#9 ~ The Snapes in the Family Way or Oh Baby!
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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22,946
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
22,946
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Prologue
Anna Thistledown was on the first day of a new temp assignment. The curvy blonde had landed a cushy receptionist’s job answering phones, making appointment and letting Dr. Digmon know when patients arrived. His regular receptionist was out on indefinite leave. Anna didn’t know how long this gig would last, but she’d make the most of it. It paid pretty good.
Seated behind protective glass in her best blue blazer, blouse and skirt, Anna leafed through Dr. Digmon’s daily appointment book. He had sixteen patients to see today, all women in various stages of expectancy. Already there were three women waiting to see him. It was going to be a busy day.
The door to the Obstetrician’s office was suddenly flung open and a man walked in. Anna’s eyes went wide at the sight of him. He was dressed in a severe black robe that buttoned up to his neck. He was pale with fine shoulder-length black hair, and had the darkest eyes she had ever seen. There was an aura about him that was distinctly dangerous, yet commanding. The man strode up to the window and tapped a long, thin finger on the glass, scowling down at her.
“I need to see Dr. Digmon immediately,” he said in a surprisingly smooth, silky voice. Anna subconsciously patted her hair as she looked up at him. There was something very attractive about the man, though it certainly couldn’t be his looks. His nose was too big.
“Do you have an appointment, sir?” she asked him, her eyes sweeping over his clothing. He looked a little like Count Dracula. But he couldn’t be. It was broad daylight.
“No, there is no time to make an appointment. I must see him right now,” he said impatiently.
Anna looked up at him. She had a feeling she had better let the doctor know this man was here. He didn’t look like he was leaving.
“All right,” she said, rising from her swivel chair, “who shall I tell him is waiting to see him?”
“Professor Severus Snape,” the man snapped, one hand pressed against the glass.
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Anna walked back into the patient area, past the nurse’s desk and receiving rooms. She approached the doctor’s office, stopped and knocked hesitantly on the door.
“Come in,” a pleasant voice answered. Anna slowly opened the door.
Sitting at his desk against a backdrop of certificates and photos of infants, was Dr. Digmon. White-haired, with a full well-trimmed mustache and beard, he looked up at the temp kindly. He was wearing his lab coat, and a stethoscope dangled around his neck. He wasn’t really old; his hair just went white early. He was only forty-five years of age and had his practice for more than twenty years. Underneath his lab coat, Dr. Digmon wore a button up blue shirt, jeans and cowboy boots made of snakeskin.
“Can I help you, Miss Thistledown?” he asked.
“Yes sir…there is someone here to see you. A Professor…”
“Professor Snape,” Severus said, shouldering past the startled woman and entering the doctor’s office. Anna was mortified. How did he get in here? The door to the back office was locked on the inside. Patients had to be buzzed in.
Severus stood in front of the doctor’s desk. Dr. Digmon didn’t seem alarmed. He looked around Severus and said, “Thank you, Miss Thistledown. That will be all.”
Still looking at the strangely dressed man, Anna backed out of the office slowly, closing the door.
“These temp jobs get weirder and weirder,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to her desk.
Severus looked at the doctor. He was a little wild-eyed.
“You must come now, Doctor,” he said.
“Now, Professor Snape?” the doctor responded, his white eyebrows raised.
“Yes, now!” Severus said, glaring at the doctor.
The doctor looked at him. “You know, I still say that this would be better taken care of in a hospital…”
Snape cut him off.
“We’ve already been through this doctor. Hermione may have insisted that we come here and undergo these inane proddings, pokings and machinations you’ve performed on her the past few months, but my child is going to be born where I know there will be adequate assistance in case anything goes wrong. She might insist on having my baby the muggle way, but I’ll be damned if he or she is born in the muggle world,” he growled, his brows drawn tightly together.
Severus strode around the doctor’s desk, and grasped the man’s arm firmly, pulling him out of his chair. Dr. Digmon looked up at the wizard, and was met with a black gaze. He said nothing. The man looked on the verge of exploding. Dr. Digmon had been threatened, throttled, and even punched by stress-crazed fathers over the years. Expectant dads could be very volatile.
