A/N: To a reviewer (Time Keeper) I believe your calculations are very helpful but are indeed incorrect. Hermione Granger was born September 19, 1979, making her eleven years old after the deadline of September 1st (the deadline for incoming students) and making her twelve years old in 1991, the first year she attended Hogwarts. So, in my first chapter, the "aged dramatically" is indeed unnecessary, due to the fact that this is her sixth year of attending the school, and she is already 17 by September 19th. On the other hand, Harry and Ron (Harry: July 31st, 1980, Ron: March 1st, 1980) are still sixteen by the beginning of the sixth year). Although your calculations were incorrect, I do appreciate pointing a mistake out to me, and hopefully if you do find any in the future you will continue to mention them. Thanks.

It was the first time in her life that she had no solution to a problem. No matter what angle she chose to approach the dilemma, there was no logical outcome. She was stuck, she had to tell Snape. She sat quietly on her bed, wishing there was anything to do that wouldn't get her arrested. She couldn't go to the headmaster or she'd be expelled and Snape would probably by fired. It was final, she was at a loss. She wrapped her robes around her and made her way to the dungeons. She hoped the Potions Master would somehow find a way around her problem, and that she would have more time...but something told her that the Ministry would not give them leeway on the matter.

She took her time getting to his office door, but somehow she found herself knocking before she realized she had. He came to the door, staring at her impatiently, and finally waving his hand for her to come in. Hermione didn't know where to start, she was quiet, until he spoke.

"Although it is highly refreshing to see you speechless, Miss Granger, I have more important matters to attend to."

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, as to emphasize his statement.

"Well? Out with it."

She took a deep breath, running her hand through her tangled hair, and spoke.

"I'm pregnant."

It was the first time in her academic career at Hogwarts she'd seen Professor Snape completely befuddled. His eyebrows had rose to the edge of his hairline, and his mouth was agape, waiting to catch flies. He was like that for only a few seconds, and he quickly composed himself.

"That's impossible. I gave you contraceptives immediately after-"

"I'm immune."

"Well did you take the potion yet?"

"What potion?"

"Don't be silly Miss Granger, the potion you stole the ingredient for."

"How did you...?"

"Are you daft, I know the ingredients of the Potion I am a Master of my craft."

"Well you should also know that it takes three weeks to brew. And besides, the Ministry keeps information about abortions now. I can't even get rid of the child."

"Well, Miss Granger, I do believe an accident is in order."

"An accident?"

"Yes, fall down the stairs, I believe that would help you, and not to mention a few others..."

"I will not! I will not subject myself to injury, especially when there is no guarantee that it will solve our problem."

"Our problem, Miss Granger? I do believe that in approximately three days I will consume the exact potion you were brewing and become exempt from this barbaric law. Do as you wish, but I will take no part in this."

"Well, I will contact the Ministry immediately and they will enforce your arrest"

"You will do no such thing."

"I can, and I will."

His lip twitched slightly, his eyes suddenly shot downcast, then shot up to meet hers. He came extremely close to her face, their noses only inches apart.

"What do you want from me child?"

All she could do was smirk.

"I want revenge."

With that she pulled the paper she was clenching in her robe pocket out and handed it to her professor.

His eyes enlarged at the sight of its heading:

PETITION OF MARRIAGE

When he looked up, she was already gone.

End of chapter 4

A/N: Next chapter Snape goes to Dumbledore. Please read and review, and remember, don't be an anonymous flamer.