-1Severus apparated, and he wound up in a field. The only people in front of him were Voldemort, with an expression he couldn't figure out, Lucius, looking pissed, and Bellatrix, looking, well… psychotic.

"What have you done Severus? Switched sides?" Voldemort hissed.

"I've done no such thing. I have given up my freedom for you."

"Getting married, to a mud blood, none the less. I thought that was beneath even you. And procreating, tsk tsk." Lucius sneered.

"Enough Lucius!"

"How did you do this for me?" Voldemort stared at Severus. His eyes boring holes into Severus.

"I gave the mud blood ovulation potion when I realized the Weasley girl was pregnant with Potter's child. I knew she'd rather get married then leave Hogwarts, that's what I planned on. Now I must put up a loving, and caring front. Do you know how much that sickens me? I have to lie with what amounts to be lower than a dog. Me, a Snape. I have to even pretend I love her. I did it for you, I'm still doing it for you. I thought you'd be pleased." Severus lied through his teeth, then got on one knee, and began kissing the dark lords hem line. Then looked at the dark lord.

"And what of the Malfoy brat, why did you harm him?" Severus saw Lucius tense at the mention of his son.

"He almost spoiled my plan. He dug his elbow into her stomach. If the children are lost, then so is our connection to Potter's child." Severus watched what amounted to Voldemort's reasoning flicker across the reptilian face.

"Yes. Lucius, your son is not to touch this girl. She is too valuable. Also tell your son to stop jinxing the Weasley girl. I have a feeling it would leave Potter more vulnerable if we were to take his child." Voldemort said, then he and Bellatrix apparated, leaving Lucius, and Severus alone.

Lucius sneered at Severus' still kneeling form. "On your knees, like a slave, that's where you belong." With that he apparated. What he did not know was that the dark lord did not buy his story as much as Severus thought he did. He apparated to the Hogwarts grounds, and was glad he was still whole. He wanted desperately to wrap himself around Hermione, but he knew he would need to change and shower first. When he got up to the gates he was tackled by Hermione, she locked him in a hug. She had tears on her face. Maybe he would get his fairytale ending, if only for tonight. He also knew he had to find something to speed up the pregnancy. While Hermione was considered weak while pregnant, she was also dispensable as soon as Ginny had her child.

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Later that night he crept out of the bedroom, to look for something to ease his troubles. He had to find something to speed up the pregnancy. Ginny was in the sitting room, and he hid in the shadows. She was talking to her belly. He realized then that he couldn't only speed up Hermione's pregnancy. He let a single tear escape him, up until that moment he had pictured Ginny's child as expendable. He realized that he couldn't in good conscience let Voldemort take that child.

He tried to blame it on Hermione. She would take their children away from him, if she ever found out. But, he knew that it was because where about six months ago he had a black hole for a heart and the personality of a shrew, he actually had a heart, and a decent personality now, for whom he let see it. He pinned himself weak for caring, he thought Hermione made him weak, when in all actuality, she made him strong, he made him whole again. He wasn't walking around as an empty shell anymore. Ginny ushered him in, and it was in that moment he realized that he had taken a step towards her.

"I'm sorry I couldn't sleep." Ginny murmured.

"Don't make excuses for not being able to put yourself in a dismal state." Severus gritted out.

"Sit down. You've just reverted into your 'Snape-the-bastard' persona, what's wrong?" Her green eyes held concern, and it just reinforced the fact that he would not be able to do it. He also realized he had become what amounted to friends with Ginny and Harry. You didn't do that to friends, that would make him as low as Pettigrew.

"I'm sorry." Snape said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and flopped himself onto the couch. "I was just thinking about the meeting today. It made Hermione dispensable after you've had your child. Also, now this is trivial, I wish I could make this the wedding of her dreams, as opposed to a simple ceremony. I don't plan for her to get married again. If she's only going to do it once, it seems like it should be what she wanted." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He couldn't believe that he had just said exactly what he was thinking to somebody.

She smiled at him. "Well, that I can do something about. My mother has a spell and a recipe for a potion that was passed down onto her. She didn't use it, but, some people are very uncomfortable when pregnant with twins, and they want to just skip to having them in the end. I believe it only works after your fifth or sixth month. I doubt he's coming before Hermione is six months pregnant." she patted her stomach. "Also, I can help with the wedding part too. She's told me what she wanted. I'll help you plan it if you want" Ginny again smiled, Severus felt horrible.

"Are you aware, that Voldemort, wants to take your child. How can you be happy?" He said through clenched teeth. She didn't even startle, or look surprised.

"Honestly, I figured as much. I figured he would spend about two months trying to get rid of it. Then he would realize that it would be more distressing if he took it. Knowing that he has my child, yeah. That would definitely affect my fighting, but it would be a help, not a hindrance. What Voldemort never understood was love. Having someone you love taken from you is a hell of a way to turn psychotic. You'll tear down doors, stand on the bodies you murdered, just to get them back. If you can't get them back rage will take over, and eventually you'll win." Ginny looked at Severus, he had what amounted to be a smirk on his face. "What?" she added.

"Nothing, you just reminded me you're not just another pretty face." he made an inarticulate noise, then he settled down, and started the wedding plans. Hermione had been holding a lot out on him. Apparently she picked everything she did because of a lack of cost. She was in for a big surprise.

