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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 32
Hermione groggily opened her eyes, rolling over. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Tom sleeping next to her, she was still mad at him. However, most of her anger dissipated the next moment when he released a gentle snore. She smiled, and then gently closed her eyes. She was exhausted and she really needed to get more sleep.
Suddenly, a huge wave of nausea crashed through her. Hermione scrambled to her feet, and then bolted towards the bathroom. She had barely made it to the bathroom, before she started throwing up.
She could feel the hot tears leaking down her face. She took a deep breath, before another wave of nausea came through.
Coughing, she began to cry. She felt someone pull her hair back so it was no longer in her face. She could smell that it was Tom. She began to shake, crying some more, as more vomit came from her mouth.
"Merlin Hermione," Tom stated as he started to rub her back.
Hermione coughed once more. "Can you carry me back to the bed?" She asked, her voice hoarse.
Tom gently scooped her up in his arms, and sent a quick cleansing to her mouth. "You're not getting any better, huh?" He said while gently laying her on their bed.
"I don't want to talk," she huffed, pulling the sheets over her.
"Hermione, we have to talk at some point," he said gently.
"Well, not now. I'm going back to bed," she hissed.
"Fine," he growled in response.
He lay there, watching her sleep. There was something going on, and he needed to find out what it was.
About three hours later, Hermione began to stir once more. She groaned, and then reached her arm up to stretch.
Rolling over, she saw Tom was still lying in bed with her. She huffed, and then faced away from him. "I'm still mad at you," she whispered.
"Of course you are," he said, scooting closer to her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I forced Draco to take me to St. Mungo's," she whispered.
"What?" Tom asked. "What are you talking about?"
"I told Draco I was going to St. Mungo's with or without him. And he decided it be safer to accompany me." She huffed. "You would have known this if you had listened to me."
"Hermione, Draco had specific orders not to let you leave." Tom growled.
"Oh, so I'm a prisoner? Gee thanks Tom." She hissed, standing up from the bed.
"Hermione, don't bloody be a bitch about this." He growled.
"A bitch?" She shrieked, her hormones taking over. "You're the biggest jerk I've ever met! Draco did nothing but protect me. He did what I asked. If anyone deserves to be punished, it should be me!" She cried. "You didn't listen to me, you simply shoved me aside." The tears were pouring down her face. "Tom, you pushed me away. I can't let that happen again."
"Hermione, you shouldn't have left! Do you know how dangerous it is out there? I was trying to protect you," he argued.
"Well, you did a terrible job." She hissed.
"Hermione, what the hell did is wrong with you!" He shouted.
Hermione clenched her fists in anger. "I'M PREGNANT!" She screamed, not realizing she blurted it out.
Tom's face turned ashen. "Excuse me?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You fucking heard me Tom. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby." She shouted, tears falling down her face.
"No, no, that's not possible." He said, still in shock.
"Of course it's possible. Why the hell wouldn't it be? We had sex, unprotected sex. I'm pregnant."
He didn't say anything.
"I knew there was something wrong, that's why I wanted Draco to take me to St. Mungo's." She whispered, turning away from him.
She heard Tom cross the room, and take her into his arms. "Hermione, I-"
She shook her head, stepping away from him. "I need time. Tom, I just can't be around you right now."
"What do you mean? Hermione, please, let me fix this." He begged.
She shook her head. "I can't. Please have some of my things moved to a spare room. All this stress isn't good for the baby."
"But I love you," he said, his hands clenching into fists.
"And I love you, but I just feel like your two different people sometimes. And I never know which one I'll get. Tom, I just... I just can't do this right now." She sniffled, the tears flowing freely.
"Hermione, I would never hurt you." He said, taking a step towards her.
She subconsciously stepped back, her back hitting the wall. "I want to think about that, but sometimes I'm not so sure," she whispered.
"Hermione," he pleaded.
She shook her head, trying to ignore the tears pouring down her face. "Tom, yesterday was just too much for me right now. I love you, I really do, but you hurt me, emotionally and physically. I just need some space right now. Please, can you please respect that?"
He quickly crossed the room so he was standing right in front of her. Reaching out, he gently caressed her cheek. He sighed, and then dropped his hand. "If that's what you want."
She nodded, "It is. I just need some time alone for now."
Tom stepped back, and the atmosphere in the room changed. "Fine. I'll have an Elf come move your things and take you to your new room." He shot Hermione one last look, before swiftly exiting.
He stormed his way to his study, slamming the door shut. He then locked it. He didn't want anyone to disturb him.

