Thank you!" Snape said, and without looking on the glass, he poured it down. Immediately he started to cough, and looked confused at Dumbledore.
"Fire-whiskey, not water!" Dumbledore answered the question in Snape's eyes.
"I'll give you another one, but unless you want to pass out during the ceremony, I suggest you sip this one!"
Severus nodded silently, and did as he was told.
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A few minutes later he rose from his chair and gasped as Hermione approached. She was stunningly beautiful, in Gryffindor-red dressrobes, her hair hanging loose, all the way to the small of her back. Her father walking at her left side, dressed in a muggle tuxedo, looking down at his daughter with just as much pride as Severus was glowing in his own eyes.
Behind them came Ginny in a Slytherin-green dress, she looked at Snape, and winked at him and smiled, but he didn't even notice, all he could see was his beautiful bride.
"ahem!" Dumbledore had risen and cleared his voice. "Friends! It's time!"
"Huh?" Severus tore his gaze away from Hermione. "What?"
Ginny giggled, and Lupin rolled his eyes.
"The ceremony, your wedding, for Merlin's sake!" Lupin whispered to Snape, who pulled himself together, and offered Hermione his arm as they turned to Dumbledore.
With a feeling of awe they looked at each other, as the stepped into the golden pentagram the headmaster had made visible on the floor, waving his wand.
The head master standing in "head of the star", the best man and the maid of honour in each "arm" of the star, and the bride and groom in each "leg".
"Dear children!" Dumbledore started.
Hiccup!
Dumbledores eyes twinkled behind his glasses, and he started again: "Dear children!"
Hiccup!
They all turned to look at the usually pale groom, who now was bright red in his face. Every person in the great hall was very silent.
Hiccup!
Snape had an expression of despair in his face. "Please Sir!, it's the fire- whiskey!"
A snort from Lupin gave away that the best man had just as much trouble as the giggling maid-of-honour had, trying not to laugh...
"Please Sir!"
Hiccup!
Now the bride snorted too, and finally the headmaster had mercy on the blushing groom, waved his wand over his head, and Severus stopped hiccuping.
"Dear children! " The headmaster started again. This time he was able to finish the ceremony, without any disturbances.
The bride and the groom gave each other their vows to love each other not only for the rest of their lives, but in eternity and in death. the only sound audible besides their voices was the moved sobbing of Hermione mother and McGonagall.
"You may kiss your bride Severus!" the headmaster finished.
"I may?", Snape answered, breathless from the feeling of awe rushing through him when he looked at the beautiful young wife of his.
Dumbledore laughed, " yes! And if you don't hurry, I will!."
Severus gave him a dark look of warning, and kissed his wife softly. After a short while, he felt someone sticking a finger in his back. He turned around, and looked into the laughing faces of Lupin, Harry and Ron. "Come on, now it's our turn!"
To their great surprise, and to amusement to the other people in the great hall, Snape grabbed Lupin with a wicked smile on his face, pulled him close, and kissed him on the mouth. The two students paled and backed away.
"Come to think of it," Ron stuttered, "A simple handshake will probably do as well."
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A/n: I know Snape are a bit out of character, but most men are when they are getting married..
Disclaimer: the usual, Rating, same as always..
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Hermione woke up, the pain was gone, and she felt warm and safe. At first she couldn't remember what had happened, she felt so safe and warm, loved and wanted, like when Severus was holding her. But still she knew she was alone in her bed.
But this wasn't her bed? She opened her eyes and realised she was in the hospital-wing.
{The baby?!}
She thought in panic, rising herself to sit in the bed, now remembering the bleeding, the pain, and the dead twin.
Then she felt it.
Deep inside her, like a fish moving its tail, she felt the remaining baby moving. Like it wanted to say:
"Relax mother, I'm still here!"
It was the first time she felt the baby move, and relieved and happy she fell back on the bed, tears of joy and relief poured from her closed eyes down her cheeks.
"Hermione?" A husky voice from the bed at her left side startled her. Severus. "Are you still in pain?" he rose from his bed with a worried expression on his face.
"No!" she sobbed, "I'm just so happy!"
He looked puzzled, "Hermione, you do remember what happened? Don't you?"
He asked quietly, with a worried tone in his voice. He was afraid her mind was hurt from the experience of loosing a baby, blocking out what really happened, and he didn't know how to tell her that she had lost a baby, if she didn't remember.
She smiled through the tears: "Yes, Severus, I remember that I lost one of the babies, I guess it's inappropriate of me to be happy. But the other, Severus, he just moved! He's alive!"
Severus stared at her. He didn't know what was amazing him most, the fact that the baby obviously was fine, or the fact that Hermione unconsciously had called the baby "he".
"He?" the Potions Master croaked. "It's a "he"?"
Hermione looked at him quiet, her eyes were big when she realised what she had said. She closed her eyes and put her hand on her belly. Stroking it slow, still with her eyes closed, like she was looking inside her self. Then she smiled, and opened her eyes, meeting Snape's black with her own brown gaze. "Yes, it's a boy!"
The Potions Master stepped closer; his vision was all of a sudden blurred. Now he was the one having his eyes filled with joyful tears. He sat down on the side of her bed; his big hand was shaking slightly, as he touched the fine arch of her belly. Resting his hand on her, he winked the tears away, "A boy?" he whispered. She nodded.
"Hermione! I thought I was loosing you both!" He started to cry for real.
