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The Expectant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
31
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15,529
Reviews:
165
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter Two
Happy belated Halloween one and all! Thank you everyone that took the time out of your busy day to read my story, not to mention review.
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Chapter Two
Hermione was made to go wait in the other room when the aurors looked over the scene. They were investigating the man’s death as a homicide until proven otherwise. This was Lucius Malfoy’s house after all. The former death eater was the dark lord’s right hand man until his fall from grace—something no one there forgot.
Harry went looking around the formal sitting room, pausing now and again. “Why are there little hand and feet prints all over the place?” he muttered.
“He gave the house elves pot,” Hermione said as she slipped back over to stand next to him. “And given the way Lucius is acting, I wouldn’t doubt he partook in it as well.” Sighing heavily she muttered, “The man is an ass.”
“Pot? But I thought it made people mellow?”
“People, yes, house elves, no,” she sighed.
“You aren’t supposed to be in here,” he told her absently, but made no move to make her leave.
“I know, but I was getting so bored over there in the other room and I need to tell Severus I’m…” She motioned with her hand. “You know.”
“Yes, I know,” Harry said with a grin. “My own wife has been ‘you know’ twice and we are currently working on a third.”
“How in the name of Merlin am I going to tell him?” she asked quietly. “It wasn’t as if I intended for this to happen, Harry. May be I mixed up my potions? It happens. It just never has to me.” She let out a noise of frustration. “I need some air. How was the weather when you were out there?”
“Horrid,” he told her. “Windy with a bit of rain.”
“That would make sense,” she muttered. “What with the way my day is going…what is that paper on the floor?”
“What?” Harry was trying to keep up with what she was talking about. “What paper?”
“There,” she said, pointing to under the table where the body once was. “I didn’t notice it. It doesn’t look like it belongs in this household either.”
“I’ll check it out, you go tell your husband the good news.”
“Harry, I’m married to the grumpiest wizard on earth, who hates children. I don’t know how he’ll take the news.”
He turned his best friend around, making her look him in the eyes. “You are the bravest woman I know.”
“And?”
“That’s where I run out of what to say.” This had Hermione laughing despite feeling like crap. “Just go tell him. Whatever happens more than likely will be better than anything you can be or are imagining.”
“I know you’re right,” she said in a resigned voice. “Where is my husband?”
***
“I did not murder anyone!” Lucius yelled at Kingsley. “I swear as Merlin as my witness that I didn’t kill that little man!”
“Are you sure?” the head of the Ministry of Magic asked him.
“Oh yes, I killed so many diminutive men and women during the war I started to forget the tally,” he said sarcastically. “What’s one more dead shrunken person?”
“You aren’t helping your case, Lucius. And that’s little person,” Hermione said as she came into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but have either of you seen my husband?”
“He’s in the next room being questioned by Tonks,” Kingsley told her. “Have you…” She shook her head no. “Good luck with that then.” She nodded and went on her way, closing the door behind her. “So does he know already?”
“Two weeks ago,” Lucius said. “When did she find out?”
“Today when we told her,” Kingsley replied.
Lucius let out a crack of laughter. “I would have paid good money to see that.” Leaning forward he drawled, “When do you think she’s going to tell him the news?”
Kingsley thought it over. “I can’t rightly say.”
“How about a friendly wager?” he asked him.
“I am not going to be making wagers with a man that might have committed murder in his own home!” He paused. “But it’s an excellent idea and I’ll be sure to start one later at the office.”
***
“So it was Hermione that saw the little man first?” Tonks asked.
“Yes.”
The auror wrote it down and asked, “So has she told you yet?”
Frowning Severus asked, “What?”
She grinned, “Don’t give me that. You know.”
Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Yes, that I do.”
“Remus told me three weeks back,” she said. “He knew six weeks ago. That’s when she conceived by the way.”
