Insomnia

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or the movies. That privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from writing of this story. Again, that privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I just want to thank everyone who reviewed on Chapter 8.
Midnightawakenonyou: Trust me there are going be more to come and no I do not have a beta.
RavenclawBabe: Totally, Snape does have a soul. He just can’t see it bcuz he thinks he’s a truly evil person. Hermione is one strong person. Girl Power lol.
Here is a long chapter to make up for my pathetically previous short chapter. I hope everyone likes this!

What to Expect When You’re Expecting

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The next two months were hell for Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors. She had started to experience morning sickness and her mood began to change. In the mornings, she had felt completely sick to her stomach. Morning Sickness made the loo her new best friend. She had lost weight and the food she had managed to keep down was small in proportion and very sweet. One morning, when everyone was having breakfast in the Great Hall, Ron had asked Hermione about her new eating habits. “Oi, Hermione. Why are you eating a Treacle Tart for breakfast?” Rona asked. He had truly regretted it. She had quickly snapped and blew up his pancakes, causing dough and syrup to cover Ron’s and his neighbors faced. She had got up and exited the Great Hall, leaving shocked faces in her trail.

At nights, Hermione had developed insomnia. Every night, she had tried to go to sleep. When she had slept, all of her dreams had turned into nightmares. All her nightmares were about reliving that episode and they all ended in darkness. Therefore, she stayed up until the wee hours in the morning resulting in the dark circles under her eyes. Due to the insomnia and her pregnancy, she was very tired and a gloom had formed over her. When people had approached her, she either snapped or she smiled at them. It was like a game of Russian roulette and nobody wanted to play. How Hermione managed to study for upcoming N.E.W.Ts and tutoring Harry and Ron as well as anybody else who needed it, was anybody’s guess. She still had to find a way to tell Snape that he had fathered a child with her as well as tell the Order, her parents and her friends. So much weight was on her tired shoulders. She would be joyously glad when school was out.

The weekend flew by and before anyone knew, it was Monday all over again. After she stopped and had a conversation with Ginny, Hermione realized that today, she had Potions and Transfiguration. Maybe today was the day she would tell Snape about her predicament. She grabbed her book bag and hurried towards the dungeons. When she had reached the classroom, Snape was already there. He was writing on the chalkboard when he spotted Hermione. “Miss Granger, I see you are punctual as ever.” He smirked. For some unknown reason, she had found that smirk sexy and she was glad he smiled, sort of. He was finally rising out of the ocean of guilt he had sunk in three months ago. To tell him now would make him sink back to the ocean floor. No, he needed to know. “Professor Snape, there’s something I need to tell you.” She said. Snape heard the serious tone in her voice. Worriedly, he placed the white chalk in its case. “What is it, Miss Granger?” He asked. Hermione fidgeted. She was so nervous. “I….I…” She stuttered. She was about to finish when a group of Slytherins had walked in. She bit her lower lip and went silently to her seat. Snape was interested. What was she trying to say? If that blasted lot had not come in she would have finished and he would have got his answer. When the rest of the class had settled in, Snape had announced the assignment for the day. Everyone had gotten to work immediately.

An hour later, all the students had labeled a vial with their name, gave it to Snape, and left the classroom. Hermione had purposely stayed behind. After Snape had safely packaged away the vials for grading, he turned towards Hermione. She had looked…different somehow yet he could not pinpoint what. “Miss Granger, would you like to finish our conversation from earlier?” He asked. His words had been ignored. She had not heard one word he had said. Instead, she was focused on something else, something naughty. She was staring intensely at his lips. They looked….delicious. She moved closer towards him thinking about how sweet they looked. She wanted a taste. When she had found herself chest to chest with him, she tiptoed to his mouth. Shockingly, she ran her tongue over his lips, tasting him. Without a warning, she kissed him. What surprised her is that he kissed her back and with eagerness!


Their kisses started lightly, hesitant of each other’s emotions. When Snape placed one hand on the small of her back ant the other at the base of her neck, both felt that the kisses should be deepened. She involuntary moaned in his mouth. His lower regions throbbed at that sensual sound. He attacked her pink, moist lips passionately, yet aggressively and she welcomed it. They stayed like that until one of Snape’s hands had removed itself her neck and found her breast. He caressed it through her robes. In an instant alarm sounds hand rung in her head. She pulled and backed away from him. What was she thinking? “I’m sorry. That should have never happened. I don’t know what came over me.” She said as she adjusted her robes. Snape was just as shocked as she was. Hermione Granger had suddenly kissed him! Before he had time to inquire about the kiss, she grabbed her book bag and ran out of his classroom.

