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What Happens Now?	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16016 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own the characters or anything else recognisable and I don't make any money from writing this.

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Author’s Notes: For those of you that find this next scene a bit strange, it’s actually taken from something I myself did. I am currently twelve weeks pregnant with my second child and when watching an episode of Bones I cried my eyes out (no too strange because someone died), the bad part was when I then sat watching Disney’s Cars with my son and at the end when Lightning McQueen stops on purpose and goes back to help the other car that crashed I started crying! It was crazy! I sat there feeling like an idiot but I had literally no control over it and when my partner (so supportive that he is) start making fun of me I got in a right mood for a good hour over it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or the characters or anything else recognisable and I make no money from these writings.

A big thanks to my beta JenJenSon for helping me and going through all my crazy typos so that you can actually read what I write :D

What Happens Now?

Chapter Eight

Hermione sat with Ginny and Harry in their living room watching the television. Harry had got one because the Weasley’s, especially Arthur had always seemed fascinated with muggle appliances and since he had one growing up...even though he was never allowed to choose what he watched, he decided he’d quite like one.

“Hermione...are you....crying?” Harry asked carefully, looking at the sniffling witch next to his wife.

“No, don’t be silly Harry.” Hermione snapped quickly. They both eyed Hermione to find that she was indeed crying at the cartoon that they had put on for Teddy.

“What’s the matter?” Ginny asked. “You can tell us you know.”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” Hermione huffed. Neither of them shifted their gaze and in the end Hermione gave up and told them. “He just gave up his chance of winning to help the other guy. It’s just really sweet.”

“Oh my...Ginny please don’t tell me you’re going to start crying at things.” Harry murmured. Ginny and Harry sat there trying not to laugh but in the end it was no good. Hermione promptly stood up and abruptly disappeared into the fireplace despite her two friends trying to call out apologies behind her.

“You’re back earlier than you said.” A voice drawled as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace into the living room.

“Is that a problem?” she snapped, heading straight past him, grabbing her book from the coffee table and heading straight to the bedroom.

“What on earth is wrong with you now?” he muttered. Hermione didn’t answer as she had already vanished from sight. It took Severus half an hour to decide to go and check on his sulking wife to make sure there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. He found her on the bed huffing at her book.

“Yes?” she asked, not looking up but knowing he was there.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing important.” She replied.

“Then why are you still sulking like a child?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Because even if Harry doesn’t, Ginny is supposed to understand!” she huffed.

“Understand what?”

“I got a bit emotional earlier, over nothing really just hormones but they laughed at me, both of them.” She explained, closing her book and pouting.

“Emotional how?” he asked carefully.

“I might have got a bit teary over a cartoon show. Just a bit and I know it’s stupid so you don’t have to say anything. They just didn’t have to laugh at me!” she said defensively. Severus fought to keep the smile off of his face but she frowned when she saw his lips twitching none the less. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Hermione it is funny.” He said simply. “It may not be your fault and only hormones but it is funny. So, how about you go and have a bath and let it go now?”

“It’s not funny to me.” She retorted, climbing off the bed.

“You’ll survive.” He told her. “Come on, go relax and stop fretting. I’d rather not worry about getting my head bitten off if I breathe to loudly in bed.”

“I’m not that bad!” Hermione protested.

“No, you’re not.” He agreed, looking down to meet her furious gaze. “It was a joke.”

“Sorry.” Hermione sighed. She really did need to relax; maybe she’d feel better tomorrow.

Luckily the thought of sinking into a nice warm bath did cheer her up and once she actually did get into the warm bubbly water she could feel herself relaxing straight away. Her hair was pinned back on her head and she lay back to enjoy the feeling. After a short while she cast a few charms to shave herself and scrubbed her face.

“Oh!” she suddenly gasped. Her stomach felt very strange...like the bubbling feeling she had felt before but it seemed to keep going. “Ah!” She squeaked as she felt a strange rolling feeling in her stomach. It seemed that her baby at seventeen weeks had decided to start making some movements inside.

“Are you-” the door burst open and Severus’s words died on his lips as he found her smiling. “Sorry. I thought you were hurt.”

“Wait, it’s OK.” She told him as he spun on heel to leave as quickly as he had entered. “It was the baby moving. It just took me by surprise. It’s never really moved much before now, at least not enough that I could definitely tell that that’s what it was.”

“That’s a good sign.” He replied. “Perhaps he likes the bath.”

“Or she.” Hermione corrected.

“We’ll see.” He replied. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Hermione lay in the bath a while longer stroking her now still stomach. She couldn’t wait to find out if it was a boy or a girl...maybe it would be a nicer surprise is they waited until the baby arrived but she wasn’t sure she could wait that long. She had about three weeks to decide if she wanted to find out the sex of the baby at her next scan and she was no closer to a decision than she was five weeks ago.

