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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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10
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2,677
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3
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Me Neither
She’d cried for nearly an hour before pulling herself to her feet and dragging herself from her room. There was hardly a person in the castle she could consult with, save for one. And so her feet led her to the door of Minerva McGonagall’s office. She didn’t know what she was thinking as she knocked.
Minerva had to fight the urge to close the door in the girl’s face. Ushering her into the office, pretending not to know, all of it should have been avoided. But there she sat, facing the young girl, no older than Severus had been when things had started so many years ago. How could she watch history unfold before her very eyes just as it had before?
“I don’t know what to do,” Hermione sniffed.
“Me neither,” the older witch sighed. She knew exactly what to do, or at least what she did in the situation, but wasn’t certain that she could ever come to express such an opinion.
“It was just— no reaction at all…”
“I won’t pretend to understand this ridiculous relationship,” Minerva said, her voice on edge. “You’re far too young for a child, regardless of the paternal figure’s input,” she said. “That’s my opinion on the matter.”
It hadn’t been the advice she had been looking for. It hadn’t really been advice at all, mostly just an opinion that she wasn’t ready. Hermione wasn’t entirely sure that she disagreed with her former Head of House, however. Perhaps his response was a good gauge. Maybe his apathy toward the situation was a bigger clue than she realized.
Minerva breathed a heavy sigh. She’d wanted to shout so many things at the girl. That she shouldn’t have the baby because she wasn’t ready to care for it. She’d longed to shout that she was gravely jealous that she would most likely be able to keep the baby, when Minerva herself had had no choice in the matter so many years ago. It was a scandal that would have cost the boy his life and cost Minerva her career, not to mention the fate of the baby. And at times she’d felt foolish in ever having told Severus in the first place. And yet now he found himself in such a similar situation.
Hermione had gone to seek out Poppy Pomphrey, sitting on the bed in one of the Hospital Wing’s private rooms. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, having given the Mediwitch a more abbreviated version of the story, leaving out major details.
“Me neither,” the witch sighed.
Minerva had to fight the urge to close the door in the girl’s face. Ushering her into the office, pretending not to know, all of it should have been avoided. But there she sat, facing the young girl, no older than Severus had been when things had started so many years ago. How could she watch history unfold before her very eyes just as it had before?
“I don’t know what to do,” Hermione sniffed.
“Me neither,” the older witch sighed. She knew exactly what to do, or at least what she did in the situation, but wasn’t certain that she could ever come to express such an opinion.
“It was just— no reaction at all…”
“I won’t pretend to understand this ridiculous relationship,” Minerva said, her voice on edge. “You’re far too young for a child, regardless of the paternal figure’s input,” she said. “That’s my opinion on the matter.”
It hadn’t been the advice she had been looking for. It hadn’t really been advice at all, mostly just an opinion that she wasn’t ready. Hermione wasn’t entirely sure that she disagreed with her former Head of House, however. Perhaps his response was a good gauge. Maybe his apathy toward the situation was a bigger clue than she realized.
Minerva breathed a heavy sigh. She’d wanted to shout so many things at the girl. That she shouldn’t have the baby because she wasn’t ready to care for it. She’d longed to shout that she was gravely jealous that she would most likely be able to keep the baby, when Minerva herself had had no choice in the matter so many years ago. It was a scandal that would have cost the boy his life and cost Minerva her career, not to mention the fate of the baby. And at times she’d felt foolish in ever having told Severus in the first place. And yet now he found himself in such a similar situation.
Hermione had gone to seek out Poppy Pomphrey, sitting on the bed in one of the Hospital Wing’s private rooms. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, having given the Mediwitch a more abbreviated version of the story, leaving out major details.
“Me neither,” the witch sighed.