“We’re going now, Doctor,” Severus said, tightening his grip on the other man’s arm. With that, he and the startled doctor disapparated.
Anna jumped when she heard a loud crack issue from the back office. It sounded like a gunshot. Her mind immediately flashed to the strange man visiting the doctor. Jumping up from her chair she ran back to the doctor’s office and flung open the door.
Both the doctor and the Professor were gone.
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A/N: I know. I know. I said I needed a break. I guess my “break” was only a couple of hours. I really was exhausted after writing SSATPMT. Probably went through a sort of anti-climax thingy. Loss of endorphins or something after the sex scenes. But after two Red Bulls and reporting to an assignment I didn’t have to go to and stopping at the Planet Smoothie shop and getting a strawberry/banana Booster Blast, I came home to an empty house and started writing. (Yeah, I drink a LOT of energy drinks) Planet Smoothie incidentally is across the street from the hospital four of my grandkids were born at, so I was in a baby kind of mindset when I got in. I’ve been avoiding writing this story, which is a continuation of the Series. I guess its time has come. It may not be that long though.
I’ve skipped over Hermione’s actual pregnancy, but there will probably be quite a few flashbacks of Severus past dealings with Hermione during the baby’s delivery. Such as the sex and self-image issue, her wanting to have natural childbirth, and muggle preparations for having the baby. Definitely coaching class. I imagine that will be pretty hilarious, Severus in a room surrounded by a bunch of panting, pregnant women, expected to participate. I’m concerned that there may not be that many lemons in this story. I’m really not even sure where it’s going. Severus snatching the muggle doctor out of his office to attend to his wife at Hogwarts seemed like a good start, though. Seems like something the Potions Master would do. So if you read this fic, it will probably be a basic slice-of-life story. I am going to give it an NC-17 rating just in case though
Dr. Digmon is an actual Obstetrician. He delivered my grandchildren and he does dress like that. His snakeskin boots are infamous. He wears them everywhere. He’s also a bit weird, but likable. Well, let me know what you think.
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Prologue
Anna Thistledown was on the first day of a new temp assignment. The curvy blonde had landed a cushy receptionist’s job answering phones, making appointment and letting Dr. Digmon know when patients arrived. His regular receptionist was out on indefinite leave. Anna didn’t know how long this gig would last, but she’d make the most of it. It paid pretty good.
Seated behind protective glass in her best blue blazer, blouse and skirt, Anna leafed through Dr. Digmon’s daily appointment book. He had sixteen patients to see today, all women in various stages of expectancy. Already there were three women waiting to see him. It was going to be a busy day.
The door to the Obstetrician’s office was suddenly flung open and a man walked in. Anna’s eyes went wide at the sight of him. He was dressed in a severe black robe that buttoned up to his neck. He was pale with fine shoulder-length black hair, and had the darkest eyes she had ever seen. There was an aura about him that was distinctly dangerous, yet commanding. The man strode up to the window and tapped a long, thin finger on the glass, scowling down at her.
“I need to see Dr. Digmon immediately,” he said in a surprisingly smooth, silky voice. Anna subconsciously patted her hair as she looked up at him. There was something very attractive about the man, though it certainly couldn’t be his looks. His nose was too big.
“Do you have an appointment, sir?” she asked him, her eyes sweeping over his clothing. He looked a little like Count Dracula. But he couldn’t be. It was broad daylight.
“No, there is no time to make an appointment. I must see him right now,” he said impatiently.
Anna looked up at him. She had a feeling she had better let the doctor know this man was here. He didn’t look like he was leaving.
“All right,” she said, rising from her swivel chair, “who shall I tell him is waiting to see him?”
“Professor Severus Snape,” the man snapped, one hand pressed against the glass.
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Anna walked back into the patient area, past the nurse’s desk and receiving rooms. She approached the doctor’s office, stopped and knocked hesitantly on the door.
“Come in,” a pleasant voice answered. Anna slowly opened the door.
