Chapter 16 Your Married?
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"Both optimists and pessimists contribute to our society. The optimist makes the airplane and the pessimist the parachute."
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"How is he?" Hermione asked as soon as she entered the infirmary the next day.
"Calm yourself, child," Madame Pomfrey said catching her as she almost fell on the floor, "he left early this morning before any of the students could see him."
"Did he go to his private rooms?"
"Yes, he was fine when he left. He could stand for a few more hours of rest, mind you, but he was good to return to his rooms."
"What is the password and where are his rooms." Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"It's the portrait in his office, the password is your mother's name."
"Thank you." Hermione yelled behind her as she ran to the dungeons. She walked into his office and looked around. A small portrait was on the wall. She probably wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been looking for it. Hermione smiled when she realized what picture it was; her mother leaning against the tree reading. It was her favorite picture of her mother.
"Password, please." Her mother's soft voice reached her ears and for a moment Hermione's mind froze. So, that was what her mother sounded like or, maybe it was just enchanted to sound like a woman. She hoped it was the former.
"Um, Minia Vaughnwell." Nothing happened. Hermione thought for a moment.
"Mina Snape." Still, nothing happened.
"Er, Minia Vaughnwell Snape." The portrait came forward to reveal a stone passage. Hermione walked along the passage until she came to a room. It was filled with stacks of papers and books. It had a beige carpet but a decidedly dark look to it. There was a small kitchen area and a table with two chairs pushed up against a wall. There were two doors. Hermione opened one and found a bathroom. She opened the other door and found another long, stone passage. She followed this one until she came to a wooden door.
She hesitantly opened the door. Inside, was a room decorated in all dark green. On a four poster bed against one wall Severus lie sleeping. Hermione rushed to the bed and sat on the edge. Severus immediately reached out a hand and grabbed her arm. He opened and eye and released her after he realized who she was.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse from sleep.
"I was worried after last night. I didn't know if you were going to be okay and I..." Her voice cracked and she could feel the tears in her eyes. Severus stiffened but gently touched her arm and nodded.
"Hey, you're going to have a granddaughter." Hermione smiled then sniffled a bit. Severus smiled a genuine smile.
"When is it...she due?"
"June 8 is the official day, but just sometime around then."
"Did you like the portrait?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes!" She shouted a bright gleam in her eye, "Is that her real voice?"
"It is. I wanted to make sure I heard her voice everyday." Hermione smiled.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I'll leave you to rest now." Hermione walked to the door and paused then whispered, "Sleep well, Dad."
In a moment she was gone. Severus sat in shock then a smile crossed his face. "She called me dad."
Hermione walked out of the tunnel wondering if she had done the right thing. 'Maybe I should go back to make sure he didn't have a heart attack..' She shook her head and banished the thought away when she opened the door back into his office. She closed the portal carefully behind her and went to her rooms. Another strange thing struck her.
"It's Monday, why isn't he teaching?" She didn't realize she had spoken the question aloud until a voice answered her.
"I refused to allow him to teach in such a condition." Hermione turned and smiled at the Headmaster.
"Good." Dumbledore grinned at her with the familiar and sometimes annoying twinkle in his eye.
"Perhaps, we could have a discussion in my office?"
"Of course, professor." Soon, Hermione found herself seated in a high- backed red chair in front of Dumbledore in his office. "What did you wish to discuss?"
"My wife was just wondering about the condition of your child?"
Hermione spluttered for a moment, "Your wife?"
"Yes, you weren't aware was I was married? I could have sworn Minerva would have told you."
"Minerva, as in Professor McGonagall?" To say Hermione was surprised would be a gross understatement.
"Of course, we've been married since she was eighteen, for sixty-two years." Dumbledore sat back and smiled at Hermione. She seemed to be thinking.
"So, Professor McGonagall is eighty, then, how old are you?"
"Oh, I'm young, yet, dear, only one hundred."
"One hundred..." Hermione whispered in amazement.
"I believe you will find that wizards live a bit longer than muggles, dear. So, how is the baby."
"The baby's healthy. We found out it's a girl and the official date is June 8." She replied distractedly.
"That's wonderful, I'm sure Minerva will be most pleased." Hermione nodded. "And, please tell Mr. Malfoy that I want to meet with both of you Friday night. I believe we should take dinner in my private quarters and...talk...about the future."
"Okay, I'll be sure to leave Friday open, professor. Um, is that all?"
"Yes, and I expect both you and Draco in class tomorrow."
"Nothing could keep me away." Hermione smiled and left wondering what on earth Dumbledore could want to talk to them about and still utterly surprised at the bomb he had just dropped.
