Troublesome

Severus Snape heard a knock on his office door.

Who ever had dared knocked on his door at that hour would be getting cursed. He was in a rotten mood.

No, he was in an extremely rotten mood.

The girl had stirred up something deep within him. There was just something about her that made him want to take her right there in the classroom, it didn’t matter who was in the room. At the thought, he felt a deep sense of pleasure over come him. A quick glance down at his crotch confirmed that he was pitching a tent.

Good lord, he needed to get laid.

The knocking persisted and Severus trying to bring himself back to normal, shouted, “Enter,” absentmindedly.

Evelyn Hewitt stepped through and Snape scooted his lap further under his desk to hide his very apparent erection that wouldn’t go away, now that she was there.

“Professor, I wanted to talk to you about the Replenishing Potion,” she said, her voice soft, and almost shy. This threw him off for a second but then he remembered that she knew nothing of their little…affair. “Have you graded them yet?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, when you have can you let me know? I really want that Honor.”

Severus wanted her gone. But he didn’t know how to get her to leave except to be extremely untactful. But yet he did miss her company.

“I suppose that can be arranged. Letting you know, that is. I won’t give you the honor unless you earned it.”

The blond nodded.

“Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to give it to me for no reason at all.”

Severus’ mind raced. Wasn’t this how their fling began? No, it wouldn’t happen again. No matter how hard it was to resist her, he couldn’t cave.

The girl made no move to leave, but stood there looking as though she wanted to say something else to him. He inclined his head, eyeing her suspiciously, half way hoping it would be a sexual advance and half way dreading it.

“Can I tell you something, sir? You’re my Head of house and I’m supposed to be able to tell you things right?”

“Of course,” Severus mumbled, cursing his job. If it was something about boy trouble or something stupid like that, he’d expel her from the room in a violent fashion.

“And you won’t tell any one else?”

“Well that depends on the situation.”

Evelyn’s face flushed and she suddenly looked extremely distressed.

“No, Professor, you can’t tell anyone. I’m seventeen and of age, so the only person that has guardianship over me now is me. I’m legally adult and I wanted to talk to you adult to adult.”

Severus just stared, rather miffed by her bravery, but nodded his head, seeing no loophole in her logic.

“Well, last term, there’s this huge blank spot. I don’t remember what happened for a couple of weeks or so. It’s really rather confusing especially since…” her voice trailed off, and tears sprung to her eyes. She took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, buried her face in her hands and began to sob uncontrollably. Severus stared, not quite sure what to do or what to say to console her, so he just let her cry it out. He felt a bit helpless as her shoulders shook. After about three minutes she finally looked up at him, her expression hopeless and vulnerable. Severus took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed to her. She wiped at her eyes gratefully and blew her nose rather loudly.

“Thank you,” she said, with a gulp, trying to prevent a fresh wave of tears from enveloping her. “I just feel like I’ve got no control over anything anymore. It’s horrible.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But when you look at it, you don’t really ever have control.”

She smiled faintly, leaving the Professor feeling relieved. If he could cheer her up a bit, she’d stop her blubbering.

“I’m sorry, I know it must make you feel uncomfortable to have a girl crying so stupidly in your office, but I haven’t been able to talk to any one about this.” He silently agreed with her but chose to hold his tongue lest he upset her anymore. “I found a couple of weeks ago that I’m pregnant and it’s so bizarre I don’t know what to think. I don’t remember having…you know…around the time that I supposedly conceived. I did the math though, and I figured out that it had to have happened during those couple of weeks that I cannot remember.”

Severus stared at her, completely horrified that she was telling him this.

The only word that would come to his mind was fuck. Fuck times ten. Fuck times a million. This wasn’t good in the least. Oh no, he had that horrible feeling that something was going to go wrong when they’d started fucking all those months ago. Why hadn’t he listened to his gut? She was letting the proof that his feeling was one hundred percent reliable tumble from her cursed lips.

He was going to be sick.

He was going to have a heart attack.

Oh please, God, no. There was just no fucking way this was happening to him.

He felt his vision start to blur.

“Professor, are you alright?” She had jumped up from her spot to rush to his aid, but he waved her off and she sat back down, though she still looked worried.

“No, no, I’m alright. I just don’t know how to respond to that. As far as I can remember, I don’t think this has ever happened at Hogwarts. I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”

“I understand that. I wasn’t asking for your help, I just needed to tell some one. It was eating me alive. I can take care of it myself, I’ve got a little time to figure everything out.”

