Chasing Destiny

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Entering the small space occupied by the golden trio, he shoed two thirds from the hospital wing. Harry and Ron shouted promises of visits as they were ushered out of the door.



Severus sat on the bed and looked at Hermione.



“Why did you lie to me?” He looked furious.



“What? When have I lied to you?” She snapped.



“You pretended that you knew nothing of that night and then threw your contraceptive potion in the flower bed. Although Merlin knows why you wanted my child. The least you could have done was tell me you insufferable bint. What on earth possessed you to throw away your future like that?”



“What… the … hell… are… you… talking… about?” Hermione seethed only hearing half of what he had shouted about.



“The fact that you deceived me into guilt when you know exactly what happened that night and then you deliberately threw your…”



“Contraceptive potion on some plants. Yes, yes, yes I heard you but I have no idea what you are talking about.” Her face dawned with realisation and then shock. “Are you oh so gently telling me that I’m pregnant?” She hoped that she was wrong in her assumption.



“Do not continue to lie to me Hermione. I loved you. I thought I knew you. As it turns out, you are just another immature young girl, playing games in the grown up world and if you want to throw your life away with a child, then so be it but it was not my decision so don’t expect any help from me.”



“Don’t worry Professor I wont. I’ve had enough of you and your accusations for one lifetime.”



Snape stood up furiously and swung the curtains open knocking the pole over. He practically flew from the infirmary back to the dungeons for morning classes.



Madam Pomfrey picked up the curtain rail and put it back in place.



“I didn’t do it.” Hermione spluttered in shock.



“Hmmm?”



“I didn’t do it. I took every last drop of the potion. I was so afraid and confused that I gulped it down without thinking of anything. I definitely took the contraceptive potion and I haven’t thrown anything in the flowers.”



“Well the question is, how did you end up pregnant after taking the potion and who’s potion was that in the garden?” Poppy added as she smoothed the girls hair down. “You don’t seem too upset by the news.”



“Well that is because, contrary to popular belief, I am an adult and I know that crying isn’t going to do anything about my condition and I realise that I have a very important choice to make soon and I have to keep a clear head as well.” She patted Madam Pomfrey’s hand and sniffed.



Poppy wondered when she had missed the bushy haired know it all turn into an intelligent young woman.



Snape stormed through the next few days and anyone who got in his path was extremely unlucky. He spent his nights in a drunken stupor and his days researching possible school rules that had been broken by Harry Potter.



After Hermione’s dizzy spell, she was instructed to stay in the hospital wing for a few days and upon her release, it turned out to be the day of the Yule ball.



Ginny walked up the steps of Hermione’s quarters and waited. The once bushy haired girl was now transformed. She had used a homemade potion to create soft curls that surrounded her face delicately and her makeup was sensual with brown lipstick and her eyes were outlined in black. She looked divine. Ginny had opted for a similar choice in base makeup with her eyes shadowed in dark blue and her lips lined in red. Her hair was up in a bun with soft tendrils framing her face.



“Hi Ginny. You look fabulous but the dressing gown doesn’t quite go.” She smiled “We need to sort you out a dress.” Both girls, clad in their dressing gowns, giggled and sat on the bed. Ginny took an old set of Charlie’s dress robes from her bag and lay them out on the bed. “Go and put them on in the bathroom and I’ll transform them straight on for a better fit. I’ll put mine on while I’m at it.”



A few minutes later, Ginny stood in front of Hermione ready.



“So what are you looking for in your new dress?” Hermione asked.



“I was hoping for something in blue, to match my eye shadow. That’s why I wore it. I would like for my dress to sort of cling to my curves and accentuate them for Harry to notice without being too sultry. Maybe a halter neck with a straight bodice and the skirt to my ankles with a split up the side?”



“So you want a midnight blue halter neck dress? Hmmm.” She waved her wand a few times and then shook her head. With another wave, Ginny gasped.



