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The Potions Master's Baby	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 63467 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Seven: Out of Control

The potions classroom was empty, the next class of the day not due for another ten minutes. Severus appreciated the silence as he began scratching the ingredients for the fourth year student�s potion onto his blackboard. His spiky, narrow handwriting was notoriously illegible and it amused him to watch the students try and decipher it. A few were bright enough to look it up in their texts but most were lazy little sods who would spend valuable preparation time staring at the blackboard trying to figure it out.

He was pleased that the students were brewing a harmless cleaning potion, none of the ingredients were volatile or explosive, and therefore he didn�t have to be hovering over them the entire class. He didn�t have the patience for it. He couldn�t seem to get his mind to focus on anything but her.

She hadn�t mentioned the licking incident a single time in the few days since it happened. He supposed he could have brought it up, but he wasn�t quite sure what to say to her. So, the other day when you licked my mouth�what was that about? He snorted to himself and dropped the chalk back onto the ledge, pleased that his writing was barely readable.

He went back to his desk and withdrew his grade book for the upcoming class of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. They were a relatively unexciting lot, his most interesting classes were always the ones that paired up the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Both houses were strong willed with tendencies towards mischief, one leaning more towards the dark side than the other. That was usually where the explosions happened, or a potion went awry and resulted in a student being sent to the hospital wing.

No, he certainly didn�t need any excitement in his class at the moment, nice and calm was just what he needed. He didn�t bother to acknowledge any of students who had begun to filter in. They sat at their brewing stations and chatted amongst themselves about trivial things that seemed all important to their immature, teenaged minds. One day they would look back and laugh, for now he would laugh at them, on the inside of course.

�Ahem.� He looked up at the clearly feminine throat clearing to find Hermione staring down at him. She was smiling slightly, her cheeks rosy. He had heard the old clich� that a woman glowed when she was expecting and cast it off as idiocy. But now he was rethinking it because she looked positively radiant standing there.

�Hello.� He said, laying his quill aside and getting to his feet. �What can I do for you?�

�You told me to stop by this afternoon, remember? You said you had something for me.� She said, smiling at his forgetfulness. She of course had been a bit stunned at lunch when he told her that he had a gift for her.

�Oh, yes of course. Forgive me, I was preparing for the next class.� He said. �Come with me.� He led her back behind the blackboard and withdrew a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked an old cupboard and removed a small crock from within before locking it up once more and re-pocketing the keys. �This is for you.�

�What is it?� She took the crock and lifted the lid, the sweet scent of vanilla filling the air.

�I thought it might be helpful to use on your skin, to help prevent stretch marks and itching as you grow.� He said softly. She dipped her fingers into the cream and rubbed it between her fingers, the thick, smooth texture felt nice and absorbed quickly leaving behind a faint scent.

�You made it for me?� She asked softly, looking up into his eyes as she tucked the jar into her pocket.

�Yes, it has a healing potion mixed in, shea butter, vanilla, vitamin E and potions that promote stretching and elasticity. It also has an anti-itching potion�I uh�I read that the stretching could cause itching.� He said, scowling.

�You read? Severus, have you been reading pregnancy books?� She was curious.

�I may have glanced at some information.� He said uncomfortably.

�Why would you do that?� She asked, stepping closer without realizing she had moved.

�I wanted to know what you were going through.� He felt his chest tighten as she moved closer. Did she not realize what she was doing? Her eyes began to darken and those long, thick lashes lowered to half mast. There she went again, she was inhaling him, taking deep breaths as she tried to breathe him in. �Hermione?�

�It�s very sweet of you.� She mumbled, stepping closer and closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. �Why do you smell so good? You always smell like mint.� She said, leaning forward so that her nose was almost pressed against his chest.

�Brewing constantly makes my hair and skin oily, genetics make it worse�.my bath products are made with tea tree oil and mint to try and combat it.� He wasn�t sure why he was rambling on about his toiletries, he couldn�t seem to help himself. His heart was pounding and tingling warmth began to spread through him. She was so close�.

�I like it.� She whispered, her eyes moving slowly up to meet his. She stared at his mouth, her body heated and the flesh between her thighs began to ache. �Thank you, Severus, for the cream.�

�You�re welcome.� He barely got the words out before her lips were pressing against his. It took him a moment before it registered that she was kissing him. She moaned softly against his lips and his hands came to rest on her upper arms. He kissed her back, just a light pressing of his lips back against hers, a soft brush of his mouth over hers. She pulled back, her hand now resting in the center of his chest.

