Insomnia

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A/N: Sorry I have not updated in a while. I have been busy trying to find a job. No luck so far but I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Graduation of Sorts

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KNOCK, KNOCK! Figuring it was in his imagination, Snape shrugged it off. KNOCK, KNOCK! This time, Snape half-heartily open his eyes. He tried to move but something was on his chest weighing him down. He looked to find a field of brown curls. At that moment, the memories of last night flooded his mind. He had just spent the night with her, the mother of his child. Where had that come from? Yes, she had told him last night she was pregnant. That was…unexpected, to say the least. Now here they were, passing the lines of the student teacher relationship. Ha, they had long since broken that ‘line’. Grumbling to himself, Snape gently removed Hermione’s sleeping frame from his body. He tiptoed from the bed, grabbing the nearest pieces of clothes he could find. He quickly dresses and headed to his door. Yanking open the door, Snape growled. “What?” There in the doorway stood Albus Dumbledore.

Dressed in dark blue robes, Albus smiled at Snape. “Good morning, Severus.” Dumbledore said. Snape did not like the friendly conversation. “What do you want?” He growled. Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled. “My, my. One would think that after a night you had, you wouldn’t be so stressed.” He smiled. Snape retreated into the room and sat down in one of the green chairs. “How did you know?” He asked. “My boy, one must never reveal their sources.” Snape hated the way the old coot handled business. If he did not know any better, he would have thought Albus was the same as Voldermort, just not as sadistic. “Get down to business, old man. Why are you here?” He demanded. Dumbledore’s face sobered. “Severus, once again I must ask too much of you. Due to your involvement as a Death Eater and Miss Granger’s pregnancy, it is imperative that you must ask for her hand in marriage.”

“No.” Snape said firmly. “I won’t. She is seventeen. She may be of age but I won’t tie her down.” Dumbledore conjured a cup of tea. “Being a Death Eater’s wife will give her a greater protection.” He said before he sipped his tea. Snape was getting angry.
“That doesn’t matter at all.”
“She will have you as a protector.”
“She will be at the mercy of Voldermort.”
“Tom will look past her lineage.”
“He will torture her.”
“He will want her skills.”
“She’s pregnant.” Snape fumed.
Dumbledore calmly glanced at Snape. “Severus, I have great faith in you. Elude Tom and his actions.” Snape sighed. He knew he was not going win this argument. “Fine. You realize that you ask for too much and give too little.” Dumbledore sighed. “In a war, Severus, nothing is fair.” With that, he calmly rose from the chair and exited the room. Snape sighed, hoping that Hermione would take the news fairly well.

When noon had come, Snape was drained. In the last twenty-four hours, his life had changed drastically, again. Not only did he found out that he had fathered a child but he also was going to be a husband. He still had to worry about his classes and Voldermort! A part of him had calmed down when Hermione had accepted the proposal given by Dumbledore. She also had things to consider as well. She had to tell Potter and Weasley about her predicament. Oh, how he would love to be there when she told them. It would break their little Gryffindor hearts! Until then, he had only his students to degrade.

Hermione was concerned as well about her upcoming nuptials. She was getting married and she still had not told anybody about her pregnancy, except Snape. School was ending in two weeks and N.E.W.T.s was approaching. She thought about telling everybody at the party the Weasleys were throwing. It was Molly and Arthur’s way of congratulating Ron, Harry and herself on graduating. Everybody would be there. All she had to do would be to make sure Severus came. Severus. It felt very weird calling him by his first name. Well, in two weeks she would be Mrs. Severus Snape. How her life would change. He had warned her about the dangers of being a wife of a Death Eater and the case of her lineage. Dumbledore had told Snape that Voldermort would want her skills. She had to hope everything would work themselves out.
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The next two weeks were a blur for the seventh years of Hogwarts. Every one of them was studying for their N.E.W.T.s. Most had study groups. Others had tried to study by themselves. Yet no matter what the case was, people in the end had asked Hermione to help them, well everyone except the Slytherins. She did not mind though. She was happy to help them. When the testing week had rolled around, everyone had worked exceptionally hard. Therefore, everyone was excited when it was finally over, except for Hermione. That night, she tossed and turned. She was anxious of the coming morning. She would have the graduating ceremony and the party later that night. She had wanted to go down to Severus’s private quarters, but he had forbid her to go down there until school had ended. Was she that much of a coward? She was a Gryffindor, for Merlin’s sake! She should have more courage than that! She concluded that there was nothing to be afraid of. They were her friends. They would accept it because they loved her. Reassuring herself, she closed her eyes and let the darkness engulf her.