Sitting at his desk against a backdrop of certificates and photos of infants, was Dr. Digmon. White-haired, with a full well-trimmed mustache and beard, he looked up at the temp kindly. He was wearing his lab coat, and a stethoscope dangled around his neck. He wasn’t really old; his hair just went white early. He was only forty-five years of age and had his practice for more than twenty years. Underneath his lab coat, Dr. Digmon wore a button up blue shirt, jeans and cowboy boots made of snakeskin.
“Can I help you, Miss Thistledown?” he asked.
“Yes sir…there is someone here to see you. A Professor…”
“Professor Snape,” Severus said, shouldering past the startled woman and entering the doctor’s office. Anna was mortified. How did he get in here? The door to the back office was locked on the inside. Patients had to be buzzed in.
Severus stood in front of the doctor’s desk. Dr. Digmon didn’t seem alarmed. He looked around Severus and said, “Thank you, Miss Thistledown. That will be all.”
Still looking at the strangely dressed man, Anna backed out of the office slowly, closing the door.
“These temp jobs get weirder and weirder,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to her desk.
Severus looked at the doctor. He was a little wild-eyed.
“You must come now, Doctor,” he said.
“Now, Professor Snape?” the doctor responded, his white eyebrows raised.
“Yes, now!” Severus said, glaring at the doctor.
The doctor looked at him. “You know, I still say that this would be better taken care of in a hospital…”
Snape cut him off.
“We’ve already been through this doctor. Hermione may have insisted that we come here and undergo these inane proddings, pokings and machinations you’ve performed on her the past few months, but my child is going to be born where I know there will be adequate assistance in case anything goes wrong. She might insist on having my baby the muggle way, but I’ll be damned if he or she is born in the muggle world,” he growled, his brows drawn tightly together.
Severus strode around the doctor’s desk, and grasped the man’s arm firmly, pulling him out of his chair. Dr. Digmon looked up at the wizard, and was met with a black gaze. He said nothing. The man looked on the verge of exploding. Dr. Digmon had been threatened, throttled, and even punched by stress-crazed fathers over the years. Expectant dads could be very volatile.
“We’re going now, Doctor,” Severus said, tightening his grip on the other man’s arm. With that, he and the startled doctor disapparated.
Anna jumped when she heard a loud crack issue from the back office. It sounded like a gunshot. Her mind immediately flashed to the strange man visiting the doctor. Jumping up from her chair she ran back to the doctor’s office and flung open the door.
Both the doctor and the Professor were gone.
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A/N: I know. I know. I said I needed a break. I guess my “break” was only a couple of hours. I really was exhausted after writing SSATPMT. Probably went through a sort of anti-climax thingy. Loss of endorphins or something after the sex scenes. But after two Red Bulls and reporting to an assignment I didn’t have to go to and stopping at the Planet Smoothie shop and getting a strawberry/banana Booster Blast, I came home to an empty house and started writing. (Yeah, I drink a LOT of energy drinks) Planet Smoothie incidentally is across the street from the hospital four of my grandkids were born at, so I was in a baby kind of mindset when I got in. I’ve been avoiding writing this story, which is a continuation of the Series. I guess its time has come. It may not be that long though.
I’ve skipped over Hermione’s actual pregnancy, but there will probably be quite a few flashbacks of Severus past dealings with Hermione during the baby’s delivery. Such as the sex and self-image issue, her wanting to have natural childbirth, and muggle preparations for having the baby. Definitely coaching class. I imagine that will be pretty hilarious, Severus in a room surrounded by a bunch of panting, pregnant women, expected to participate. I’m concerned that there may not be that many lemons in this story. I’m really not even sure where it’s going. Severus snatching the muggle doctor out of his office to attend to his wife at Hogwarts seemed like a good start, though. Seems like something the Potions Master would do. So if you read this fic, it will probably be a basic slice-of-life story. I am going to give it an NC-17 rating just in case though
Dr. Digmon is an actual Obstetrician. He delivered my grandchildren and he does dress like that. His snakeskin boots are infamous. He wears them everywhere. He’s also a bit weird, but likable. Well, let me know what you think.