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"Both optimists and pessimists contribute to our society. The optimist makes the airplane and the pessimist the parachute."
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"How is he?" Hermione asked as soon as she entered the infirmary the next day.
"Calm yourself, child," Madame Pomfrey said catching her as she almost fell on the floor, "he left early this morning before any of the students could see him."
"Did he go to his private rooms?"
"Yes, he was fine when he left. He could stand for a few more hours of rest, mind you, but he was good to return to his rooms."
"What is the password and where are his rooms." Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"It's the portrait in his office, the password is your mother's name."
"Thank you." Hermione yelled behind her as she ran to the dungeons. She walked into his office and looked around. A small portrait was on the wall. She probably wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been looking for it. Hermione smiled when she realized what picture it was; her mother leaning against the tree reading. It was her favorite picture of her mother.
"Password, please." Her mother's soft voice reached her ears and for a moment Hermione's mind froze. So, that was what her mother sounded like or, maybe it was just enchanted to sound like a woman. She hoped it was the former.
"Um, Minia Vaughnwell." Nothing happened. Hermione thought for a moment.
"Mina Snape." Still, nothing happened.
"Er, Minia Vaughnwell Snape." The portrait came forward to reveal a stone passage. Hermione walked along the passage until she came to a room. It was filled with stacks of papers and books. It had a beige carpet but a decidedly dark look to it. There was a small kitchen area and a table with two chairs pushed up against a wall. There were two doors. Hermione opened one and found a bathroom. She opened the other door and found another long, stone passage. She followed this one until she came to a wooden door.
She hesitantly opened the door. Inside, was a room decorated in all dark green. On a four poster bed against one wall Severus lie sleeping. Hermione rushed to the bed and sat on the edge. Severus immediately reached out a hand and grabbed her arm. He opened and eye and released her after he realized who she was.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse from sleep.
"I was worried after last night. I didn't know if you were going to be okay and I..." Her voice cracked and she could feel the tears in her eyes. Severus stiffened but gently touched her arm and nodded.
"Hey, you're going to have a granddaughter." Hermione smiled then sniffled a bit. Severus smiled a genuine smile.
"When is it...she due?"
"June 8 is the official day, but just sometime around then."
"Did you like the portrait?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes!" She shouted a bright gleam in her eye, "Is that her real voice?"
"It is. I wanted to make sure I heard her voice everyday." Hermione smiled.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I'll leave you to rest now." Hermione walked to the door and paused then whispered, "Sleep well, Dad."
In a moment she was gone. Severus sat in shock then a smile crossed his face. "She called me dad."
Hermione walked out of the tunnel wondering if she had done the right thing. 'Maybe I should go back to make sure he didn't have a heart attack..' She shook her head and banished the thought away when she opened the door back into his office. She closed the portal carefully behind her and went to her rooms. Another strange thing struck her.
"It's Monday, why isn't he teaching?" She didn't realize she had spoken the question aloud until a voice answered her.
"I refused to allow him to teach in such a condition." Hermione turned and smiled at the Headmaster.
"Good." Dumbledore grinned at her with the familiar and sometimes annoying twinkle in his eye.
"Perhaps, we could have a discussion in my office?"
"Of course, professor." Soon, Hermione found herself seated in a high- backed red chair in front of Dumbledore in his office. "What did you wish to discuss?"
"My wife was just wondering about the condition of your child?"
Hermione spluttered for a moment, "Your wife?"
"Yes, you weren't aware was I was married? I could have sworn Minerva would have told you."
"Minerva, as in Professor McGonagall?" To say Hermione was surprised would be a gross understatement.
"Of course, we've been married since she was eighteen, for sixty-two years." Dumbledore sat back and smiled at Hermione. She seemed to be thinking.
"So, Professor McGonagall is eighty, then, how old are you?"
"Oh, I'm young, yet, dear, only one hundred."
"One hundred..." Hermione whispered in amazement.
"I believe you will find that wizards live a bit longer than muggles, dear. So, how is the baby."
"The baby's healthy. We found out it's a girl and the official date is June 8." She replied distractedly.
"That's wonderful, I'm sure Minerva will be most pleased." Hermione nodded. "And, please tell Mr. Malfoy that I want to meet with both of you Friday night. I believe we should take dinner in my private quarters and...talk...about the future."
"Okay, I'll be sure to leave Friday open, professor. Um, is that all?"
"Yes, and I expect both you and Draco in class tomorrow."
"Nothing could keep me away." Hermione smiled and left wondering what on earth Dumbledore could want to talk to them about and still utterly surprised at the bomb he had just dropped.
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