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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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AN: I hope you all enjoy this chapter! x LissaDream
Chapter Thirty
“Welcome, Prime Minister.” Minerva indicated for Kingsley to have a seat. “Brandy?”
“Thank you, Headmistress, I would love some.” He inclined his head politely as he took a seat. “I found myself with an unprecedented free hour this afternoon and very much wanted to come check in on the lovely Miss Granger.”
Minerva’s lips twitched into a frown. She knew Kingsley was truly concerned as he had a very large soft spot for the Golden Trio. She was also aware that said trio looked up to Kingsley with great respect. She supposed it wouldn’t hurt anything to give the man an honest update as long as he promised to keep his silence.
“You are aware that Miss Granger is involved with Severus?” She handled him a crystal tumbler with dark amber liquid.
Kingsley let a sly smile cross his face and nodded, taking a sip from the tumbler. “Yes, since the girl was abducted. I also sit on the board for this school, so I am very well aware. His letter to the board was extraordinarily uncharacteristic of him. I believe the words such as ‘second chances at a good life’ and ‘will step down from my post gladly if that is your decision’ were thrown out there. He is smitten, no?”
“Smitten doesn’t begin to cover it. Those two are bloody well meant for each other. All’s one has to do is see them together to know it.” She let out a happy little chuckle as she sipped on her own glass. “Who would have ever though it?”
There was a pregnant pause, then she continued. “Pleasant news aside, she’s been struggling. Reports are she is attending classes and completing her work to her normal caliber. However, she spends most evenings locked in her room. Severus said she is not spending time with her friends and that she has distanced herself from him. He been taking her to see a Muggle psychiatrist Monday evenings.”
Kingsley looked surprised. “What changed? She had seemed so stable. Shaken, yes. And of course you expect some emotional trauma after what she endured, but so drastic?”
“The poor thing has found herself with child. Severus feels this has caused a mental snap.”
The Minister froze in shock, hands clenching into fists. “She’s pregnant?”
“I’m afraid so.” Her Scottish brogue was more pronounced with this statement.
“How far along?”
“Oh, I do suppose she’s right around the twelve-week mark at this point.”
“The child could be her one of her attackers.” Kingsley stood in a flourish of robes.
“Well, yes.” Minerva’s voice was hesitant and guarded. His excitement was very appalling to her.
“We most procure a DNA charm result immediately. Do you realize what this could mean for our investigation? If we can get just one of these bastards under our thumbs, we could put an end to this madness!”
Minerva’s face drained of color. “You mustn’t,” she insisted. “The poor girl is terrified.”
“She will understand, she is strong.”
“Minister…Kingsley. I implore you,” Minerva whispered, standing. “You cannot ask this of her. She and Severus were…well. Please excuse my divulgence of too much information, sir, but they were intimate immediately following her release from the hospital.”
Kingsley froze in surprise at such private information, not understanding where the Headmistress was going with this. “So?”
“They only were so because Miss Granger expressed the desire to have doubt of the child’s paternity so as to help her and Severus raise the babe as their own. They are getting married.”
Kingsley slowly sat back down, considering her words very carefully. Finally, he spoke. “Who is giving her prenatal care? I suspect Madam Pomfrey?”
“You suspect correctly.”
“Then we have Madam perform the test to see if the child is Severus’s. If it is, we tell them and take a weight off of their shoulders. If it is not, they never have to know, but we then have a magical signature to go off of.”
Minerva’s lips tightened in a straight line. “When is it you wish to do this?”
“Immediately.”
“You wished to see me, Madam Pomfrey?” Hermione asked quietly. Poppy Pomfrey looked up from her desk with a tender smile, it broadened when she saw the tall, dark Potions Master standing protectively behind the girl.
“Yes, my dear. I would like to move your check to today.” She said in a no-nonsense tone. “I’m afraid I will have to be out of the building tomorrow.”
Severus rose a lone, suspicious brow. Her tone sounded evasive to him, but he decided to say nothing. One day early on her check wouldn’t hurt anything..
A few moments later, Hermione was laid comfortably on a cot at the far end of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was tsk-tsking disapprovingly as she took the girl’s vitals and cast a diagnostic. “You have lost more weight, my dear. You must not. You are going severely hurt yourself and the child.”
“I know, Madam,” Hermione answered softly. “Severus has found an anti-nausea medication that is quite wonderful. I was able to eat an almost normal supper last night and was actually quite starved for breakfast this morning. I will need to take it slow, as my stomach has shrunk. Things should start going in the right direction, now.”
Poppy watched a tender smile be exchanged with the formidable Severus Snape and felt a tingle of relief spread through her. Something had finally changed for the better. “You seem much better today, Miss Granger.”
