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What Happens Now?	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16016 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own the characters or anything else recognisable and I don't make any money from writing this.

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Author’s Notes: Oh my god! I’m am soooo sorry for taking so long to update! I’m quick badly anaemic and since being pregnant it’s gotten worse and I feel like all I need to do is sleep! Plus there is the minor detail that at 14+ weeks I still can’t keep any food down but anyways on with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from this it is only for fun. (and let’s face it it is fun!)

A special thanks to my lovely beta JenJenSon for getting this chapter back so quick and if you’re a Harry Potter fan do check out her stories because they’re awesome!

What Happens Now?

Chapter Fourteen

Hermione and Severus had managed a whole week of each other’s company acting perfectly civil, friendly even. Hermione was remarkably happy; she was in a comfortable home, with a nice growing bump and intelligent conversation to keep her company. What could be bad about that? Well...his temper of course.

Hermione had spent the afternoon in the garden, she was harvesting as many of the herbs and plants as she could to be moved to their new house while her husband was spending the day speaking to estate agents. He had asked her if she wanted to go but at the time she was feeling a little tired and hot and didn’t really want to spend the day wandering around looking at houses or sat in little rooms talking about houses. She trusted that he would make a good choice anyway; after all he had to live there too.

Of course by the afternoon she had felt much better and very bored so she started to work in the garden. That was when her husband came home. She heard him before he even stepped out of the back door.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing woman?!” he ranted at her.

“What on earth does it look like?” she asked, glancing up at him and squinting from the sun.

“Ruining all my potions ingredients that’s what!” he snapped back. “Not to mention the danger to the baby with the poisonous ones!”

“Will you calm down I’ve ruined nothing!” she answered back getting to her feet, granted it took a little while for her to do that now that she was getting rather large.

“Well what have you done with them?!” he demanded.

“On the kitchen table in the jars that you just walked past, which you would have seen if you had stopped to open your eyes before opening your mouth and shouting at me.” She muttered back. She very quickly found her personal space invaded as he stepped forward and bore his eyes down on hers. She tried very hard to hold her ground but in the end her balance let her down and she took a small step backward.

“Do not get smart with me Hermione.” He growled. “There were only a few jars on the table so where are the rest?”

“In the cupboard, unless they are the poisonous ones in which case they are in the ground where you left them. I’m not stupid.” She replied quietly, giving up on the fight and just wanting to go indoors for a nice cold drink. His closeness was beginning to do funny things to her insides.

He looked a little deflated in his argument too but said nothing in response. Instead he let her turn away from him and head to the house.

“And that’s what I get for trying to help.” She muttered as she left.

~*~*~

Three days later and they were back to being civil again, although as usual no apology came. Hermione however was beginning to get frustrated. She had on occasion thought about that day that he had kissed her, it was probably the most passionate kiss she had ever had so how could she not think about it from time to time. The problem now was that ever since their most recent argument she had been wishing that he had done it again. Very badly. She had even tried to relieve some of her feelings herself but found it not very successful...perhaps she could get a book on the subject that may instruct her on how to relieve these...strange feelings.

So the next day on her shopping trip with Ginny where they both treated themselves to a few little baby items she very nearly did just that but wasn’t sure if she could get away with buying it without Ginny seeing and it was far too embarrassing to get caught with...not to mention what her husband would think if he ever came across it in the house...no it was far to risky.

“’Mione what the hell is wrong with you today?” Ginny asked as they sat down for a quick drink and to rest their feet. “You’ve been agitated and distracted all day.”

“I don’t know Gin...if it makes you feel any better it’s annoying me as much as it’s annoying you.” She sighed.

“If you weren’t pregnant I’d say you were just in need of a good shagging but I think you’ve already managed that one just fine.” A voice came from behind them.

“Ronald!” Ginny and Hermione chided at the same time.

“Good afternoon ladies.” He grinned taking a seat at their table.

“Oh yes enter with a line about shagging and then move on to the common courtesies.” Hermione murmured.

“What are you doing here?” Ginny asked him rudely.

“Um...I saw you sat down and thought I’d say hello? Can’t I say hello to my favourite little sister?” he asked.

“Not, when I’m have a girly day out you can’t.” Ginny replied. “I need to talk to Hermione about something important and you’re here so scoot.”

“Um...alright fine.” He huffed. “See you back at Hogwarts then Hermione.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.” Hermione nodded, looking at Ginny in complete bewilderment as her friend left. “What was that about?”

“My idiot brother just hit the nail right on the head.” Ginny told her urgently. “You Hermione Snape are in need of a good shagging.”

“Excuse me?!” Hermione spluttered, putting her glass swiftly back on the table.

“Don’t you get it, my mum did say pregnant women can get horny. Trust me last week Harry couldn’t keep me off of him.” Ginny explained.

“OK, Ginny I don’t really want to picture Harry doing that thanks.” Hermione replied pulling a face.

“And you think I want to picture you and Professor Snape?” Ginny asked indignantly. “Look my point is, last week I was horny as hell and this week I hate the thought of it and next week who knows! So Hermione you’re probably just really horny and just need a good roll around in the bedroom.”

“Um Gin...Severus and I don’t...do that.” Hermione said quietly, her cheeks flushing as she glanced around to check no one was listening. “This was the only time.” She said shifting her gaze pointedly at her stomach.

“Tell me you’re joking.” Ginny said rolling her eyes. “You mean you seriously haven’t done it for over five months!”