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Hermione woke up to find Severus asleep in the sitting room, and Ginny drinking tea. As soon as she came into view Ginny grabbed a bunch of papers off of the coffee table. She hid them from view, and Hermione was still too asleep to care. She went over to the tray and grabbed a cup of tea and a biscuit, and came to the couch next to Severus. She put the biscuit down on the table, and shook his shoulder. He woke up with a jolt, sloshing the tea in it's mug. He looked at her and smiled. He had a little over three weeks to plan the wedding, and he was going to use them. First he had to find the place, then he would have to find a dress, get the flowers, the cake, the bridesmaid dresses. He would have Harry stand with him, along with Remus, and Ron. She would have Ginny, Minerva, and Miss. Weasley with her. You found out quickly whom you're friends were when you popped up a pregnant teenager. Minerva and Molly had been everything one could have hoped. Albus would be performing the ceremony, he had thought about calling the corners, but that was not her fantasy, so he left it unsaid. Also with calling the corners, some witches have gone into premature labor, that would be bad.

Last night had taught him a lot. How much and for whom he cared, and he was happy with his choices. He realized the people who he would subject to things he wouldn't have thought twice about before, were slim to none now. He also realized he enjoyed Ginny's company. Then a realization hit him, he was calling them by their first names. He did have two persona's: Snape-the-bastard, and Snape-the-human-being. He was using the latter more and more often, and he actually enjoyed doing it. He kissed Hermione on the forehead, and got up, then headed to the shower, and was out the door, he had to see Minerva before classes.

He smiled on his way back from Minerva's quarters. He had gotten what he had come there for plus more. He had a place, the name of a florist and a witch-designer, and her approval of the position of bridesmaid. He also got an accomplice, she would help him plan. He headed to his dungeons and just remembered to put on his usual scowl. He greeted Hermione as he would anyone else, then remembered he could be a bit more in the open now, and actually cracked a smile at her. People gasped, and someone spilled a potion. Hermione went to clean it up, and he got in her way. "You don't know what they spilled." was his explanation as he cleaned it. The rest of the week went smoothly, except for weird glances from Hermione. He had actually planned something, that put a time crunch on everyone, so he had spent a long time away from her. She cornered him that night in the bedroom.

"Who are you seeing?"

"What are you talking about?" Severus finally said genially confused.

"Who's the other woman?" Hermione raged.

"There is no other woman. I have been busy, but, That doesn't mean there's another woman."

"I can understand why you don't find me attractive anymore, but…" she sniffed. He walked over to her, damn hormones. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Where did you come up with that idea, I love you. I love every part of you. I love seeing you pregnant. You engulf my mind in your scent, taste, touch, and picture. I constantly look at you. I want you so badly it hurts sometimes. I managed to become a person again with you. You honestly think I'd let that go?" He kissed her neck. She smiled, then cried. Big thick tears.

He didn't have much time for what he planned, three days exactly. But he decided to take the time, to show her he loved her. He slipped of her robes, leaving her in her bra and underwear. She had switched to a different type of underwear, it went over her hips but scooped below her stomach. The black material framed her body. Her pregnant stomach beautifully swollen, the skin deliciously tight. He slipped the bra off first, and played with her breasts. Each time he saw them they seemed to grow bigger. They were now more than he could cup with each hand, fingers outstretched he kneaded them lightly, then massaged her sides. Moving to her hips he massaged them slightly. Then finally her mound he probed and massaged, he knew her body. He touched exactly the parts he knew would bring her pleasure. Finally when she was wet enough, he flipped her over, and took her from behind. Slow luxurious strokes over that spot.

He brought her screaming, glad for once he remembered to put a silencing charm around the room.

He came moments later, when he brought her again. Watching her sleep was pleasant, but he had to get a move on.

Three days later Hermione was brought to a beautiful estate on the shore. She was being taken to look at it with Ginny. Harry was going to buy it. A house elf delivered lunch, and all of a sudden she got tired, and passed out. When she woke up she was blindfolded. Her outfit was gone, and she could tell she was in a dress. Someone's hand found hers, and she could tell it was her mother's. She blinked back tears, and went to remove the blindfold. Her mother smacked her hand away.

"I already know it's you mom. It's not a surprise." Hermione said.

"This isn't the surprise. I'm going to take you off the bed, and you're going to walk okay?" was her mother's only response. Her mother's hand led her off of the bed, and out somewhere. "Now take it off."

Hermione took off the blindfold, and had to blink back tears. She was on a stone step, gazing out at the ocean, wearing her dream wedding dress. It had a bustier effect on her breasts, and flowing sleeves, two folds of thin fabric came to meet right under her breasts but flowed out afterward. There was a silver clasp at each shoulder. The clasp was in the shape of a snake, and had onyx embellishments.

She was handed a bouquet of two dozen white roses, two red, and one black. This was exactly what she told Ginny she wanted. She turned to find Ginny, in the wedding dress she had picked out of a magazine. The red dress flowed in the cool sea breeze. It was silk, with a black rose pinned in her hair, she looked gorgeous. She held a mirror out to Hermione, and Hermione checked all of herself. This was exactly her fantasy. Ginny led her to the back of the seating area. Everyone she wanted there was there. Her family, her friends, some she considered both. Snape looked at her, and he smiled, a sweet smile. He was dressed un exactly what she had hoped for. A black tux with a red tie. Music started from nowhere, Molly and Minvera both filed down the aisle, both wearing her bridesmaids gowns. Then Ginny went.

Her father met up with her, kissed her, and raised a veil she hadn't even realized she was wearing. He walked her down the aisle, and kissed her on the cheek. Then went to his seat. Ginny took her bouquet, and the ceremony began. She wasn't able to stop the tears. She knew her parents would have to be obliviated, before they left, just to take them out of harms way, but she refused to think of it now. She put a hand on her stomach, until they had to hold hands and exchange vows. Severus said his vows, and she realized the vows she had written were at Hogwarts. He handed her an index card, and she beamed up at him. Then she read her vows. They were announced as husband and wife then they apparated to the hall. The hall was better than she could imagine, except for one thing. Lucius was there, but he wasn't alone.