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Adult ++
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Chapter 10
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A/N: My lovely readers, you get 2 chappies tonight! I\'ll be answering my reviews at the top of the second. Love you guys!!!
Molly returned with a tray laden down with Yorkshire pudding and some roast. She also had several different treacle tarts and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. “For the new grand child and her mother!” she joked as she sat the tray in front of Hermione.
After she ate, Hermione received a note written in the large loopy handwriting that could only be Dumbledore’s. It told her that if she wished to forego her training until the littlest Snape arrived then she could. It also told her not to worry about her position that it would remain open if she so wished. And finally, it congratulated her and Severus on their soon to be arrival.
It was quickly becoming late in the evening and though she slept for several hours, Hermione began to get tired. Molly noticed it first and promptly ushered her to bed. Severus showed Molly to her room, and he followed Hermione into the room. She was already dressed and in the bed when he arrived. He was careful not to disturb her as he readied himself for sleep. Hermione opened her eyes as Severus entered the bed beside her. He looked at her and beamed. “You realize, Love, that we must start thinking of names for her, don’t you,” Hermione said dreamily.
Severus put his hand on her still flat stomach. “I do, but that is still several months away.”
Hermione put her hand on top of his and answered, “I have the perfect name for her already. Harriet.” With a yawn, Hermione fell asleep leaving Severus to think about what she said.
He left his hand where it was and sighed. The thought of a little Harriet warmed his heart more than his wife could possibly realize. His only wish was that Harriet’s father was who she was named after. Then, he’d have a bit of Harry.
Hermione dreamed most of the night. Her dream began with her at about 17 and she was walking through a green meadow. She looked toward a small brook and saw red hair under the limbs of a willow tree. She ran toward the brook and saw Ron. He took her hands and led her to a spot right next to where he was sitting in the plush grass, and he looked at her. “Hermione,” he said, “thank you for living your life as you have. I watch you every day. I’ve seen Ronnie grow into his Uncle Fred. I’ve seen you struggle with your dreams. I’ve seen you persevere. I’m happy for you and Severus. Harry is too.”
Hermione looked around and wondered if Harry would be there. “He’s not coming,” Ron said. “Harry’s got…er…other matters to attend to right now. He’ll be along in a while.”
“Why are you here, Ron? I…I know this is a dream. You’re just my mind playing tricks on me in my dreams.”
Ron smiled. “Well, this is a dream, so you could be right. But, I don’t think you really believe that, do you?”
With that question, Ron rose from his seat, kissed her hand, and disappeared. Hermione sat up with a start. “Ron!” she whispered hoarsely.
Severus, who’d not yet gotten to sleep, jerked up with his wife. “Are you ok? Was it another dream?”
Hermione settled herself back on her pillow and turned to Severus. “I’m fine. It was Ron, but not him dying. It was another dream.” She rubbed the top of her hand still feeling his lips where he’d kissed her.
Severus pulled her close. “Want to tell me?” he asked.
She smiled and said, “We were sitting under a willow by a stream. He said he and Harry were both happy for us. Then he kissed my hand and disappeared.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, “Harry was there?”
“No,” she answered, “Ron said he had, how’d he put it, ‘other matters to attend to’ but that he’d be around.”
This satisfied Severus for the moment, and he and Hermione both finally fell asleep deep into the night. Neither dreamed anything for the rest of the night. Severus woke early the next morning and sat on the couch pretending to read a book in front of the fireplace. He was thinking instead of reading. Mostly, he was concerned about how to handle himself with his students.
Hermione found him missing from the bed and got up searching for him. She watched him look at the page of his book for a full ten minutes before speaking. “That must be some interesting page you are reading.”
He looked up and smiled at her. “What will the students say?”
Hermione gave him a puzzled look. He went on, “What will they think if I am not my normal self? What will the Slytherins say? Will you do something for me?”
She moved closer, “You know I’ll do anything for you. Just ask it.”
He sighed. “Once you begin to show, will you only work for maybe a day or two a week? The students will put two and two together and right now, I really don’t feel they have the need to know. You know how children are. The younger ones will ask questions and the older ones will make comments.” He sighed again.
Hermione mulled this request over. She was not happy about him asking her to do this, but she said, “We’ll compromise. If the students find out and ask questions before then, then I’ll work until I need to stay off of my feet. If no one has a clue, then I’ll quit working completely.”
He didn’t really like the compromise, but he dare not say a word. He knew that it couldn’t always be his way only. “Alright,” he said almost grudgingly.
