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Research and Revelations
A/N: Thank you to Emmylovedraco, meankitty69, Stratyllis, Jocy, Sinbad, Sampdoria, ordinarywickedwitch, neko36, magical heather, SnapesPet30, Darque Hart, Mandy, Citten, MrsDeLay07, PyroAngel, nonentity, DB1, DarkDragon05, Heidi191976, catysmom, and anyone else who has reviewed since I last read. Your reviews give me such inspiration! Any advice is really appreciated since I am still new to the whole writing on this site thing. Wow, two updates in one day. Before I write a chapter, I like to sit down for a few minutes and play out how I would like it to go generally, then go at it on my laptop, letting it flowwww..lol. Hubby laughs at me because it has been keeping me awake at night, laying in bed coming up with Hermione/Snape scenarios. Thanks again for reading.
Ch. 8 Research and Revelations
The following morning, Hermione woke, showered and dressed quickly, and headed to her old potions classroom. It was just as she remembered it; it even smelled the same. She would never admit it, though she almost announced it to all of her fellow sixth years, but to her, amortentia smells like books and the potions classroom.
Her attention was drawn to the desk where she saw Professor Snape scribbling something on the parchment in front of him. “Good morning, Ms. Granger.” He said silkily, barely acknowledging her presence. “Good morning professor.” She replied.
Not knowing what to do, she smoothed her robes and made to sit down. When she was inches from the seat, Snape called her name. “On the desk to your right you will see a stack of essays.” Hermione glanced over and saw what he was talking about.
“I wish for you to grade and correct them for me.” Hermione kept shifting her gaze from the papers to Severus. After a few moments, Snape finally put down his quill, folded his hands and stared at her. “Do you have a problem with your assignment, Ms. Granger, or are you simply hard of hearing?”
“No sir,” she said, still confused. “I am just not sure that I am qualified to be grading the tests of students.” She began to nibble her lower lip. Snape sighed with frustration. “Do not worry, these are the papers of first year Hufflepuff. After correcting Potter, Weasley, and I suspect Longbottom’s papers throughout your schooling, I am confident you will do fine.”
She smiled, was that almost a compliment, or was that a stab at her helpfulness. “Oh, and Ms. Granger?” he called to her as she sat down with his famous red ink quill to begin working. “I expect you to be as harsh and honest as I would be to these dunderheads.”
Hermione groaned, of course. Well, maybe she wouldn’t be THAT mean. She lowered her head and got to work. Before she knew it, 3 classes had gone by and the bell for lunch rang.
“You are dismissed, you may adjourn to the Great Hall. Then you may have the rest of the day off unless I call on you.” Hermione stood, stared at the door and rung her hands. “Um, professor? I was kinda hoping to take lunch in my rooms today. I mean, if that is acceptable.”
Severus studied the young woman in front of her. He could almost feel the fear radiating off of her. “Very well, you may go.” Without another word, Hermione retreated back to her comfort zone.
The next couple of weeks passed in much the same way. Hermione would do her work, grading papers, organizing potions, or cleaning cauldrons; then she would return to her rooms. She never made an appearance in the Great Hall, never left the dungeons.
Harry had stopped by several times to give updates on Ron’s trial and sentencing. He, Severus, and the rest of the staff were becoming extremely worried about Hermione’s seclusion.
One Monday morning, Severus was waiting in Hermione’s rooms to go over a few new research notes she had jotted down. She was in the bathroom, sick again. She had been ill for the past couple of days. Harry had said something about a muggle ‘stomach flu’ she may have caught.
Severus had his own suspicions, but refused to upset the girl by voicing them…yet. He heard the toilet flushing and the sound of running water. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Severus was taken back. The girl looked so pale. In all his years he had never seen a woman throw up so much.
“Ms. Granger, you are in no condition to be working today.” The look she gave him was one of loathing determination. “I’m fine, Professor. I just can’t kick this virus. I will be better in a few days.”
“As touching as your…Gryffindor” he spat the name at her, “courage is, I must insist that you go and see Madame Pomfrey.” She looked ready to protest, but he put his hand up. “If you refuse, I must request that you keep yourself away from my person. I have no wish to catch whatever muggle disease you have brought into this castle.”
Hermione pouted. To go to the hospital wing, she would have to leave the dungeons…alone. If she tried to wait it out, Professor Snape would isolate her until she was better. She resigned herself to going to see the mediwitch.
“Yes, sir.” She sighed as she made her way to the door. Severus looked at the girl with shock, he did not expect her to leave her rooms. She looked a bit unsteady on her feet, so he decided to follow her.
Hermione slowly made her way up the stairs to the main castle. Creeping along the walls, looking everywhere to make sure she was alone. She knew Professor Snape was following her, but was not concerned with him, he would never hurt or humiliate her.
