Wow, you people are just so nice. Trust me; writing on my birthday was nothing when you all sent me those amazing reviews. I replied to all the ones I could.
But here is another Thank You anyway! Lol
I love you guys. :D
Well don't let me keep you. Read on.
Snape sat on the end of the bed, his head in his hands.
She wanted to say something to make him feel better. Telling him who it was may not have been the best idea. She wanted to touch him in some way. Rub his back or hold his hand. Just to show him that she was here, to comfort. But something inside her told her that that was not what Snape wanted.
She crawled off the bed and sat on the floor just in front of him. Crossing her legs, she tucked her hair behind her ears and started to sign.
"This is not your fault." Snape just snorted. "It's not!"
He snapped his head up and looked her deep in the eyes.
Growling he held up his hands a replied to her.
"He was in my house, I could have helped him more." He let his head fall into his hands again.
She slipped a finger under his chin and held up his head, in a way that he had done to her not that long ago.
"There was nothing you could have done."
"I gave him everything he wanted. His father put so much pressure on him. I tried to be some one that he could come to when he need to talk. I tried to show him that there were other paths than the one his father set up for him. I wanted to do so much more but couldn't." He said.
"I know. But you couldn't do more. He or others could have told there families. And then your position as a spy for the order would have been ruined. Without you we would have lost the war." She pleaded with him to see.
"You don't get it, this is my fault." He jumped to his feet and stormed straight out the room.
Should she go after him? Plead with him some more. Or should she just leave him. Let him think it all over.
This was something he had to sort out for himself. There was nothing that she could say that would make him see things differently.
Besides there was some place that she had to go before she would get a good night sleep.
She grabbed a pair of jeans and then looked about her for a top. Where were all her tops? The house elves must have come and taken her clothes to wash them. Walking out into the living room she saw Snape's jumper on the sofa.
He wouldn't want her to get a cold. Picking up his jumper she slipped it on over her vest top.
Slipping on a pair of trainers she made her way out into the cold corridors. Wrapping her arms around herself she went slowly to the library. When she reached the room she opened the old heavy door, doing her best not to make it squeak. She looked about and made sure that she was the only one in the room. Taking a deep breath Hermione walked over to where she had been attacked. Looking up she saw the book she need was still on the top shelf.
She really didn't want to reach up and get it.
Her baby had been through enough over the last day or so.
Who was she trying to kid? She knew that she could reach the book just fine and the baby wouldn't give two hoots.
She was the one that was scared. Reaching for the book…that book… was a mile stone in her life. It was silly and she shouldn't really see it like that. But no matter how hard she tried she was terrified of picking up that book.
She was going to do it though. She would reach out and grab it with both hands so to speak.
She went over to the nearest chair and dragged it over to the shelves.
She had faced so many fears in the last day or so. She had been attacked but an old enemy. She had let Snape hold her and look after her. She had even admitted that she had feelings for them. They were still to confusing to put names to at the moments and she didn't want to just yet.
Taking another deep breath she reached up and took the book down. She sat on the seat she had just been standing on and blew the dust of the book.
Running her hand over the cover, she smiled at the picture on the front.
Opening the first page she read the first paragraph.
You have reached the time in your pregnancy when you start to think about your names for your new arrival. When you choose you have to be as wise as you can. Remember this is going to be the name that your child is going to have for the rest of their lives. But also remember you have to live with it too. So don't pick a name that you don't like.
Many parents do not limit themselves to one name before the child is born. They have a couple in mind, and then when the child is born they know which one to choose. Others like to have the child's name before the birth. As it makes them feel more connected to child that they carry. So do not feel pressured to have the name ready and choose what feels right.
Sighing to herself, Hermione thought about her baby. What would it look like? It seemed so impersonal to call the baby an it. That was why she found herself in the library late at night, where she had been attacked the day before. She had at odd times of the day found herself talking to her belly, or rubbing it.
Some one touched her on the shoulder and she jumped thirty feet into the air. Spinning around she found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
He started talking but she heard nothing but the endless silence. When he looked at her expectantly she just took a step back.
This time he got angry, his eyes sparked and his mouth started moving his mouth faster. He walked towards her and grabbed her shoulders. Again she could do nothing. He started to shake her. The book fell out of her arms and landed on the floor but she heard nothing.
Oh god, please don't let him hurt me again, please don't let him hurt my baby.
The thought spurred her on to take action. Bringing her knee up she hit him where she knew for sure it would hurt. Turning she fled the library as fast as she could. Not even daring to look back. If she had her hearing she would have heard his footsteps catching up on her. But she didn't she just ran. Not for her life but for that of her baby's.
Reaching the potions classroom she flung open the door and ran to the other side of the room. Opening another door she flew into Snape's office. Just as she was nearly in at the last door to their rooms a hand grabbed her arm. She spun around and started into sparking grey eyes.
All of a sudden he was flown across the room and crashed into the wall, knocking him out cold.
Hermione looked around to see if Snape had come to her rescue. The room was empty, there was only her. Hermione looked down at herself and she was glowing. Not a gently little light but a full blown white glow.
Snape came bursting through the door and looked at her glowing form and then at the unconscious Draco Malfoy.
He walked straight over to her and wrapped her up in his arms. A stunned Hermione hugged him back.
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