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What Happens Now?	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16016 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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What Happens Now?

Chapter Twelve

It took Hermione a good few minutes for her brain to actually process what had just happened, after which she decided before she decided to try and bring up the incident with him she would let him think it over also. So she cleared the table and washed the dishes before going and finding one of the many books to read and sitting herself down in the living room by the fire.

He had been angry one minute and if she thought about it he was allowed to be angry. Of course a man would normally be angry if his wife kissed another man, she was just hoping he would be a little more reasonable considering that theirs was not exactly a normal marriage and she had been expected to drop all relations and feelings with Ron and get married to her old Professor in the space of a month. They had nearly been married six months now, perhaps if she had issues she should have dealt with them a long time before she did.

Anyway the next minute she had felt like she was being hunted, preyed upon and then he had kissed her. How complicated did that make things? Obviously kissing your husband was normal but...she just hadn’t let herself expect it from him. They hadn’t even kissed at the wedding since it was a ministry affair. God...their first kiss had happened in the middle of an argument because she had kissed someone else and he had backed away as if nothing had happened.

He had to have felt something though, he certainly kissed her like he meant it and as surprising as it is there’s definitely something there. Hermione almost laughed to herself at the thought she was attracted to her husband! Crazy!

Severus meanwhile had retreated to the safety of his private basement. To begin with he just paced for a minute or two cursing himself for his actions but after a while he began to process his thoughts and calmed himself down so that he was able to start brewing. He had decided to make use of the summer by brewing all the stocks that the infirmary would need in the following year, he had also thought it would be a good reason to have alone time, away from his wife.

He just couldn’t stand the thought that his wife, the woman carrying his child had kissed another man. Why did he kiss her? What on earth was he trying to prove? Just because they had managed to form a friendship of sorts over the past few months to allow them to live together for coming decades without driving one another completely mental, he hadn’t ever actually planned on sleeping with his wife again.

He mentally cursed himself for not actually thinking that idea through. He hadn’t actually thought of the fact that if he was never going to sleep with his wife then he wouldn’t actually be sleeping with anyone unless he went elsewhere. He had just made his thoughts on Hermione looking elsewhere for such things unacceptable so he had effectively doomed them both to a life lacking any physical contact due to his lack of planning.

So they had two choices; either he allowed her to go elsewhere so that he could also...or he slept with his wife. He was horrified at the thought, not because picturing Hermione in such a manner was unappealing...on the contrary he now found himself quite easily picturing her moaning beneath him or bouncing above him with her nice round breasts moving in time...he growled and threw himself down into his chair in frustration. A couple of weeks ago he would never had been able to picture such a thing but since dancing with her at the blasted Weasley’s wedding he couldn’t stop the images from springing to mind.

All of this was Wealsey’s fault! Regardless of whether it actually was or not it felt far better to blame him!

What was horrifying was the fact that it was a complication that he had wanted to avoid, not to mention that she would not necessarily like the idea of sleeping with him despite her reaction to his kiss earlier. After all, their first time was not something he was proud of. It barely seemed real now since the memory was impaired thanks to his alcohol intake before the event. He had wanted to spare Hermione the pain and embarrassment of having sex with her former Professor against her will. Not that it was him forcing her, it was the ministry...but he still felt disgusted with himself for it even now. He doubted he’d ever forget it.

He couldn’t entirely blame Hermione for letting that moron kiss her, in her eyes she may have thought it would be the last kiss she would get. If he was honest he wasn’t all that angry with her, she loved the boy and couldn’t exactly help it that instead the ministry had thrown her straight to someone else. However he couldn’t get the thought of it out of his head. It was picturing it that kept driving him mad.

He waited until he heard the stairs creaking as Hermione made her way to bed before he dared emerge from the basement. He froze when he reached the top of the stone steps out of the basement only to see Hermione standing on the bottom step of the stairs staring at him.

Hermione was slightly impressed that her trick had worked. He was clearly avoiding her and when he did she knew he rarely made an appearance before she went to sleep. Normally she left him to it but this time she needed to face him. Maybe if they had another argument it would put an end to the stirrings in her stomach that refused to go away...either that or he could maybe kiss her again and they’d get an awful lot worse.

“Don’t you dare.” Hermione said quickly, as she noticed Severus foot lean backwards. “Take one step down there and I swear I will follow you down there until you talk to me privacy or no privacy.”

“Being pregnant is giving you quite a gob.” He muttered.

“Oh deal with it.” Hermione retorted, crossing the living room to the sofa and sitting down. “Why did you run away?”

“I hardly think that could be called running.” He replied, not moving.

“You know what I’m talking about.” She said bluntly. “I would have thought having your past, you’d be able to face a pregnant nineteen year old.”

“Well there lies the problem doesn’t it.” He spat, pacing over to stand in front of her. “Nineteen Hermione, you are nineteen!”

