Title: Hermione's Helping Hand
A Visit To Madam Pomfrey
A/N: Warning this chapter has smut! I don't know how to write smut that well, but I will try.
Hermione picked up her glass, looking at the red liquid that was swishing inside. Lust potions looked normal until they were introduced to the body. Hermione had read about them during her sixth year, but was always warned about using them. Normally she would never take them, but this was for the continuing of the Prince wizarding line as well as the Snape muggle line. She also pictured the look on Pansy and Draco's face when her child went to Hogwarts and theirs didn't.
" You don't have any twins in your family line do you?" Hermione asked.
Severus looked at her, Hermione's guess, was wondering why she had asked such a question. Finally she said, " Never mind."
" Well we better drink this," he told her. " The longer it's away from the bottle the less power it has over the person who drinks it."
Hermione looked at him then at the glass.
" How long are the effects?" Hermione asked.
" One night!" Severus answered. " The alarm will wake you in time for your appointment."
At once fear flooded her at those words. It wasn't that she was afraid of sex, it was the news that something horrible had happened and she wasn't pregnant. The laughter that would come from Pansy was enough to make her cry.
" Are you okay?" he asked.
Hermione nodded.
" Hermione, we don't have to do this," he told her. " We can wait another month!"
Hermione's brain refused to hear of that. She wanted a child and by the gods she would have one.
" No!" Hermione said firmly. " I want to do this and I will see it till the end!"
" Hermione, you make it sound like this is your duty."
" Isn't it?" Hermione asked.
Severus sighed.
" Being with someone that your married is more then just duty, it's about being with someone, at least that's what I get from Molly and Arthur."
Hermione attempted to smile, but failed at it.
" Come on, lets do this," he said, taking his drink of the potion.
Hermione did the same and at once had the same reaction that she had when she had taken the Polyjuice potion, like she was about to be sick.
" Oh gods, I think I'm going to be sick!" she stated.
" Hold it down," he ordered. " Don't vomit it up, or it won't work."
Bile started to rise, but she kept her mouth shut. A few moments later, it went down and the potion started to work. She felt warm all over, like she was in front of a small fire, and then she started to burn up. The last rational thought she had before her rational brain shut down was that she never wanted to take that potion again.
He bent down and kissed her, Hermione wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. The potion licked at her, making her its prisoner, making her want the man that was kissing her. Severus laid her on the bed and using wandless magic, he removed their clothes, making her gasp at the suddenness of what he had done. She had no idea that he could do that, which counted as all the other things that she didn't know about him.
She moaned as he spread little kisses down her throat, arching her back and scraping her nails against his back, making him groan with pleasure. Deep inside she was glad that had trimmed her nails; she didn't think she could stand him being in pain, even if he did like it. He continued to trail kisses down her body, making her turn into something that wasn't what she usually was. He touched her, and made her scream his name.
" Are you okay?" he asked, speaking with great difficulty through the power of the potion.
Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She still wanted him, still needed him. She flipped him over and did the same thing that he did to hear, turning him into something that she knew he wasn't, something that she could get use to. He moaned as she discovered all the different uses that her tongue was for.
" I need to kiss you," he begged. " Please let me kiss you."
Hermione bent down and let him crush his mouth against her, let him ravish her lips and the inside of her mouth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, which made her forget what was to come. Suddenly she gasped in pain as she felt him enter her, but the potion made sure that she didn't feel anymore pain then what she was suppose to feel. He moved hard and fast, as though she told him that's how she wanted it.
The feelings that she was feeling coiled deep inside her, until it exploded, leaving a deep cry hanging in the air, followed by his. The world turned white and then there was complete and absolute blissful darkness, and silence. Meanwhile a figure approached their quarters and this figure wasn't happy. It was Filch! But when he attempted to wake those inside, he got silence. He muttered something darkly then disappeared from sight.
The next morning the banging on the door woke Hermione before the alarm clock did. She moaned in pain, but managed to get out of bed and put a dressing gown on. She moved slowly and when she opened it, there was Filch, looking madder then she had ever seen him. The last time he was near this mad was when his cat had been attacked during her second year.
" What is it?" Hermione asked.
Filch went red, as though she had insulted him or something. He didn't answer her, but shoved a large box into her hand.
" Fix-your-cat!" he said.
Then stormed off.
" Okay, that was just plain weird!" Hermione commented, taking the box inside and closing the door.
She placed the box next to the empty glasses just as a door closed and the shower running. There were large holes in the box and when Hermione opened it, she saw several kittens, and she counted eight in all. Hermione figured out pretty quickly why Filch was that mad.
" CROOKSHANKS YOU GOT MRS. NORRIS PREGNANT!" she roared, making Severus stick his head out. She turned to him. " I'll tell you when you get out."
And the door was closed.
Ten minutes later both Severus and Hermione were showered and read to go. Hermione told Severus about the visit that she had with Filch and what was inside the box. Severus wasn't amused by what Crookshanks had done.
" You need to get that cat fixed!" he told her.
" That's what Filch told me," Hermione said. " I'll owl the doctor and have it done."
At ten she left her quarters and went to her appointment with Madam Pomfrey. She was excited about the idea of being pregnant and her husband had treated her well. She decided that she could get use to his undivided attention on her and her alone. Madam Pomfrey was busy looking over several blankets, checking for holes, when Hermione entered.
" Welcome to the other people, Mrs. Snape," Madam Pomfrey said.
Hermione smiled at her.
" Mrs. is a word that I could get use to," Hermione said.
" I can see the potion worked."
Hermione nodded then frowned.
" What's wrong?"
" That potion almost made me throw-up," Hermione complained. " Do you think I'm allergic to it?"
" No!" Pomfrey answered. " It always does that. It takes a strong stomach to ingest it. That's why the natural way is always the best."
" I figured that much," Hermione told her. " So lets see if I'm pregnant."
Hermione jumped on the bed and Madam Pomfrey used her wand to check her over. Hermione let her do her magic, and then she put it away.
" Well?"
The Matron smiled at her.
" Well you did join, which is good, but we'll see in two weeks if that egg is there to stay so that it can turn into a baby. Come back then."
" Yes mame," Hermione said.
And she rushed out.
When she returned she saw that Severus was busy reading the Daily Prophet. She sat down and looked at her husband. He finally turned and looked at her, and saw her excited expression.
" Good news in the genetic pool."
Hermione nodded.
" They joined, but I've got to wait two weeks before I know for sure," Hermione reported. " I'm so excited!"
" I'll be excited to if he or she doesn't end up like Fred or George Weasley," Severus commented. " Those boys only ambition was to blow up a toilet."
Hermione laughed, but deep inside she was scared that they would become another Fred and George Weasley.
A/N: Next Chapter: Hermione finds out if she is pregnant.