"I know!" she said, pulling his head to rest in her arms, caressing his hair. "I know."
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"She's not coming!" Severus Snape, The Potions Master at Hogwarts, was not looking as his usual cold self. "She has run away, I know it!"
Paler that usual, but with his cheeks flushing nervously, he was pacing around him self in the Great Hall.
"Relax!" Lupin was trying to get a hold on the nervous groom, but every time he was close; Severus shifted direction, and kept pacing around, like a big black panther in a cage.
"Why on earth should she marry a nasty old professor like me?!, of course not, she has fled, I know it!" He was waving his arm, not even noticing that he was almost knocking Lupin down.
"I wouldn't blame her, " The werewolf muttered, then he shouted: "Will you stand at least stand still for a second, you old fool?!"
"What?" Snape swirled around looking at Lupin as it was the first time he realised he was there.
"Will you please calm down Severus?" The werewolf grabbed Snape by his arms; to be sure he didn't start pacing again. "She isn't here because she isn't supposed to be here in at least half an hour yet. She is getting dressed, she wants to get married to you, and she is not running away. Now will you please sit down, you're making us all very dizzy the way you're pacing around the room!"
Severus looked at Lupin with a confused expression on his face, as the werewolf led him to a chair, and pushed him down.
"She's just getting dressed?" he asked.
Lupin nodded.
"She's not running away?"
Lupin shook his head.
"She wants to get married to me?"
"Strangely enough, yes!" The werewolf replied dryly.
Snape sighed with a silly smiled on his face. "She wants to get married to me!"
"Unbelievably, isn't?" Lupin smiled, and shook his head again.
Being the Best man to such a nervous wreck, was a hard job.. He smiled to himself; he had been surprised when Snape had asked him to be the best man, and to be honest, a bit honoured. But as Snape said, he didn't really have any friends, he definitely didn't want to ask Malfoy! And It was Lupin who had made him aware if Hermione situation.
At the same time Dumbledore approached them, his blue eyes twinkling. "Nervous groom?" he asked with amusement.
"The most nervous groom in history!",
Lupin stated, and the two men watched with amusement the usually cold Potions Master biting his nails!
Dumbledore chuckled, and waved his wand. All of a sudden he had a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Here, Severus, drink this!"
"Thank you!" Snape said, and without looking on the glass, he poured it down. Immediately he started to cough, and looked confused at Dumbledore.
"Fire-whiskey, not water!" Dumbledore answered the question in Snape's eyes.
"I'll give you another one, but unless you want to pass out during the ceremony, I suggest you sip this one!"
Severus nodded silently, and did as he was told.
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A few minutes later he rose from his chair and gasped as Hermione approached. She was stunningly beautiful, in Gryffindor-red dressrobes, her hair hanging loose, all the way to the small of her back. Her father walking at her left side, dressed in a muggle tuxedo, looking down at his daughter with just as much pride as Severus was glowing in his own eyes.
Behind them came Ginny in a Slytherin-green dress, she looked at Snape, and winked at him and smiled, but he didn't even notice, all he could see was his beautiful bride.
"ahem!" Dumbledore had risen and cleared his voice. "Friends! It's time!"
"Huh?" Severus tore his gaze away from Hermione. "What?"
Ginny giggled, and Lupin rolled his eyes.
"The ceremony, your wedding, for Merlin's sake!" Lupin whispered to Snape, who pulled himself together, and offered Hermione his arm as they turned to Dumbledore.
With a feeling of awe they looked at each other, as the stepped into the golden pentagram the headmaster had made visible on the floor, waving his wand.
The head master standing in "head of the star", the best man and the maid of honour in each "arm" of the star, and the bride and groom in each "leg".
"Dear children!" Dumbledore started.
Hiccup!
Dumbledores eyes twinkled behind his glasses, and he started again: "Dear children!"
Hiccup!
They all turned to look at the usually pale groom, who now was bright red in his face. Every person in the great hall was very silent.
Hiccup!
Snape had an expression of despair in his face. "Please Sir!, it's the fire- whiskey!"
A snort from Lupin gave away that the best man had just as much trouble as the giggling maid-of-honour had, trying not to laugh...
"Please Sir!"
Hiccup!
Now the bride snorted too, and finally the headmaster had mercy on the blushing groom, waved his wand over his head, and Severus stopped hiccuping.
"Dear children! " The headmaster started again. This time he was able to finish the ceremony, without any disturbances.
The bride and the groom gave each other their vows to love each other not only for the rest of their lives, but in eternity and in death. the only sound audible besides their voices was the moved sobbing of Hermione mother and McGonagall.
"You may kiss your bride Severus!" the headmaster finished.
"I may?", Snape answered, breathless from the feeling of awe rushing through him when he looked at the beautiful young wife of his.
Dumbledore laughed, " yes! And if you don't hurry, I will!."
Severus gave him a dark look of warning, and kissed his wife softly. After a short while, he felt someone sticking a finger in his back. He turned around, and looked into the laughing faces of Lupin, Harry and Ron. "Come on, now it's our turn!"
To their great surprise, and to amusement to the other people in the great hall, Snape grabbed Lupin with a wicked smile on his face, pulled him close, and kissed him on the mouth. The two students paled and backed away.
"Come to think of it," Ron stuttered, "A simple handshake will probably do as well."
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A/n: I know Snape are a bit out of character, but most men are when they are getting married..