“Gin keep it down!” Hermione hissed at her. “Our relationship just isn’t like that OK?”

“Well, then go get yourself a naughty book and do the job yourself but I’m telling you a good shag is what you need. I bet you’re feeling pretty attracted to him at the moment right?” her friend continued.

After Hermione finally managed to wrap up their awkward conversation she headed home and avoided her husband like the plague, as if he would know just by looking at her that she desperately wanted him to ravish her. She made dinner for them in the afternoon and then quickly ate hers and left his on the table under a heating charm for when he came for it. She made a hasty retreat to the bathroom for a nice relaxing bath during which she tried once again to relieve her frustration herself but was convinced she was doing something wrong.

From the last few days of trying to experiment herself she couldn’t see how someone’s hands down there could possibly ever feel nice, it just felt strange to her and not particularly pleasurable. Maybe she was just doing it wrong...

She even made it into bed without seeing or speaking to Severus once and sat in bed reading a book on Polyjuice Potion and similar potions.

Severus was beginning to find his wife’s behaviour somewhat suspect. She had been avoiding him since her trip to town, acting nervous before that...the last time she had acted this way it was because she had kissed another man and that didn’t sit well with him.

After his thoughts would not leave him alone to read he decided that going to confront her like she had done to him before his mind drew all sorts of extreme conclusions by itself was probably the best bet.

He headed up to the bedroom earlier than he usually did and found Hermione throwing her book down on the bed in frustration.

“Problem?” he asked.

“S-severus.” Hermione gasped. “Don’t sneak up on people like that it’s very rude.” He put his hands up as a sign of surrender.

“I just thought that since you appear to be avoiding me, sneaking would be my best bet of speaking to my wife.” He commented dryly.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” She replied, but instantly she knew it was a lie and he knew it too.

“This isn’t still about my shouting at you is it?” he asked. “Because you do shout back just as much. Not to mention your mood swings too, you did scream at me for not owning a muggle toaster the other day.” Hermione let a small smile twitch across her lips at that.

“It’s not that.” She replied. “I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then why the hiding?” he asked. Hermione bit her lip as he approached the bed, she knew he would be annoyed if she didn’t tell him and she couldn’t lie because he could smell a lie a mile off...

“It’s just a pregnancy thing.” She tried, it wasn’t a lie exactly but she knew he’d see the big “I’m missing out all the details on purpose” a mile off as well. He did and just raised an eyebrow in command for her to continue. “It’s stupid really. You don’t need to worry about it, I’m sure it’ll pass.” She internally kicked herself, she had nearly said it but as soon as her face began to flush she chickened out.

“Hermione.” He said in a quiet but commanding voice. She closed her eyes in embarrassment and buried her face into her folded arms, where they rested on her knees.

“I’m frustrated.” She admitted. “Physically...”

It took Severus a few moments of awkward silence to actually twig on to what she was saying; frustrated had meant very little to him and physically implied that she was fed up of her back aching on her feet swelling. It was only her obvious embarrassment that tipped him off as to what she actually meant.

“I see.” Was all he said, he tried not to wince himself at how ridiculous he sounded.

“I’m sorry, I just thought if I avoided you until it went away...I ever tried to...” Hermione trailed off in horror of what she had actually been about to admit to him.

“Tried to what?” he asked suspiciously. If she had been trying to relieve her sexual frustrations with another man to save her embarrassment in front of him he certainly would not be amused.

“Myself...but I think there’s something wrong with me.” She admitted in defeat, still not daring to raise her head from its buried position. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at her admission. All this fuss because she was sexually frustrated and was embarrassed about trying to pleasure herself? “I’m glad you find it amusing.” She muttered.

“Hermione you don’t need to be embarrassed about it.” He laughed. “I’m sure you’re not the first pregnant woman in the world to feel horny and I certainly know you are not the first woman in the world to touch herself, after all they even sell certain novelty items for it.”

“It’s still embarrassing.” She insisted.

“Is that why you’ve been hiding up here all afternoon and evening?” he asked.

“What? You think I’ve spent all day doing...that?!” she exclaimed, flinging her head up sharply and then startling backwards in surprise at how close he was. “I most certainly have not! I already told you there’s something wrong with me!”

“Hermione, there is nothing wrong with you.” He grinned. “It could be anything, maybe you’re just pressuring yourself and worrying about it too much or perhaps it’s something that requires practise for you.”

“I am not having this conversation with you.” Hermione groaned, burying her head again.

“You already are. Besides, would you rather talk to someone else and start the whole conversation from the beginning again?” he asked. “I am your husband after all, what do you think Miss Weasley would do in your situation?”

“It’s Mrs Potter and I know full well what she would do, in her own words “Harry couldn’t get her off of him”.” Hermione replied sarcastically. “I just...I’ve never done this before and it sounds so stupid to say that when clearly I have.” She sighed her hands gesturing to her stomach. After a moment of hesitation she decided that the conversation couldn’t get any worse or more embarrassing. “What would you have done if I hadn’t gotten pregnant that first time?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “Believe me Hermione I feel guilty enough.”

“Was it because I repulsed you?” she asked.

“No Hermione, not repulsed. It just took longer than a few weeks to change my opinion of you from know-it-all underage student to shagable wife.” He replied. “The ministry didn’t care about that of course but it took some time for you to grow on me.”

“Yeah.” Hermione agreed. “I know what you mean.” Then she leant sideways and dropped her head against his shoulder feeling a lot better for opening up to him.
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