A/N: Sorry about the long overdue update…yeah, I've been lazy…Summer kinda brings that out in ya…but no more! I want to update all the time! (cheering) So, I'm gunna update more often, I promise…just plz give me reviews! Oh and small cheer to KivaidensGirl, who came back to the fan fiction world from a long sickness and bf problems… I applaud her courageousness and I want her to know that I love her!

Ch 11: The Plan is Changed

Hermione woke to find herself in a cold, damp, dark room. The only light was from the fireplace, about five feet from the bed she was on. Groaning, she sat up and looked around.

Where the hell am I? she asked herself, rubbing her stomach. Finding no clue of the answer to her question, she lay back down on the bed, attempting to get back to sleep. After ten minutes of tossing and turning, she realized that she was hungry. She made to get off the bed, only to find that her foot had been chained to the bed.

"Oh, very romantic…" she sighed as she laid back down and began to sing:

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, cradle and all.

Hermione awoke to rough hands grabbing her shoulders.

"Get up." The figure was hooded, and his voice was disguised. Hermione blinked, then followed the order. It took her a great deal of strength not to grab her stomach, but fearing for the life of her baby, she refrained.

As the figure unlocked the chain that held her to the bed, he, she guessed that it was a male, led her to a smaller room filled with other men in black hoods. As she blinked back tears, she began to understand who her captors were: Death Eaters.

Even as she discovered this, the crowd parted and in came a tall, pale man with the appearance of a snake. Hermione knew him immediately: Voldemort.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" he asked, hatred dripping from his voice like acid.

"If it isn't Miss Granger." he laughed, and Hermione felt herself cringe.

I will not give in to this maniac, she told herself.

"What should we do with her?" came the voice from the Death Eater on her right. But, instead of answering, Voldemort continued to study her.

"I think we should keep her. Mr. Potter will do anything to get her back." Voldemort smiled and began to turn away from her.

At that moment, a last hooded figure came running in. He was tall, and well built.

"Master!" he called as he got down on his knees. Hermione did not have long to place the voice with a face before Voldemort confirmed her suspicion.

"Well, Severus, I thought you'd never join us. Isn't this your job?" Voldemort asked, looking back at Hermione with utter disgust.

"Yes, she is," he answered, looking directly at Hermione,

"I beg of you, let me prove my loyalty to you, and let me finish her off." Voldemort thought on this a bit before answering,

"Yes, yes, you should finish her off. Take her to the forest where she was taken and dispose of her. Take Malfoy and Crabbe with you!" At this final command, Voldemort flicked his wand and vanished.

"Let's go," Snape said before taking a hold of Hermione and apparating. It was not long before they reappeared in the forest just outside the school.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked, as she stood up and came face to face with none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"I don't know, child, but we shall soon see." he responded, as two other figures apparated beside Dumbledore.

"Let's get this over with," Lucius Malfoy grunted as he turned around to face Dumbledore.

"What the hell is he doing here, Severus?" Snape did not answer, however, he just pulled out his wand and shouted. No sooner than he did Lucius began to twist in pain. After a moment or two of struggle, Lucius passed out on the ground.

Snape now pointed his wand at Crabbe, who pulled out his own wand and quickly apparated.

"Well that takes care of him," Snape responded as he helped Hermione to her feet.

"Now, are you alright?" he asked, eyeing her stomach even as her hand rubbed it.

"I'm fine," she responded, looking around her.

"Where are we going?" she asked, wondering what was going to happen next.

"We are going home, back to Hogwarts." Dumbeldore answered her just before apparating.

Alone now, Hermione and Snape just stared at each other, neither of them moving.

"Is she alright?" Snape asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes. She is fine…I missed you." she told him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I mean, when I woke up and you weren't there-"

"Don't," he interrupted her as he rushed over to hold her, kissing her forehead as her arms wrapped around him,

"Don't think about it, love, I'm here now, that's all that matters." and even as she nodded in agreement, his mouth crashed down on hers.

"I missed you too," he told her after their kiss broke.

"Good," she smiled,

"Because if you didn't I would have to kill you." As they stood there, holding onto each other, Hermione knew that she would be comfortable in this same position fifty years from now. The thought scared her.

"I have a surprise for you." Snape told her, breaking the silence, yet again.

"Oooh! What is it? I love surprises!" She laughed and he smiled at her. But her laughter turned into pure shock as Snape fell down on one knee.

"Hermione Elizabeth Granger, I love you and you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. I have admired your courage, your strength, and your beauty. I am about to share a child with you, and I have recently come to discover that I want to share my life and my name with you. So, will you marry me?"

But instead of answering, Hermione just stood there, tears flowing down her cheeks. She made no move to wipe them away, though, she just stood there, staring at Snape.

"Severus Snape, I have come to love you over these years, and I enjoy spending every waking minute with you, and I am sure I will feel the same way in fifty years. Yes, I will marry you." As he heard this, Snape let out the breath he had been holding, and kissed her. As their tongues intertwined, Hermione let out a happy squeal.

"She kicked!" she cried, holding her stomach,

"Here, feel," she told him as she grabbed his hand. As Snape put his hand onto her stomach, he felt a little kick come from behind it.

"Wow, she's a strong little one, isn't she?" he asked, laughing.

"So," Hermione said, eyeing her new fiancé,

"Where is the ring?" This question caused Snape to laugh, and his voice was slight when he answered her,

" Let's go pick one out."