A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sci Fi September- You see titles above people's heads. Usually it's things like: The Baker. Today, however, you see something very unexpected.

Word Count: 522

Hermione adjusted her ocular implant. It must be malfunctioning. That was the only explanation. For years, since she'd been equipped with the device, she had been able to see people's titles. Usually it was little mundane things.

Tom's title said 'bartender'. Ron's said 'idiot'. Well, it didn't, but she often pretended it did. She wasn't sure what the point of being able to see these things were, maybe to make it easier to find a needed person in a hurry?

When she'd first met Severus, his title had been 'teacher'. Then it became 'her teacher'. Then as she got older and things started to change it became 'love interest', then 'lover', then 'fiance', and until this morning, it had said 'husband'. Hermione shook her head trying to make the implant work properly.

"Hermione? Love? What's wrong?" Severus asked, watching her. She opened her eyes and looked at the title again. She'd gotten so used to ignoring them, like they were just some kind of background noise that you didn't notice until it changes or was gone completely.

"My implant. It's malfunctioning. I'll have to have someone look at it later. Merlin knows when the last time I had the thing serviced was," she replied, wondering if they still had any coffee left. Normally she preferred tea with her breakfast, but today, today she really wanted coffee, with sugar and cream.

"If yours is malfunctioning then must be too," Severus commented. Hermione stopped, her hand on the cabinet door. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Why? What does mine say?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"It says 'mother'," he answered quietly. Hermione nodded slowly, having forgotten about the coffee for the moment.

"Then maybe, yours isn't malfunctioning after all..." she murmured, walking back over to him. "Because it says 'father'," she admitted. He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

"How?" he started to ask. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Severus, you know exactly how, but... I thought... we were so careful..."

"Accidents apparently happen, nothing is a hundred percent guaranteed," Severus muttered, pulling Hermione into his lap. She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder.

"I guess I should make an appointment, just to confirm, I mean, they could both be malfunctioning? Right?" she asked. Severus kissed her forehead.

"It's possible, very unlikely, and as much as we didn't plan on having children, I think we should look into converting the guest room into a nursery instead of harboring false hope that these things are wrong."

"Right, first coffee, then making absolute certain they're not malfunctioning, and then, I'll make an appointment with my doctor. You're coming with me, right?" she asked, making Severus know very clearly it wasn't actually a question.

"Of course, Love. I will be with you every single step of this, no matter what happens," he stated. "and the coffee is in the third cabinet to the left behind the chocolate sandwich biscuits," he added, giving her a smile. She returned it, sliding off his lap to make her coffee, the entire time muttering about stupid ocular implants and wondering what kind of title a baby would have.