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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so

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A/N: Thanks to my lovely beta, Mamacita for everything she does. My punctuation really is abominable without her
Ginnylovesharry07 — Sorry you thought it was too short, it was longer than the previous one. At least I’m trying to update a couple of times a week, rather than once a month or six months or something like some of the stories I’m following.
Voracious Reader — Wow loads of questions. So here’s the cryptic answers: So hmmm . . . yes . . . who? Perhaps we should start a book on it. Maybe, maybe not; that remains to be seen, hmmm . . . maybe. Snape’s just about to find out (although I’m sure he’ll have realised already as she didn’t exactly rush back for his potion) and I think we’ll get an idea of his feelings shortly.
Werewolfhime — I can’t help thinking that you might be just the teensiest bit biased in favour of Lucius, but I love your enthusiasm that they should be together. At least you were happy with the way Ron handled things.
Heidi191976 — Of course it would help if she actually talked to Harry properly, but you know she won’t because as usual Hermione knows she’s right. She’s convinced that Ron betrayed her and she doesn’t want to discuss it further, even if Harry was willing.
Byrony — Yeah I’m feeling the love for Ron there. To be honest I think he’s acting pretty much like a scared teenage boy and they aren’t all that well-known for their supportive natures, unfortunately.
Meankitty69 — I think you’ve hit the nail right on the head there . . . .
Elphaba — Yep, things are a little explosive, but I expect the trio will deal with it in their usual manner
Megan & Catysmom — Thanks for the reviews — Here's the next chapter, enjoy! Dx

Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, depressed as hell. She was definitely showing now and had to keep her robe on at all times in public places to ensure that no one realised she was pregnant. She assumed most people were still in the dark, as she had not received any comments yet, but she wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer as she was now six months gone.
Her relationship with Ron was still non-existent and even Harry spoke to her only occasionally. Ginny was still her friend but Hermione felt she couldn’t confide in her — after all, she was Ron’s sister and Harry’s girlfriend. So loneliness had been added to her burdens.
She was seeing Simon again. Initially, she had kept away from him, but she had desperately needed someone to talk to and he, at least, knew her situation. He had been extremely sympathetic when she had told him about what had happened with Ron and had immediately renewed his offer of support, which after a short period of consideration, Hermione had gratefully accepted.
They were still meeting in secret, mainly in the Room of Requirement now as it was more comfortable than the boathouse, although they had been to Hogsmeade a couple of times, Simon keeping her company while she bought a new school uniform to fit her expanding size.
But now she was turning into a whale and she was worried that Simon would no longer be interested in her. All very well for him to say that he would when she was still thin and attractive and they were having regular sex, but now that she was turning into a blob monster, what could the attraction possibly be?
Fortunately, Hermione’s parents had been surprisingly supportive, too, not appearing to think she was an idiot for her predicament — or at least not telling her so. She spent a great deal of time writing to them about the changes that were taking place in her body since they weren’t around to experience it with her.
Hermione smoothed her jumper down over her bulging stomach and carefully did up the robe so it covered the bump, then picked up the latest letter to her parents and made her way down to the Owlery to post it.
She checked her watch. She had just enough time to get some last-minute breakfast before heading off to her first lesson of the day, Potions. The good thing was that in being so late for breakfast she would have probably missed Harry and Ron. As she entered the Great Hall she quickly scanned the Gryffindor table. She was right: no Ron or Harry, but Neville and Ginny were still there.
‘Morning,’ Hermione said as brightly as she could. She sat down and poured a cup of tea and a glass of milk.
‘Hi, Hermione, how’s it going?’ Ginny asked. She was aware that Hermione was no longer friends with her brother and had little contact with Harry, but had never known the reason. She had hoped that Hermione might decide to confide in her at some point but it had never happened. However, it didn’t impact on Ginny’s friendship with her; they remained as close as sisters on everything else.