Soft puffs of air slid between her lips as she panted, the warm blows tickling his lips and chin. She licked her lips and he wanted to do the same but he held back. They were in his classroom after all and on the other side of his blackboard students were waiting for him to begin their lessons.

�Oh god!� She gasped, balling her fist against his chest. �I�m sorry�I don�t know what is wrong with me!�

�It�s alright, Hermione.� He soothed. He ran his hand gently up and down her arm.

�No, it isn�t�..I have assaulted you twice now�.I�m sorry�� She wrenched herself out of his hold and without a word she fled, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she beat a path through his classroom and out the door.

�I�m not.� He said quietly to himself as he came around the blackboard and met the curious stares of his students. Several were grinning like loons and he realized that they had been able to see their feet beneath the rolling blackboard, would have seen that they were standing toe to toe and assumed the truth of it. He had in fact been kissing Professor Granger, or she had been kissing him rather.

�Your assignment is on the board, get to work!� He snapped, annoyed by their sly little expressions. He went to his desk and settled into his chair with his grade book and quill. He licked his lips and this time he could taste her. The light, sweet flavor of her lip gloss still lingered. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the class. He was going to have a nice, long chat with Hermione later, someplace private where she couldn�t run away from him.

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Hermione thought about ignoring the knocking at her door, but she couldn�t, she was head of Gryffindor House and it could be one of her students needing her. She wasn�t surprised at all to open it and find Severus standing there scowling at her.

�You skipped dinner.� He said by way of greeting. �It isn�t good for the baby for you to skip meals.�

�I ate in my rooms.� She said, wanting to be angry but she just couldn�t muster it. She had no right to be angry, she knew she would have to answer for her actions towards him eventually. �Come inside, Severus, before someone wonders why you are dawdling outside my door.�

She stepped back and waited for him to pass by her before closing the door behind them. The minty fragrance that clung to him reached her nostrils as he passed and she shivered, she couldn�t seem to prevent reacting to him. She followed him into her sitting room where he stood on the rug staring into the fire.

�Why did you skip dinner in the hall?� He asked quietly. Hermione sighed and sat on the sofa, curling her legs beneath her.

�I was embarassed.� She answered honestly. She was ashamed of her lack of control, for twice putting her mouth on a man who didn�t want it. If he wanted he could claim sexual harassment and have her sacked. Even as she sat there in shame she couldn�t help but look upon him with longing. Tall, dark and brooding, ridiculously intelligent and surprisingly gentle and kindhearted when he wished to be, he was a constant enigma to her.

�There is no need for you to be embarassed, Hermione.� Severus turned to face her and made his way to the sofa where he sat on the cushion beside her. He cursed as he fell into the overly plush seat and reached for the throw pillows to shove behind him so he could sit straight. He turned his body towards her and met her gaze.

�I really am sorry�I don�t know what got into me.� She bit into her bottom lip and averted her gaze.

�When you licked me or when you kissed me?� He asked. She winced and peered at him through her peripherals. He didn�t look angry or upset, in fact his mouth was lifted slightly at one corner, almost like a grin.

�Take your pick.� She said with a roll of her eyes. �Something is going on with me, Severus, I can�t seem to control myself.�

�With every man or just me?� He asked. It was a question he had been pondering since she kissed him. Had he been arrogant in assuming her attraction was to him? Perhaps in this state any man would do? Her eyes flashed in anger and he realized he had made an error.

�I am NOT a whore! I do not give my affections freely under any circumstances!� She snapped. Severus immediately felt guilty for his careless words.

�Forgive me, Hermione, I did not mean it that way. I know you aren�t�.casual with your affections.� He reached up and undid the top button on his jacket. She watched his hand as his long fingers manipulated the button through the hole and felt a rush of liquid heat burn between her thighs. She took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly trying to calm her pulse. She couldn�t believe that she was becoming aroused by something so small. The man was adjusting his clothing for Merlin�s sake!

But when he did it, plucking that button loose then the next one and then the tiny buttons of the white shirt beneath, he revealed the long line of his throat and the silvery scars that marred it and suddenly she wanted to crawl across the sofa and kiss his throat, put her mark on him in place of the scars left by Nagini. She whimpered softly and bit into her lip, hard.

�It�s you.� She said softly, watching the way his finger tucked under the collar and pulled it away from his throat as though it were choking him. �I don�t know what�s going on but I don�t respond this way to others. It�s just you that this happens with, just you that I think about that way.�

She blurted it out quickly but the confession sounded strained as though it were being forced out of her reluctantly instead of spilling out in a torrent of words. Severus really didn�t care how he came about her confession, only that he did. For some inexplicable reason he wanted it to be just him, he wanted her to want him, maybe even to need him. What frightened him though was that maybe it was a fluke, something brought on simply by her hormonal state with nothing more concrete taking form beneath the�randiness.

