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PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR NOTE: First, the last chapter has been edited and an additional 800 words were added. If you read it the day it was posted and did not return to it, please take a look at it again because you will have missed a large chunk.
Second. Oh. My. God. I'm so, so sorry this took so long. I had a HORRIBLE case of writers block. So bad. Guys - if you review give a big thanks to DevilsDaughter13 and SnowBlind12 for helping me past this. Also, take a moment to check out SB12's story The Affair - I freaking LOVE IT. I had a half of a chapter that was complete SHIT and they helped talk me through breaking it down and making it good again. I have enough material for the next 2-3 chapters now, so hopefully there won't be such a long break between this and the next.
Third. Draco and Lizzie are back! I'm going to mix H/S angst with D/L, R/S, and H/G fluffiness and concern. Maybe some Luna and Neville. I know the angst from the last few chapters was getting overwhelming, but we have a ways to go. Hang in there for me, peeps!
Lastly, while I was terribly stuck on this story, I wound up writing the first two chapters of the story that I was planning on doing next. With some encouragement from my lovely aforementioned Betas, I did publish it. It is a Draco/Hermione love story/drama entitled "Bless the Broken Road" and is getting a lot of feedback. Please check it out and let me know what you think!
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Chapter Twenty-Six
February 1999
6-9 Weeks Gestation
It was a late Sunday afternoon when they returned to Hogwarts. Severus kept his arm around Hermione’s shoulders protectively as they walked through the huge double-doored entrance. Her friends were waiting, watching for them expectantly. As soon as they were spotted, whispers of others broke out around them. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lizzie surrounded the couple from all sides, sending glares to anyone who stared. It didn’t stop the comments from reaching her ears.
“…what she could possibly see in him...”
“It’s gross, he’s twenty years older than her…”
“They were together when she was kidnapped…”
“…heard they’re engaged?”
“…tortured, raped…”
Hermione kept her chin up and eyes forward, but sank a little closer to Severus, who pulled her tightly to his side. He ignored everyone. The group closed in more tightly and they hurried her from the hall.
Her friends left them outside the Potions classroom, promising they would see her at breakfast the next day. Once they were settled, their things put away, and the rooms glowing merrily with fires that did little to warm her, he sat opposite her in the wing backed chairs at the hearth.
“I want to floo to Minerva’s office and discuss the letter I received from the Board. We need to tell her about your condition.” Hermione gave a curt nod, staring blankly into the jumping, crackling flames. “I would like Madam Pomfrey to check you out, Hermione. We really shouldn’t go to the Hospital unless we don’t have a choice.”
She glanced at him, then back to the fire. “That’s fine.” Her voice was soft.
He cleared his throat and sat forward in his chair, resting is forearms on his knees and dropping his head into his hands to card his fingers through his hair. “Let’s not tell anyone else you’re pregnant until you’re past the three-month mark. Longer, if you want. Your robes will hide your condition well into your fifth month. Pregnancies can be fickle before a woman hits twelve weeks.”
“Whatever you say.” She shrugged and continued to stare into the fire.
“Hermione?” Her demeanor had changed since she had confirmed her pregnancy. The last two weeks of January had been filled with lots of emotion – mostly saddened disbelief. She avoided all pregnancy talk and shut him down quickly if he attempted to broach the subject. Thus far, she wasn’t having any outward signs of pregnancy other than a bit more fatigue. He prayed she was one of the lucky witches who didn’t deal with sickness. It was still too early to be certain how her first trimester would go, however. Her body was just starting to figure out it had a visitor.
“Yes?” She tilted her face towards him again and he attempted to give her a small smile.
“You’re okay?”
She shrugged again. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Do you want me to set up an appointment with the psychologist your healer recommended?”
“No.”
He sighed, but relented. Standing, he pinched some floo powder and tossed it in the grate. “Headmistress’s Office!” he said loudly, sticking his head into the fire place.
“Severus!” Minerva’s voice could be heard.
“Can we come through, Minerva? Hermione and I have some things we need to discuss with you.”
“Of course!”