“I feel much better today, Madam Pomfrey.” The reply was said with such heartfelt relief that Poppy felt tears prickle her eyes.
“What else has changed?”
“I made a connection with someone else who has had a similar experience,” the curly-haired brunette answered softly. Severus reached and took her hand with his, his thumb brushing her knuckled softly. “And Severus has also brewed a mood stabilizer and nutrient potion that was recommended by an Obstetrician Healer.”
“Oh, my dear,” Poppy smiled and patted the girl’s leg affectionately. “It does sound like you are on the road to recovery. You must still see your psychologist.”
“I will.”
“I have a few tests I’d like to run today. And if you’d like to, I should be able to find and amplify the child’s heartbeat.”
Severus’s eyes widened in alarm while excitement flooded Hermione’s features. “Really?” she exclaimed. “I would like that very much!”
“First some diagnostics to make sure the child is growing well with no complications.” And a quick paternity test. I do hope Severus doesn’t realize what I’m doing. But the large man was distracted and didn’t pay attention to her fancy wandwork or her muttered incantations until it was too late.
“Poppy!” he exclaimed harshly, and the elder witches face flushed in regret and embarrassment. That was, until the resulting glow made them both pause in shock.
“Do it again.” His whisper was hoarse, his voice constricted.
“What’s the matter?” Hermione was alarmed. She sat up, her arms cradling her middle protectively. “Is everything okay?”
“One moment, love.” Severus reassured, sitting next to her on the bed and sliding an arm around her shoulders.
Poppy repeated the test which took a few moments. The light glowed again and the emotion that overtook Severus’s face almost made the elder witch burst into tears. “It’s mine?” It was an almost hysterical question said so incredibly softly, she read his lips more than she heard his words.
“What’s happening?” Hermione sounded terrified, watching the light wink out of existence. When no one spoke, her voice got a little shriller. “Please! What is going on?”
When Poppy realized Severus couldn’t speak, she happily took the liberty. “The child is perfectly healthy. I am also very happy to inform you that Severus is most definitely its father.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped and tears overflowed her eyes instantly, she turned her face to Severus who was staring at her in disbelief. “Do you promise?” Her face turned back to Poppy as a strangled sob left her. Happiness, relief, shock, and unadulterated joy filled the girl’s features, returning her to the semblance of the strong young women she had always been. “The child is Severus’s? Do you promise?” When Poppy nodded, weeping at her joy, she threw herself into Severus’s arms, peppering his face with kisses murmuring, “It’s ours, the child is ours!” over and over again in quiet exultation.
Severus was unable to speak, he just pulled her in tight after a beat and buried his face in her wild, bushy curls, taking slow, shuddering breaths as he fought the need to weep openly.
Poppy gave them a few moments, only returning to them when she heard their soft whispered exchange quiet. They were sitting on the bed together, Hermione in his lap, pressed into his chest, her arms around his waist, his arms around her back. They made a lovely sight for her sore, old eyes.
“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” she asked the couple warmly.
“Oh, yes!” Hermione exclaimed. “Please.”
“Please sit up on your bum, you can lay back against Severus,” Poppy requested. “I’ll need you to lift your shirt. The girl did as was asked. “I will touch the tip of my wand to your abdomen.” Hermione nodded, eyes wide with anticipation, one hand gripped in Severus’s. “Prenatal cordis pulsatio.”
A low, thrumming whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh filled the air and another happy, tearful smile split the young girls face. She glanced up at her fiancé, eyes shinning. “That’s incredible,” she whispered. Severus dropped a silent kiss to the top of her head. They listened to the strong, beautiful sign of life for a couple minutes.
“There’s one more test I can perform today, if you would like me to?”
Hermione’s eyes met hers. “What is it?”
“Would you like to know the child’s gender?”
“Oh!” She paused and her teeth came out to worry her bottom lip. “Severus?” She looked up at him, giving him as much say as she had.
“I will leave that up to you, my love,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her brow before raising their joint hands to brush her cheek.
“Um…” More lip worrying before for she answered. “You know what…”
“I got your note, ’Mione,” Harry called, tapping on the door to the Head Girl suite. “I let everyone else know. Ginny’s with me. Can we come in?”
