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Written in Blood	By : Corinna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione awoke a few hours later, feeling a distinct pressure in her bladder. As she had no idea where the lavatory was, she resolved to wake her lover and ask for directions. Lover. She liked the sound of that, she had to admit. Fondly, she smoothed the sable strands back from around his face. The change he had undergone in the last few hours was past remarkable; it was astonishing.

The lines he had accumulated in recent months were gone, the pallor he had taken on replaced by a healthy glow. It was as if, Hermione mused, a curse had been preying on him, and she had lifted it. Perhaps the most marked change, however, was the contented smile on his face. I put that there, she thought proudly. She was about to wake him, when she spied the bathroom door. Slipping out of the bed, she padded as inconspicuously as she could to the bathroom, wincing at the soreness between her legs.

That taken care of, she slithered back into the large bed, snuggling close to her Professor. In doing so, she inadvertently managed to nudge him awake. She brought her face very close to his, close enough to rub their noses together, and whispered, "Hello, Professor."

His smile widened momentarily then vanished abruptly as his usually pale face blanched to an ashen white. His eyes bulged, and he fell off the bed, sputtering, "What–how–you–but–get out!"

This was not the reception she had expected at all. "But…Professor, I–"

"GET OUT!" he bellowed, with a wild, almost crazed look in his eyes. Terrified, she attempted to gather her scattered clothing together, and settled for throwing her robes on, leaving her shirt, skirt, brassiere and knickers behind. At the door, she paused, turning and hoping to see his reason reassert itself, but the savage look was stronger than ever. As he began advancing on her, she let out an involuntary squeak, and launched herself out the door. Tearing pell-mell through his classroom, emotions in turmoil, she hardly noticed as she gashed her shoulder–the shoulder he bit in passion so recently–on a shelf of fungi. Once out of the classroom, she didn’t stop, but fled through the corridors with no idea where she was going, just wanting to get as far away from Professor Severus Snape as possible.

Tears streamed down her face as she ran, and unable to see, she stumbled around a corner, and collapsed.

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Harry and Ron laughed as Hagrid regaled them with yet another humorous story of their parents during their time at Hogwarts.

"An’ then," he sputtered, "Molly says to me, ‘why didn’ yer tell me there was a Weasley curse?’ But by then it were too late, o’course, an’ Bill were born not eight months later!"

Ron nearly fell out of his chair at hearing the unusual methods surrounding his family’s origin. "Ah, poor mum! Saddled with the lot of us, and without a moment’s peace! At least she’s getting something lovely out of the bargain."

"Being?" Harry snorted.

Ron puffed out his chest proudly. "Well, me, of course! The rest of the lot are gits. Who only knows how sad she would be if…shut up, then," he said indignantly as Harry exploded into fresh bits of mirth.

"We’d better be going, Hagrid," Harry said as he recovered, seeing the dark of night creeping through the window. "Don’t want to get another detention for being out after curfew, you know."

Hagrid nodded sagely. "Very good, Harry. I could tell yer about the times yer mother an’ father got landed in detention for bein’ out ‘ere…"

Harry laughed. "Don’t do that, Hagrid, or we’ll be here all night!" He and Ron gathered their cloaks, bid their friend farewell, and set off to the castle, trudging through the snow in the deepening darkness.

As they reached the entrance to the Great Hall, Ron realized they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Hermione all day. Harry volunteered to help look for her, but Ron refused. "Probably just in the library, mate. You go on up to the tower, and I’ll try and pull her away from her books." With that, he set off determinedly to find his friend.

After exhausting the library, the Greatl, tl, the kitchens (possibly trying to head up S.P.E.W. again), and Lupin’s classroom, Ron began to feel uneasy. Where could she have gone? He was pondering his next course of action when his least favorite portrait accosted him outside the hospital wing. "Avaunt, ye mangy cur! Not a moment to waste! Tally-ho, good sir!"

Ron groaned at the prospect of another of Sir Cadogan’s mad quests. "Not now, I’m busy! Bugger off!"

But the little knight refused to be deterred. "Your lady is in distress! I say, tally-ho!" With that, Sir Cadogan leapt into the neighboring portrait of a frumpy-looking matron (scaring her half to death in the process), and set off at a dead run through the halls, followed closely by a both worried and confused Ron. Panting, he dashed through the corridors, trying to keep up with the pudgy knight. He ran through halls that he had never seen, going so far down he was certain they must be underground. Finally, Sir Cadogan came to a stop, and motioned Ron around a corner. With trepidation, Ron peeked his head around the corner, and gasped at what he saw.

