Hey all. Well from the reviews I think that people were a lot happier with the last chapter than they had been with the others.

Although some people still say that it's a little confusing. It's not really it just makes you think. A lot of the stories that we read don't do that anymore. It is a real shame.

Had a great review for a mate called Angie. The star that she is said that she was gone to reread everything again to see if she had missed any clues.

Here is a clue for you all then…reread chapter 2! That's all you're getting!

Okay well read on.

I can't move was her first thought. If I move, my head will explode, unless it already has and I'm in hell. No, this is worse than hell.

She lay on the hospital bed, not moving an inch. She knew in some religious they believe that that state between wake and sleep is when your soul floats back to your body. Hers was taking a long time.

Slowly she moved her feet, then her legs. They were still there. Then she moved her left hand, then her right hand. Yep, they were still there…wait her hand was attached to something else. Lifting her head very slowly she looked down her arm to her hand, and there, like an extension to her own arm, was Snape's hand then Snape's arm.

Letting her head fall back down against the pillow, she closed her eyes and let out a little groan. Why, in all the things that were holy, was Snape holding on to her hand. Lifting her head again she looked at the man that the arm belonged too.

He was sitting in what looked to a very hard looking chair; his head had fallen back on the seat. His lips were slightly parted and his hair fell in his face. His chest rose and fell in a stead rhythm. He looked calm; there were no frown lines on his fore head or around his eyes.

"Have you seen enough yet, Miss Granger?" he asked. His eyes still closed.

Her immediate reaction was to pull her hand out of his, and she tried but he stopped her.

She looked at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not letting go of your hand until I know that it is okay to do so." With that he turned his head and shouted for the medi witch, who came quickly.

"Ah, I see your awake Miss Granger. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"terrible." She mumbled back.

"Do stop being so melodramatic." She thought she heard him mumble 'typical Gryffindors."

"Could you be more pacific Miss Granger?" the witch asked.

"My head really hurts, and my whole body aches. I feel like I haven't slept in weeks." she said trying not to show how awful she felt.

"I can give you a potion for each of those." Looking them both over, she noticed that they were still holding hands. "You can let go of her now professor."

Snape let go of her hand quickly and crossed his arms across his chest.

"The headmaster would like to see you both in his office."

"Are you sure she is ready to leave here?" Snape asked.

"She is sitting right here, she can answer that for herself." Hermione snapped. She was in no mood to take any kind of crap from him.

The medi witch passed her a vial filled with a green coloured potion. Taking a deep breathe she downed it in one. The taste making her gag.

Snape stood up and hovered over her slightly. When Hermione managed to take a deep breathe without wanting to throw up, she carefully stood up.

"Let's go." Her voice came out husky.

All the way to the headmaster's office, Snape walked next to her and caught her every time she stumbled…which was more often than not.

Opening the door they stepped in. Hermione made for the two seating couch, and sank gracelessly into it.

Snape stood in front of the headmaster's desk.

"You wanted to see us?" Snape asked.

"Yes indeed, so how are you doing Miss Granger?" the older man asked.

Hermione gave a slight grunt in return. Walking from the hospital wing to here had taken all her energy. Slouching down in her seat she closed her eyes.

"It will take you a while to recover fully Miss Granger, just don't over do It." this time Hermione gave a un-lady like snort. "Now on to why I think somebody has done this to you." At that Hermione sat up straighter in her seat and looked over at the older man.

"You know why some one did this? Do you know who?" she asked quickly.

"I believe I know why but not who, I'm afraid." He looked down at his hands to compose his thoughts before sharing them. Both on lookers were tense, and yearning to hear the answer.

"They wanted you to say yes because of the child you will have."

"The child?" Snape repeated.

"Our child." Hermione said pointedly.

Snape looked at her with a strange and new look on his face.

"Apart, you are very powerful people. But together you will be stronger. But the power of your child will be un-matched by any other being. There are still followers of Tom out there; they do not want such a being to be on our side. I believe they wish to take the child themselves and have him grow into another leader."

Hermione didn't move. She must be a lot more ill than she thought. Because she can not have heard him right. Her child could become the next Voldermort. No, the child that she would have would grow up to be like its mother and its father. Because even though he is not the nicest man in the world he was a good man. He had not always made the right choices but he did always do the right thing in the end. He would be an amazing father to there child.

Without ever realising what she was doing, she moved her hand to rest on her belly and gently rubbed.

Snape turned to look at her and caught the movement. When Hermione focused back on the present she saw Snape starring at her. Following his gaze she looked down at her hand. How had that got there!

She moved her hand away from her belly and looked at the headmaster, who was watching them both carefully.

"Headmaster is this something that could really happen. I mean I know it could but I mean…is it inevitable?" she asked the older wizard.

"Nothing is inevitable, my dear." Dumbledore answered with on of his non-answers.

"Miss Granger, when the bonding spell or potion has gone you will not want to marry me, so you have nothing to worry about." Snape said, looking away from her and to the wall instead.

"Not so Severus. You asked her to marry you, you did not tell her too." Dumbledore said.

Snape and Hermione both tensed.

Oh Merlin!

That means she had agreed willingly. What had she been thinking!

Again her hand went to her belly. And she froze, she knew why. It was going to sound very silly, and she knew she was never going to tell anybody, but it felt like fate. She wanted a baby, she wanted his baby.

But was it really the right choice, she would bring a life into the world that could destroyed it. Did she really want to do that? Could she really risk that?

Looking up at Snape she saw the same battle going on in his eyes.

"It is simple…we will not marry or have a child." With that he turned and left the room.

The moment he stepped out the door Hermione cried out in pain.

Quickly he walked back into the room.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

Hermione fell back onto the couch. She felt her hand being picked up and held. A soothing feeling spread through her.

They had no choice. They had to do this.

None of them had broached the topic of the bonding. Not even Dumbledore. Maybe nothing could be done. Maybe she was doomed to be stuck to this man for the rest of her life. To bare a child that could kill them all.