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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21948 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Hermione was panting as she entered the potion’s class. She hadn’t run through the corridors, but she had made haste. She nodded in greeting to the students waiting outside before she let the door shut behind her. Catching her breath as she made her way to her desk, she smiled when she saw a small tray set off to the side. Assorted berries, a blueberry scone, and tea just as she liked it with a splash of milk. She ate as quickly as possible and finished wiping some crumbs away as her students began to enter. She flicked her wand at the tray and levitated it onto a shelf out of the way.
The students were busily working on their potions when Hermione felt a dull, aching pain emanating from the lower part of her abdomen. At first she attributed the discomfort to having ate her breakfast too fast, but when the scent of ground dragonwort filled the air she felt as though she might vomit. Dragonwort is notoriously bad smelling, and the students groaned when they read it on the ingredients list. Hermione’s brewing experience with the plant, and other fowl-smelling ingredients, had helped her build some tolerance for the off smells. However, today, when she walked by Chuck Winston and he ground his plant to a pulp with a mortal and pestle, Hermione nearly choked. She steadied herself and made her way back towards her desk. She felt dizzy and nauseated as she took a seat and sipped slowly from a glass of water.
As more students began to treat their dragonwort, however, she thought she was going to die. She could feel that the color had drained from her face and she was sweating. She wanted to stand but her vision was blurry.
“Professor? Professor Granger, are you feeling alright?” Sweet Lianna Mott asked in a whispered voice from the front row. “You don’t look well.”
Hermione tried to look at the girl but she felt dizzy. She couldn’t focus.
“No, excuse me.” Hermione rose unsteadily from her desk and nearly ran from the classroom. She knocked into the corner of a desk on her way out and nearly fell from loosing her balance.
The students looked to one another dumbfounded as the door swung shut behind her. Professor Granger had never abandoned a class before. They were genuinely concerned as they whispered and looked about. The whispered turned to student suggestions as to how to proceed.
“Someone should go after her!”
“No, no. Just finish the recipe...”
“She’ll be back...”
“We need to get Headmaster Snape.”
The voices rushed through the room as the students tried to determine what to do. Ultimately, they hadn’t made a decision and bickering ensued.
The room fell silent when an angry looking Headmaster Snape barged into he classroom a few minutes later. He strode to the front of the class and turned to face the students.
“I see a recipe on the board. Class ends in ten minutes and I expect your vials labeled and presented at that time.” His voice was stern and dry. His trademark disapproval shook the students into submission. At his command panic fell over the room and the students collected themselves to try and catch up with their work. Severus sneered as he watched them before turning his back to sit at his former desk.
A hand shot up in the front row. Severus ignored it. The girl tilted from side to side in her seat to get his attention. Severus ignored it. She was straining before him. Severus ignored it. The girl cleared her throat.
“Excuse me, Headmaster, I’m not sure if you are aware but Professor Granger seems...” The girl looked around nervously.
“I am well aware of your professor’s ailment,” Severus interrupted with a heavy edge to his voice. “What is your name?”
The pupil looked around nervously. She was sweating from his glare and she swallowed to moisten her throat. The Headmaster seemed annoyed and she feared she was making it worse.
“Lianna, sir. Lianna Mott.” Her hands were shaking beneath the table.
Severus leaned back in Hermione’s desk chair. “Lianna, thank you for showing concern for Professor Granger. Considering none of the other students in this room felt it was necessary to make me aware of any trouble.” Severus spoke slowly and loudly, deliberately causing discomfort to the other students.
“I will be finishing today’s class. Professor Granger is being cared for. She spent the evening brewing and may not be feeling well from exhaustion...” he said.
Lianna nodded and smiled before returning her attention to her potion. The other students looked around nervously as they feverishly tried to finish their potions. When the bell rang to signal the end of class, the students delivered their potions to the front of the room and hurried from the room. Once they had all gone, Severus let out the breath he’d been holding for nearly the past ten minutes. He raked his fingers through his hair and let the worry he had been hiding become evident on his face. This day had certainly taken a turn he hadn’t been expecting and all he wanted was to know that she was alright.
Severus had been walking to his office from their chambers when he was nearly run over by Hermione running toward their chambers. She looked sick and panicked and drunk all at once. When she saw him she collapsed into his arms and Severus saw panic and nausea across her face. He held her closely as she tried to breathe.
“Hermione, what in Merlin’s name is...”
“Severus. I. I’m. Going to be sick. Hurts. So bad.” She spoke between heavy breaths.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to their chambers. He quickly placed her on the couch and handed her a vile of anti-nausea potion. It helped instantly, but Hermione still felt unbearable cramping in her stomach and was sweating. He was certain she had a fever from the heat radiating off of her body.
He knelt beside her. “What happened?”
All Hermione could do was shake her head in indication that she had no idea why she suddenly felt this way. Severus conjured a damp cloth and placed it across her forehead.