There, sobbing in a huddled heap like her heart was broken, was Hermione. Ron barely had time to take this in, however, when his eyes flicked ss hss her body, taking in her torn robes and the blood on her exposed shoulder. Horrified at what tragedy must have befallen his friend, he ordered Sir Cadogan to bring Madame Pomfrey at once, ignoring the knight’s "Tally-ho!" in response as he gathered Hermione in his arms.

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"Madame Pomfrey," she insisted, "it wasn’t his fault!"

But she was ignored yet again as Madame Pomfrey bustled about, tending her wounds (most of which she didn’t know she had), and muttering about harmful and irresponsible professors. After her shoulder was healed and her more superficial cuts and scratches seen to, the nurse stood still, lips pursed. She seemed uncertain about what to say next. "My dear," she began uncomfortably, "did Professor Snape hurt you…anywhere else?"

Overcome with irritation with Ron for whatever he had told Madame Pomfrey in their whispered conversation, she snapped, "No, thank you!"

Madame Pomfrey fixed her with a disapproving scowl, and looked as if she was about to continue, when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Poppy, may I have a moment alone with Miss Granger?" Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, looking grave. Looking thoroughly put out, the matron sniffed, and exited. The Headmaster walked over to Hermione’s bed and sat on the end, much as he had the last time she had found herself here.

Hermione began, "Professor, it was my fault, please don’t blame–"

He held up a hand, and she fell silent. "Professor Snape has told me the entire story. I have not, as yet, come to a decision on what to do. That largely depends on you, Miss Granger."

Hermione was flabbergasted. "But sir," she protested, "I already told you it wasn’t his fault. Surely you know that if he told you everything!"

"I do, indeed, know the whole story." Dumbledore fixed her with a piercing gaze. "But you, I think, do not."

"Professor, what…"

Dumbledore sighed. "Has Severus ever mentioned his mother to you?"

Hermione listened, open-mouthed in shock, as the whole story was revealed. To think what the poor man must have been going through, these last few months!

Dumbledore continued, "I tried to warn him, you know. I could see that you were becoming more and more attached to him; since that friendship was helping you through your difficulties, I was reluctant to put an end to it. You were becoming a young woman–I saw that, but I do not believe Severus did. I was afraid, however, that he would act without thinking, and do something he would regret. And now," he went on, sorrow in his eyes, "it appears he has."

Hermione was about to protest that he had extremely enjoyed himself, when she recalled the look in Snape’s eyes when they had parted. Whatever he had wanted earlier, she realized miserably, he seemed to have thought the better of it.

"Moreover," Dumbledore continued, looking grimmer than ever before, "I believe that at this moment, you are most likely carrying the next Snape child."

Hermione was dumbfounded. Had she heard correctly? But then comprehension dawned on her. Of course, the contract. Dazedly, she realized the Headmaster was still speaking.

"Of course, there are ways in which to avoid this situation, if that is your decision." Dumbledore folded his hands, evidentally awaiting her judgement on the matter.

He means he can get rid of the baby, she realized. To only recently receive the knowledge that she was pregnant was enough with deciding right away what she wanted to do about it. She stammered, "May I have some time to think?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Not as long as I wish you could have. You see, Professor Snape only has two weeks remaining to sire a legitimate heir, or he will die. You doubtless noticed a change in him?" At her somewhat mechanical nod, he resumed, "That transformation would promptly be reversed, tenfold, were he to succumb to the curse again. And if he should reach the deadline without making his choice, he will die, by his mother’s hand. That is, Hermione, the reason my actions depend on your decision. If your feelings for Professor Snape are true, and you wish to become his wife and bear his child, I wish you nothing but happiness. If, however, you were in any way forced or coerced into your liason with him, actions must, and will, be taken."

Her mind was reeling from receiving so much information in such a small period of time. Trembling, she said, "I will give you my answer by tomorrow, Headmaster." She attempted to calm her hands by folding them, but they merely shook harder. Soon, her whole body was shaking, as she began to weep. Madame Pomfrey swept in, demanded the Headmaster leave at once, and administered a good portion of Dreamless Sleep potion, despite Hermione’s protests.
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