“Oh Hermione, its perfect. I love it.” The bodice was detailed in a silky lace with flowers embroidered around the edge and it looked magnificent with Ginny’s curves. “Are you going to do yours now?” Hermione shook her head.



“No. I’m doing mine when you’ve gone. I’m still not sure what to go with.” She smiled. She knew exactly what she was going with. She just didn’t want anyone to see her before the ball. She had chosen the colours and style of the dress weeks ago to surprise Severus but now he would just have to admire her in all of his anger.



When Ginny had disappeared, Hermione stood in front of the mirror and imagined the most perfect dress she could. It was black but emerald green when the light shone on it in a certain way. The top half was a tight fitting tank top and the bottom flowed without being puffy. It shimmered in the light and swayed from her hips as she walked. The masses of material were heavy but a simple weightless charm would do the trick for the evening. She picked a black choker with a silver and green charm on the end to match her dress and her nails were painted black. The shoes she chose were plain black and she transfigured a necklace into some black and green beads for her wrist. Small and elegant.



She was finally pleased with the results and grabbed her black silk shawl from her wardrobe on the way out the door.



Everyone was gathered at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Hermione and Ginny. Sirius, Ron, Neville, Harry, Lavender and Ron’s date. A Hufflepuff by the name of Cara. Ginny was next to appear at the landing and the look on Harry’s face was priceless as she glided down the stairs and stood next to he and Lavender. Her perfume drifting into his nostrils causing him to inhale her deeply. Her date, Neville (Who had asked her as a friend) took her arm and smiled.



Snape stood at the entrance to the hall awaiting anyone to just try and sneak alcohol in. He noticed a group of people including Potter and Black, so he chose to investigate. As he reached the crowd, he saw her. She stood at the top of the stairs and smiled down at everyone. Sirius gasped and smiled up at her. Severus couldn’t tear his eyes away. She looked enchanting.



Hermione sailed down the stairs and straight into his arms… Black’s arms. Severus backed into the shadows before she saw him and waited for them to pass. He watched as the light changed and Hermione’s dress glimmered in green. Her shawl draped carelessly about her shoulders sliding down her silky skin. He closed his eyes remembering the feel of her skin and how touching it had caused her to moan gently under his caress as he massaged her.



Hermione had noticed him just before he ducked into the shadows and noticed the look of awe on his face. She smiled and carried on, determined that he would not ruin her night.



They entered the hall which was filling fast, grabbed drinks and found a table. Sirius went to talk to Remus at the buffet and Seamus and Neville came to sit with them, their dates in tow. Harry pulled something from his robes.



“Here you go. It’s the best I could get at such short notice.” Harry passed the small flask to Seamus who sniffed it and passed it back revealing three more of his own and motioning for Ron and Neville to take one each.



“What are you doing Harry?” Hermione asked.



“Oh lighten up. We’re leaving the far bowl of punch nice and clean so if your not looking on getting inebriated, then that’s the bowl for you.” Seamus answered smoothly.



“I didn’t say that. Its just that when everyone turns up drunk, who’s going to stand up and take the blame? I doubt either of you would and then everyone will be punished.” Hermione tutted.



“You know Herm, I think you could do with a swig. It’ll make you enjoy the party more and I promise that if anyone gets caught, they won’t be punished. Everyone knows what to do. Act too drunk to understand the teachers and convince them to let you rest, in the morning, say you can’t remember a thing.” Seamus grinned.



“Besides, we’ve never been caught before.” Harry grinned.



“Why Harry Potter, I do believe you have become a bad boy in your old age!” Hermione laughed. Why not? She reasoned looking at the flask her hand on her stomach. There was nothing to worry about and one little sip couldn’t hurt. Not if she was going to get rid of it anyway. Hermione grabbed the flask and poured a generous amount into her glass. She knocked it back in one gulp and smiled. For one night at least, she would like to forget about her troubles.



“Well point me to the right punch fellas cuz I’m gonna enjoy tonight.” She beamed.



The boys looked at each other and shrugged walking over to their assigned bowls.









An – oh Hermione what are you going to do???