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Torn
He’d hardly walked through the door when she threw her arms around him. “Severus,” she smiled against his chest. His arms embraced her, cold, like a soldier simply following orders. “What’s the matter?” she asked, pulling back. He said nothing. Hermione frowned. “I have news,” her eyes sparkled to life once more.
Severus did not speak but simply took a step back. She was so young, and so full of life. Perhaps Minerva had been right. It was a bad idea to let things go as long as they had, the summer was nearly over. “Severus,” she beamed, and took both of his hands in hers. “Severus,” Hermione drew in a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
His face did not pale, nor did he smile. He did not frown, nor did he pull her into a warm embrace. Severus simply stood there, his hands held in hers, his heart beating, his eyes gazing. “Did you hear me?” she asked, shaking his arms a bit, her smile still bright. “I said I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!”
Again he said nothing. Slowly he let his fingers slide from her grip and he took another step away from her. “What’s the matter, aren’t you happy?” Severus could not find his voice to answer. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, but oh how right Minerva had been, history did manage to repeat itself only this time the shoe was on the other foot. He blinked and remained silent. “Please, say something.”
“What would you have me say?” he asked, tone flat, voice and face void of any emotion.
The smile on her face did not fade away, it simply vanished. Her eyes burst forth with tears. “What’s wrong with you? I just told you—”
“I heard you.” He said, again his voice was flat.
Hermione threw her arms around her chest, trying to hug herself to keep from bursting out into full on sobs. “You couldn’t be that man that I adore…who are you and what have you done with Severus?”
“I’m right here.” He said and then stepped past her, turning back for the door to her chambers.
“Where are you going?” she cried.
“To think.” He said, and stepped out of the door.
“Who are you?” Her voice was shrill. She had just given him news that she’d been fussed with all weekend, debating on how best to tell him, though at first she hadn’t been sure, but when the stick had turned pink, she could hardly wait for him to burst through that door so she could share the joy. He hadn’t reacted, not at all, one way or the other. She had at least expected panic, or perhaps an angry outburst, anything would have been better than the nothing he presented her with. Hermione fell to her knees and began to sob. He didn’t care, his apathy now showing in the tears that dripped from her face and spilled down onto her robes.
Severus did not speak but simply took a step back. She was so young, and so full of life. Perhaps Minerva had been right. It was a bad idea to let things go as long as they had, the summer was nearly over. “Severus,” she beamed, and took both of his hands in hers. “Severus,” Hermione drew in a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
His face did not pale, nor did he smile. He did not frown, nor did he pull her into a warm embrace. Severus simply stood there, his hands held in hers, his heart beating, his eyes gazing. “Did you hear me?” she asked, shaking his arms a bit, her smile still bright. “I said I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!”
Again he said nothing. Slowly he let his fingers slide from her grip and he took another step away from her. “What’s the matter, aren’t you happy?” Severus could not find his voice to answer. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, but oh how right Minerva had been, history did manage to repeat itself only this time the shoe was on the other foot. He blinked and remained silent. “Please, say something.”
“What would you have me say?” he asked, tone flat, voice and face void of any emotion.
The smile on her face did not fade away, it simply vanished. Her eyes burst forth with tears. “What’s wrong with you? I just told you—”
“I heard you.” He said, again his voice was flat.
Hermione threw her arms around her chest, trying to hug herself to keep from bursting out into full on sobs. “You couldn’t be that man that I adore…who are you and what have you done with Severus?”
“I’m right here.” He said and then stepped past her, turning back for the door to her chambers.
“Where are you going?” she cried.
“To think.” He said, and stepped out of the door.
“Who are you?” Her voice was shrill. She had just given him news that she’d been fussed with all weekend, debating on how best to tell him, though at first she hadn’t been sure, but when the stick had turned pink, she could hardly wait for him to burst through that door so she could share the joy. He hadn’t reacted, not at all, one way or the other. She had at least expected panic, or perhaps an angry outburst, anything would have been better than the nothing he presented her with. Hermione fell to her knees and began to sob. He didn’t care, his apathy now showing in the tears that dripped from her face and spilled down onto her robes.