Hermione Granger and Severus Snape were both in classrooms later that afternoon. Both were in different parts of the castle, one in the dungeons and one in the tower, and both were thinking of what had just occurred just hours ago. For both of them, the kiss had been surprisingly good and both were reluctant to admit to themselves that they wanted to continue what they had started. Snape was so into thought that he didn’t realize the timer had went off. The students had quietly placed their labeled vials on his desk and exited. When he had come to his senses, the potions classroom was empty. He stood up and carefully stored away the vials. When he had finished, he grabbed his wand and headed towards his private rooms.

Hermione was in the same situation. All throughout Transfiguration, she had thought only about her and Snape’s encounter. She didn’t know why she had did it only that he had looked delectable. Damn her and her sweet appetite! She felt so bad leaving him there but she had to get away from him. On the other hand, he had kissed her back. He had felt something towards her as well. She was completely immersed in her thoughts that she did not notice that class was over. McGonagall had gently shaken her shoulder, sending signals to her brain. After she realized that class was over, she quickly thanked McGonagall and darted up to her rooms.

Later that evening, Hermione had found herself in the hallway, having just come from a tryst with Ron in the Great Hall. She was furious from him snatching away her chocolate éclairs and her custard tart. With a wave of her wand, she again blew up the éclair, sending the dough and chocolate in his face. His smart neighbors had moved far away before they could catch the excess gunk. They learned earlier not to be in the same proximity with Ron when he had got on Hermione’s bad side. She stormed out of the Great Hall furious at not being able to satisfy her sweet tooth. She had walked aimlessly until she found herself at the dungeons. Without further ado she walked to the potions master’s rooms. She might as well get this whole baby thing out of the way. When she arrived, she knocked, once then twice. Figuring no one was in; she had turned to leave, when she had bumped into something black. She looked up and saw the man who had been on her mind recently. “Professor!” she said. He looked down at her. “What are you doing her, Miss Granger? Common sense says you shouldn’t be down here unattended.” “I’m sorry; I just wanted to talk to you about earlier.” She said. Snape sighed. He had been hoping she would come. “Very well, come in.”

He had opened the door for her. She had immediately sat down in one of the green chairs that had circled the little wooden table. He had waited for her to sit before he had; he was a gentleman after all. When both of them were seated, he had asked her if she would like anything to eat. Hermione jumped at the sound of food. “Oh, yes. I wouldn’t mind a chocolate éclair.” She said. He snapped his fingers and a house elf had appeared with a tray. She would’ve remarked about the treatment of house elves, but she had wanted to get this baby thing out of the way. After she was satisfied with the dessert, she turned towards him. “Professor,” she stated. “I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.” She said. Snape looked wide-eyed at her. She had said she was pregnant! He remembered she was a virgin when he had taken her. Pregnant! He slowly got up from the chair and stated to pace across the room. He looked at her. She couldn’t be, what three months? She was still so bloody tiny!

“How many months are you?” H e asked, knowing the answer. “I’m almost three months.” “When did you find out?” “The day I awoke.” He had stopped pacing and turned towards her. “You’d known for that long and you didn’t have the inkling to tell me?” He growled. Hermione stood her ground. “How could I have told you? You were drowning in your own guilt! Was I was supposed to be the cold hearted witch and drown you even further?” She asked. “No, but you were supposed to be the bloody Gryffindor that you are and heave the ‘courage’ to tell me!” Hermione moved so that she was standing in front of him. “Listen, maybe I was wrong not to tell you earlier but I had a damn good reason not to. How do you think I would feel if I let you drown? I would’ve lost you!” She blurted. Tears were forming in her eyes. Did she really mean that? She had or she would’ve had said it. Snape looked down at her. Something had warmed inside of him when she had said that. Did this mean she had looked past the monster inside of him? He suddenly grabbed her chin and slowly bent down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and heavenly. Somewhere deep inside of him, he had been waiting to kiss her like this, soft and passionately. His hands had found the small of he back and pulled him towards him, needing to feel her. She was lost in his kisses and his body. They stayed like that until one of his hands had found her breast. This time Hermione had made no move whatsoever that gave him a signal to stop. He had caressed her through her clothes and she had moaned. That moan was the last string that had held Snape in place. Once it snapped, he had pulled away from Hermione and in an instant; he had swooped her into his arms and carried her back into his rooms.