That morning, all the seventh years donned their house robes for the last time. All throughout the castle, nostalgia was heavy. Most had considered Hogwarts a home. As everyone had entered the Great Hall, Hermione thought about the evening that lay before her. She had tried not to think about it but it kept worrying her. Harry would be mad but he would calm about it. Ron, on the other hand, was a dynamite stick. He would explode and try to attack Snape. Looking up at the teacher’s table, she glanced at Snape. He looked at her yet his demeanor was stoic. She would have to get used to that from now on. Everyone sat at their respected tables and looked to the Headmaster’s podium. “Good afternoon, everyone.” Dumbledore spoke. “Today is the day that we must part ways. Let me introduce your Valedictorian, Miss Hermione Granger.” Applause rang throughout the Great Hall as Hermione made her way to the podium. Others noticed the way Hermione moved. It was…different. “Thank you, Headmaster. I just want to say that when we look back on our memories of Hogwarts, we should look at them with with triumphant smiles, not with longing faces. Congratulations!” The student body cheered when she finished her speech. When she approached the Gryffindor table, everybody that passed her patted her on the back or gave her thumbs up.

After the ceremony was over, everyone packed all of their belongings and headed to the scarlet train. During the commotion, Hermione managed to escape to the dungeons. She quietly knocked on the door. Less than a minute later, Snape yanked the door open. “Hello, Severus.” She said, smiling. “Hermione.”
He said. “Will you accompany me to the party tonight?” “Of course I will. I will pick you up at 7.” She looked anxious. “Have you told your parents yet?” He asked. Biting her bottom lip, she looked at him. “No. I wanted to do it tonight.” “Fine.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left, returning to the pack of friends she had left behind.

At 6:50 later that evening, Hermione paced around her bedroom. Her parents had left to have a night out so she was alone in the small house. She was dressed in a baby blue dress that hid her growing stomach yet enriched her growing bosom. Her hair was tied in an elegant bun and her flats she wore matched her dress. She was worried and the ticking clock behind her did not help the situation. She was about to smash the yellow clock when her doorbell rang. She practically ran down the stairs. She opened the door to see her former potions professor grace her doorstep. “Hello, Severus.” She greeted. He looked as stoic as ever but something was different. His attire was definitely different from his teaching robes. Not surprisingly they were black. Yet they looked new. They, along with the crisp white shirt, the black slacks, and the black dress shoes, made Snape look like a brand new man. She stood there gawking at him. “You’re going to catch flies with your mouth like that.” He said snarkly. She quickly closed her mouth and closed the door behind her. He grabbed her hand and apprated to the Burrow.

When they landed, Hermione angrily slapped Snape’s arm. “You could’ve warned me. I could’ve splinched!” He looked down at her. He had seen the way the dress had amplified her bosom. His mouth had watered at the sight of them. Since they were getting married next Saturday, he just had to wait. More importantly, he had to deal with Potter and Weasley. Potter was the person he could deal with. Weasley, on the other hand, was a bomb waiting to go off. He had to watch out for his temper. If things got out of hand, he would not hesitate to hex the red head. “Severus lets go.” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. As soon as they walked in, Snape had already had his fill of the party. Adults left and right had drinks in their hands. Hermione had dragged him through the sea of drunken wizards and witches to seek out her friends. He found Hermione had stopped in the kitchen. Remus and Tonks were talking to Molly and Arthur when Ron had shouted, “Hermione!” He had enveloped her in a giant bear hug. Snape was slightly irritated by the gesture. Harry and Ginny had just entered the kitchen. “Hermione, we’re glad you’re here.” Harry said. Hermione had hugged Harry and Ginny. “Professor.” Harry said. Snape just nodded. He did not want to be here but he was going to let Hermione have what little freedom she had left. “Everybody, I have something to tell you.” Hermione said. She stepped back towards Snape as everyone stared at her. “I’m pregnant.” She said.
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