Hey there all, I know it has been such a long time since I have written but I have had things going on. But now I have another chappy for you and I hope you all like.
Once again I am very sorry I did not update sooner!
Hermione woke slowly, taking her time to come through the different layers of sleep. She felt happy and content. A felling that she had not felt for a very long time. It use to be that reading a book would take her away into a world where things were simple, but suddenly her life had become to big and it was near to impossible to get away from it. But now here she lay, basking in that very feeling.
It took a few minutes for Hermione to realise that she was in the bed alone. Lifting her head she looked at the ruffled sheets and then at the chair that normally held Severus robes. It was bare.
Sitting up, something that had become harder due to her growing belly, she found some clothes.
Once dressed she quickly went into the main room. The sofas were empty, the coffee table was bare, in fact it looked like nothing had been moved.
So where was he?
She padded in bare feet over to the study, a bad feeling settling in her gut. Just before she opened the door she heard talking. Putting her ear to the door she recognised both voices.
"You have fallen for her haven't you!" Draco Malfoy spat.
"What I have done and what I have not has nothing to do with you, boy." Severus snapped back.
"If I am a boy to you then she must be just a girl! Is that what you call her when you fuck her!"
The sound of something hitting the table hard came through the door.
"I will not tell you again. Watch your tongue." Severus hissed.
"It is not me that seems to have lost his way. Why do you treat her so well?" Malfoy demanded.
Pacing footsteps was the only sound that gave away movement in the room.
"She is carrying my child."
Hermione stifled her gasp. They were talking about her. It was obvious but she wanted to believe that they had been talking about something else. Her recently satisfied body didn't want to believe, didn't want to hear anymore. But her feet would not move.
"So when it pops out you will through her away with the trash?"
A groan was Severus's reply.
"I have a better idea. How about you give her to me. I have some…revenge to deal to her." Malfoy said.
Hermione felt her stomach roll. She was going to be sick. All the things that the young Malfoy might want to do with her swam in her head.
"I will do nothing of the sorts. You think that Dumbledore would let me just give my wife to you!"
There was silence, neither man spoke and Hermione did her best not to up chuck all over the floor. What happened? Where was the man from last night? What happened to the man that held her in his arms as she slept? Who was this monster?
"Dammit!" Severus growled.
"What?" Draco Malfoy asked. "What is it?"
"someone is coming through the floo. You need to go. Now!"
Hermione ran to sit on the sofa in front of the fire. She needed to get out of here. She needed to get out of here now! Her stomach calmed slightly at the through of getting away from the man that had so many faces it was hard to know which one was real.
The flames changed colour and the burrow could be seen.
"Hermione, if I come in are you going to curse me?" a worried Ron asked.
Hermione could have wept, who knew she would be so happy to hear his voice. Without even thinking, she stood up and ran through the fire and into the burrow.
Looking around she saw not just Ron but Harry too.
"Oh Merlin." She cried before running into Ron's arms.
"Hermione…Hermione." Snape shouted from the main room back through the fire.
"No!" Hermione cried, holding on to Ron tighter.
"End it Harry." Ron said.
Snape's Head came through the fire before Harry could even get near the fireplace.
"What have you done to my wife Mr Weasley?" the older man asked.
"He hasn't done anything, you have." Harry growled. "And when we find out what, you will be a dead man."
Snape looked from Harry to Ron then rested on the crying form of his wife.
"I have done nothing. I have no idea why she is crying." Snape said.
Courage filled Hermione's body. How dare he say he had done nothing! He had made her feel cheap, he was not working for the light at all, and he was going to give her to Draco Malfoy!
Pulling away from Ron, Hermione walked over to the fire and looked Snape straight in the eye.
"You lying Bastard." And with that she punched him in the face.
He fell back and Hermione took that moment to end the floo.
"Hermione?" Ron said, touching her elbow.
"Don't touch me." She hissed.
Ron pulled his hand back quickly.
"Hermione?" Harry said.
The pregnant woman turned around slowly to face both men. She looked them over carefully, and then took a deep breath.
"I want you to explain to me Ron..." she spat his name. "…why I am married to that slime ball."
Ron blushed and looked at his shuffling feet.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him with narrowed eyes. Then she smiled slightly.
"I am pleased to see you had nothing to do with this Harry. But would you be able to make me a drink. My throat is bone dry."
Harry nodded and went to fill a glass and brought it back to the table. Hermione sat and sighed. She took a big drink and sighed again.
"Ron, I will ask you one more time…Why am I married to that slime ball?"
Ron slumped back against the wall and closed his eyes. Sweat poured off of his red face, his hands were fiddling with a lose thread on his jumper.
"I…" he started to say then stopped.
The silence grew.
"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry asked, looking more than a little confused.
"Ask Ron?" Hermione said as calmly as she could. It had come to her in a moment of clarity. No that wasn't right. Deep inside herself she had known since Severus and she had gone to see her parents. But she had not wanted to admit it to herself. But after this morning her mind seemed to have decided that it was time for her to deal with everything once and for all.
"Ron?" Harry said.
"I was a meant to be the one that saw you first not Snape." Ron mumbled.
There was another silence, Hermione stared into her glass. So it was true, she knew it was but now it…really was…true.
"What are you saying mate?" Harry asked.
"I was the one that put that spell on her. I thought that I would be the first to see her, I thought that I would be the one that married her." He brought his head up and looked up at Hermione and pointed at her belly. "That was a meant to be my baby not his."
Snape paced in the main room, walking around and around the sofa. He had been to see Dumbledore and the older man had told him to wait until his wife comes back by herself.
What had she over heard? What did she think of him now? What had he done!
The sound of a door closing brought his feet to a stop. Looking over to the door he saw a tired Hermione walk into the room. She didn't even look at him but instead walked to her room. Not his but hers.
"Hermione." He said in a husky voice.
She stopped and stood still. She didn't even turn around, then said in a weak voice.
"Your child kicked for the first time on the way back here. It's a shame you will never feel that."
With that she carried on and closed the door on him.
A lump grew in Severus throat.
Well there we go people. Let me know what you think! Thank you for reading and if you have time, it would be amazing if you reviewed!
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