When he had reached his rooms, Hermione had frozen. This place had been the source of her dreams for the last three months. It had held a twinge of darkness for her. Snape had sensed her uneasiness. “Hermione, do you want to be here?” He asked. Hermione looked at him. She was a strong person, she could handle this. “Professor, whether I want to be here is irrelevant. I need to get past this and the only way I’ll ever accomplish that is to face my problems head on.” Spoken like a true Gryffindor. “Call me Severus. We have long past the point where we still had to use formalities.” He said. She smiled. They were far past that point. He placed her on the bed and unbuttoned his black robes. “I won’t do anything that would upset you.” He said. She unbuttoned hers as well. “I know” She breathed. H had continued to undress himself until he had removed every piece of article of clothing he was wearing. He stood in all of his glory for her to see. He had a gorgeous body. She didn’t have the luxury of taking in his body the previous time so she made up for it now. His torso was delectable, everything about him was delectable.

He had eased onto the bed. He had made sure he didn’t hurt her in any way. He took his time taking her clothes off. H had started with her innocent white blouse and her grey skirt. Anything that had to do with her house was discarded immediately. By the time he was finished, she was left in her plain, innocent white bra and panties. He gently removed those, reveling in her nakedness. She was not used to anyone seeing her naked and seeing her distress, Snape had planted light kisses on her neck, breast, and stomach. After she has relaxed, he cupped one breast in her hand and began sucking on it. He carefully nipped the darken buds. Hermione moaned at this new sensation. Fire had ignited in her, traveling down to the apex between her thighs. She felt some thing sticky between her thighs and started to rub her legs together in an attempt to control the fire. Snape noticed her movements and quickly calmed her down. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll be the one to soothe your burning core.” With his index finger, he slowly entered her womanly folds. She was so wet, so randy for him. He slowly moved his fingers in and out, in and out. She had never experienced something like this. She felt naughty yet sexy at the same time. Who knew this kind of penetration was so incredible? He had felt her shift, silently urging him to go deeper which he granted her request. She moaned much louder now, as she felt a knot quickly formed in her lower regions. The knot was growing much faster and she was enjoying every single second of it. Suddenly she shrieked and came, sending hot wetness over Snape’s finger and into his palm. He carefully pulled his wet finger from her folds. In her wonder, he brought the digit towards his mouth and tasted the heavenly juice.

Hermione was amazed. She would have never thought something like that would feel so good. He kissed her on her mouth and she had tasted her essence as well. She wasn’t revolted; it was just new to her. “Hermione pet, I want to make sure that when we go though with this, you’re okay.” He said. She stared into his eyes. They were sincere and full of another emotion she couldn’t identify. “Yes.” She said. He pressed a finger into her folds and was surprised to find that she was still wet. He removed his finger and gently pressed his penis into her folds. Slowly, he filled himself inside her. Hermione shrieked. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it had hurt. Tears were forming around her eyes. Snape had kept going until he was all the way in. She had felt herself being impaled with something hard and long. The tears that were there had begun to escape and were now freely running down her cheeks. Snape had kissed her tears. “I’m sorry. It should be more pleasurable for you from now on.” H had begun a slow yet passionate rhythm as he glided himself. She had quickly forgotten about the pain and had instead focused on the pleasure his was creating. Snape had started slowly but after he had saw Hermione enjoying the sensations he was giving her, he had sped up, not to his usual pace but one she would be more comfortable. She enjoyed the feelings she was experiencing. He was kissing her everywhere and caressing her. Her body was putty for him. Her small hands were exploring every inch she could touch. She ran her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t greasy at all. In fact, it was smooth and silky. She involuntarily grabbed his hair as a shock had run through her. Once again, that knot was forming inside of her. It grew and grew until it burst, sending her to her orgasm. Snape had let out a grunt. He had bit her throat as his seed powerfully spilled into her. Many minutes later, Snape had carefully rolled from the dainty witch. He had caressed her soft cheek only to be greeted with a light snore. He laughed silently to himself. He summoned sheets to the bed and covered the sleeping witch. After positioning himself beside her, he had stated to fall asleep himself. Before he had succumbed to the peacefulness of sleep, he thought about how his and her life would change at the coming morning.


A/N: I am so happy I finished this chapter. It has been my longest and toughest chapter to date. Plz don’t get mad at me for the lemony scenes. I may be engaged but I suck at writing lemon scenes. R/R.