Unwanted

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. Never have been never will be. Don't sue, just got kids and an ex husband

I'll continue this story if I get enough reviews, good and bad. I like constructive criticism. Flames will be saved to keep warm this winter, thanks

AN: The beginning is kind of condensed so I can get to the real action in later chapters, which really won't happen in the characters' world for another three years.

Hermione, like most other young girls, had dreamt of her wedding day. A church filled with roses and baby's breath was always the setting in her imagination, a long white gown being worn with her father walking her down the aisle. She would join the man whom she adored above all others, who'd be waiting by the priest, smiling only for her.

Her reality was a far cry from her youthful dreams. She stood next to her intended, but as far away from him as she possibly could. Albus Dumbledore had one arm around her shoulder consolingly. MacGonagall was on the other side of her, oh my, now he was her husband. Severus Snape was now married to her, was the one to save her from the Dark Revel with Voldemort. He was the one ordered to force her, and take her virginity. He was the man who was now the father of her unborn child, the unborn, unwanted child growing beneath her heart. As Snape led her from the Muggle vicar's office, she thought back to three weeks before, when she'd been forced to watch her
parents' torture and murder.

She'd been bound and gagged in the middle of Death Eaters when Voldemort had called his Potions Master to his side, offering the girl to him for his loyalty all these years. He'd taken her roughly, as expected by the Dark Lord, whispering apologies in her ear with each hard thrust into her virgin body. She lay there staring up at the sky, tears coursing down her cheeks into her hair. She never made a sound. She stayed in the same position as Snape withdrew and approached his master, begging him to let the potions master remove her from his sight, return her broken and abused to the Order.

The next thing she knew, she was in the Black House, guided in through the front door and into the waiting mothering arms of Molly Weasley. She rarely left her room, didn't acknowledge anyone besides Molly and Ginny, hardly ate. How she started throwing up, no one knew, but Molly, having experienced morning sickness many times, knew right from the start and told Dumbledore and Snape. Intellectually, Hermione knew that it was no more Snape's fault than it was her own, but she still hated everything about her capture, including the enforced rape of her body. Dumbledore, playing the benign leader of their group, told her that this had been the Dark Lord's plan, to
impregnate her and have something to hold over Snape'd head. Her marriage to Snape would prevent the other Death Eaters from touching her should she ever be taken into their 'custody' again. It must have been the 'honor among killers' syndrome. When she'd heard his argument, she laughed. The first laugh she'd uttered since before her capture.

"Miss Granger? You look quite unwell. Why don't you go upstairs to your room and rest." Snape whispered in her hair above her ear as he guided her into the Phoenix headquarters.

"I wouldn't know why I'd be unwell. Oh, yes, because your child is sapping my life, like the parasite that it is." She barely looked at the stairs as she ascended to the third floor. She didn't notice his pained expression. He was hurt as much as her, emotionally at least. Voldemort had someone realized while probing his mind that he had an affection for the Gryffindor Know-it-all friend of Harry Potter. His rape of the girl may not have hurt him physically, or even be as traumatic as her reaction, but his brutality toward Hermione had been one of the worst actions he'd ever had to perform while a Death Eater spy. It was one of only two times he'd ever cried in the
presence of the Headmaster.

"I'll be up tonight to finish the consumation, wife." He said hoarsely. He knew she was still hurting from her experience with his 'brethren,' but even she must know that it wasn't only his fault for what happened. And, although they'd been married by the Muggle vicar, the Ministry of Magic would have bound them by now and filed their marriage in their records. To finalize the marriage, he would have to sleep with his wife at least one more time. Severus watched Hermione stop at the second floor landing and turn to look at him with an expression of fear. He closed his
eyes and hurried up after her, hating himself for the flinching away she did when he neared. He leaned in close so the people below wouldn't hear his words. "Hermione, I promise you that it will not be like last time. But we must perform the final part of the ceremony or any other Death Eater may take you while you roam through Diagon Alley, or about Hogsmeade. I swear that I'll never touch you again afterwards, as long as you do not want my attention."

Hermione nodded her head and turned back to go up the next flight of stairs, but he took her arm gently in his hand.

"I know the situation is not desired, but you still bear my child. For it's safety and your own health, I wish you to eat. Please." He said softly. It was a word Hermione never thought she'd hear from her former Potions teacher lips. She looked up into his eyes and felt something for her unborn child for the first time, something other than anger, at least. The child was an innocent in this situation.

"Alright. Would..would you bring something up later, something light? Please." She repeated his entreaty. He nodded and released her arm, allowing her to retreat to her sanctuary.