He raked his hair with his fingers. “Merlin, but it would seem everyone but her knew that she was…”
“Severus,” Hermione said as she entered the room, looking far too pale. “I want to go lay down.” He got up and went over to her, studying her pale face. “Had to run to the W.C. on the way to find you.” She swallowed thickly. “Can we go home?”
He looked over to Tonks, who shook her head no. “We have to question her as well. But she’s more than free to lay down here. That way I can question both of you at once and be finished quicker.”
Hermione lay on the lounge, using Severus’s lap as a pillow.
“So what can you tell me about the body?” Tonks asked.
“He was approximately .45 meters tall give or take .10 meters with no body hair that I could see and with his eyes closed I don’t know the man’s eye color. I don’t know the weight of the man, but I would have to guess it to be approximately 22.7 kilograms, give or take two kilo. The body was leaving Riga mortis, meaning the man has been dead for just over 24 hours, but you would need confirmation from the coroner to be sure on that one. Check the man’s eyes for tiny blood clots…”
“Why?” Tonks cut in, hoping to slow her down so she could keep taking notes.
“Because with some types of dwarfism, brain aneurisms are a leading cause of death.” She opened her eyes, looking towards Tonks who was staring at her blankly. “I say as much, because there are no signs of violence on the body other than a few tiny hand and foot prints left behind by the rampaging house elves. And where it’s true that they were all over the place, bouncing like little rockets, they don’t have the weight behind them to cause injury to anyone other than themselves.”
“So you think the man died a natural death?” Tonks asked.
“I just believe in being thorough,” she murmured. “One question though, death eater or not—do you honestly think he would leave a dead body on his floor for just anyone to find?”
“No,” Tonks whispered. “That I do not.”
“And if I’m right, it’s been there for just about a day,” Hermione said, but then looked into her husband’s black eyes and muttered, “I’m pregnant.”
Severus blinked at her. “What was that, love? I couldn’t hear you.”
“If you want me to leave…” Tonks stammered.
“Stay,” Severus told her. “Please.” Sitting his wife up, he asked, “Could you please repeat what you said, my love? Loud enough for me to actually hear you this time.”
“I’M PREGNANT!” she yelled, then in a quieter, slightly sarcastic voice asked, “Loud enough?”
“Thank Merlin for silencing wards,” Severus muttered. “Or else the whole household would have been made deaf with that.”
“Well?” Hermione waited. “Don’t you have something to say?”
“Did you have to yell it quite so loud?” he complained, as he rubbed his lobes. “My ears are still ringing.”
“Right,” she muttered. “You’re not happy about it. Fine.”
“What?” Having had enough of the drama already, Severus stood up and pulled his wife along with him. “Please excuse us, but she needs to go home. You know where we are.”
Once back to Hogwarts, Severus had the house elves making them a quick light lunch as he made her sit down. He was back over with her in no time. She was sitting in silence, tears dripping down her face.
“So you are pregnant?” he asked. “I thought as much.”
“What?” Hermione’s head snapped up looking at him. “How did you know?”
“Beloved, there is only one being on this planet I know better than myself and that is you.” She relaxed at that, even going so far as blushing slightly. “How far along are you?”
“I don’t know.”
He frowned. “How can you not know?”
It was then that she told him how she found out that she was with child. He stood Hermione up and trooped her out of the room.
“Where…?”
“Poppy.”
“But…” He caught her as she tried to turn around and walk in the other direction.
“No, you are going to see Poppy and that is final.” He stopped walking, making her look him in the eyes. “I’m tempted to obliviate you just so you can hear this news from the mediwitch as you should have.” She could have sworn that he muttered something about idiots having less sense than a flea before he went on with, “You would have needed to go see her anyway. It’s best to get it over with now.”