That was the first time Severus had talked about the baby in terms of he or she. In fact usually it was child or it...maybe now that she had a bump it was able to seem more real to him. They hadn’t seen much of each other over the past couple of weeks because of end of year exams but since the school year was nearly over he would soon have no choice but to spend more time with her.

They were staying at Hogwarts for a few weeks after the end of term as Ron and Luna were going to be having their wedding on the grounds and they were both invited. After that they were planning to go to Severus’s house in Spinner’s End for most of the summer break.

Once Hermione had gotten out of the bath and dressed in her nice comfy lounging around clothes she headed back into the living room.

“Better now?”

“Yes.” Hermione nodded. “Apparently the whole scary pregnant woman thing isn’t a myth.”

“Apparently not.” Her husband agreed, looking up from his book. Hermione was now dressed in a pair of comfortable jogging bottoms and a vest top that clung to her bump, his eyes focused on it, unable to help himself.

“I need some reading material for my project, do you have anything that may mention use of spells and charms on potions or during potion making?” Hermione asked, taking a seat on the sofa.

“Not here. At my house I have a few books that mention spell use when harvesting ingredients and the effects of it and the possible side effects of using spells during brewing. I doubt there is anything in much detail though because few potion masters would think to potentially contaminate their potions with excess magic.” He informed her.

“Well, something is better than nothing.” Hermione shrugged.

“My house,” he started slowly. “We’re going to need to sell it.”

“How come?” Hermione asked curiously.

“There is only one bedroom.” He explained. “And since I assume that at some point we will need a residence other than Hogwarts we will need one with more than one bedroom.”

“Oh, well...it not urgent but I suppose that makes sense.” Hermione agreed. “Anyway it’s your house so as long as you don’t move us into a dark forest somewhere I’ll leave the decisions to you.”

“You’re not going to insist on some dream house that you simple must have?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“No.” Hermione replied, then she turned to look at him. “Do I seriously look like a materialistic person to you? Surely you know me better by now!”

“Ah of course, the woman who hates clothes shopping how could I forget?” he chuckled. Hermione flushed a little, when had he stopped calling her girl? She couldn’t quite remember, but she most certainly wasn’t going to complain that he wasn’t patronising her over her age anymore.

“Just think by the Christmas holiday this little one will be here already.” Hermione said, stroking her stomach.

“Do you want to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas or go home, to the new house when we have one?” he asked, then paused looking thoughtful. “I suppose we’ve got quite a while before we have to worry about that still though.”

“Yes, we’ll decide later.” Hermione agreed. “Now, where is Lolly with dinner I’m starving? Are you going to the main hall or staying sat there?”

“I hadn’t realised the time. I suppose I should go to the great hall...it wouldn’t do for the students to think they’re free of me now would it? Especially not in the last two weeks of term.” He replied, standing and going to put on his robes. “At the weekend we could go somewhere to eat if you like? Somewhere different since you don’t get out very much?”

“Severus Snape are you asking me out?” Hermione asked wryly.

“Of course not, that would be pointless firstly you’re already my wife and secondly I had no intentions of the sort.” He spluttered.

“Uhuh.” Hermione smirked. “I’d love to.” He just nodded and left their rooms without another word, leaving Hermione chuckling to herself.

Severus however spent his entire march to the great hall in thought on three simple words; ‘I’d love to’. She’d love to what? Love to go to dinner or love to go out? In the case of the latter why on earth would she? What on earth could possibly be appealing about going out on a date with someone nineteen years her senior not to mention looks or personality? He had to admit she did manage to draw the short straw when it came to husbands, he was not pleasant company, not a pleasant person and not pleasant to look at either so why on earth did she seem to think she could have done worse? The only thing that could have been worse would have been one of the deatheaters that wasn’t actually Dumbledore’s man.

The other question of course was would he want to go on a date with her? She was pleasant enough company and knew when to stay quiet; she had definitely slowed down on the mindless chatter and continuous questions since she had left with Potter during their sixth year. Not only that but at some point he had managed to stop thinking of her as the girl she was, seeing her round with his child had made it easier for him to see her as a woman and not a bad looking one either. The downside of even considering such a thing was the level of complications it could bring, especially since women have a tendency to make a bigger deal of things than there actually was.

To Severus a date was a date nothing more nothing less, but to a woman...Hermione may expect them to just pick up a romantic relationship afterwards that was just not going to happen. No. It was far easier to leave things as they are and not even begin any of these foolish fantasies, especially with a hormonal pregnant woman.
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