“I am going to go finish your class. I will cancel the others and then I will be back,” he began and Hermione nodded.
“If anything else happens or you feel worse summon Madam Pompfrey. Close your eyes,” he explained and Hermione complied. He could tell by her demeanor that the potion was helping, albeit it wasn’t enough. He kissed her forehead before heading out to the potion’s classroom.
Now, as he sat behind her desk, he scrawled a quick list. He entered the storeroom and began pulling different things from the shelves. As he turned to leave, a potion near the back caught his attention. He almost didn’t take it, but as if drawn to it, he picked up that container as well. He placed the items in a basked and, after placing a sign on the door stating that class was cancelled and students should instead report to the library to study, he returned to his chambers and to his Hermione.
When he entered she was fast asleep of the sofa. He felt her forehead and while she was cooler than before, she was still warm. Sweat had dampened her hair and she was curled up on her side. Severus unpacked the basket and placed the items on his desk. He sighed deeply before sitting in one of the wing-back chairs beside her. He raked his hand through his hair as he watched her sleep.
Severus was not sure if he was mindlessly awake and staring off into space or if he had drifted to sleep himself with a book in his lap when a heavy pounding against the door jolted him. Hermione did not stir. He walked to the door knowing full well who the only person willing to rouse him in this manner was. As he expected when he opened the door he saw a disheveled Potter standing between the stone pillars. It was begrudgingly that Severus gave Potter the location of their quarters, but there wasn’t much argument to be had considering he was the head auror for Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.
“Headmaster Snape,” he said hurriedly. Harry attempted to sound authoritarian, but he fell flat. “It has been brought to my attention that Potion’s has been cancelled for today,” he looked around uncomfortably, “is Hermione here?”
“She is sleeping,” Snape replied slowly. “She seems to be ill.” His trademark snarl was not lost on Harry.
“Hermione never gets sick,” Harry blurted, dropping all pretense. He tried to remain composed but the worry was clear on his face. “What if someone has tried to...”
“Potter,” Snape snapped. He spoke slowly and methodically, “I am certain there is no one trying to do anything or harm anyone. We were up all night brewing organorum diapsalma.”
Harry nodded as he tried to calm himself. The Headmaster sighed.
“You’re concern is well placed. I know how much you love her and you take your responsibilities here very seriously. I appreciate you.” Headmaster Snape said carefully. “When she wakes I will tell her you called, and if anything concerning arises you will be the first to know.”
Harry was nearly struck dumb by the compliment. He nodded in understanding. “Yes, thank you. Please let me know if there is anything I can do.” Harry tapped the doorframe before turning and walking back down the hall.
Severus latched the door and returned to his spot beside Hermione. He resumed his reading, but watched her from the corner of his eye.
Several moments passed before she began to stir. Severus closed his book and placed it on the side table. As she rolled to her back, her eyes fluttered open and her hand began to rub the aching quadrant of her abdomen.
“Are you feeling any better?” Severus asked the question quietly. Hermione hadn’t realized he was sitting right there. She turned her head to look at him. She looked exhausted, but nodded slowly.
“It just hurts. Right here,” she said as she massaged the tender place.
Severus swallowed. “What else is ailing you?”
“I’m exhausted. I feel too weak to move my limbs. It’s all sore. I was nauseous before, after eating breakfast, but not so much anymore,” she tried to think of anything else. “I must have picked up some bug.”
Severus didn’t think this was a bug. He watched her as she rubbed her tender, cramping abdomen. He rose from his spot and made his way to the desk. He began moving things about as he dug around for the container he haphazardly grabbed from the storeroom.
“Oh Severus, I don’t think I need anything else right now, I’m starting to feel better...”
He looked at the small container with the jelly-like potion inside. “Not a medication, Hermione,” he returned and pulled a chair beside her on the couch. He began unscrewing the lid.
“What is it then?” She asked as she tried to prop herself up on her elbows.
“Lay back,” he commanded. His voice was firm, yet compassionate. Regardless, something in his tone told Hermione she shouldn’t question him. She rested her head on the pillow and Severus opened her teaching robes and lifted the hem of her shirt slightly. He slid her pants low on her hips to expose the pale skin of her lower abdomen and pubic area. Hermione watched him cautiously as he dipped two fingers into the jelly pot and smeared the cold potion on her skin. He worked it in like petroleum jelly before pointing his wand at the area. He whispered an unfamiliar incantation and within moments Hermione felt a warm heat building in her belly. She looked down and the skin was turning red, as if burned by the sun. It was not painful, but she was sure the spot was warm to the touch.
As Severus whispered the incantation and saw the red coloring blooming where he had placed the jelly he had to force himself to focus on the words. The color and the heat, which appeared nearly immediately, was already telling him what he needed to know. Hermione was pregnant.
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