Right there is two things that I need to say before you read on.

First of all, thank you for thinking I update fast. I know there is nothing more annoying than having to wait for an update. I find that I often lose the line of the story.

Okay, second thing. For those people that read my stories before you will know that I am dyslexic. I have thought about getting a beta but I don't really want one. I mean, I have written other stories and people have read them and liked them. I am writing this one and people like it. This is my story and when you read it you take the faults and all. (Although would like to point out I do read over ever chapter before posting and try to get rid of all mistakes.)

Right that's enough from me. Let's see how poor Hermione is doing.

She needed a corner. A dark corner where no one would look for her. Where she could curl up into a little ball and cry herself silly.

It had been 3 days since that night in the headmaster's room… 3 long days. Both physically and emotionally stressful. How she had made it this far she had no idea.

The first night was spent in the hospital wing. Her laid out on the bed; fast asleep thanks to a sleeping potion, Snape holding her hand. The next 2 nights had found her in Snape's bed; fast asleep thanks to a sleeping potion, Snape asleep on the floor. They days were worse. They found her sitting in the corner of the potions classroom watching Snape teach class that she could remember from when she was a student.

She would go to that corner to cry but it was cold and damp not to mention the funny smell.

She would have to forget the whole crying in the corner thing anyway. Snape would never allow her to show such emotion.

"Pull yourself together, Miss Granger, it is not the end of the world."

But the thing was, to her it felt like the end of the world. He wasn't the one that feels the pain every time she walked out of the room. He wasn't the one that had to sit in a damp, cold, smelly corner. He wasn't the one that was going to bare a child that could end up destroying the world that they new.

Sighing she sat back in her seat.

At this very moment Hermione sat once again in Dumbledore's office. Although this time she could not hear what the two older wizards were saying. Snape had put up a silencing charm around the two of them.

But that didn't stop her from being able too see them and by the look of things Snape was getting mad…more than mad.

But maybe she wasn't she right. Did slamming your hand on a desk and going red in the face mean you were angry?

She wasn't pleased about being kept out of what that they were talking about. But she was pleased that she did not have to deal with Snape's wrath.

Dumbledore's room was to warm. The heat was making her head fuzzy and her body feel heavy. If they didn't hurry they were going to find her asleep.

Just as that thought popped into her head, Snape said.

"We have come up with a kind of plan, Miss Granger, maybe you should listen to it instead of falling asleep."

Now where was the need for that? This was the kind of sharp edged comments that Hermione had been putting up with for the last couple of days.

"Good." She said, choosing to ignore the other half of his sentence.

Sitting up straighter, she looked over at the two wizards and waited.

"We believe, Miss Granger, we know how to lift the spell you are under. In all my years it is nothing I have ever in countered before. But have heard a lot about."

Considering how long he had lived it must be very rare.

"It was a spell that the very first wizards and witches used. The couple in question are bonded together in a sense. The spell is only lifted when they conceive their very first child."

And there he stopped to let that piece of information sink in. She looked at Snape; he was starring at his feet, refusing to meet her eye.

"Let me get this right." She started, and then paused before starting again. "Me and Snape have to…to have intercourse and conceive a child before he can leave a room without me passing out in pain?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. If you lose the child by miscarrying then the spell is brought back upon you both. Although it is very strange for the spell to be put on a woman and not a man, but it is clear to see why it has been done in this case." Dumbledore informed. "It would have been very hard to get to Snape to cast the spell."

"You have two choices Miss Granger." Snape said. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "You can either marry me and have my child or spend the rest of your life in my company."

Wow, what a choice. Spend the rest of her life stuck to the sarcastic beast over there or marry said sarcastic beast.

Great Hermione, just great.

"It looks to me like I have no choice at all, professor." Hermione answered.

"There is always a choice, Miss Granger." Hermione and Snape both snorted at the same time.

For a while they were all silent. She would love to say that she was lost in her thoughts but she wasn't. For once in her life there was nothing going on inside her head. It was totally empty. Then one thought made itself known. Why are you putting off the inevitable?

"When will we get married?" she asked.

Snape watched the younger witch as she listened to the headmaster explain about the spell that had been place on them.

He was not a happy man. Before he had wanted her to marry him, but after spending so much time in her company he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do that anymore.

He had to give the Gryffindor witch credit, the pain that she felt was a meant to be a pain that a man was to feel. It was proven that women had a lower pain threshold to men. It was no surprise that she felt so drained afterwards.

As the days had worn by he had gotten more and more short tempered, and for a man that had a short temper to start with, that was not a good thing. He had found himself snapping at her for breathing to loudly when she read. He knew it was childish but he couldn't stop himself. Of course he had totally lost it when Dumbledore told him about the spell.

Snape felt like an idiot but he already felt a great need to protect his unborn child…the child that had not even been conceived yet. He would not let his child get into the wrong kind of things. Not like he had. He had made many mistakes in his life but he was desperate not to mess up his child's life.

He didn't want to mess the young witch's life either. He would do right by her.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had not noticed Hermione rise from her seat and come to stand next to him.

"I believe Miss Granger, that Severus has told you all about the marriage." Hermione nodded, her hair falling over her shoulders and into her face. She brought up her hand and moved it back again. Then froze when she saw he was watching her.

He quickly looked away and back to the headmaster.

"Put your wands next to each other on the table." They both did so. "Now place you left hand on top of Severus's right hand please Miss Granger."

Slowly Hermione did as she was told. Dumbledore raised his hand and mumbled something under his breath.

A sliver like robe thing appeared and rapped it's self around there joint hands.

Hermione felt a surge of power zip through her. Her breath left her in a rush, her heart was racing. Then it stopped being so overwhelming and simmered down but she could still feel it inside of her.

"Now, you have three hours to consummate the bond. And I wish you luck." Dumbledore said, with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Snape took her elbow in his hand and led her out of the room. As they made there way to the dungeons neither of them said a thing.

When they reached his rooms, she stood in the middle of the living room.

"Is that us married then?" she all but whispered.

"We are married." Snape answered. "Now if you don't mind I would like to get this over and done with."

He held his bedroom door open for her to enter before him.

Where was that dark corner when you need it!

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