A/N: My lovely readers, you get 2 chappies tonight! I\'ll be answering my reviews at the top of the second. Love you guys!!!
Molly returned with a tray laden down with Yorkshire pudding and some roast. She also had several different treacle tarts and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. “For the new grand child and her mother!” she joked as she sat the tray in front of Hermione.
After she ate, Hermione received a note written in the large loopy handwriting that could only be Dumbledore’s. It told her that if she wished to forego her training until the littlest Snape arrived then she could. It also told her not to worry about her position that it would remain open if she so wished. And finally, it congratulated her and Severus on their soon to be arrival.
It was quickly becoming late in the evening and though she slept for several hours, Hermione began to get tired. Molly noticed it first and promptly ushered her to bed. Severus showed Molly to her room, and he followed Hermione into the room. She was already dressed and in the bed when he arrived. He was careful not to disturb her as he readied himself for sleep. Hermione opened her eyes as Severus entered the bed beside her. He looked at her and beamed. “You realize, Love, that we must start thinking of names for her, don’t you,” Hermione said dreamily.
Severus put his hand on her still flat stomach. “I do, but that is still several months away.”
Hermione put her hand on top of his and answered, “I have the perfect name for her already. Harriet.” With a yawn, Hermione fell asleep leaving Severus to think about what she said.
He left his hand where it was and sighed. The thought of a little Harriet warmed his heart more than his wife could possibly realize. His only wish was that Harriet’s father was who she was named after. Then, he’d have a bit of Harry.
Hermione dreamed most of the night. Her dream began with her at about 17 and she was walking through a green meadow. She looked toward a small brook and saw red hair under the limbs of a willow tree. She ran toward the brook and saw Ron. He took her hands and led her to a spot right next to where he was sitting in the plush grass, and he looked at her. “Hermione,” he said, “thank you for living your life as you have. I watch you every day. I’ve seen Ronnie grow into his Uncle Fred. I’ve seen you struggle with your dreams. I’ve seen you persevere. I’m happy for you and Severus. Harry is too.”
Hermione looked around and wondered if Harry would be there. “He’s not coming,” Ron said. “Harry’s got…er…other matters to attend to right now. He’ll be along in a while.”
“Why are you here, Ron? I…I know this is a dream. You’re just my mind playing tricks on me in my dreams.”
Ron smiled. “Well, this is a dream, so you could be right. But, I don’t think you really believe that, do you?”
With that question, Ron rose from his seat, kissed her hand, and disappeared. Hermione sat up with a start. “Ron!” she whispered hoarsely.
Severus, who’d not yet gotten to sleep, jerked up with his wife. “Are you ok? Was it another dream?”
Hermione settled herself back on her pillow and turned to Severus. “I’m fine. It was Ron, but not him dying. It was another dream.” She rubbed the top of her hand still feeling his lips where he’d kissed her.
Severus pulled her close. “Want to tell me?” he asked.
She smiled and said, “We were sitting under a willow by a stream. He said he and Harry were both happy for us. Then he kissed my hand and disappeared.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, “Harry was there?”
“No,” she answered, “Ron said he had, how’d he put it, ‘other matters to attend to’ but that he’d be around.”
This satisfied Severus for the moment, and he and Hermione both finally fell asleep deep into the night. Neither dreamed anything for the rest of the night. Severus woke early the next morning and sat on the couch pretending to read a book in front of the fireplace. He was thinking instead of reading. Mostly, he was concerned about how to handle himself with his students.
Hermione found him missing from the bed and got up searching for him. She watched him look at the page of his book for a full ten minutes before speaking. “That must be some interesting page you are reading.”
He looked up and smiled at her. “What will the students say?”
Hermione gave him a puzzled look. He went on, “What will they think if I am not my normal self? What will the Slytherins say? Will you do something for me?”
She moved closer, “You know I’ll do anything for you. Just ask it.”
He sighed. “Once you begin to show, will you only work for maybe a day or two a week? The students will put two and two together and right now, I really don’t feel they have the need to know. You know how children are. The younger ones will ask questions and the older ones will make comments.” He sighed again.
Hermione mulled this request over. She was not happy about him asking her to do this, but she said, “We’ll compromise. If the students find out and ask questions before then, then I’ll work until I need to stay off of my feet. If no one has a clue, then I’ll quit working completely.”
He didn’t really like the compromise, but he dare not say a word. He knew that it couldn’t always be his way only. “Alright,” he said almost grudgingly.