At every corner, she would peer around carefully. Severus sighed, this was going to take forever. He strode up to her and grabbed her by the elbow. “Come now Ms. Granger, we do wish to get there before Christmas.” The rest of the trip went quickly.
Madame Pomfrey took one look at the young witch that was once her charge and went into bossy mode. Hermione was made to lie down and not move. Hermione was extremely nervous. When the mediwitch went to touch her, Hermione jumped like a startled cat.
“It is alright dear. I just need to do a few quick tests. You have my word that I will not harm you.” She said a soft, soothing voice. Hermione began to bite her bottom lip. Terrified at what may happen.
As the older witch’s wand began making circular patterns and zig zags, sensory spells began to light up the curtains that were pulled around them. Finally, after what seemed (to Hermione at least) hours, Madame Pomfrey looked at the girl and nearly began to weep.
“I’ll be right back dear, you just lie there and rest. I do not want to see you out of this bed.” She went to grab a few potions and ran into Severus.
“What is wrong with her Pomfrey?” he asked her. The mediwitch was surprised at the raw emotion displayed on the man’s face. Never had she seen him show any emotion other than dislike and snarkiness.
She sighed, “The good news, Severus, is she does not have the flu.” The professor nodded, he figured as much. He saw the older witch hesitate, and grew impatient. “Damn woman, out with it.”
Madame Pomfrey huffed, but then softened as she spoke, “It appears that her recent attack has left something more substantial with her.” She stumbled on her words, not knowing exactly how to say what needed be said.
Severus’ tone turned into a hushed whisper, “what do you mean. Speak plainly if you will.” Pomfrey began to cry whole heartedly, “She is pregnant, Severus.”
“I’m WHAT?” both adults snapped around to see Hermione standing at the edge of the curtain. She had heard everything. She couldn’t believe it. How could she be pregnant. Her world began to spin. Before she even began to fall, Severus was there to catch her. He lay her back down in her bed.
“Are you sure Poppy?” Minerva asked the mediwitch. “I am afraid so, Minerva. It looks like she is due June 24.” McGonagall shook her head sadly, then turned to Severus. “Will you watch over her, Severus.”
He looked at the woman with incredulity. “Me? You expect me to babysit a hormonal pregnant witch?” Inside he knew he would, even without being asked. McGonagall stood to her full height and looked at the potions master.
“You are the only one she trusts, though heavens knows why. She will need someone there for her.” The woman still had no idea what it was about the snarky man that comforted Hermione, but if anyone could help her get over this, Severus Snape could.
He made a guttural growl, “Very well, headmistress. I will keep an eye on her.” The two women left the area to go speak in Madame Pomfrey’s office. When he was sure no one was looking, he swept a few stray curls from her forehead and placed a chaste kiss on it. “Fear not, Hermione, I will take care of you.”
Ch. 8 Research and Revelations
The following morning, Hermione woke, showered and dressed quickly, and headed to her old potions classroom. It was just as she remembered it; it even smelled the same. She would never admit it, though she almost announced it to all of her fellow sixth years, but to her, amortentia smells like books and the potions classroom.
Her attention was drawn to the desk where she saw Professor Snape scribbling something on the parchment in front of him. “Good morning, Ms. Granger.” He said silkily, barely acknowledging her presence. “Good morning professor.” She replied.
Not knowing what to do, she smoothed her robes and made to sit down. When she was inches from the seat, Snape called her name. “On the desk to your right you will see a stack of essays.” Hermione glanced over and saw what he was talking about.
“I wish for you to grade and correct them for me.” Hermione kept shifting her gaze from the papers to Severus. After a few moments, Snape finally put down his quill, folded his hands and stared at her. “Do you have a problem with your assignment, Ms. Granger, or are you simply hard of hearing?”
“No sir,” she said, still confused. “I am just not sure that I am qualified to be grading the tests of students.” She began to nibble her lower lip. Snape sighed with frustration. “Do not worry, these are the papers of first year Hufflepuff. After correcting Potter, Weasley, and I suspect Longbottom’s papers throughout your schooling, I am confident you will do fine.”
She smiled, was that almost a compliment, or was that a stab at her helpfulness. “Oh, and Ms. Granger?” he called to her as she sat down with his famous red ink quill to begin working. “I expect you to be as harsh and honest as I would be to these dunderheads.”
Hermione groaned, of course. Well, maybe she wouldn’t be THAT mean. She lowered her head and got to work. Before she knew it, 3 classes had gone by and the bell for lunch rang.
“You are dismissed, you may adjourn to the Great Hall. Then you may have the rest of the day off unless I call on you.” Hermione stood, stared at the door and rung her hands. “Um, professor? I was kinda hoping to take lunch in my rooms today. I mean, if that is acceptable.”