He reached for Hermione’s hand, but she avoided taking it. He frowned, watching her toss floo into the brazier and step in calling out her destination. He followed quickly.
“Sit, sit.” The Headmistress indicated the chairs facing her desk and they obliged. Hermione crossed her legs and tilted her head, looking anywhere but at the two of them. Minerva exchanged a concerned glance with him, raising an eyebrow in question, he shook his head minutely.
“I received a letter from the Board of Directors,” Severus started. “They are putting me on probation and will reassess at the end of the year. In the meantime, I am not allowed have Hermione in my formal classroom, I am not allowed to grade any work she does for her self-study, and I am not allowed to supervise any of her N.E.W.T. sessions. I wrote Horace Slughorn, and he has agreed to stop bi-weekly to grade her work. I believe the end went something along the lines of, ‘While this is highly unorthodox, yours and Miss Granger’s war status is highly valued. You have always been an exceptional teacher with good moral standards. As you and Miss Granger are engaged to be married, we anticipate your questionable interactions with your female students will not happen again in the future.’”
Hermione let out a dry laugh, and he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “They’re right, you’re it for me.” Her face clouded and she looked away. His stomach clenched, he would give anything to know what she was thinking, but didn’t dare use Legilimens. She’d gotten very angry with him the last time and didn’t speak to him for two days. It grew quite quiet.
“We have some news,” He started after a long, uncomfortable pause.
“Oh, I do hope it’s something happy, Merlin knows you both need it.” Minerva said. Severus closed his eyes in attempts to keep his voice even. The woman had no idea, he would not snap at her.
“It should be, but it’s not.” He heard Hermione mutter dejectedly. He reached out to her and took her hand, squeezing it gently, she did not return the affection. The Scottish woman looked between them, worry once again etching her features.
“What’s that?”
Hermione finally looked at her Head of House. “I’m pregnant,” she stated bluntly, eyebrows raised and chin thrust out in challenge.
Minerva sat back in her chair, a look of horror crossing her face, hand coming up to cover her mouth in shock. Severus wanted to strangle the woman for her crassness. Did no one have a poker face?
“Severus…?” The older woman implored.
“We wanted you to be aware for obvious reasons. We do not want anyone to know until after she reaches the twelve-week mark,” he explained. “She may become ill. She’s already struggling with fatigue.”
“How far along is she?” Hermione didn’t miss the fact they were talking about her like she wasn’t there. She stopped herself from snorting. She really wasn’t there, though. Not mentally. Not emotionally.
There was a long pause. “Six weeks.”
“Oh, my.”
“Yes, yes.” Hermione snarled sarcastically, pulling her hand away from Severus’s and standing. “We all know what this means. There’s no reason to say it aloud. Merlin knows I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She turned away, crossing her arms around herself before stomping angrily to a far window. They watched her press her face against the sill, looking out at the frozen grounds. Severus cast a Muffliato so he and Minerva could talk freely. He would let her pout, she deserved it.
“She’s going to keep the child?” The Headmistress asked, alarmed.
“Yes.” He crossed his leg over one knee.
“Oh, my.”
“Indeed.”
“You will raise the child with her?”
“Obviously.”
“Severus, enough of the one word answers. How are you doing? This cannot be easy for you!” She was scolding him, he glared at her.
“How the fuck do you think I’m doing, Minerva?” he snarled. “My fiancé of six weeks was kidnapped, tortured, and raped. She shows up at the hospital with a range of appalling injuries and stories, but somehow kept her mind intact and her strength at full force. All this only to find out she’s potentially going to birth the child of a rapist at nineteen years old. Her heart is too big to terminate. I knew from the moment they told me she was raped that this was a possibility – and so did she. She begged me to be intimate with her the day after she was raped and tortured so she could have doubt of the child’s paternity.” His voice cracked and he felt disgusted with himself.
Minerva’s eyes widened in horrified shock. “And you did, because you love her. You told her you would raise the child with her, because she’s everything to you.” Minerva understood, even if she didn’t particularly agree with the situation. “I don’t understand why she didn’t wait and terminate if she fell pregnant, however.”

