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Chapter 35

On the way back to Severus's loft, both Severus and Hermione remained silent most of the time. After saying good-bye to everyone at the Burrow, she wanted to start explaining things to Severus. With his tone of voice saying 'Later,' and his distance from her, she knew he was mad. She could not just see it, but feel his anger as well.

Hermione was all emotional. Mad because of Ron. Nervous because she didn't like it when Severus was angry, which also made her sad. Lastly, happy because she was pregnant. She really wanted to reach out for Severus's hand when they were walking briskly. His touch was what she needed, but decided it was best not to. The only time that he had placed an arm on her is when they apparated.

Severus was boiling mad. His own two eyes just saw his wife and Weasely kissing. It made a bunch of conclusions pop in his head. Hermione still had feelings for the boy, and was in love with him. Severus was just some person she had to marry. She was cheating on him. Of all the things in the world, it hurt him when he saw them kiss.

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As he tossed his coat on the back of the couch, Severus said, "Kissing Weasley! I cannot believe you would do that Hermione!"

"Whoa! First of all, let me explain things," Hermione said, following him.

Severus spun on his feet and looked at her. "Do you think me blind?! I saw what I saw!" he bellowed.

"Do not do this Severus!" Hermione raised her voice to match his. Her hand snapped on the side of her hip. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I will not be played as a fool you stupid woman! You apparently still love Weasley! You said there was nothing between you two, and that you didn't love him-"

"There is nothing and I do not love him!" Hermione countered back. It hurt when he called her stupid. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.

"Fuck you!" he shouted as he kicked the side table next to sofa. The fogged glass shattering as it hit the floor.

Hermione stepped away quickly. Both her arms wrapped around her stomach, shielding her unborn. Severus's emotions, anger and jealousy, had hit her. She started to sob. Never had she seen him this mad, and it was because of her, because of something that she was innocent of.

"You played with my feelings Hermione!" he stated pointing a finger to his heart. "I knew it was too good to be true. How could someone ever fall in love with me?" He shook his head. He could also feel tears form in his eyes. He turned around and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stared outside. He could feel his heart breaking. It was the worst kind of pain that he had ever felt.

"Sev… Please. Ron forced himself on me-" Hermione choked out.

"I do not want to hear another word from you," he snapped.

"But-"

"I said no!" he shouted at her as he turned to face her. His chest was heaving.

Hermione for the first time actually see that he, Severus, her husband, was crying. "Hear me out-"

"No!" Severus said as he marched to her and towered over her, with a threatening look on his face. The look however, didn't scare her a single bit. He raised his hand at her, and was about to strike her.

"What?! Are you going to hit me?!" Hermione asked him. "Slam me against some fucking door or wall like Ron did?! Are you going to throw me on the floor as well?! I dare you! Let me lose the son that I am carrying?! Your son! Then do it!"

Severus's facial features softened in shock as his mouth gaped open. He tried to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. Ron had harmed her physically? Hermione was pregnant? What shocked him more was that he was about to hit Hermione. Good Merlin… he was starting to act like his father. An abusive husband and father. The one thing he detested most of all… the one thing that he'd vowed to never become.

"Hit me!" she shouted at him, her face red with tears. She saw him drop his hand. "Hit me! I dare you!"

"Hermione-"

She gave him a solid slap on his cheek, and then another. Her hands clenched into fists as she started to pound on his chest. She kept on hitting and hitting him over and over again. "You don't trust me! You hate me! Hit me!" she kept on shouting again and again.

Severus allowed her to hit him a few times, and accepted her blows. He deserved them. Yes, they were painful, but not as painful as he felt inside. Eventually, he stopped her by taking hold of her wrists. He pulled her against him and felt her legs give way. The both of them fell onto the floor. Hermione landed on top of him, on his lap.

"You hate me. You don't trust me," she cried as she pulled on his shirt tightly with her fists, looking up at him, pleading. "But I trust you, and I love you. I could never hate you. Never! Why don't you feel the same for me? Why?!"

Severus pulled Hermione close into a very tight embrace. "I do Hermione, I do," he croaked into her ear. Tears still falling from his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."

"I could never love Ron," she muffled into his neck, as she wrapped her arms around him. "Never Ron or anyone. Just you."

"I trust you and I do love you," he told her.

"No you don't," she said again and again. She held onto him for dear life, afraid that he might actually leave her, and let her go.

"I do… I do…" he promised her numerous times into her ear, with every 'don't' that she said, as he rocked her in his lap. Once in awhile, he would try to hush her and whisper other reassuring promises to her. He also made a promise to himself which was, getting back at the Weasley for what he did.

After some time, Hermione wasn't feeling too well. Pushed herself away from Severus and tried to hold back the food that was coming up her throat. She failed however when she started to vomit on the floor nearby.

"Accio trash bin," Severus said with one hand in the air, his other, supporting Hermione with his arm. He caught the bin, and placed it right in front of her.

She gladly grabbed hold of the bin and continued to throw up into it. "Oh God…" she groaned, as she tried to catch her breath, and then threw up again.

Severus held her hair back as he rubbed her back. She didn't have a stomach flu. It was morning sickness. No wonder the potions weren't working much. There were no potions for morning sickness anyhow. "You all done?" he asked her as she leaned back against him.

All Hermione could do was nod.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and tucked into bed," Severus said as he stood up with her in his arms.

"Mmm…" she murmured weakly as she closed her eyes, her head on his shoulder.

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