The following two weeks were spent by Hermione in anticipation of the following weekend, which was when she was planning to move into Severus' quarters with him. Her morning sickness had not begun yet, but she knew that it was only an extremely short matter of time, and she was dreading it.

One morning at breakfast, as she was sitting at the High Table, Remus glanced over at her and smiled.

"How is your pregnancy going?" he asked.

"Quite well, for now," she replied. "Oh, but I know that my morning sickness will be arriving soon."

"I don't believe it will be too bad for you, Hermione."

"Honestly? How can you possibly believe that?"

"Do not focus on the sickness. Concentrate on the final outcome of these next nine months: your baby."

"That is true." She sighed. "You are right, of course. However, you know that I will never be able to think about that when I am…you know."

"Yes, well, do not follow only my instructions; after all, I have never been pregnant. You do know who you should ask, don't you? Molly Weasley."

Chuckling, Hermione replied, "Yes, that would make sense."

"Good luck with it, Hermione."

She smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, Remus," she said, and returned to her breakfast.

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The next weekend was spent transporting Hermione's possessions from her rooms and into Severus' chambers. When she had finally finished, she stood in the center of the chaotic living room with her hands on her hips, surrounded on all sides by her various belongings.

Suddenly, she looked up as the door swung open and Severus stepped inside, not lifting his eyes from the paper in his hands.

"Severus!" she exclaimed, but it was too late. He had already tripped over the wooden chest at his feet and stumbled several steps, until he caught hold of the back of a wooden chair and regained his balance.

"What the hell- Are you trying to kill me?" he uttered, clutching his chest over where his heart was located.

"I tried to warn you!" she snapped.

"What the hell is all of this rubbish?"

"'Rubbish'? This rubbish happens to be every single one of my belongings."

"They don't quite seem to fit, do they?" he asked, taking in his surroundings.

There was hardly a space on the floor where one could actually see the floor. Books were piled in stacks nearly as tall as Severus himself. Chairs were balancing on top of bookshelves on top of tables. And Hermione was standing in the middle of it all.

"Not quite," she replied, gazing around the room as she bit her bottom lip.

"What do you propose we do about the…clutter, then?"

"Clearly, we must get rid of a few things."

Severus froze midway through stepping carefully over a box filled what appeared to be…yes, more books. "You mean your possessions, of course?"

"Severus, we will both have to make some compromises."

"These are my chambers," he said, realizing at once how childish his words had sounded, and cursing himself silently for it.

"And I am moving into them. I believe that would make these our chambers. Just as this is our child," she said, placing her hand over her stomach.

He sighed. "Very well. Where should we begin?" Again, he glanced uneasily around the room.

"I thought we would start here, with my books. You probably own many of the same ones that I do."

"Excellent choice."

"By the way," said Hermione, climbing over the footstool and placing her hands on his shoulders, "good afternoon." Quickly, she leaned up and planted a small kiss on his lips.

Scowling, he looked around the room. His black eyes landed on one of the many heaps of books and he slowly and clumsily made his way over to them. Picking up a book and glancing at the cover, he said to her, "By the by, I brewed the Skele-Grow that Madam Pomfrey requested."

"Pardon me?"

"It seems that she had a full stock of the potion."

"Oh, Severus, I'm so sorry!"

"That's all right. It took her several seconds, but finally, comprehension dawned on the woman and she began to go along with what I was telling her. Quite obviously, she had no idea what she was going on about, but no matter."

"I'm sorry you had to brew that potion for nothing."

"Just as long as I am not being forced to drink it."

Smiling, Hermione helped him separate the books into two different piles: those they were keeping, and those that they weren't. Next, they went on to other things, all the while discussing various books and articles that they had read recently, debating over a variety of subjects.

Finally, they had completed it, with many sacrifices from both of them to make their belongings fit nicely.

With her hands on her hips, Hermione gazed around at her surroundings, scowling.

"What can it possibly be now?" asked Severus, collapsing on the sofa.

"This place still looks like a Slytherin's home."

"It is."

"Not any longer, I'm afraid. A Gryffindor also inhabits these chambers, as of today."

He sneered at her. "Very well. If it pleases you, do what you like with it."

"Thank you," said Hermione, smiling. Then she took out her wand and turned back to the room. "Now then, I don't think I will do anything to this room just yet, because it is quite brilliant, exactly the way it is. Your bathroom, however…"

"Dear Merlin, what are you going to do to my bathroom?"

Walking out of the room, she called over her shoulder, "Paint it yellow."

His eyes widened and he rushed forward to grab her arm.

"No, Hermione, I forbid it. You may paint it any shade but yellow."

She raised an eyebrow. "Why do you mind so greatly?"

"I am forced to live here, as well, if I must remind you."

"I understand, but the same also applies to me, and I will not reside in these dark, gloomy dungeons, just the way they are."

"I…" He rolled his eyes and threw up his arms in defeat. "There is no arguing with you, you know that! You are a stubborn know-it-all. You are aware of that, aren't you?"

"Yes, thank you," she glared at him.