Hermione collapsed on the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry. He hated her, but she didn't blame him.
She was just so vulnerable right now, with the pregnancy and all, and she was still shaken up from yesterday. She was afraid, afraid for herself and her child. She was just so lost and confused.
Maybe some time alone, some time for myself will help to clear my head.
Her heart twinged when she realized that Tom was mad at her, and it was her fault.
No, it's his fault. He's so bipolar... He needs to straighten out his priorities. Am I important to him or not. He needs to figure that shit out.
She sobbed once more, wishing she had someone there for her. A friend, something, anything. She needed to see Draco, but didn't want to see him just yet, especially since he might be angry with her. Maybe Narcissa would stop by and see her later?
She shook her head; she had never felt so alone.
Hearing a small pop, she looked up and saw a House Elf standing before her. The small elf bowed, and then shyly smiled. "Hello Missus, I'm Tiffy. I'll take your things first, and then come back for you?"
Hermione nodded.
Tiffy snapped her fingers, causing her belongs to appear in a pile. With another snap, Tiffy disappeared, taking Hermione's things with her. A few moments later, she reappeared and held her hand out to Hermione.
Hermione took a deep breath, and placed her hand into the small one. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was alone. She took a deep breath, and then walked over to the bed. She sat on it, and began to take deep breaths.
She could do this. She would do this. She would be strong for herself and her baby. Her hand rubbed her stomach.
"I need a bath," she mumbled to herself.
Walking towards the bathroom, she saw there was a white tub in the center of the room. Smiling, she walked over towards it, and turned the water on. She smiled when she saw there was a bottle of bubbles on the counter. She poured some into the water, and watched as the tub filled with pink bubbles, smelling like roses.
Smiling once more, she quickly removed her clothing and stepped into the tub. She moaned in pleasure as she sunk into the water. "This is exactly what I need," she said to herself.
She sank into the water, leaving only her face visible. She leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. With a flick of her wand, soothing music filled the room. It sounded like she was by a waterfall. Hermione smiled as she felt her muscles begin to relax. She kept chanting in her mind, everything will be all right, everything will be all right.
Hermione stayed in the tub for over an hour. By the time she got up, she was all wrinkly. She grabbed her robe, and shuffled her way towards the bathroom. She knew it was still the morning, but she didn't care. She was exhausted. Crawling onto the bed, she frowned.
The bed wasn't as soft as the one she shared with Tom, but she tried not to think about it. She just wanted to fall asleep, and just forget everything.

Tom growled as someone knocked on his door.
"Thomas Riddle, Jr., you open this door right now or else I will break it down." Severus hissed from the other side.
Tom reluctantly opened the door, letting Severus in.
"I'm not really in a good mood," Tom hissed, reclaiming his seat on the couch, and pouring himself another shot of firewhiskey.
Severus harrumphed. "What did you do to her?"
Tom opened his mouth in shock. "What did I do? Me? Ha, well, I ummmm."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Spit it out."
"She's pregnant. And mad at me. And I'm losing her."
Severus sputtered his drink. "She's pregnant? Tom, what on earth were you thinking?"
Tom's head flopped back and he groaned. "Apparently I wasn't thinking at all. Severus, what do I do? I can't lose her."
He sighed. "You're going to have to figure it out what it is you really want. Obviously, you can't have Hermione and pureblood supremacy."
"Everyone bleeds the same, and I was a fool to think otherwise. Hermione, she's brilliant and strong, and Muggleborn. What if all Muggleborns are like that? Maybe they do belong in this world. If we eradicated all Muggleborns, then what would be left? A handful of Purebloods." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Severus, I fear it's too late for me to change my mind. Too many lives had been lost on both sides." He took another shot of firewhiskey. "I don't know what to do," he admitted in a whisper.
Severus stood, breathing a sigh of relief. He had waited years to hear his friend say this. "It's never too late. I know Dumbledore won't let you off, but we have to start with small steps. We'll devise a plan; we'll have to get you within good graces within the public."
"You're not angry? You don't think I'm a fool?" Tom asked.
Severus shook his head. "You're doing this for love. There's nothing more powerful than that in the world. I'll help you, the Malfoy's will. But you know Bellatrix and some other will cause problems."
"We'll have to do this subtly then. Severus, call Lucius. We'll have to put things in motion soon. And we need to sort the followers, who is loyal to me, and who is loyal to the power." Tom said, standing.
Severus nodded. "Yes, we'll meet up tomorrow morning." He went to leave, but paused at the door. "You're doing the right thing," he stated.
Tom simply nodded.
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