�I�m not sure I understand, I mean I understand�I�ve erm, read about the idosyncracies of the later months of pregnancy�� His face actually turned red and tiny beads of sweat were forming on his brow and upper lip.

�Oh gods!� She hauled a pillow into her lap and buried her face in mortification. �You know!�

Severus almost smiled, her reaction was quite amusing. However, he did not wish to continue the conversation with her face shoved into a bundle of fluff. He grasped the pillow and pulled it from her, tilting his head when she lifted her face to reveal those wide amber eyes and lips plump from her incessant nibbling.

�It is nothing you need be ashamed of, a body�s needs are certainly natural�� He was uncomfortable and not just because of the conversation but because of what it made him feel. �But is it just your current condition that draws you, or is it something�other?�

Hermione figeted with the hem of her skirt. He was so close, too close for her not to be affected by his voice, his scent. She swallowed hard and shifted on the cushion, she could feel his eyes on her like a caress. Everywhere his gaze touched she felt the light tingle of awareness.

�Why do you want to know?� She never dreamed she would be having such an intimate conversation with him. Of course she also never dreamed she would be carrying his child, licking him beneath the Quidditch stands or snogging him behind his blackboard. As far as paving new territory with Severus Snape went, Hermione Granger was on a roll.

�I just need to know. Please, be honest and tell me.� He was looking at her expectantly, his back stiff and straight, almost as though he were expecting her to tell him that it was only the pregnancy that made her try and get closer to him.

Gods how she wished that were true. It would make much more sense and would be a hell of a lot easier. Ever since she had spoken with Harry and Ginny she had been looking at herself, looking at her emotions and her feelings. Sure, she was hormonal as all hell and her body was changing in ways she couldn�t begin to comprehend, she admitted that she felt bonded to him because of the baby, but the attraction, that was something separate altogether.

She had been thinking back over the last several years of her life, specifically the moments that involved him. He hadn�t been the kindest teacher, in fact she had believed he hated her for a long time. It hadnt stopped her from fantasizing about him though. It wasn�t his looks that drew her, she could be honest when she said her attraction to him had never been completely physical. It had always been his keen mind that drew her in. Later it had been his sense of honor and as she matured she had come to realize that there was a physical attraction there. He wasn�t conventionally attractive, but Hermione never went much for the conventional.

She had seen him often during her student teaching, though he had never spoken to her above the courtesies. He had come to Ron�s funeral. She could remember looking up through her tears and seeing him standing at the back of the crowd, his cloak clutched tightly around him in the blistering cold. He hadnt appeared at the wake but she had received a small note from him, scrawled in his oh so familiar hamdwriting if you can call it that. It had simply read, I�m sorry, but it had touched her deeply.

When her mourning period was over she had set about recapturing her life and taken the job at Hogwarts. It was perfect for her, she got to live in the castle, teach and serve as head of house to her alma mater. When she thought back on moments at meal time, meetings, chance encounters in the halls she realized that there had been stirrings there all along, stirrings she had opted not to acknowledge. At least not before her current circumstances. Now her attraction to him was all she could think about and it was making her crazy.

�It isn�t just the pregnancy. I had�stirrings�before this, I just chose to ignore them because I figured you to be, well frankly I figured you to be uninterested. I think that the pregnancy has just made them impossible to ignore.� She was staring at the pearl ring on her right hand, focusing on the little white bead so she didn�t have to look at him. �I don�t expect anything�I am so sorry that I keep invading your personal space, I wish I could tell you that it wont happen again but I don�t seem to be able to control my reactions to you. Maybe it would be best if we avoided each other for awhile.�

Severus could see that her emotions pained her and that she truly felt as though she had violated him in some way. It was nearly comical. With a trembling hand he reached out and nudged her chin up with his knuckles. She kept her eyes closed as his rough, abraded fingers stroked her lips, her jaw and her brow.

�Open your eyes.� He said quietly, his voice low and hoarse. She lifted her lids halfway and she caught her breath. The look in his eyes was intense, burning hot and filled with what she could only identify as�want. �Don�t apologize. You didn�t do anything I found offensive, you just surprised me. I am unaccustomed to affection such as you have demonstrated, but it was not�unwelcome.�

�Severus?� Hermione was confused. �What�are you saying that you would be interested in�.what?�

�I am saying that we find ourselves in a rather unusual situation. We are expecting a child together and emotions are high, but there seems to be something more here that this situation is bringing to the surface and maybe, maybe we should explore it.� He said.