***
It's time once again people for my favorite game! Review Sing-A-Long is back! Here is the new song. "I shut my eyes and I review that you are here with me." Okay, here's your hint. A slight hit in the 1980's the man that sang this was more noted for a different song about having pieces of himself being taken away. You know, being put like that, it sounds wrong, but honestly it's much more romantic in song form! Thanks again for reading and please review.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Two
Hermione was made to go wait in the other room when the aurors looked over the scene. They were investigating the man’s death as a homicide until proven otherwise. This was Lucius Malfoy’s house after all. The former death eater was the dark lord’s right hand man until his fall from grace—something no one there forgot.
Harry went looking around the formal sitting room, pausing now and again. “Why are there little hand and feet prints all over the place?” he muttered.
“He gave the house elves pot,” Hermione said as she slipped back over to stand next to him. “And given the way Lucius is acting, I wouldn’t doubt he partook in it as well.” Sighing heavily she muttered, “The man is an ass.”
“Pot? But I thought it made people mellow?”
“People, yes, house elves, no,” she sighed.
“You aren’t supposed to be in here,” he told her absently, but made no move to make her leave.
“I know, but I was getting so bored over there in the other room and I need to tell Severus I’m…” She motioned with her hand. “You know.”
“Yes, I know,” Harry said with a grin. “My own wife has been ‘you know’ twice and we are currently working on a third.”
“How in the name of Merlin am I going to tell him?” she asked quietly. “It wasn’t as if I intended for this to happen, Harry. May be I mixed up my potions? It happens. It just never has to me.” She let out a noise of frustration. “I need some air. How was the weather when you were out there?”
“Horrid,” he told her. “Windy with a bit of rain.”
“That would make sense,” she muttered. “What with the way my day is going…what is that paper on the floor?”
“What?” Harry was trying to keep up with what she was talking about. “What paper?”
“There,” she said, pointing to under the table where the body once was. “I didn’t notice it. It doesn’t look like it belongs in this household either.”
“I’ll check it out, you go tell your husband the good news.”
“Harry, I’m married to the grumpiest wizard on earth, who hates children. I don’t know how he’ll take the news.”
He turned his best friend around, making her look him in the eyes. “You are the bravest woman I know.”
“And?”
“That’s where I run out of what to say.” This had Hermione laughing despite feeling like crap. “Just go tell him. Whatever happens more than likely will be better than anything you can be or are imagining.”
“I know you’re right,” she said in a resigned voice. “Where is my husband?”
***
“I did not murder anyone!” Lucius yelled at Kingsley. “I swear as Merlin as my witness that I didn’t kill that little man!”
“Are you sure?” the head of the Ministry of Magic asked him.
“Oh yes, I killed so many diminutive men and women during the war I started to forget the tally,” he said sarcastically. “What’s one more dead shrunken person?”
“You aren’t helping your case, Lucius. And that’s little person,” Hermione said as she came into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but have either of you seen my husband?”
“He’s in the next room being questioned by Tonks,” Kingsley told her. “Have you…” She shook her head no. “Good luck with that then.” She nodded and went on her way, closing the door behind her. “So does he know already?”
“Two weeks ago,” Lucius said. “When did she find out?”
“Today when we told her,” Kingsley replied.
Lucius let out a crack of laughter. “I would have paid good money to see that.” Leaning forward he drawled, “When do you think she’s going to tell him the news?”
Kingsley thought it over. “I can’t rightly say.”
“How about a friendly wager?” he asked him.
“I am not going to be making wagers with a man that might have committed murder in his own home!” He paused. “But it’s an excellent idea and I’ll be sure to start one later at the office.”
***
“So it was Hermione that saw the little man first?” Tonks asked.
“Yes.”
The auror wrote it down and asked, “So has she told you yet?”
Frowning Severus asked, “What?”
She grinned, “Don’t give me that. You know.”
Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Yes, that I do.”
“Remus told me three weeks back,” she said. “He knew six weeks ago. That’s when she conceived by the way.”
He raked his hair with his fingers. “Merlin, but it would seem everyone but her knew that she was…”
“Severus,” Hermione said as she entered the room, looking far too pale. “I want to go lay down.” He got up and went over to her, studying her pale face. “Had to run to the W.C. on the way to find you.” She swallowed thickly. “Can we go home?”