‘It’s a lovely morning out there,’ Hermione said. ‘I’ve just been to post a letter to my mum and dad. I almost didn’t want to come back inside, especially as I have to spend the morning in the gloomy old dungeons with Snape.’ She laughed and bit into a piece of toast.
Neville shivered and gave a small groan.
‘What’s the matter, Neville?’ Hermione asked, noting the boy’s pained expression.
‘I haven’t finished my Potions homework,’ he admitted unhappily. ‘I just got completely confused by it and got lost. Snape’s going to kill me.’
Hermione smiled kindly and patted his hand soothingly. ‘Don’t worry, Neville, we’ve got a few minutes left. Where is it? Let’s have a look at what you’ve done.’
‘I’ll leave you to it,’ Ginny told them. ‘But make sure you don’t lose track of time. You don’t want to be late. You don’t want to give the greasy git an opportunity to take more points from us.’
‘No. That definitely wouldn’t be good,’ Hermione confirmed with a frown. ‘Have fun!’
Ginny snorted. ‘Hardly. I’ve got Divination with old Trelawney. A yawn a minute!’
‘I don’t know why you don’t give that up,’ Hermione said, taking Neville’s parchment from him and unrolling it.
‘What would I do instead? At least Divination’s easy,’ Ginny laughed, and slinging her bag over her shoulder she headed out of the room with a wave back at her friends.
Hermione studied Neville’s parchment carefully. ‘You’ve done really well, Neville,’ she said encouragingly. ‘You’ve definitely got the general gist, but you’ve missed a couple of important things.’ She passed him the parchment. ‘Okay, just write down what I say, but make it quick ‘cos we need to go in a minute and I can’t run.’

She and Neville made it to the Potions classroom with only seconds to spare. She had to stop outside for a second to get her breath back, the extra weight of the baby was tiring her out far more easily than before, and now she had a chronic backache too. Neville was just about to open the door when it swung open to reveal Professor Snape, his fiercest scowl firmly in place, obviously coming to look for the pair of them.
‘Mr Longbottom, Miss Granger, so nice of you to join us,’ he said coldly.
He looked at Hermione, who was busy trying to recover, and his face softened slightly. Motioning for Neville to enter, he asked her quietly, ‘Are you quite all right, Miss Granger?’
‘Yes, Professor,’ Hermione panted. ‘I’ve got a backache and walking seems to take twice as long. I’m sorry.’
Snape nodded. ‘Well, take your seat and I’ll find you something for the backache.’
Hermione looked at him gratefully and slowly made her way to her seat. She noticed Harry look at her in concern but Ron was, as usual, completely ignoring her.
‘Today’s potion is a restorative draught for use during pregnancy,’ Snape said, waving his wand at the board. A list of ingredients and instructions appeared. ‘It is very effective in combating morning sickness, which contrary to popular belief doesn’t always occur in the morning nor only in the early months of pregnancy. This is an easy enough potion for those at N.E.W.T. level, so I think you can work individually today.’
He walked over to Harry and Ron’s table and looked directly at Ron. ‘You’ll be able to feel good about the support you’ll be giving the expectant mother,’ he sneered nastily.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Did Snape know about Hermione’s baby? And did he think Ron was the father? Hermione had caught the inference too and bit her lip nervously. She didn’t want Ron kicking off in class. Now was definitely not the time for everyone to find out that she was the expectant mother.
‘You do not need to discuss your potion with anyone else,’ Snape continued smoothly. ‘I suggest you begin immediately, as you will not be able to leave until the potion has been bottled and labelled.’
There was a frantic scrabbling as students rushed to get ingredients, realising that the brewing time was quite tight. If they didn’t get moving they would be working into their lunch break.
Snape looked at Hermione. ‘Miss Granger, could you come with me for a moment, please?’
Hermione nodded and followed Snape into his office, then through to his private laboratory. Once again he was checking over his phials of potions.
‘I take it that you have discussed your predicament with Mr Weasley?’ he asked interestedly.
