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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A month passes and each night without fail one of us finds our way into the other’s bed.
Though, I see that Severus seems to be keeping a dreadfully close eye on me lately. He keeps up his usual brooding behaviour, not letting anyone know that anything has changed between us at all.
As the mid month staff meeting draws on,I find myself incredibly bored. I have never to date, had much to add. Mostly on account that I know that no one on staff has any respect for me.
I open my mouth to speak and then quickly close it.
"I believe Miss Blanchett has something she feels she needs to say" Severus drawls in a bored tone.
The entirety of Hogwarts staff turn to face me and I feel a blush creep up onto my cheeks. I look to Severus who nods, looking slightly annoyed.
"I was thinking,” I straighten further in my chair “it would be nice, seeing as it is the first Christmas since the war was won... that perhaps we could have a celebration before the students go home for the holidays? It might ease the tension between the houses for a while?"
"You mean like a ball, Professor Blanchett?" Minerva asks me, looking almost excited at the idea "I hadn't thought of that, but yes it would be nice to do that. It’s been quite some time since our last Yule Ball, I think both the staff and students would greatly benefit from it, a brilliant suggestion Professor Blanchett. All in favor?"
Every hand around the room goes up except Severus' whose look toward me has narrowed and I can't help but smirk.
"It looks as though it is unanimous" she starts, clearly discounting Severus' opinion "can I have volunteers for decorating? Professor Blanchett? Filius? Pomona? I will certainly help as well, and I won't bother asking you Severus, though as Head of Slytherin, perhaps you should show some holiday spirit this year"
Severus snorts and stands, moving toward the door.
"She's right Professor Snape, most of the kids in Slytherin have lost one or both of their parents either to Azkaban or in the war itself. They could use the cheering up."
He turns on his heel and focuses his gaze on me for a moment, standing still and with such firm scrutiny it makes me tremble, I’m beginning to think that maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
"And what exactly do you have in mind Miss Blanchett" through gritted teeth he finally responds.
"I can take care of decorating a tree for Slytherin house, perhaps one in each corner for each house? And quarter off the Hall and each in Christmas decor flowing from their house colors for the dinner portion, then dissolve it into a ballroom after? Using all the house colors to decorate?"
"That sounds lovely Professor Blanchett, will you head up the operation?" Minerva asks with a small uncertain smile.
"Of course, I'd love---"
"Miss Blanchett is still learning the ropes here, I hardly think she has the time between her classes and extracurriculars to handle planning a ball Headmistress." Severus sneers.
Not wanting to cause a disruption, I readily agree, not letting my ire show.
"I don't know enough of the castle to organize something so elaborate, otherwise I would be happy to help Headmistress, I'm so sorry."
"I forgot that you hadn't been a student here Professor Blanchett, the fault is mine. Thank you for your suggestions."
*
I wave my wand carefully erecting the Christmas tree in the corner of my rooms and Cygnus watches on, clearly unamused as he lets out a large yawn. I flick my wand again and watch as all the richly colored silver and red ornaments carefully fasten themselves to the tree.
I ignite the fire and move some pine branches into it, carefully charming them to only give off just a scent and not to burn away, providing the room with a peaceful winter smell of Yule. I step back to admire my work and slam against Severus’ chest. Quickly his arms wrap around me and he leans in and nips gently at my neck. I pull from his arms and turn, fixing a glare at him.
"How dare you Severus. How could you tell her I couldn't handle the job?! You had no right to speak for me Severus!"
"Morwyn..."
"No Severus, I'm trying to make a place here for myself! They don't trust my judgement and obviously neither do you. You’ve yet to support me when I’ve tried to put a foot forward here. You’ve been treating me like rubbish outside of our chambers."
"Morwyn! Have you gone bloody daft, woman?! What are you talking about?"
"Are you joking? You completely ignore me, you treat me like an insignificant little girl. You demean me and you question me at every turn. Are you embarrassed by me? Am I so horrible? Are you so worried what people will think of you because of me?"
He scoffed. "I'm like that with everyone, and I'd like to keep the suspicion from us, since I do prefer my business to be private. You, witch, have gone quite mad."
I’d had enough. "Leave, please just leave Severus, I need some space." I whisper, turning away from him. I hear his steps and the door slams forcefully in his wake.
*
I continue decorating my room until late in the evening, garland around the canopy poles of my bed, a beautiful wreath on the door. Floating red and silver candles and falling snowflakes. I transfigure the decorations on my mantel into Christmas snow globes and Christmas candles that won't burn away.