He looked over to Tonks, who shook her head no. “We have to question her as well. But she’s more than free to lay down here. That way I can question both of you at once and be finished quicker.”
Hermione lay on the lounge, using Severus’s lap as a pillow.
“So what can you tell me about the body?” Tonks asked.
“He was approximately .45 meters tall give or take .10 meters with no body hair that I could see and with his eyes closed I don’t know the man’s eye color. I don’t know the weight of the man, but I would have to guess it to be approximately 22.7 kilograms, give or take two kilo. The body was leaving Riga mortis, meaning the man has been dead for just over 24 hours, but you would need confirmation from the coroner to be sure on that one. Check the man’s eyes for tiny blood clots…”
“Why?” Tonks cut in, hoping to slow her down so she could keep taking notes.
“Because with some types of dwarfism, brain aneurisms are a leading cause of death.” She opened her eyes, looking towards Tonks who was staring at her blankly. “I say as much, because there are no signs of violence on the body other than a few tiny hand and foot prints left behind by the rampaging house elves. And where it’s true that they were all over the place, bouncing like little rockets, they don’t have the weight behind them to cause injury to anyone other than themselves.”
“So you think the man died a natural death?” Tonks asked.
“I just believe in being thorough,” she murmured. “One question though, death eater or not—do you honestly think he would leave a dead body on his floor for just anyone to find?”
“No,” Tonks whispered. “That I do not.”
“And if I’m right, it’s been there for just about a day,” Hermione said, but then looked into her husband’s black eyes and muttered, “I’m pregnant.”
Severus blinked at her. “What was that, love? I couldn’t hear you.”
“If you want me to leave…” Tonks stammered.
“Stay,” Severus told her. “Please.” Sitting his wife up, he asked, “Could you please repeat what you said, my love? Loud enough for me to actually hear you this time.”
“I’M PREGNANT!” she yelled, then in a quieter, slightly sarcastic voice asked, “Loud enough?”
“Thank Merlin for silencing wards,” Severus muttered. “Or else the whole household would have been made deaf with that.”
“Well?” Hermione waited. “Don’t you have something to say?”
“Did you have to yell it quite so loud?” he complained, as he rubbed his lobes. “My ears are still ringing.”
“Right,” she muttered. “You’re not happy about it. Fine.”
“What?” Having had enough of the drama already, Severus stood up and pulled his wife along with him. “Please excuse us, but she needs to go home. You know where we are.”
Once back to Hogwarts, Severus had the house elves making them a quick light lunch as he made her sit down. He was back over with her in no time. She was sitting in silence, tears dripping down her face.
“So you are pregnant?” he asked. “I thought as much.”
“What?” Hermione’s head snapped up looking at him. “How did you know?”
“Beloved, there is only one being on this planet I know better than myself and that is you.” She relaxed at that, even going so far as blushing slightly. “How far along are you?”
“I don’t know.”
He frowned. “How can you not know?”
It was then that she told him how she found out that she was with child. He stood Hermione up and trooped her out of the room.
“Where…?”
“Poppy.”
“But…” He caught her as she tried to turn around and walk in the other direction.
“No, you are going to see Poppy and that is final.” He stopped walking, making her look him in the eyes. “I’m tempted to obliviate you just so you can hear this news from the mediwitch as you should have.” She could have sworn that he muttered something about idiots having less sense than a flea before he went on with, “You would have needed to go see her anyway. It’s best to get it over with now.”
***
It's time once again people for my favorite game! Review Sing-A-Long is back! Here is the new song. "I shut my eyes and I review that you are here with me." Okay, here's your hint. A slight hit in the 1980's the man that sang this was more noted for a different song about having pieces of himself being taken away. You know, being put like that, it sounds wrong, but honestly it's much more romantic in song form! Thanks again for reading and please review.