Severus studied the young woman in front of her. He could almost feel the fear radiating off of her. “Very well, you may go.” Without another word, Hermione retreated back to her comfort zone.
The next couple of weeks passed in much the same way. Hermione would do her work, grading papers, organizing potions, or cleaning cauldrons; then she would return to her rooms. She never made an appearance in the Great Hall, never left the dungeons.
Harry had stopped by several times to give updates on Ron’s trial and sentencing. He, Severus, and the rest of the staff were becoming extremely worried about Hermione’s seclusion.
One Monday morning, Severus was waiting in Hermione’s rooms to go over a few new research notes she had jotted down. She was in the bathroom, sick again. She had been ill for the past couple of days. Harry had said something about a muggle ‘stomach flu’ she may have caught.
Severus had his own suspicions, but refused to upset the girl by voicing them…yet. He heard the toilet flushing and the sound of running water. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Severus was taken back. The girl looked so pale. In all his years he had never seen a woman throw up so much.
“Ms. Granger, you are in no condition to be working today.” The look she gave him was one of loathing determination. “I’m fine, Professor. I just can’t kick this virus. I will be better in a few days.”
“As touching as your…Gryffindor” he spat the name at her, “courage is, I must insist that you go and see Madame Pomfrey.” She looked ready to protest, but he put his hand up. “If you refuse, I must request that you keep yourself away from my person. I have no wish to catch whatever muggle disease you have brought into this castle.”
Hermione pouted. To go to the hospital wing, she would have to leave the dungeons…alone. If she tried to wait it out, Professor Snape would isolate her until she was better. She resigned herself to going to see the mediwitch.
“Yes, sir.” She sighed as she made her way to the door. Severus looked at the girl with shock, he did not expect her to leave her rooms. She looked a bit unsteady on her feet, so he decided to follow her.
Hermione slowly made her way up the stairs to the main castle. Creeping along the walls, looking everywhere to make sure she was alone. She knew Professor Snape was following her, but was not concerned with him, he would never hurt or humiliate her.
At every corner, she would peer around carefully. Severus sighed, this was going to take forever. He strode up to her and grabbed her by the elbow. “Come now Ms. Granger, we do wish to get there before Christmas.” The rest of the trip went quickly.
Madame Pomfrey took one look at the young witch that was once her charge and went into bossy mode. Hermione was made to lie down and not move. Hermione was extremely nervous. When the mediwitch went to touch her, Hermione jumped like a startled cat.
“It is alright dear. I just need to do a few quick tests. You have my word that I will not harm you.” She said a soft, soothing voice. Hermione began to bite her bottom lip. Terrified at what may happen.
As the older witch’s wand began making circular patterns and zig zags, sensory spells began to light up the curtains that were pulled around them. Finally, after what seemed (to Hermione at least) hours, Madame Pomfrey looked at the girl and nearly began to weep.
“I’ll be right back dear, you just lie there and rest. I do not want to see you out of this bed.” She went to grab a few potions and ran into Severus.
“What is wrong with her Pomfrey?” he asked her. The mediwitch was surprised at the raw emotion displayed on the man’s face. Never had she seen him show any emotion other than dislike and snarkiness.
She sighed, “The good news, Severus, is she does not have the flu.” The professor nodded, he figured as much. He saw the older witch hesitate, and grew impatient. “Damn woman, out with it.”
Madame Pomfrey huffed, but then softened as she spoke, “It appears that her recent attack has left something more substantial with her.” She stumbled on her words, not knowing exactly how to say what needed be said.
Severus’ tone turned into a hushed whisper, “what do you mean. Speak plainly if you will.” Pomfrey began to cry whole heartedly, “She is pregnant, Severus.”
“I’m WHAT?” both adults snapped around to see Hermione standing at the edge of the curtain. She had heard everything. She couldn’t believe it. How could she be pregnant. Her world began to spin. Before she even began to fall, Severus was there to catch her. He lay her back down in her bed.
“Are you sure Poppy?” Minerva asked the mediwitch. “I am afraid so, Minerva. It looks like she is due June 24.” McGonagall shook her head sadly, then turned to Severus. “Will you watch over her, Severus.”
He looked at the woman with incredulity. “Me? You expect me to babysit a hormonal pregnant witch?” Inside he knew he would, even without being asked. McGonagall stood to her full height and looked at the potions master.
“You are the only one she trusts, though heavens knows why. She will need someone there for her.” The woman still had no idea what it was about the snarky man that comforted Hermione, but if anyone could help her get over this, Severus Snape could.
He made a guttural growl, “Very well, headmistress. I will keep an eye on her.” The two women left the area to go speak in Madame Pomfrey’s office. When he was sure no one was looking, he swept a few stray curls from her forehead and placed a chaste kiss on it. “Fear not, Hermione, I will take care of you.”