~Sorry it has been so long! I got writer's block! Oh, and the last ch was actually ch 7 not 8~
Anyways, here is the chapter*
Ch8: Plans
Hermione walked into Snape's office, confused.
Why would he call me out of class to come talk to him? He has a class as well? What could be so important?! she wondered.
She found him in his room, sitting by the fire.
"I suppose you have a sub?" she asked.
"Yes, I know that you are upset I pulled you out of Muggle Studies, but this cannot wait." he told her, his head faced towards the fire.
They stood in silence for a minute, then impatient as ever, Hermione asked,
"Well, then what is it?!"
"Come, sit," was all he said, and she complied. After all these past few days have been difficult for us both. No, not difficult, they've been hell. She mused.
When she was seated, he finally looked at her.
"How have you been feeling?" he asked. She knew this wasn't because he cared about her, it was because she was carrying his baby.
"I'm fine, actually. No symptoms yet." she smiled, trying to keep the conversation light.
"That's good." he commented. They continued their small talk for a while, and Hermione thought she was going to burst. When she thought she could take it no more, Snape finally said,
"I asked you here to make a proposition."
"Yeah?" she asked, wondering what it could possibly be.
"I know that becoming pregnant will affect your life, and since you won't give the baby up, I have another method that may help you. I can make a potion that can speed up the pregnancy, you will only be pregnant for four months.' he said, fearful of her response.
Hermione considered it a moment, then decided to ask,
"What are the side affects?" Snape was surprised by her sudden interest and responded,
"You would get bigger very quick and you would get many symptoms, such as morning sickness, all at once."
"Ok, let's do it." Hermione smiled, sending Snape into an even more state of shock.
"W-what?" he asked.
"I said ok," she sighed.
"I didn't expect you to, to-"
"To say yes so fast." she finished.
"Yes, I at least expected you to consider the option before making such a rash decision." he commented.
"The decision is not rash," she argued,
"Look, think about it this way, being pregnant at school is against the rules, so I can't tell anyone. And I don't want to carry the child around for nine freakin' months! I know that people will be more likely to notice if I get fat in four months, but at least it will be over soon."
Well, I can't argue with that logic, he mused, and smiled. He had not expected her to have a reasonable answer.
I'm always underestimating her…
"Very well then, I will make the potion for you tonight." He told her, and went back to his book. Hermione just gaped at him.
What? No hug or kiss goodbye! Fine! she mused as she got up and left. As she slammed the door, Snape clenched his jaw.
I know I hurt her, but I can't tell her how I feel… I know she said she loves me, but if I love her it would put her in danger… She's already in danger… he mused, because of me…Why the hell am I always putting the people I love in danger?
Without answering the question, he pushed the thoughts out of his head and turned his attention back to his book.
Hermione walked down the quiet hallway, towards the Gryffindor common room.
He's an arse! Absolute bastard! Her mind screamed. And on a sigh, she remembered that she loved him because of it. She had loved him ever since she began to go to school at Hogwarts. She laughed as she thought back to that first year. How stupid and naïve we were! Thinking that Snape was trying to kill us all…
She snapped back into reality when she collided with a hard substance. She looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of her.
"Watch where you are going, you filthy mudblood!" he called as he made way to brush past her. But instead of letting him past, she stood where she was.
"Don't call me that!" she said, her teeth clenched,
"Or you will pay!"
"Oh will I?" he laughed.
"Yes, you will…" she threatened, not sure what had gotten a hold of her.
"Mudblood, mudblood!" he taunted. And before he could get out another sentence, Hermione's fist collided with Draco's jaw. He jumped back, crying in pain, and Hermione just stepped past him, continuing on her way to the common room.
Snape stood in his class room, muttering ingredients under his breath while he pour liquid substances into a cauldron. He was so absorbed in his work that he did not notice the small green snake come into the room. It was only when he heard the crack of someone transforming, that Snape even looked up.
"Master," he stammered in surprise.
"Severus, I assume you did what I told you to do." The statement was a fact, not a question.
"No, I- It will take some more time…" he choked.
'More time! More time! How hard can it be to kill a filthy mudblood?! You will pay for your insolence!" Voldemort cried, as he whipped out his wand.
"Imperio" Voldemort yelled, and Snape felt pain seer through him. Voldemort was treating him like a puppet.
Snape felt himself hurl across the room, smash into things, break glass. It wasn't until later that he realized that there was blood on his hands. At the moment the pain was too much for him to concentrate on anything else.
The pain continued like this for ten minutes, it seemed like hours to Snape, before he was released.
"Remember the lesson, kill the girl," was all Voldemort said as he transformed back into a snake, and slithered out the door. Snape, unaware of the mess in his classroom, passed out on the floor.
"Severus, wake up!" he heard the urgent cry of the headmaster above him. It was only after being shaken did Snape fully realize what had happened. He shut his eyes as if to block the pain when he heard another voice.
"He's not dead, is he?" came Hermione's small scared voice.
"No, I'm fine." he said feebly, as he tried to stand up. He felt Dumbledore guide him up, and put him in a chair.
"Severus, what happened?" the headmaster asked, concern growing in his voice.
"Voldemort," was all Snape said.
"OK, well, let's get you to the hospital wing." And they did just that. It was only a matter of minutes before he felt himself lay down in one of the hospital wing's beds.
"What is going on?" Hermione question, not caring that he was the headmaster, only that Severus was hurt.
"He will be fine. It seems the Dark Lord decided to pay him a visit, and he didn't like what he found."
"You, mean, this has happened before?" Hermione stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Yes, but never this seriously. You see, Severus is acting as a Death Eater to help the Order-"
"I know, he told me. And I know he is supposed to kill me…"
"Yes," Dumbledore answered,
"And until Severus does, I'm afraid Voldemort won't stop hurting him."
Hermione thought on this a moment, then went to sit down next to Snape. She held his hand and watched as he drifted off into sleep.
She loves him… Dumbledore mused, as he watched her concern grow. After a moment or two, Hermione stood up, and crossed over to Dumbledore.
"What if I were to die?" she asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I think I have an idea…" she smiled, hoping that her plan would work.