Severus snorted with derision. “She told me, that if she were to actually be pregnant that, ‘It’s not the child’s fault. I will not end an innocent life.’” He made air quotes, a mix of frustration and immense pride in his voice. “She won’t end an innocent life, but it’s destroying her! Her emotional and mental state has disintegrated the last two weeks. I … I don’t know what to do for her.” He glanced at the girl in question who was still staring out the window, face unreadable, and sighed heavily. “Merlin, help me. I don’t know what to do. I’m as heartbroken as she.” He dropped his face into his hands.
“You’ll be there for her, and she will get better.” She paused, watching him scrub his face with his hands. “You’re going to have her see Poppy for prenatal care?” Minerva changed the subject, sensing Severus would not be able to talk about it further. She was right, he was grateful for the topic change.
“Yes.” He answered. “She is not even going to tell her friends of her condition.”
The headmistress raised her eyebrows in surprise, but did not comment on the decision. “I will go with you to Poppy. Come.”
He removed the Muffliato and called for Hermione to join them.
“Oh, Gods, Draco,” Lizzie whimpered, clutching his hair in her fingers as he laved attention up the side of her neck to just below the sensitive juncture of her earlobe. He tightened his fingers on her hips and pushed his growing erection into her stomach.
They had officially been together going on a month and a half. The fall out with their friends had not been nearly as bad as they had initially thought. Hermione had said “Finally!” and Ginny and Harry had smiled and told her they were happy for her. Ron, being a couple weeks into his new relationship with Susan Bones when she finally told him had given her a slightly sad look, but shrugged and told her he’d kill him if he hurt her. She took that as a good sign.
Draco’s friends had laughed their asses off at him, told him they had known all along the two would end up together and asked when they would get to actually meet her and start getting to know her. He had smiled sheepishly at her when telling her their reaction, assuring her they were, in fact, being genuine. Because of the nightmare with Hermione, Lizzie and Draco had been spending their free time with her friends. Now that the brunette was back at school and somewhat settled, they finally had the opportunity to make plans with his friends. They were planning on having lunch at the Three Broomsticks with them that weekend as it was the next Hogsmeade visit. She was excited.
Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind as his hand slid up under her shirt, across her ribcage to cup her breast, she groaned loudly against his lips. Thank Heavens they had warded and silenced their hiding spot, which was an abandoned classroom on the fifth level.
“Take it off,” she said against his lips. He froze a moment before pulling back to stare at her wide-eyed.
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously, eyes burning.
“Yes,” she replied, and punctuated her affirmation by pulling her jumper up and off, leaving her in a silky white balconette bra and her skirt, knee socks, and shoes. Gods, but she was tiny. Her muscles were toned from Quidditch, her stomach shadowing a four pack, her arms lean and long and graceful. He groaned and pulled her back in, hands running up her bare back. Goosebumps exploded over her entire body even as fire trailed in wake of his touch. He left her mouth to trail soft kisses down her neck as she tugged at his jumper. He pulled back again and whipped the offensive garment out of the way. They stared at each other, eyes blazing. He watched her drop her eyes to take him in. His alabaster skin glowed, a few beauty marks marring its creamy perfection deliciously. He was lean and long, muscles sinewy from Quidditch and workouts. Stunning. He was about to move back in, when she pulled her wand out of her skirt. Pointing it at their jumpers she muttered a Transfiguration incantation and he watched as they turned into a large nest of blankets which she directed into the furthest, darkest corner of the room. She hopped off the desk and took his hand, walking backwards with a coy smile and lust darkened eyes.
He swallowed loudly and followed without asking any questions. He watched her settle herself down into the squishy mass of quilts on her bum and leaned back on her elbows. “Bloody hell,” he groaned at the provocative picture of his very fit girlfriend in a partial uniform, gorgeous bra, and golden blonde tresses spilling everywhere. He dropped to his knees and crawled onto the blankets, impressed with how thick and comfortable they were on the stone floor. He caught her mouth, nipping her bottom lip before gently sucking it into his mouth. Using his body, he guided her onto her back, covering her body partially with his. They kissed deeply for a few minutes, breathing growing more ragged, touches more urgent. He cupped her breast over her bra and she gasped, thrusting herself up, into his hand more fully.
