Happy Bloody Christmas, Severus Snape!
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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19,172
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31
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Who's your daddy!
A/N: Thank you for the reviews!! I’m not sure how many of you are going to handle this little update. The reasoning behind it will be explained I promise, as will any questions you may have, in the next update. Hope you like it!
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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Time passed: what could only have been a couple of months seemed more like minutes to a now very pregnant Hermione. Flitwik had agreed to finish out the term, giving her just enough time to prepare for the baby’s arrival in August and a summer wedding just a month prior. The news of her pregnancy had become old, and life for Hermione had finally seemed to return to normal, with the exception of the occasional hate mail and visit from Rita Skeeter. She had even begun thinking of baby names, even though she was sure it was going to be a boy. Severus however still held out hope that it would be a girl, one that looked just like her. Both were insistent on not knowing the sex of the baby. Half the school had already made bets.
They had suffered through some couples arguments, the hallmark of any relationship in Hermione’s mind. Nothing big of course, just little things, for instance she insisted the room be devoid of any gender identifying colors. She was already 26 weeks pregnant, with only 10 weeks to go, the argument hadn’t lasted long. As Severus reminded her, at this stage the baby had ears and anything much above a whisper could be interpreted as excessive yelling. She thought that he was being a bit ridiculous of course, but knowing his childhood as she did, she let it go. Today’s argument was a bit less frivolous.
“Witch you’ve pushed me too far” Severus whispered furiously.
Fights after the no shouting rule had become far more amusing for Hermione.
“Now Severus, Harry has been my best friend for years, and don’t forget he’s got loads of money. We couldn’t ask for more.”
“Except for someone with brains” Severus sneered. “Potter is the last person I would want raising our child. He abhors me, he barely speaks to you as it is, honestly Hermione wouldn’t we be better off with say…my uncle Ivan.”
It was Hermione’s turn to laugh. Severus’ uncle Ivan was indeed a brilliant man, he also lived in Russia, had no idea Hermione was pregnant despite her sizable baby bump, and was at the ripe old age of 92. Still young by wizarding standards but not by hers.
“Severus you know I love Uncle Ivan, but he’s too…ouch” she winced, grasping her midsection. The pain was fleeting, but Hermione couldn’t stop herself from shaking. Cramps? She was too early to be due, Madame Pomfrey had said anytime within 30-42 weeks, the chances of survival now were small and not without complications.
Strong arms wrapped around her, keeping Hermione from sinking to the floor in tears. Something wasn’t right. What if she was being punished for all the lies she still kept in place? What if this was the precursor to something worse? All the fears she had kept locked away since accepting Severus’ proposal reemerged to plague her, as another cramp came and went.
“I’m getting you to Madame Pomfrey, enough of this.”
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“Miss Granger I don’t know what to tell you, your baby is fine. A little agitated perhaps, but Severus explained that you were fighting when the pain occurred so it might be as simple as that. Was it about the father?”
Hermione froze. There was a twinkle in the old woman’s eye, one that had no right to be there. She knew the truth…
“What have you done?” Hermione whispered.
“Miss Granger I haven’t done anything that Severus didn’t consent to. I needed to know who the father was, for medical purposes of course. The medical history of the father is important in how I will treat the infant, possible complications…”
Hermione clutched the sheets of the bed. If Madame Pomfrey knew who the father was, that meant Severus had to know. The curiousity would kill him. All her carefully laid groundwork had been destroyed, but she had to wonder how long they had known. Was it before his proposal? Before his desire to move up their wedding? Was the relationship that had bloomed in the past few months a lie?
“Miss Granger don’t get your knickers in a twist. Severus doesn’t know. It would go against patient confidentiality. Although for the life of me I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to tell the man he’s going to be a father. He’s been stewing about this for months.”
And there it was. It had finally, after six and a half months of carefully laid groundwork, been said aloud. Severus Snape was going to be a father.
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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Time passed: what could only have been a couple of months seemed more like minutes to a now very pregnant Hermione. Flitwik had agreed to finish out the term, giving her just enough time to prepare for the baby’s arrival in August and a summer wedding just a month prior. The news of her pregnancy had become old, and life for Hermione had finally seemed to return to normal, with the exception of the occasional hate mail and visit from Rita Skeeter. She had even begun thinking of baby names, even though she was sure it was going to be a boy. Severus however still held out hope that it would be a girl, one that looked just like her. Both were insistent on not knowing the sex of the baby. Half the school had already made bets.
They had suffered through some couples arguments, the hallmark of any relationship in Hermione’s mind. Nothing big of course, just little things, for instance she insisted the room be devoid of any gender identifying colors. She was already 26 weeks pregnant, with only 10 weeks to go, the argument hadn’t lasted long. As Severus reminded her, at this stage the baby had ears and anything much above a whisper could be interpreted as excessive yelling. She thought that he was being a bit ridiculous of course, but knowing his childhood as she did, she let it go. Today’s argument was a bit less frivolous.
“Witch you’ve pushed me too far” Severus whispered furiously.
Fights after the no shouting rule had become far more amusing for Hermione.
“Now Severus, Harry has been my best friend for years, and don’t forget he’s got loads of money. We couldn’t ask for more.”
“Except for someone with brains” Severus sneered. “Potter is the last person I would want raising our child. He abhors me, he barely speaks to you as it is, honestly Hermione wouldn’t we be better off with say…my uncle Ivan.”
It was Hermione’s turn to laugh. Severus’ uncle Ivan was indeed a brilliant man, he also lived in Russia, had no idea Hermione was pregnant despite her sizable baby bump, and was at the ripe old age of 92. Still young by wizarding standards but not by hers.
“Severus you know I love Uncle Ivan, but he’s too…ouch” she winced, grasping her midsection. The pain was fleeting, but Hermione couldn’t stop herself from shaking. Cramps? She was too early to be due, Madame Pomfrey had said anytime within 30-42 weeks, the chances of survival now were small and not without complications.
Strong arms wrapped around her, keeping Hermione from sinking to the floor in tears. Something wasn’t right. What if she was being punished for all the lies she still kept in place? What if this was the precursor to something worse? All the fears she had kept locked away since accepting Severus’ proposal reemerged to plague her, as another cramp came and went.
“I’m getting you to Madame Pomfrey, enough of this.”
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“Miss Granger I don’t know what to tell you, your baby is fine. A little agitated perhaps, but Severus explained that you were fighting when the pain occurred so it might be as simple as that. Was it about the father?”
Hermione froze. There was a twinkle in the old woman’s eye, one that had no right to be there. She knew the truth…
“What have you done?” Hermione whispered.
“Miss Granger I haven’t done anything that Severus didn’t consent to. I needed to know who the father was, for medical purposes of course. The medical history of the father is important in how I will treat the infant, possible complications…”
Hermione clutched the sheets of the bed. If Madame Pomfrey knew who the father was, that meant Severus had to know. The curiousity would kill him. All her carefully laid groundwork had been destroyed, but she had to wonder how long they had known. Was it before his proposal? Before his desire to move up their wedding? Was the relationship that had bloomed in the past few months a lie?
“Miss Granger don’t get your knickers in a twist. Severus doesn’t know. It would go against patient confidentiality. Although for the life of me I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to tell the man he’s going to be a father. He’s been stewing about this for months.”
And there it was. It had finally, after six and a half months of carefully laid groundwork, been said aloud. Severus Snape was going to be a father.