�But you don�t �I�ve never�I mean�� She took a deep, calming breath to ease her nerves. �I have never seen or heard of you being in a relationship, you said you never wanted to be a father, I just assumed that you didn�t believe in relationships.�

�It isn�t that I don�t believe in them I just havent engaged in them. I have had�affairs, over the years, but it was always casual. My life was never conducive to something permanent.� His mouth twitched slightly. �It seems that whether or not I wanted it, you and I are bound together in something permenant.�

�But what if it�s a mistake? What if we don�t�work? Where will that leave us?� She asked, sighing when his hand slid from her cheek to the side of her throat where his thumb caressed the soft skin below her ear.

�Then we let it go and focus on the child I suppose.� He said, his eyes focused on her lips.

�So then�.what exactly is this?� She asked breathlessly.

�This is me voicing my intent to court you.� He said, nearly choking on the words. Hermione was fairly certain she was the first witch to hear those words spill from his lips.

�I don�t know what to say.� She was smiling at him, the corners of her mouth lifting in a combination of happiness and surprise.

�Well, generally when a man presses his suit you let him know if his attentions are welcomed or not.� He smirked.

�Well�how serious would this courting get?� Her voice was more breathy and husky than she had intended.

�I suppose that depends on you, on me, on what we feel comfortable with.� He said, swallowing hard as he read between the lines. What she really wanted to know was if he wanted to have sex with her. The answer was yes, hell yes, but he wasn�t an idiot, he knew that this was important, that it had to be based on more than the physical.

�Would you do something for me first?� She asked softly. �Something to help me decide?�

�Of course.�

�Kiss me, Severus.�

Severus took a deep breath and ran his tongue over his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling excessively dry. He slid the hand resting on the side of her neck around to cup the back of her head and tugged her forward. He brought his other hand up to rest on her cheek, his thumb stroking her lips briefly before he lowered his head and brushed his mouth agaisnt hers lightly.

She parted her lips on contact and whimpered softly. The light, teasing caress of his lips was tortorous, she needed him to kiss her. To really kiss her. She wanted to taste him, to feel him. Her hands came up between them to rest agaisnt the center of his chest, her fingers curling into the soft wool of his jacket. When he pressed harder, his lips capturing the plump softness of her bottom lip, she nearly swooned. Heat spread through her, heating her face and causing her skin to prickle with awareness.

No other kiss had ever affected her so. She fell forward, landing against his chest just as his tongue slid along the seam of her lips and between. She wanted to shout with joy, his kissing skills were divine. Severus Snape turned kissing into an art form. Unlike the few men she had kissed previously, Severus did not shove his tongue into her mouth like some heat seeking missile on a mission to destroy. His tongue did not dart in and out of her mouth like a lizard or roll around like he intended to choke her with it.

No, Severus kissed like a man intent on enjoying the flavor of her without being rushed. He did not shove his tongue inside her mouth, targeting her tonsils, no, his tongue danced lightly over her lips, the tip curling just inside and licking the underside of her top lip. He didn�t try to duel with her tongue, instead he licked lightly at it, sliding it gently along hers, tickling and tantalizing until she couldn�t breathe. She was actually trembling in his arms when he pulled away.

The sight of her flushed cheeks, passion darkened eyes and moist, red lips were almost his undoing. She looked incredible aroused as she was, and she tasted divine. He swallowed hard, his hands caressing her face and throat as she clutched at the front of his coat, little pants of breath blowing agaisnt his lips as she struggled to calm herself.

�So�can you make a decision now?� He asked hoarsely.

�Oh yes, you can definitely court me, Severus.� She whispered. �As long as you keep kissing me like that you can do anything you want to me.�

�That�s good to know.� He whispered just before he captured her lips with his again.

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so thanks to pretty begging in Yahoo Messenger by a friend, you get another chapter today�.

To answer a few questions�..

I see Severus as being very tall and lean and I generally see Hermione as being rather petite�..when it comes to Hermione I tend not to visualize Emma�.I see her as I saw her in my head when I read the books. Sev and Lucius I see as Rickman and Isaacs.

As to Sev�s acceptance�..who says he has to be an asshole all the time? Isnt it just as likely that after the war and after he had a chance to settle into a normal life he would accept what was happening and try to do what he felt was right? That he would have a sense of honor for a child of his, no matter how much he didn�t want to be a father?

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