“I want you to put your hands on me.” She murmured around another searing kiss. She gently pushed him up until they were both sitting and he watched her, unable to speak with the emotion clouding his thoughts. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. He growled as the flimsy fabric slipped down her arms and she set it to the side. Her breast were small, but pert and lovely, rosy peaks topping creamy, porcelain mounds.
She reached and took his hand, guiding it to her breast. Her eyes closed as he brushed one nipple, watching it harden and lengthen under his ministrations. “Can I kiss them?” he asked gently, pulling himself closer to her and dropping a soft kiss to her collar bone. He sucked and nipped there and then moved down her shoulder. Her head tilted back, a soft mewl escaping her throat. He sunk one hand into her hair, tangling his fingers there to tilt her chin back farther to give his lips better access to her throat; his other gently played with one breast, causing her breath to hitch and more delicious sounds erupted from her voice box.
“Yes,” she hissed. Inside, he was pumping his fists up into the air in celebration. He guided her legs apart and settled himself between them, pressing his trouser clad hips into her skirt and knicker covered sex. Watching her to make sure he wasn’t pushing too far, he gently rolled his hips into hers. Her eyes clouded and she gasped at the sensation of their cores meeting and whimpered when his tongue sought one nipple gently.
“Oh my god.” She arched her back and rolled her hips instinctively and relished the visceral sound he made.
He pulled back and blew cool breath over the nipple he had just teased, watching it harden further in the dim light. Her hips rolled again and he met her thrust with one of his own, grinding into her. Her hands snaked around him to clutch at his shoulders and upper back as he turned his attention to her other nipple.
She was grinding back and he knew when she found that sweet spot because she hissed another, “Yes!” He moved his attention back to her neck and she peppered one of his shoulders with nips and kisses, soothing with her tongue in their wake.
“Gods, Lizzie,” he muttered against her neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
“This feels so amazing, Draco,” she breathed before she caught his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue to mate with his. Their movements grew more desperate, her pants mixing with his short, staccatoed grunts.
The heat of her core burned through their clothing and his mouth never left hers. He alternated stroking her face and hair or her breasts. “I think…Dracooo,” she groaned. Her body was shaking.

“Come for me, Lizzie. Fall apart, I got you.”
“Unghh!” It was soft shriek of surprised pleasure and pulled Draco over the edge. He snarled loudly into her neck as he lost himself in his boxer-briefs. He collapsed on top of her, holding some weight off on his forearms. He caught her lips again, kissing her gently while they came down from their high.
When they were both breathing normally, he rolled off her. He slid his wand out of his pocket and cast a silent, discreet Scourgify to his nether region. After a moment, she rolled to snuggle up next to him. He brought his arm around her dropped a kiss to the top of her head. His chest was tight and full, he was struggling with an unfamiliar emotion as she drew whimsical patterns over his smooth chest with her index finger.
“That was wonderful,” she murmured after a long minute. He squeezed her gently as she tilted her head up to look him in the face. Startled to see the intense emotions in his expression. She pushed herself up to look at him better and he tilted an eyebrow up, trying to be cocky.
“What’s the matter?” she whispered. “Was that…was that okay?” She suddenly felt so unsure. He was not a virgin, she knew that. Maybe that had been ridiculously boring for him. She felt tears prick her eyes – it had meant everything to her. She had never done anything like it before. She reached for her bra as he deciphered her mood change.
“Hey,” he sat up quickly and pulled her into an embrace, smoothing his palms down her spine. “Lizzie, that was so hot. Amazing. I’m sorry, I’m just feeling a little…odd.” He could not wrap his brain around the emotions he was experiencing; he was in awe of her, protective of her, overwhelmed by her presence. He wanted her again, all the way. Wanted to bury himself inside her to be as close as possible. He pulled back and dropped a kiss to the bridge of her nose. “You’re gorgeous. Sexy as hell,” he assured her. “I feel so dazed. I’ve never felt like this before.”