‘Yes, Professor,’ Hermione replied, trying not to sound bitter.
‘And his response?’
‘He doesn’t want to know. He’s not talking to me anymore.’
Snape nodded. ‘And what about Potter?’ He handed her a phial of blue liquid. ‘This will ease your backache.’
Hermione sighed. ‘He’s not really talking to me either. I guess Ron made him choose — him or me — and he’s always been Ron’s friend first.’ She opened the phial and drank the liquid. It had a strangely herbal taste that she couldn’t quite place.
‘And yet you chose to keep the baby?’
‘I had already decided, sir. I told you, I don’t believe in abortion.’ Hermione looked miserable but noticed that her back was already feeling more comfortable.
‘And how are you coping without your friends to support you?’ Snape’s voice sounded concerned.
‘I told my parents and they’ve been very good,’ Hermione replied. ‘At least they didn’t give me a lecture about how stupid I’ve been. It’s not been too bad so far, but I think it’s going to get harder from here on in. I’m showing now and I won’t be able to keep it a secret much longer.’ She opened her robe to reveal the bump. ‘I don’t know how everyone else will treat me once they know. Obviously, Malfoy and his cronies will have a field day, but I’m a bit worried that everyone will snub me. Especially as I can’t reveal who the father is.’
‘You will not have to worry about any Slytherin comments,’ Snape promised her. Hermione was surprised. Why was Snape being so kind to her?
‘How is your back now?’ he asked.
‘Much better,’ Hermione replied with a smile. ‘I think I can almost walk now.’ She chuckled.
Snape smiled. It was a strange sight, but not unpleasant. ‘It will be too late for you to start brewing the restorative draught now. You’d end up missing lunch — not a good idea for someone in your condition,’ he said evenly. ‘However, you can brew this potion instead. It takes less time and will give you a supply for a couple of days until you find time to brew some more. Return to your seat and I will find you the recipe.’
Hermione did as he requested and soon started work on the new potion, noticing that Harry was looking with interest at what she was doing. Snape walked around the class checking progress and making comments about potion quality, sending a few choice barbed comments Ron’s way. By the end of the lesson, Hermione actually found herself feeling a little sorry for Ron.
The class filed out as they finished their potions, each person taking their completed sample to the front of the class before leaving. Hermione was just finishing her potion and didn’t mind being the last to leave. She grabbed the clean glass phials and strained the mixture into them, pleased to see that the potion was the exact same colour as that given to her by Snape. He came to watch her progress.
‘A very good potion,’ he said, looking at one of the filled bottles. He tasted a little. ‘Excellent. Just the right blend of wormwood and wintergreen. You really are a very good potions maker, Miss Granger.’
Hermione flushed with pleasure. She had never had such high praise from Professor Snape before.
‘You realise that this potion was considerably more advanced than the one I set the rest of the class?’ Snape said.
Hermione nodded. ‘It was a challenge. But I really enjoyed seeing how all the different ingredients came together.’
Snape smiled again. ‘You can become a Potions Mistress if you choose,’ he told her seriously. ‘Assuming you decide that you no longer want to be an Auror.’
Hermione laughed. ‘To be honest, I’ve never really seen myself as an Auror. I always thought I might become a Healer.’
Snape considered for a moment. ‘Good choice, Miss Granger,’ he told her as she cleaned her cauldron. ‘Now, time for lunch.’
Hermione put the phials of backache-relief potion into her bag.
‘Oh yes, I forgot,’ Snape said. He handed her several phials of the restorative potion. ‘I assume you are still suffering from morning sickness? You certainly seem to be on occasion.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes. I thought it had stopped for a while, but some days it’s awful. Thank you.’ She indicated the phials, which she added to the ones already in her bag.
‘Let’s hope Mr Weasley doesn’t find himself in detention,’ Snape said drolly, ‘otherwise, he might end up becoming an expert in baby potions.’ He gave a smirk and then turned and headed out the door.
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