“Yes!” Came the reply. Ginny and Harry exchanged a surprised look. Their friend’s voice sounded almost normal. Even a little excited. Rolling her eyes as Harry’s hesitancy, Ginny grabbed the knob and pushed the heavy door open. She was surprised to see Hermione and Snape snuggled into the loveseat by the fire. The room had been rearranged, and there was a cluster of overstuffed chairs and a couch by the fire as well, waiting for the gathering of people. Headmistress McGonagall was next to arrive, to Harry and Ginny’s surprise. Ron and Susan, and Lizzie and Draco came next. Snape used a bit of wandless magic to lock the door behind them while everyone exchanged greetings and got comfortable. There was a tea service with cakes and biscuits laid out on the coffee table and Hermione waved her hand at it indicating for everyone to help themselves.
Once everyone was settled with their cups and plates, Severus started talking. “It’s been a rough couple of months.” It was something of an understatement, but the people around the room nodded encouragingly. “But things are turning around.”
Hermione smiled at him softly and sat up to the edge of the loveseat. “I want to thank you all for being so supportive. I know I’ve been very difficult to be around…” She couldn’t help the grin that crossed her face when her friends started protesting and telling her that she had every reason, and that they loved her. She tried to speak again, but they became insistent.
“Oi, you morons,” Draco’s exasperated drawl came from where he was cozied up in a large chair with Lizzie squeezed in next to him. “Let the bushy-haired swot talk.”
His words were met with icy glares from her friends and Hermione felt a bubble of laughter climb her throat and erupt. Eight pairs of eyes looked at her in surprise and the laughter grew and it felt wonderful. She felt wonderful. More wonderful than she had felt in much too long. She had slept – truly slept – in her wizards arms last night, she had a full belly of breakfast, she had been told her biggest fear no longer existed. Life was truly, magically turning in the right direction. Now she had to just tell her friends the good news.
She was finally able to get her giggles under control and warmth flooded through her when Severus slid a warm hand over her thigh, his face bright with their joy.
“You look different, today Hermione,” Lizzie whispered. “You’re feeling better?”
“Everything has changed,” Hermione said softly. “I want to thank you all for sticking by me. For trying to be here for me when I just kept pushing you away. You’re all true friends – yes, even you Draco. Don’t think I missed the chocolate cauldrons and caramel nougat you left for me or the attempts to get me to see Lizzie. Thank you for trying to help.”
Draco looked decidedly uncomfortable, especially when Ron and Harry gave him appraising looks.
“I was dealing with some news that made me struggle greatly. Today, though. Today I found out the best thing.”
Susan immediately started grinning, she sat up eyes sparkling. “It’s Professor Snape’s?” she asked in her soft, melodic tones.
Hermione’s face crumpled into a mix of extreme joy and overwhelming emotion. Minerva, Ginny, and Lizzie gasped and Hermione grinned with sparkly, watery eyes.
The boys were confused. “Care to enlighten us?” Came Draco’s lazy request.
“I found out a little over two months ago I was pregnant.”
Ron and Harry were horrified, Draco’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “I…I didn’t handle it well. Which I suppose is quite obvious in hindsight. But today we found out the child is Severus’s. It’s taken a lot of the pain away.”
Lizzie, Ginny, and Susan stood and Hermione leapt to her feet to meet the girls in a squealing mass of hugs in the middle of the circle. Minerva watched as Snape leaned back into the couch, one ankle coming up to cross over the opposite knee, one arm stretched out on the back of the couch. His face was guarded, watching the male portion of the Golden Trio. Her gaze moved to the young men in question, Harry was a mix of shock and bemusement as he watched the girls, Ron was a mix of horrified and … was that sadness? Maybe a little…resignation? Then it flickered, and a small grin started to cross his face.
“I’m gonna be an uncle?” he said to the room in a strong, loud voice, standing. The grin grew larger. Her gaze flickered back to Snape who seemed to have a mix of surprise, relief, and disgust on his face.
Everyone stopped and looked at him, Hermione’s eyes found his and she let out a choked sob of relief before throwing herself at him. He caught her and gave a little twirl, before Harry joined the hug from the other side, encasing her in their affection. They pulled back and kissed her cheeks before hugging her again. The three murmured quietly together while everyone else chattered amongst themselves.
Snape started when Draco sat next to him on the love seat and held out his hand. “Congratulations,” the young blond man said politely. “I know you always wanted children.”
“She hasn’t told anyone the best part yet,” Severus said, taking Draco’s hand in his.
“Oh!” Hermione squeaked when she heard him. “I forgot!”
“What?” Almost everyone answered.
“It’s a girl!”
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BookAddict: I posted chapters 26, 27, 28, & 29 this week. So FOUR. And here's 30! SO FIVE! Almost makes the writers block worth it? Almost? No? LOL! Thank you for all the compliments. I'll ease your mind and promise the break up is not between either main pair. Breathe easy, love! So happy to hear from you!
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