Hey there all. So I am pleased to see that you all agree about the choice I made.
Right well I don't really have much to say today.
Except it's 2 days till my birthday…not that I'm counting! Lol.
Oh wait there is one thing. If you think that what happened between Snape and Hermione was not descriptive enough. I thought I did pretty well. Anyway in this chapter you will get to understand better. Well I hope so anyway. Lol.
Okay so let's go back into the world of pregnant witches!
Hermione had spent that last two weeks in McGonagall's guest bedroom. She thought that living with Snape would have been hell. But she was wrong, so very wrong. Her old head of house pecked around her like a mother hen. When she had her head down a toilet the women would ask.
"Are you okay dear?"
Then when Hermione couldn't take it anymore and snapped at her. The woman would just say.
"Oh, it's okay; it's just your hormones."
If she heard that one more time she was not going to be held responsible for her actions!
So that was why she went to the headmaster and told him that she could no longer stay with McGonagall. The headmaster calmly told her that there was only one other place that she could go. Damn the man and his twinkling eyes!
And here she was, standing outside Snape's door, looking at her feet.
What would she say when she talked to him? She had been so rude. Said things that she should have never said, she had been so cruel. She had been mad!
The thing was that she never really meant what she had said. Sure he was not the easiest person to get along with. In fact it is bloody hard. But he would make a good father. Don't ask her how she knew this, because she wasn't sure, she just knew.
She took a deep breath. Standing on the door step isn't going to get her anywhere. She was about to lift her hand to knock when the door flew open.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in?" Snape demanded.
"How did you know I was there?" she asked walking into the room.
"I have told you this already. When we married our magic abilities were joint. I could sense you." He snapped walking back over to his table and sitting down.
"Your things are in your room." He said not looking up from his papers.
Her room? She had room?
I never want you to touch me, ever
Dammit! Why could she not just have kept her big mouth closed? Wait did she want to share a bed with him!
"Are you going to just stand there like a statue or are you going to move." Snape asked.
On no, this was not good. Hermione could fell the bile rising up in her throat. Why in Merlin's name did they call it morning sickness when she got it all day round? She turned her head to see how far away the bathroom was. Would she make it in time?
"Miss Granger is there something wrong?" he asked.
Hermione gave a little sake of her head. It was by far the wrong thing to do.
She tried to take a couple of steps closer to the bathroom, but it was no good she knew she was never going to make it. Falling to her knees, she retched. Having not eaten anything this morning her stomach was already empty.
She felt a cool hand hold her hair out of her face and another rub up and down her back in a soothing manner.
Finally she had her body under control. Sitting back she let her head fall in her hands. Now this was hell.
Two long, lean, trouser covered legs came down either side of her. Arms pulled her back so that she was between his legs. He laid her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
Not a word passed between the two of them. She leaned back into his arms and relaxed. He didn't ask how she was, didn't snap at her for being week, but just held her close.
Slowly she felt her stomach settle. She felt so tired. As if she hadn't slept in weeks, which could well be right. Her nights had been full of Snape. Those first moments when she thought maybe he did like, maybe he did want her. When he touched her and made her feel beautiful. He had really wanted to know if it was him that was making her heart race. As if, with him touching her she could think of somebody else.
But then he had changed, he lost it, took her roughly, no consideration for her. He wasn't thinking about how to make it feel good for her, or that this was there first time together. Granted she had come but if it always felt like that then she didn't want to come again.
But the part that hurt the most was his absence afterwards.
Wham bam thank you mam!
Who did he think he was to give her comfort now? A little late is it not. Where was he when she cried? Where was he when she threw up for the first time? Where was he when she cried herself to sleep?
Standing up as quickly as she could without upsetting her stomach. She turned and walked towards the spare bedroom without looking at him.
"Hermione." Snape said his voice husky.
She turned back to look at him. He sat on the floor. His legs stretched out and open in front of him. His hands resting where she just sat. His eyes were wide and dark with some unknown emotion.
She felt herself waver. She wanted to go back and lean on him. But he had already proven that he only had his best interests at heart…if he even had one.
Looking away from the man on the floor she said, "Goodnight Snape." She purposefully didn't use his first name. Turning around again she walked into her new room.
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