“Which I’m pretty sure makes me an adult despite your opinion. Not to mention I’m your wife and already pregnant!” she shouted. “What on earth are you trying to avoid because I’m pretty sure the ministry doesn’t care whether I’m nineteen or not! They don’t care about all these seventeen year old witches and wizards that they’re forcing into marriage and throwing children at! They don’t care that all these children will grow up in horrible home environments because their parents don’t love each other and they don’t care that they could be taking away peoples hopes and dreams for a future! They don’t care so why the hell do you?!”

By this time Hermione wasn’t bothering to hide the fact that she was crying, she had tried to act so grown up and logical since the law came into effect. Since she could do nothing about it she had really tried to take it as it came and rationalise everything...but she couldn’t.

“Because I do care.” She heard him say, only now he was closer to her, he now knelt in front of her, looking up at her and placing his hand on her leg. “Hermione age aside I am not a very pleasant man to be around, I cannot love you Hermione and it wouldn’t be fair to let you get close to me only to never love you. I am all wrong for you, all I can try to do is look after you and try to stop you getting hurt.”

“Why?” she asked quietly, meeting his eyes for the first time.

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you love me?” she asked. “I don’t mean now, I just mean one day...when we’re old, lived are lives together for years...why not?”

“I won’t let myself love anyone Hermione, not even you.” He replied carefully.

“What about our baby?” she asked, wiping her eyes.

“That’s different. The child will always be mine, a part of me.” He replied, getting up to sit next to her on the sofa. Hermione knew he’d never offer more of an explanation than that but she didn’t need one. Clearly someone had hurt him, or someone hadn’t loved him back...whatever the reason for it he wouldn’t let himself love someone not because he couldn’t but because he was afraid. Severus Snape was afraid of something. She smiled slightly to herself at the discovery that he was a lot more human than he liked to act and slowly uncurled herself from her position huddled up in the corner of the sofa before curling up against her husband.

“I’ll always be yours as well, Hermione Snape, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, ‘til death do us part.” Hermione said softly.

“That’s muggle vows, we said no such thing.” He snorted, but didn’t move her from her spot curled into his side.

“I don’t care. We got married and marriage is for life so I’m afraid whether you like it or not you’re stuck with me.” She replied, reaching behind her to grab her book before she started to read from her spot at his side.

Severus stayed silent; he was actually sat in thought about what she had said. There were far worse people to be stuck with than the young bookworm beside him. In fact although he never would have picked her due to the age gap if he were to list qualities that he would be searching for in a wife...he had to admit that she had most of them.

After a few moments he realised that Hermione had no intention of moving so he summoned a book for himself. He was interrupted a few moments later by Hermione’s shaking shoulders.

“Whatever do you find so amusing?” he asked.

“Us.” She grinned up at him.

“Why in heavens name is this amusing to you?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as if dreading the answer.

“Well, anyone else I know would definitely tell me off for reading on a Saturday night.” She laughed. “Ginny always did say I acted like I was middle aged. Apparently that’s a downer on a night out.”

“I wouldn’t know I tend to avoid nights out.” He replied.

“Did you know I actually took a book with me to Ginny’s hen party?” Hermione grinned up at him.

“That hardly surprises me.” He drawled.

“Ginny was horrified, it was the only reason she let me get away with not having a hen party.” She laughed. “Like I really wanted to go get drunk in a bar where I can’t hear anything other than horrid music and then watch wizards stripping. How embarrassing!”

“Quite.” He said dryly. Hermione went back to her reading in silence until sure enough Severus saw her drop her book. She seemed to have a habit of reading on the sofa and falling asleep, he wondered if she knew that he was the one that had to constantly carry her to bed or if she was under the impression that she somehow manages to stumble to bed by herself.

He continued to read until he had finished his chapter and then glanced at the clock, noting that it was nearly midnight he lifted Hermione’s legs across him so that he could lift her into his arms and carefully carried her upstairs. It was certainly a bit more awkward trying to carry her up the stairs than it was just crossing the rooms to the bedroom at Hogwarts. He had to be careful not to bump her head on the wall of the narrow staircase or catch her feet on the banister but eventually he made it to the bedroom in one piece and settled her in the bed fully clothed. There was no way he was undressing her that was certain.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews and support! Special thanks to TalisRuadair for your advice. I don't know about the British education system as a whole but I would say mine may have been lacking since I don't remember any lessons on proper uses of commas etc. In Primary school which is between the ages of 4 and 11 I remember having been told what punctuation marks were and what they did roughly. But in secondary school ages 11-16 I don't really remember having that lesson in any further detail. Actually when I see on TV American high schools having English lessons discussing poetry and books in detail I always feel a little jealous because although we did observe some poetry and literature in our lessons, to be honest it wasn't anything as advanced as I usually see on TV (although it having been on TV I also don't know if it is entirely accurate I suppose). I think that perhaps in England we take English for granted? It's a shame really and now I finally know what people mean when they say run-on sentences! I had no clue what people were talking about because they kept saying there's a few run-on sentences but not being more specific! This chapter was already written so similar mistakes will be in this, I'm sure! I will however work on trying to spot them when I'm writing, so hopefully they will become less frequent.
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