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Written in Blood	By : Corinna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Morning, love."
Hermione stretched luxuriantly, and mused that this was a far better way to wake up than the last time she had slept in this bed. She blinked, confused to see sunlight, and then realized the window must be enchanted to look like the sky outside. Then she looked to her side, and saw her husband.
Oh, she liked the sound of that. Her husband. She could get used to that. Well, she thought, she was going to have to. It hadn't quite sunk in last night, but she now realized that she was no longer Hermione Granger, the person she had been since birth. Gazing into her husband's eyes, she kissed him slowly, and murmured, "Good morning, Mr. Snape."
He slid his right hand around her waist, gathering her to him. She loved the feel of his skin on hers, even when it wasn't in the heat of the moment. His hand traveled up to tangle itself gently in her hair, and he purred back, "And to you, Mrs. Snape."
His face took on a brief instant of revulsion, and she, alarmed, asked, "What is it? What's wrong?"
He shook his head, as if to clear it of some foul picture. "It is only…Mrs. Snape is my mother, and once that association took hold…"
Hermione shivered as well. From what she had heard, no one should ever have to be reminded of that woman, least of all in his marriage bed. She suggested, "Why don't we just stick to first names, hmmm?"
His hand slid down to grope her arse, and she squeaked. "How about," he murmured, close to her ear, "we stick to each other?"
She could feel he was aroused, and was quite aroused herself, but she still struggled indignantly. "Severus," she hissed, "it's got to be eight o' clock in the morning!"
His grin widened as he continued to knead her flesh. "Exactly."
He was progressing quite nicely, and she could feel herself giving in to his embrace, when a thought struck her. "Severus!" She sat bolt upright, surprising him into doing the same.
"Yes?"
She turned to him with a stricken look in hyes.yes. "It's the first day of term! We have classes!" With no more than that, she launched herself from the bed, hunting desperately for some appropriate clothing.
With a groan, her husband collapsed back onto the bed. "Surely you don't think they expect us in school today!"
Having located her uniform in the adjacent room, she called back, "That's not the point! Some things cannot be missed! And," she hopped into the room, attempting to put her sock on at the same time, "whom do you trust to take over potions lessons in your absence?"
"Hermione," he began, "I do not, under any circumstances, trust anyone with my Potions lesson, as you ought to know." He continued to lie motionless and naked on the bed.
Frantically dragging a hrushrush through her hair, she asked, "Then why the bloody hell aren't you up yet?!"
With slow deliberation, he raised himself onto his elbows to look at her. "Because I plan on canceling all Potions classes for today…" He crossed to his bride and encircled her with his arms, finishing, "in honor of my honeymoon."
She kissed him, smiling, then shoved him back onto the bed. Putting the finishing touches on her robes, she informed him, "If you think missing your own classes is the way to my heart, you can bloody well think again!"
With that, she flounced out of the room to begin her first day as Mrs. Hermione Snape.
Her husband shook his head in wonder. "Well," he grumbled as he began the search for his robes, "at least I know she's immune to Lupin."
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The next few months were eminently strange for both of them. In class, they decided, they would act the same as usual. No endearments, no special treatment whatsoever. If it had been any other student than Hermione, Snape often thought, her consistent high marks in his class might have been the subject of controversy. As it was…no one even thought twice about favoritism. Not that Hermione herself would have condoned any sort of ritiritism. She had always hated cheating, and worked so hard for every one of her grades that the thought of Hermione Gran--er, Snape cheating hardly occurred to anyone.
She was treated the exact same in his class as everyone else, and she treated him just like any of her other teachers. Except, he reflected, when she called them 'Professor', she probably didn't have that damned smirk on her face. At least, she had better not!
She did have to intervene on one occasion in his grading habits, however, to keep him from failing Ron because of the dirty looks he kept shooting at Snape.
Her pregnancy continued to progress, and she was showing before March. Usually, the school could not condone a pregnant student, but there were rather extenuating circumstances, as she was married to a teacher. Besides, she was eighteen, after all, and had been since October seventh, not counting her time-turning adventures.
Hermione's progress continued steadily in her other classes as well, without noticeable change, until she started having morning sickness. After the initial problem with her husband, who insisted on rushing her to the hospital wing every time she looked slightly green to make sure she was still healthy, she became accustomed he dhe disgusting feeling.
The first real scare the couple had came in mid-March. In the middle of Advanced Transfiguration, Hermione had been attempting to change her chair into a horse, and had abruptly fainted. Only Draco Malfoy's fast acting saved her from hitting her head, as he dashed over to catch her, and carried her to the Hospital Wing himself, with Harry and Ron tagging along behind. Ma Pom Pomfrey had told her there was nothing wrong but pregnancy, but the news still nearly gave Snape a coronary when he heard of the incident.
He had expected that they would fall into a routine as they lived together, and they did; but the routine kept changing as the couple moved gradually though the various stages of pregnancy. Much harder to deal with, from Snape's point of view, than her morning sickness, were her cravings. By May, she could no longer eat in the Great Hall, as the conflicting smells and flavors made her nauseous every time she went there close to a meal. Instead, Dumbledore appointed them their own house-elf, who made her whatever meal she wanted, despite her repeated attempts to set Kibby free.
After her third attempt to hide socks or hats between two dishes and hand them to the elf, Snape made it perfectly clear to the elf that if he wanted to retain his life of servitude, he'd better only accept objects from him. Unfortunately, Hermione overheard the dialogue, and her husband only just managed to escape the carved dragon she hurled at his head.

He shook his head, remembering, and wondering why anyone would choose to marry. His question was answered for him, though, as he walked into his chamber and saw his wife there, smiling and waiting for him.

Oh, he thought as he leaned over and kissed just the top of her head, That's why.

Thank you, everyone!

PS: If anyone would like to contribute their thoughts on what the baby's name should be, go ahead! I'm totally open to ideas!
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