Wow. The last lot of reviews were amazing!

I have to admit I was a little worried about posting chapter 7 because of what other authors had done. I mean the other stories I have read make there first time the amazing. But then I thought about how I wanted this story to be different from all the others so went with my gut and posted it. I am very pleased to see that people really liked it:D

One more thing to cover…it is now clear that a lot of you think that women are stronger! Woo way to go women! Lol.

Right well let's read on.

Snape sat in his living room in an old, but his favourite, chair. A half empty glass of firewhisky in his hand and starring into an empty fireplace. What had he done? What had she done?

There was only one big thought going around in his head and that was 'fuck!'

She should have stayed still. It had been a long long time since he had been with a woman. Not to mention a woman that made his blood boil like she did. Whether she was sparring with him or letting him undress her, his blood was always s on fire.

He just wanted her to stay still so that he could get a little control back. So that he didn't explode. Didn't do exactly what he had done.

He had known it wouldn't be her first time, but it was their first time together. They may not have a normal marriage but he had wanted it to go off to a good start. He had not in his worst dreams seen what was to happen.

He wasn't sure how long time passed. As there were no windows in his rooms, he wasn't even sure of the time of day. All he knew was in the next room was his pregnant wife.

The door to the bedroom opened and Hermione walked into the room. Snape did not look up from the fireplace, but he knew that she sat down on the sofa and hugged a cushion to herself.

"We should really go up to dinner." She said.

So it was late. They had not been out of these rooms for nearly a whole day. Good job it was Saturday.

He didn't say anything; there was no way that he would dig himself an even bigger hole to fall into.

"Right, I see the silent treatment." She stared into the empty fireplace with him. "Although I don't think I deserve it."

Silence.

"You realise I'm pregnant."

"I'm not stupid Miss Granger; I had worked that out for myself." He snapped.

Dammit it man! Keep your mouth shut!

"Don't speak to me like that." She said slowly and clearly.

"I can speak to you anyway I want. You are my…" he stopped before he let himself finish.

"I'm your wife." She practically growled. "That's what you were going to say wasn't it. You can talk to me anyway you like that because I'm your wife! Well get over it because you can not talk to me like that. Your father may have treated your mother like that but you will not treat me like that."

"Don't you dare talk about what you do not know." He growled back.

She jumped to her feet and stood right in front of him, blocking his view of the fireplace.

"You want me to talk about what I know…" she shouted at him. "Fine then, I will. I know that last night we made a baby. I know that right now it is growing inside me. I know that it was made with no love, no warmth. I have no idea what happened last night but I do know that it will never happen again. I never want you to touch me, ever. Something else I know. I know that you have no heart. You are a shell of a man. You go through the motions but there is nothing inside you. No, that's not right, there is something inside you but its dark and it's full of hate."

He didn't even bother to disagree.

"I realise now that this baby doesn't really stand a chance. With you for a father it will destroy us all. But I'm going to give it as much love as I can. I'm going to show it the good things in life. Things that you will never know! Because you are nothing, worse than nothing. A bad smell that won't go away."

He looked up at her. She had just confirmed his worst fears. He will be the reason there child leaves what is right.

Tears streamed down her face. She had one had fisted and the other was on her belly, a protective gesture. As if just being near him would turn the baby.

"But do you want to really now something." She whispered this time. "I'm scared; I have never been so scared in my life. I thought I needed you, some one strong that can help me through this, who can hold my hand when times were hard. Be there when I needed to be held." Her voice faltered. "I was silly enough to think that that might have been you. But I will never settle for less again. "

With that he watched as she turned and left the room.

Maybe he should have said something, but what?

He would make a terrible father. He did not know how to love. He had never known it in his life. How could he give something he had never known? He thought that he might have made an okay husband, but last night showed that he would not be.

She would be back. Dumbledore would talk to her. Make her see that being back with him would be safer for her and the child. But he wasn't sure it was safe enough for him.

But he was a shell of a man. The only thing inside him was dark. He would make it.

He almost laughed at himself. He had faced the dark lord and his wrath and had been fine. But now he had to face a pregnant women and he was terrified!

Okay, another chapter! I know it's not as long but I have things that I have to do. I wanted a chapter up though, so I did it but it's shorter.

Please let me know what you think. Could you tell me if you think I made the right choice by not making there first time together amazing!

Please R.