Insomnia

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or the movies. That privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from writing of this story. Again, that privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Hi everybody, I am here to update a new chapter! I love all the reviews and I think some ppl have some questions for me so I will answer them for yall.
1) Ms. Figg was generous to clear this up in her stories. Appration is possible for Snape at Hogwarts. The Headmaster can lift the barrier and since Snape needs to be able to apprate when old Voldie calls, it is lifted in his private quarters.
2) Ppl asks that why Snape is is so cold to Hermione. Well its Snape, he’s stoic to everyone, she is no exception, for now. Lol J Enjoy!

Blood Is Thicker Than Water.
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Everyone wore shocked faces. Ron was the first to speak. “Snape, you bloody prick!” “Ronald Bilius Weasley, how dare you jump to conclusions?” Molly said. She turned towards Hermione and Snape. “How far are you along, dear?” Hermione bit her lower lip. “I’m almost three months.” Harry began calculating and his emerald eyes grew wide as he reached his conclusion. “Hermione, that means you were pregnant when you were attacked.” Ron burst out of his chair. The impact left the chair fall back and hit the ground. “Oi, you mean to tell me that Snape was the one to attack you?” He roared. Hermione was about to speak but Snape interjected. “Yes, Weasley, I ‘attacked’ Miss Granger. To make matters worse, Hermione and I are to be wedded next Saturday.” Ron suddenly whipped out his wand. “You fucking bastard. I ought to bloody hex you.” Ron said. Snape unsheathed his wand as well. The speculators saw what was happening and moved closer to the kitchen area. Now Ron and Snape was the center of everybody’s attention. Lupin was the first to speak. “Severus, have you spoken to Albus yet?” “Actually, this was his idea.” Snape said, not taking his eyes off the red head. “Ron, calm down.” Hermione pleaded. She did not to see a duel between her best friend and her soon to be husband. Ron would not stand a chance against the Death Eater. “Mione, how can you defend him after all that he’s done to you?” Ron asked. “Ron, you wouldn’t understand.” She said. “Hermione, I think we have overstayed our visit.” Snape said. Harry rose up from his chair and went to Ron’s side. Harry slowly lowered his outstretched hand. Ron had a face of pure disgust towards Hermione. “Ron, everyone, I hope you understand.” She turned and the awkward pair led the way through the on looking crowd and left.

Two hours later, Hermione was in Snape’s bedroom at his house on Spinner’s End. She had cried herself to sleep. Snape, on the other hand, was nurturing a glass of Firewhiskey in the living room. He was mulling over recent events. He was not surprised that Weasley had acted the way he did. He expected that, Weasley’s temper would be the death of him. Her parents, however, were a shock. When they had returned to her parent’s house, they were already home. He had sat in the living room while she had explained her dilemma to them in the kitchen. Next then he knew, Hermione had a small box in her hands and ran to him. He quickly stood up. Mr. Granger had came into the room, “Leave and don’t come back!” he shouted. He could hear her mother crying in the other room. Hermione looked up at him. Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. He escorted her out of the house and into the darkness of the night. She wrapped her arms around his waist, embracing him in a hug. With a crack, he Apprated to his childhood home. When they had arrived, he led her into his bedroom. Clutching the small box, she sat on the king-sized bed and started to cry. He had retreated into the living room, to give her time and space to herself. After about ten minutes, he had heard silence. Checking on her, he found her asleep. Tucking her in the bed, he had exited back to the living room where a bottle of Firewhiskey had greeted him. He had no idea how she was coping to betrayal. Her ‘dearest’ friends had abandoned her as well as her family in her time of need. Ha, and they say blood is thicker than water? Bollocks! Disgusted with the lot of them, Snap chugged what was left of the Firewhiskey. The liquid burned his throat and emptied into his stomach. Half heartily, he got up and joined Hermione in the bedroom.

The next few days were hectic for Hermione as well as Snape. Hermione had burst into tears when she had enlarged the box she had retrieved from her parents’ house. It was all of her personal belongings. She had silently placed all of her clothes away in the various closets. After that, he had wanted her to eat. She had just entered her third month and all she was eating was sweets. “Hobby,” He called. With a pop, a house elf had appeared. It had on a clean pillowcase and was bowing slightly towards Snape. “Yes, Master.” He said. “Bring Miss Granger lunch.” Snape said. The elf bowed its head and disappeared. Hermione had an expression on her face that he recognized. “Don’t even think about setting my house elf free.” He warned. How did he know what she was thinking? It had just appeared in her mind as a floating thought. In a few minutes, Hermione was greeted with a silver tray piled high with biscuits, sandwiches, a salad with the trimmings and many other things. Hermione happily put a dent in her lunch. Seeing her eat was appeasing to Snape. He solved at least one problem,

When Snape was not badgering her about her eating habits, Hermione spent some of her time reading. On rare occasions, she had a longing look in her eyes. Snape knew she was missing her friends and her family. She was just too proud to admit it. He had desperately wanted to give her the freedom before Saturday. So for her sake and her sake only, he had mentioned to her that they would go to Diagon Alley for their wedding clothes and but they would have to go wearing a glamour.

