Disclaimer: Nope, Harry ain't mine. So don't sue me. The only name I own is that of Hermione's baby. Which comes soon, I promise.

"Hermione, an owl has come for you from the headmaster."

"Oh, good maybe it's my booklist."

"It doesn't look like your booklist. Here." Hermione's mother handed her the letter and left her room.

Miss Granger,

I don't know if you have already heard about this, but the Ministry has set a new law that you should know about. Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour has decreed that all Muggles in their seventh year of schooling marry purebloods for protection against Lord Voldemort in this dark time. He has also decreed that you will have to have children by this man. There is no explanation of this, but I believe it will be a reason for Voldemort to be easy on you. But I cannot be sure. Until Harry destroys him, no Muggle is safe. The decree will then be repealed and any couple that no longer wishes to be bonded will be separated.

Much to my surprise (and I'm sure yours as well) Professor Severus Snape has agreed to be your husband. I know what you're probably thinking. He's not that much of a greasy git. And you should at lest try to love him and start a family. I think

Deepest Regrets,

Albus Dumledore

"Mom! It's a Marriage Act! I have to marry the potions master!"

"Well congratulations!"

"Mom, that's a bad thing!"

"I still think it's wonderful."

"Mom, I have to have a baby with him!"

"Well, that sucks."

"I do not want to get pregnant with Severus' baby!"

"If you want to stay safe, you will!"

"Mother! We are talking about having a baby here! You can't force something like that on a person!"

"It'll be alright sweetheart."

"Herm! Hermione!"

She woke with a grunt. She found herself lying next to her husband with her own hand on her pregnant stomach.

"Yes, Severus?"

"I was thinking about going for a walk. Would you like to come?"

"Sure. Lemme get dressed." She got up and kissed him and went to get clothes on.

"You know, dear, I'm very proud of you for how you're handling this Marriage Act. If you want to be separated when it is safe, I will understand."

"No, Severus. I've come to love you. I want to stay with you."

"You're the best, Hermione. And you look absolutely wonderful."

"Ugh….no I look horrible."

"You may have gained on a little extra weight, but you look great for five months pregnant."

"You see, that's why I love you, Sevv. You're so sweet."

"Only for you, my dear. Now, shall we get going?"

"Lemme get my shirt on…there we go. Alright. I'm ready."

Severus took her hand and led her out of the rooms, through the hallways, and to the beautiful outdoors.

"I've been thinking about the baby. She doesn't have a nursery yet. If you really want to, you can redecorate a room for it. And for when we are forced into Muggle society, no offense, dear, I'm going to need clothes to blend in."

"Why Severus Snape, I never thought you were the shopping kind of man."

"I'm not. But for you, I'd do anything."

"Baby, you made that sound really gay."

"I meant to. Wait, did you just call me baby? Because that nickname will only be good for four months."

"And you won't be my baby anymore. We'll have a real baby to take care of. Which reminds me, I'm thinking of taking a maternity leave."

"Why?"

"I can't exactly have a baby in class with me all the time."

"What if you had a tutor?"

"Sevvie...I'm fine. The baby isn't coming until the week after school is over."

"Oh. I fogot about that."

"Men..." Hermione took in a deep breath of fresh air and then tenderly kissed her husband.

"Women," he sighed and kissed her back.

"Severus, we are in public."

"Who cares? The whole school already knows we're married and having a baby."

"It's just a little embarassing, that's all."

"Oh, ok."

"Well then let's go shopping."

"Ugh... sweetheart do we have to?"

"Yes, Sevvie dear, we do. Come on, it's not that bad. First, I have got to change that look."

She Transfigured his hair into something much better and changed his cloak and buttoned up robes to jeans and a T-shirt. She turned her own clothes into corduroys and a maternity T-shirt with her hair in a ponytail.

"If anyone asks, we're gonna have to tell them. Too many people I know are there and they'll use it against me if I don't tell them."

"Alright. Let's get going."

And so they Apparated with a 'pop'.

Woot woot for Sevvie! (oops) he's finally warming into the marriage! SWEET! maybe once the baby is born she'll let him have a really good lay (ducks flying knife) whew...that was close (hit in the head with a rock) FUCK. ok if i say she'll only have one more will you stop throwing stuff? (tossing of heavy objects ceases.) There. Thank you.