She stared at him in surprise, his voice was thick, the emotion evident in his eyes. Then she realized what was happening. It had been barreling towards this from the beginning of the school year. Her heart started thudding. She’d been waiting for the right moment. She cupped his face with one hand and he turned to press kisses to her fingers before nuzzling his face into her palm. “I love you, Draco,” she whispered, kissing him lightly on the lips.
His astonishment was evident, but it was mixed with a longing. Then his eyes cleared and she knew he figured out what he was feeling. “I…” he broke off, still grasping at the realization. His breath hitched. “You knew what I was feeling, and I couldn’t put words to it.” He shook his head, a full, stunning smile breaking his face, joy lit his eyes. “I love you, too, Lizzie.” He pulled her to him tightly and pressed kisses to her face before sealing his mouth against hers.
He watched her, leaning against the doorjamb of the loo. She hadn’t moved since they had gotten back from seeing Poppy. Hadn’t touched her dinner. His concern was growing. Madam Pomfrey had done a complete physical on the her and declared her and the child growing in her womb healthy, but in need of a few pounds. No kidding. Between the death of her parents and her abduction, she had lost more than twenty. She had been thin to begin with. He sighed and crossed the room.
“Come to bed.” She jumped as he settled a hand on her shoulder, her face tilted up to look at him.
“Okay,” she agreed sullenly. He watched her disappear into the bathroom, his gut twisting. He put himself to bed and pointed his wand to lower the fire and put out the candles. She reappeared a few minutes later in a long-sleeved tee and flannel pajama pants. He cocked his head in surprise. She usually slept in a tank and shorts. He had always just slept in his boxers, but a few days prior she had requested he wear shorts or pajama pants to bed. He obliged without question.
She walked up to him on his side of the bed and leaned to give him a chaste kiss. She smoothed her fingers over his brow. “I’m going to sleep in my room tonight,” she said softly. He sat up abruptly.
“What?” he demanded, surprise colored his deep voice.
“I…I just,” she broke off and took a deep breath. “I just can’t…” she stopped.
“Hermione, don’t do this.” He grit his teeth, reigning in anger and hurt, and reached for her hand. She let him take it, wrapping her other arm around herself. “Come on, love. We’ve shared a bed for months. It will be okay. I won’t touch you, if that’s what you’d prefer. We can put a pillow between us.”
She wouldn’t look at him and he realized she was trembling. “I guess that would be okay.”
“What’s going on, love?” He tried to pull her to him, but she resisted his efforts. He gave a more forceful tug and she relented, letting him pull her into his lap. “I feel like you’re trying to push me away.”
Her eyes met his and he was frustrated to see more tears. He wanted to take her pain away. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I just feel so … overwhelmed. I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
“You’re safe here. It’s not going to be easy, I’m sure the Hogwarts Rumor Mill is working triple time, but we’ll get through this. Together, okay?”
Her face smoothed for the first time all day and a very small smile broke through. “Okay,” she murmured.
“There’s my good girl.” He gave her a tentative smirk and she let a sigh, snuggling her head into his neck. He cupped her head and dropped a kiss into her wild curls.
“Come, now. Over you go.” He helped her off his lap and watched her round the bed, crawling onto her side. He was about to roll over and bring her to him when she slid a pillow into the middle of the bed, avoiding his gaze. For the first time since they had started sharing a bed, she turned her back to him and buried herself under the blankets.
He was frozen with his arm outstretched, but decided to give her the space she felt she needed. He shifted and lay down on his back, resting one arm over his stomach, the other tucked behind his head.
“Goodnight, Severus.” Her voice was soft, and he could hear a hint of apology in it. Yes, he’d give her space if that’s what she needed.
“Goodnight, my love.”
Book Addict: I like your theory. It wasn't my plan...but you have my head twirling through new thoughts.

Snowblind: Glad you liked the edit! Thank you for helping me move forward with this damnable story!!

SnapesWhore: I totally see where you're going. She's not worried about them making horcruxes, though. She doesn't want them to kill and have the sins of murder on their soul is where I was going. ;o)

Kristy Stig: A new reviewer! Thank you so much for taking the time to leave your sweet words! So happy you like it!!!!
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