Thursday, Alice Thomson and Sylvester Prince walked hand in hand down the streets of Diagon Alley. Alice had laughed hysterically when Sylvester frowned. Her light blond hair danced around her head. Sylvester had looked angry when she had called him ‘cute’. He did not do ‘cute’. After all, he was a Death Eater. His brown eyes looked into blue and his demeanor cooled. They had walked in to Madam Malkin’s, where the tailor greeted them. “What can I do for you today?” She said smiling. Sylvester was the first to speak. “My fiancée and I need to get fitted.” He said. She automatically grabbed Alice and firmly told the man to sit down until she called for him. While he sat, he ran his hair through his shoulder length brown hair. He was so deeply in his thoughts that he did not notice another person had entered the shop. “Just a minute.” the tailor said. The individual sat down next to Sylvester. “Long day, mate?” the man said. Sylvester snapped out of his thoughts to see Harry Potter talking to him.

Sylvester was on his way to yell at him only to realize that he did not recognize him because of the glamour. “The longest.” He replied. Harry was about to say something when the tailor motioned for Sylvester to come to the back. Madam Malkin fitted him relentlessly. When they walked out of the store, Sylvester did not spot Potter anywhere. He shrugged the thought off and thought about his purchases. He had two pairs of black dress shoes, three pairs of black trousers, three crisp white shirts with the Slytherin crest on the pockets, and a handsome black robe with green snakes on the hem. Alice had seven boxes of clothes she had hidden from him. “Alice, you’re going to bleed me dry.” Sylvester joked. She feigned a shocked face. “Whatever do you mean?” Alice asked. Sylvester laughed. Alice had never seen Sylvester laughed before but she had liked it. It was deep and rich. He needed to laugh more but he could not, not in his line of work. The couple walked to the nearest Apparition point. With a crack, the couple vanished to their home on Spinner’s End.

To most people, a wedding day was a day of happiness. Yet, that Saturday was filled with animosity. Snape and Hermione had spent Friday night in Snape’s private quarters at Hogwarts. When Saturday had dawned, neither of them was ready. Dumbledore was the one heading the ceremony so it would be held in the Great Hall. When it was time, Snape had stood next to Dumbledore in his new attire. Minerva had come to act as the couple’s witness. Snape was still in a foul mood until Hermione had showed up. As she was walking down towards the trio, Snape had looked her over. Her curly brown hair was pinned in a tight bun with a few ringlets escaping. Her white dress was complementing every curve and the low v- neck covered her breasts but hinted at them seductively. She had just taken Snape’s hand when the double doors burst open. Ginny, Harry, and Ron ran headfirst followed by the rest of the Weasley clan accompanied by Remus and Tonks. “Why in the bloody hell are you lot doing here?” Snape roared. “Dumbledore invited us.” Harry said. Snape whirled around to face the smiling older wizard. “A joyous occasion deserves a giant crowd.” He said. Snape was going to fume but he decided against it when he saw Hermione’s jubilant face. Quickly his demeanor cooled and Dumbledore continued the ceremony. When it came time to the end, Snape leaned towards Hermione and kissed her passionately. The twin s had released their Fire Dragon sparklers. The Great Hall was engulfed in streaks of blue, red, green, and orange. “Now that’s what I call a good show.” Fred said. When the kiss ended, Hermione and Snape both felt a tingling sensation that went from head to toe. They were about to divulge themselves in it further but Ron, Ginny, and Harry embraced her in a giant hug. Arthur and Remus both extended a hand towards Snape, which he shook it. Arthur leaned in to Snape and whispered to him, “Dumbledore told us the hold story. My family and I thank you.” Snape was surprised. Not many people had thanked him in the course of his life. After everyone had hugged and apologized, the couple, more like Hermione, had said their goodbyes. They walked out of the castle grounds and apprated to Spinner’s End.

Hermione was slowly taking off her dress. The dress slowly fell to her feet, revealing the green bra and matching knickers she had brought from Madam Malkins. She gradually stepped from the white puddle pushed it away with her feet. She seductively walked to the chair that Snape was sitting in. He had watched every movement Hermione had made and found himself growing hard at the sight of her. He could not take it anymore. He sprung from his chair and grabbed Hermione by the waist. He threw her over his shoulder and marched into the bedroom. Hermione was appalled at the way he was man handling her but a part of her liked it. He was aggressive but he was careful not to harm her stomach. At the bedroom, Snape carefully threw Hermione onto the bed. Aggressively, Snape kissed her while unclasping her bra. When it had fallen, he had full access to her breasts. He took them into his mouth and suckled. Hermione moaned at the sensation. His roaming hands had found their way to her knickers. He playfully tugged at the band. He was about to pull them off when a frustrated Hermione pulled them off herself. Snape grabbed his wand and divested himself. Obsidian eyes stared into brown eyes silently asking for her permission. She lightly nodded. With his index finger, Snape traced the fullness of her lips before trailing it between her breasts, down her stomach before he finished at the apex of her thighs. He was greeted with a moan when he slipped his finger between her folds. He had discovered that she was wet and ready for him. He removed the digit only to replace it with his member. He was about to penetrate her when his forearm had burned. He hissed in pain and clutched his arm. “I’m being summoned.” He said.

A/N: Yay, I finished another chapter. I’m sorry to leave a cliffy but it’s all part of the story. I do have to warn everyone that after this chapter, things start to go a little dark. Muhaha, sorry! R/R!