A/N: Is it wrong to feel loved? I truly feel loved. I come on, and see that I am getting reviews without asking for them, which is making me grin! Well, since 2 people reviewed, let's get this chapter going. As always, my dedication: this time to Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret! STILL LOVE THE NAME! Okay, enough deranged babble from me!

Disclaimer: Contrary to what obsessive publishers think, I am NOT using this for any self-sustained business, except entertainment, which was what it started out as! Then there came the Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans (gag me!), and all those Harry Potter/ Gryffindor stuff. Can we PLEASE get some Slytherin in here? Some Draco shirts? Some TEACHER shirts? Hey! Let's get a staff shirt! Hmmm, look for that in this chapter. Heeheehee, I got an idea from my disclaimer. I am weird!

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rinny08: I don't know you, but I absolutely love you! You are the only person to put me on a favorites list, jem does not count! As for the suggestion, perhaps this chapter will clear things up. I'll see what I can do about marriage and keeping the baby, but I'm afraid of controversial issues about abortion. I really don't even see what the problem is! A woman who can't take care of her child should not keep it in poverty!

Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret: Of course Severus would talk person-to-person. He doesn't seem like it, but no is that cold, except Voldemort. Oh well. Thanks for the review, it made my day, also with rinny08!

Hermione woke up dizzily. She felt strong after a few sips of water though, and got out of bed. Pomfrey glared at her, and let her out. Hermione raced out of the castle and leaned against a tree. She took in a long inhale and let it out quickly. She decided that there was no where else she would rather be right now. She watched the sunset ripple on the water, and watched as the light made the water seem gold, red and orange at the same time. She was so mesmerized that she didn't notice Snape sitting next to her.

Snape put his arm around her, and to his amazement, she broke down into sobs on him. "Hermione, what wrong?" he asked softly, his voice so warm and tender she thought she heard him wrong.

"Nothing, Professor. I should be getting back, Harry and Ron will want to see me-"she said quickly, wiping her tears and getting up to her feet.

"Hermione, please call me Severus, or if you like Sev, it what the old bat calls me," he said, hearing McGonagall scream, "I heard that!" He cringed and made Hermione laugh. He was so pleased by this that he grinned, but then went back to the matter at hand. "Also, Hermione, the Headmaster wishes to talk to you about something that Pomfrey found out this morning and talked to you about. He was smiling as he said this, and I really do not know why, but the old bat probably goaded him into doing something,"

"Severus, I going to transfigure you into a lion if you don't stop with your insults!" they heard McGonagall scream. They both grinned and she soon lost her smile as she gazed out into the water, searching for an answer he couldn't figure out. She turned abruptly to him and said softly, "Severus, about that day in the dungeons, I really did not want to hurt you. You must have realized this. The fact is I don't know why he wanted me. I think Voldemort has a surprise for me yet. Please, I am trying to warn you. I am nothing more than a student to you, whom you have never touched, and have always been curt and cold to,

"I cannot let anybody else be hurt. Harry seems to think that he can't leave me alone in fear of Voldemort, and he has to watch over Ginny the most. Ron seems to not care in the least, but he does watch Harry. Everyone is in love, Professor. It is their strength. Perhaps you need to figure that out as well. If you would stop being such a Slytherin, maybe you'd see there is talent in the room,

"For example, Neville, seeing you were not going to bother him that day, brewed a perfect potion! Ron did not mess up in anger, and Harry did not rise to answer any insults on your part. The Slytherin group was kind and courteous, compared to someone I once knew. Professor, you are a good man, and truly should not even ask for my forgiveness. It was not your fault; if anyone is to blame it is Malfoy Senior. Please forget about the incident, and what we have said today. It would only end up in Voldemort's hands,"

"Now Professor, the Headmaster wishes to see me? Then I must go, and meet him. Farewell," Hermione said, leaving a shocked Snape in her midst. He grabbed her arm painfully and turned her around swiftly. She was locked intimately against him, her soft body warm against his muscled one.

They were so close, their noses were touching. He then bent his head, and brushed his lips against hers. She thought it was his fingers at first; his lips had touched her so softly, and not to mention her eyes were firmly closed. Then, suddenly, his lips came down hard on hers. He searched for an opening in her lips, and a miracle happened. She gave him one. She moaned sweetly as their tongues met, electrifying both of them. He searched for the deepest, purest part of her as his arms made their way around her waist. He noticed that when he pulled her even closer, her arms went around his neck, her fingers running through his soft hair, which to her surprise wasn't oily at all. He groaned and let go of her reluctantly.

She was blushing profusely, and then he whispered seductively in her ear, "Am I still only a Professor?"

She smiled, and said, "You never were," before running off. Snape ran his fingers through his hair, detangling the knots she had made. "Good God, Hermione. After that, I never will be just your Professor," he whispered, before going into the dungeons.

"But Professor Dumbledore, I can't go around pregnant! What would the students say?" Hermione said, sitting across from Dumbledore. He was smiling at her distress, and she was quite frustrated.

"Miss Granger, may I suggest telling Severus? He would like to know about his child," he suggested, looking at her get up and look out the window into the night.

"Professor, I cannot. If I was to tell him, we both know he would propose as a sense of duty. I would never want that, and we also know Voldemort would not like if one of his Death Eaters was impregnating a Mudblood. It is the last thing he needs,"

"So you wish to keep the child?"

"Yes, I do not think this child will have many problems with me as his mother, and only me will save it from Voldemort's wrath for the time being," she said grimly.

"Well, in that case, I'll make a deal with you, Miss Granger. If the occasion and the need arise, I will have the rights to tell him of the pregnancy, of course unless you do. In return, I'll tutor you when your robes can't hide you anymore. Then, I'll tutor you as you raise the child. Also, I want you stay here at Hogwarts after graduation, as my Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. If anyone can stay two years, it's you. Do you accept?"

"Yes, Professor, but on condition the child is hidden from Professor Snape,"

"Of course, if the occasion or the need does not arise,"

"Of course,"

After saying good-bye warmly, she walked to the owlery to write the letter she dreaded making. She wrote:

Dearest Father and Mother,

It had been decided that I will stay at Hogwarts for the remainder of next year as well, due to fact that you are about to become grandparents. I am, unfortunately, unable to marry the father, but I promise you, the child is safe as I am no longer a child in the wizarding world. I miss you all, and until Christmas!

Hermione

A reply came about an hour later when she was reading in the library. The owl dropped the letter and she opened it carefully, dreading the contents.

Hermione,

We are APALLED by your stupidity. After all the years we drummed into your brain that sex is not to be done until you can support the child, we are very disappointed. You are only SEVENTEEN! You disgusting whore! We do not condone this activity. We never had a daughter. You may keep your last name, but remember, we are no longer related. We knew a witch in the family was a disgrace!

Farewell,

Mother and Father

Hermione folded the letter and stuck it in her pocket before running down to the Gryffindor common room. No one was there, they were all at dinner and she hopelessly began sobbing on an armchair. When her tears had dried, she fell asleep to Harry coming in the door.