He said nothing, but stared at her. What was he going to do? He had impregnated the girl, he knew it was his. The girl didn’t have a boyfriend, in fact, she didn’t really hang around any one else but him. He was too much of a realist, that was his problem. It was easier just to place the blame on some one else, but he knew the truth. How was he going to take responsibilities for his actions with out her knowing that he was the fucking cause?

“Well, if you need anything, you can always come to me,” he said, the words forcing themselves out of his throat. He didn’t want to come over as over sensitive, that wasn’t his style and that’s not what he was trying to do. But if he knew Evelyn as well as he thought he did, he knew that if she were to turn to any one, it would be him, because now she’d shared her little secret with him. Not with just anyone, just with him.

“Thanks, I really do appreciate it,” she said as she stood up. She started towards the door but just as she was about to open it, she turned back.

“Oh and don’t forget to let me know about the Replenishing Potion, Sir. I’d kind of like to know soon.”

He nodded his head stiffly, a bit numb inside, and she left.

He looked down at his crotch.

Well, his erection was gone. At least he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

***

Dear Mummy and Father,
Hello, I miss you both very much. So far I’ve been very busy. This being my 7th year, the workload is awful, but I suppose I can manage. I imagine it won’t be as bad as 5th year because I’m not taking quite as many subjects, but I’ve already missed out on plenty of sleep. I’m grateful that Nita is here, she’s been taking very good care of me. Last week I had a cold, and she cured me.
I am writing because I have some very good news to share with you. I’m being honored next week at the Halloween feast. I’ve won an award for services to the school, and they’re presenting it to me in a small ceremony before the Goblet decides who the School Champions are going to be for the Tri- Wizard Tournament. (Before you ask, I did not enter my name in the Goblet, I don’t think I’d make it out alive.) I’d love it if you two would come to the ceremony. I humbly beg of you to come. If you aren’t there then it would be sort of meaningless. It’s at seven o clock in the Great hall on Halloween.
I look forward to reading your response. I love you both very much and I hope you are doing well.
Your Daughter,
Evelyn
***
Evelyn,
Your father and I were extremely disappointed to hear that you did not enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I would think that you’d be excited at the chance to enter such a prestigious, historical contest such as the Tri-Wizard. You would have brought honor to the family name if you were to enter and I hope that you reconsider your choice. You’d make a name for yourself and you’d go on to do great things I’m sure, and if you except losing as an inevitability then you’re never going to get anywhere.
As for your award, St. Mungo’s is having a ball on Halloween night, and I’m afraid your father and I cannot make it to your ceremony. A lot of important people will be present at this Ball and you know how your father is in dire need of making contacts for his business. You understand I’m sure.
I hope that you aren’t missing out on too much sleep and I hope that house elf isn’t feeding you too much because the last thing you need is to gain more weight. You put on so much weight this past summer that I thought I was going to have to start introducing you as my livestock rather than my daughter. I hope you’ve been exercising and have worked off that weight. Appearances mean everything to a Hewitt and you should know this.
Your father has told me to tell you congratulations on your award and he has insisted that we reward you because we cannot make it, so enclosed is fifty galleons. Father says to buy something nice for yourself in Hogsmeade.
Love,
Mummy
***
Mother,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and that things are going well. I am writing to make sure that we’re still meeting the first Saturday next month. We have much to discuss, I’m sure a lot as happened since we last met.
I’m also writing because I’m in terrible need of advice. I’ve found myself in a very compromising position and I do not wish to discuss it with you in Hogsmeade. The threat of being overheard is far too great. So I’ve decided that we should have breakfast at your house rather than there. I hope you understand.
Love,
Severus

***
Severus,
I am doing alright, despite that God awful muggle woman next door. Oh I do wish you had found me a house that was more secluded. Do you know what that old bitch did last week? She let that terror she calls a dog loose and the damned thing defecated all over my grass and pissed in my flower bed. I told the old bitch she’d wake up and her dog wouldn’t be alive, but she doesn’t listen.
Anyway, I went off on a rant, I’m so sorry dear. As for having breakfast here next weekend, that is fine with me. As for your “compromising position” I just wanted to let you know that I’ll still love you no matter what you’ve done. I’ll do my best to help you, but there’s only so much an old woman like me can do.

Love,
Mum