I move to my bathroom changing all the towels to red and silver, adding garland and snowflakes to this room as well.
I change my comforters to red and my sheets to silver, pillows in a deep rich emerald green and I climb into my cold bed, settling into it and dropping my wand on the bedside table. It takes me hours to fall asleep and I wake up within an hour having had a nightmare and feeling terribly ill. I promptly race for the bathroom emptying the contents of my stomach, after I turn over my cabinets for an anti-nausea potion and downing that before climbing back into bed. I've never done well with stress, and I'm feeling it now. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning before giving up on sleeping at six and move to the chair by the fire and curl up with an advanced potion making book to plan my lessons for the week.
*
Saturday goes by quickly with the aid of a few more doses of anti-nausea potion.
My lessons are planned for the next two weeks before I grow too tired and force myself to climb into my bed for another night of restless sleep and nightmares.
By Sunday morning I have drained my supply of anti-nausea potion and feel too dreadfully tired to make any more.
Climbing back into bed,I choke down vomit and try desperately to get to sleep. By Sunday evening I force myself from bed and have an elf fetch me the ingredients for the potion I so desperately need, now believing I have been hit with a terrible flu bug.
After spoiling two batches having had to leave them unattended to vomit, I finally manage to brew a pot, drinking a dose hot out of the cauldron just to get some relief and climb into bed I fall into an exhausted sleep, waking just in time to down a potion in the morning and head to class.
By Monday evening I have no energy to attend dinner, feeling drained and I climb into my bed again after casting a warming spell on it. When I wake late Monday evening still feeling ill, I start going over symptoms and pull a medical book from the shelves. With only two symptoms, fatigue and nausea present I cast a searching charm over the book to find a possible ailment. When the pages stop flipping and the book drops open on my lap, I feel all the color drain from my face as I scan the page. Pregnant?
Oh Merlin, how could I have been so stupid? All the potion I've been taking. I tear out of the room to the library, desperately pulling a few books off the shelf and bringing them back to my room. I settle down into the chair again, first things first, a spell to find out if I am pregnant before I begin panicking over nothing. I finally locate a spell in one of the books and after practising the proper wand-work a few times I cast the spell, my heart racing and my hands trembling slightly. A band of gold light circles me before settling down on my belly and expanding over my lower belly, I gasp dropping my wand to the floor. I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant with Severus' baby. What a fantastic thing to have happen when I am as angry as I am at him. I pull open another book searching the safety of anti-nausea potion and am at the very least relieved to find out it isn't harmful to the baby. For the remainder of the week I continue on with my sleep deprived potion chugging life, by Friday evening I have managed to avoid every meal all week and barely have the strength to climb into the bed. I drop in and fall immediately into a fitful sleep, too tired to even pull myself away from the nightmares that are plaguing me.
*****
After not seeing her all week I grow worried that she is not eating or sleeping, feeling my own body’s exhaustion from a weeks worth of laying awake. I push through the wards on her door and stop dead at the sound of a ruckus coming from her bedroom. I slam the door closed behind me and rush in to find her crying out and thrashing wildly in her bed. Her eyes have dark circles underneath them and her face has a sickly pallor, and judging from her appearance she has lost a bit of weight.
Her fluffy demon stands at her head pawing at her face in what I assume is an attempt to wake her. My eyes scan to the bedside table where there are several empty potions vials, I lift one carefully to my nose and inhale. Anti-nausea? I pause for a minute and scan the room, my eyes falling on a few open books on her table. I move quietly across the room, her loud nightmarish protestations still echoing off the walls as I stop dead. A spell to detect pregnancy, an article on the safety of anti-nausea during pregnancy? My insides leap, she's pregnant, my little witch is with child, my child. I take a few moments to pull everything in and calm myself before approaching her and shake her until her eyes open and she bolts up. Within seconds she bounds off the bed, racing for the bathroom and slamming the door.
"Morwyn, are you ill?" I ask calmly pushing open the door to her bathroom carefully. She sits curled up hugging her stomach with her head gently rested on the seat, eyes closed and tears running down her cheeks. "Morwyn, how long have you been sick for and why haven't you made yourself a potion to cure this?"
Her eyes open and I feel my heart drop. "Not now Severus, I can't deal with your scolding right now" her voice is tired and raw from being sick and I notice she is trembling; so I move towards her scooping her up in my arms and carrying her back to her bed, laying her down gently and covering her up. I uncork a vial of anti-nausea and tip it carefully to her dry lips before casting a warming spell on her bed. I move quickly to the bathroom, filling a glass from the counter with water and transfiguring her a straw, I bring her the water and force her to drink half the glass before sitting down beside her and taking her hands in mine.