"Do as you see fit. You will anyway, whether I grant you my consent or not," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Smirking and walking over to him, she snaked her arms around his neck. "Thank you (she kissed his neck)… for not being your (she kissed his opposite ear)… usual (his cheek)… stubborn (his opposite cheek)… self." Then, she kissed him long on the lips. He put his hands on her hips and looked down at her.

"You will be the death of me," he murmured.

Grinning, she replied, "Probably so." Then she kissed his lips again and scampered away, returning to the bathroom. Within seconds, Severus saw a flash of light coming from the open doorway.

Rolling his eyes yet again, he walked cautiously toward it. When he reached the doorway, he took in a deep breath and peered inside.

"Doesn't it appear so much brighter?" asked Hermione, admiring her…work, if you can honestly call it that.

"'Brighter' isn't the word," he sneered.

"Do not tell me that you hate it."

"It is… Perhaps, if you had chosen a less vivid hue."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione flicked her wand once and instantly, the bright yellow was replaced with a deeper shade of gold.

"Is this better?" she asked, turning back to him.

"Perfect; Gryffindor colors," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him again.

"I suppose," he said, this time a little louder.

Smiling, Hermione performed a cleansing spell on the shower, counters, and mirror.

"Honestly, I am not that filthy, am I?" he asked her, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not sure. I mean, you are a man, after all, and you have been living here alone for the past twenty years. Who knows what sorts of germs are lurking where."

"I see a big one right now," he muttered teasingly.

"Be quiet!" she laughed.

Then, he followed her into his bedroom.

"Hermione, this is where I sleep. I forbid you to alter this room in any way."

"I live here now, as well."

"Please do not remind me."

"Severus Snape, you had better shut your mouth, or I won't let you see your child when it arrives."

"Are you intending to use that against me for the following nine months?"

"Possibly," she nodded, and then gazed around the room. The bed was covered in…what else? A black bedspread with black sheets and-yes, that's right-a black pillowcase. The walls were simply painted white, and all the furniture appeared to be oak.

"You need a bit of color, Severus."

With a flick of her wand, his black bedspread transformed to a light shade of rose.

"Hermione!" he yelped.

"I'm only joking, Severus," she said, chuckling. Then she looked over at him. "What color would you like for it to be? And black is not a color," she added quickly.

"Green," he answered instantly. (Now, who didn't see that coming?)

"Very well. I suppose I can live with that." Sighing, she transformed the pink to a deep green. "However, if I am forced to endure green bed linens, then you must endure red walls."

"No," he said quickly, but it was too late.

Hermione had already colored the walls. Even so, they were better than he had expected; they were not the loud, attention-demanding scarlet that accompanied the lion in Gryffindor's crest, but a more subdued, deeper burgundy.

"Very well," he scowled.

Hermione came over and snaked her arms around his neck. "You do remember what I told you about scowling, don't you?" she asked.

"Pardon me?"

"One of my first nights at the castle, you traveled to my office and showed me Neville's letter."

"Yes," he muttered. "Just before I left, you…"

"I informed you that you look rather handsome when you're not scowling."

Sneering, he glanced over her head at the clock on the wall.

"We have classes tomorrow morning," he told her.

"I am behind on my grading," she groaned unhappily.

"Fortunately, I completed grading the greater amount of my essays last night."

"I see. So then, that would mean that tonight, you are available?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I suppose so," he answered.

"What shall we possibly do, then?" she asked, kissing his neck.

"You are pregnant."

"And? You do not think that pregnant women are allowed to have sex?"

"What will our child think?"

"It will hate us, regardless of whatever circumstances we are under."

Severus then leaned down to kiss her lips as she took his hand, guiding him over to the bed.

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"Severus?" Hermione asked much later, when the time was nearing midnight, while they were both sitting quietly in the living room. She was at the desk, and he was in a chair, reading a novel.

"Yes?"

"It just occurred to me: Where would you like for me to sleep?"

"You live here," he answered, not glancing up from his book.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You choose." Still, he did not look up at her.

"Well, shall I set up a sort of cot on the sofa? I didn't know if you wanted me to sleep with you, in your bed, or…?"

Now, he looked up at her. "You may sleep wherever you like," he told her.

"In that case, I would like to sleep with you."

"Very well."

And that was that. Hermione watched as Severus returned to his book, though she thought she saw a hint of a smile creeping onto his face. Feeling quite pleased, she grinned and turned back to marking the essay which sat in front of her on the desk.

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Severus awoke one morning soon after that night to the sound of a loud groaning coming from his bathroom.

"What the- Hermione?" he muttered, running a hand over his face. When he received no answer, he called again, "Hermione?"

He was met with the sight of Hermione Granger appearing through the doorway to the bathroom, wiping her mouth with her sleeve, her hair in complete disarray.

"Are you all right?" he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up to look more closely at her.

Glaring at him, she replied, "I just had my first morning sickness."

"And?"

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to curse at him, but shut it after only a moment. She glowered fiercely at him as she replied, "And I can't believe you did this to me."

At this, he fell back onto the mattress, covering his face with his hands. It was going to be a long nine months.

Well, that's it for this chapter. I realize that my chapters have been slowly getting shorter, but hopefully, I can reverse the process with the next chapter that I post.

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