"How long have you been sick Morwyn?" I ask her, making sure my eyes don't give away that I already know.
"A little over a week"
"Why haven't you made a potion to cure yourself Morwyn? You've lost weight and you look terrible"
"I'm not sick Severus, so there isn't a cure"
"You certainly look ill Morwyn, what the hell is going on? Is this because we’re fighting?"
"I'm pregnant Severus" she whispers so quietly I almost don't hear her.
"What?" I ask, hopeful, but sure that I didn't hear her correctly, I come off surprised.
"I'm pregnant Severus, I didn't even think about spells to prevent, it never occurred to me- I wasn’t- I’m so sorry Sev--"
I stop her, "Don't apologize Morwyn, I’m as much at fault."
"Severus, I'm scared, what are we going to do?" I turn away from her to head to the other side of the bed when she grabs my arm, voice urgent "please don't leave me."
"I'm just getting undressed Morwyn, then I'll be joining you in bed. relax witch, I'm here now" I slip off my cloak and shirts and pants then move around the bed pulling her tiny trembling frame into my arms, her skin cold against mine.
"I'm going to summon Poppy Morwyn, she can get you back on your feet" I whisper gently, summoning an elf and sending the creature to get her, pulling Morwyn closer and kissing her on the forehead, watching as she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep.
Moments later Poppy enters the room and I have to choke down laughter at the look of horror on her face at seeing Morwyn tucked against me, her hands resting on my chest and her head tucked under my chin. It takes her a moment to regain herself before she looks at me, a million questions burning in her mind I’m positive.
"I will answer your questions later Poppy, but right now I need you to help her, can you do that?"
"Of course Severus, what happens to be wrong with the child?" She asks, more curious than concerned and I suddenly understand why Morwyn feels so alone.
"Can you try to pretend you care Poppy? You've been able to look past everything with me, you can bring yourself to do the same for her. You don’t need her life’s story just to treat her, but she is your colleague and… my partner… you WILL treat her with respect."
"Severus…” I saw her brow furrow in wonder “you... love her, don't you?"
"I care deeply for her Poppy, she's pregnant and has been ill for over a week, I don't know all the details but she's been taking a lot of anti-nausea and I'm assuming she hasn't been eating much"
"How far along is she?"
"She can't be more than two months along"
"So you don't know, and she hasn't come to me so I assume no medical care, she's off to a great start"
"She's terrified of contact Poppy, I'm the only person she let's touch her, and believe me that was a fight in and of itself."
I watch as she pulls out her wand and starts running scans on her, criss crossing her wand in the air and laying out a piece of parchment for the results to record on. I close my eyes leaning in to her and pressing a gentle kiss to her head.
"She's at her fourth week, it's where most women will experience morning sickness. But Severus, she's also dehydrated, has low blood sugar and is slightly malnourished. Can you make a slow release anti-nausea? So she can take less but it spans out more? Too much anti-nausea can cause dehydration."
"I can do that in the morning when I cover her Potions class so she can rest" I respond, gently stroking my fingers through Morwyn’s hair.
"And she will need some hydrating elixir, two vials a day for a week and then one vial for the next week, try to get her to eat some fruit as it will bring up her sugars and help keep her hydrated. I'm assuming that this is your child?"
"Yes, and for the time being, it stays between us"
"Of course Severus, she is my patient, I’m a professional. But what am I to tell the Headmistress exactly Severus?"
"For now, that the has the flu, she's being treated and you have already spoken to me about covering her classes. I need time to work this out with her before the entire faculty comes crashing down on our heads.” I look up at her, scowling “Please Poppy, this is a matter of patient confidentiality after all."
"I will check in on her tomorrow, get some food in her, and lots of rest for a few days, and Severus?"
I look up, expecting a scolding from the older witch whom has always mothered me.
"For what it's worth..." she lets a small smile grace her severe features, “Congratulations.” and she is gone.
An hour passes when an elf shows up with a tray of sliced fruit and places it on the foot of the bed then disappearing. I grab a small sliver of watermelon and nudge her gently.
"I know you're awake Morwyn, but how long exactly have you been listening?"
"Since she got here,” She sighs “and thank you for defending me Severus." she whispers before kissing my throat.
I raise the watermelon to her lips, patiently waiting, the juices from the fruit sliding down my wrist, before pushing the small piece into her mouth. I continue feeding her small slices of melon until her eyelids become heavy and I let her doze off, safe and protected in my arms.
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