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What Happens Now?	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16016 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Notes: Sorry it’s been a bit longer than my normal updates but I’ve been a bit busy. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and I’ll try to get another one up as soon as possible but unfortunately I’m finding this week being pregnant is just making my tired all the time, not very helpful with a hyper two year old in tow!

Disclaimer: As you all know I don’t own anything and unfortunately I don’t make any money from writing this it is only for my own and your own amusement.

Special thanks as always to my beta JenJenSon for helping me with all my stories!

What Happens Now?

Chapter Nine

It was Hermione that woke first on Saturday morning, to find herself sprawled across the chest of the potions master. She jumped and leapt back in shock causing him to startle away also.

“What is it?” he asked, after lowering his wand from where it was pointed straight in her face.

“Nothing.” Hermione replied quickly, flushing heavily.

“Then go back to sleep, it’s the weekend.” He muttered, lying back down and rolling his face into the pillow.

“Um...” Hermione didn’t really know what to do or say. Had that ever happened before? She had never noticed it before but then again usually he was already up and gone when she woke up so she wouldn’t have necessarily noticed...how on earth did she end up all the way over his side of the bed in the first place.

“I can hear your brain working Hermione.” He called to her. “Either go back to sleep or get up so you don’t sit in the bed and fidget.”

“Sorry.” She replied quietly, sitting up to climb out of the bed.

“You get hot at night.” He said suddenly, causing her to turn back to him. He still laid facing away from her.

“Excuse me?” she asked confused, trying to form the link in her mind to where that comment had come from.

“If you are wondering why you have a habit of climbing all over me in the night I wondered the same thing until I realised that you appear to be getting hot at night and since I am cold you end up crawling all over my side of the bed.” He replied, rolling onto his back to stare up at her. “The only reason I have not banished you from my side of the bed is firstly because you are asleep when you do it and secondly because it keeps me warm.”

“Oh...” Hermione said dumbly, her eyes falling on his bare chest. She hadn’t actually seen him shirtless in the light, she knew he slept without a shirt on but the lights were off by then so she had never really paid attention before...she was actually surprised at the tight lean muscles that stretched across his chest and upper stomach. She couldn’t see anything further because the covers were in the way and she felt heat rise to her cheeks as she realised exactly who it was she was letting her eyes wander over.

“I don’t like repeating myself, in or out not somewhere in between.” He murmured, throwing his arm over his eyes to block the light out. Hermione found herself lying back down although she wasn’t really sure why. “You changed your mind.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, rolling away from him.

“You were going to get out of the bed a few minutes ago looking scared out of your wits I might add.” He replied.

“I’m not scared of you.” She replied.

“Oh dear,” he replied, rolling to face her and dropping his arm over her middle to rest his hand against her stomach. “I really will have to try harder.”

Hermione’s breathing stopped; she literally forgot how to breathe from shock. Professor Snape, the feared Potions Master and evil bat of the dungeons was effectively hugging her to him in bed. How in the world was she supposed to respond to that? She didn’t even know what to think about it let alone how to react. So she said nothing, did nothing, just stayed where she was and let him idly stroke her stomach feeling the bump containing their child.

Hermione figured that they both must have fallen back asleep because she awoke about an hour later and tried to stretch, finding herself held tightly against the length of her husband behind her. Her movements must have woke him though because he loosened his grip and leant up on his elbow.

“I suppose it is time to get up now, best not waste the entire day.” He commented, releasing her completely and getting out of bed to head straight to the bathroom for a shower.

Hermione just sat up and stared at the bathroom door, which he had disappeared behind seconds earlier, was she still asleep? This morning just seemed far too...surreal...

After Hermione had taken her turn in the shower and gotten herself dressed she found their rooms empty, Severus had clearly decided to make an escape for now at least. So she left him a note and decided to take a trip to the burrow to visit everyone; after all she knew Ginny and Harry would be there at some point today and if they weren’t up and there yet she could easily wait and enjoy the company of the other Weasley’s.

“Hello?” Hermione called, stepping out of the fireplace and into the Weasley’s living room. “Urgh...” She fought back a momentary feeling of nausea and headed through to the kitchen.

“Hermione dear come straight through!” she heard Mrs Weasley call out.

“Why if it isn’t Mrs Snape.” George grinned up at her from the table.

“Mornin’ ‘Mione.” Ron nodded to her.

“Take a seat dear.” Molly urged, practically placing Hermione at the table and passing her a plate. “Help yourself dear.”

“Thanks.” Hermione smiled gratefully. “I forgot to eat before I left.”

“Well since Harry just flooed to say they won’t be over for a while yet Ginny and his shares are up for grabs.” Arthur smiled from the head of the table. “He doesn’t dare wake Ginny and I don’t blame him.”

“Neither do I!” George agreed. “She fell asleep on the sofa the other day and I woke her up and ended up covered in bat bogeys.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t chosen to wake her up by using one of your “special alarms” she would have gone easier on you.” A voice came from the front door.

“Charlie Weasley!” Molly exclaimed, going over to him and embracing him tightly. “Get your behind at that table!”

“What brings you here Charlie?” Ron asked, as his older brother took a seat at the table.

“Morning everyone.” Charlie greeted. “I’m going to Hogwarts actually.”

“Why?” Ron asked with a mouthful.

“Actually you should ask Hermione here.” Charlie grinned, “Apparently this whole mad thing was her idea in the first place.”

“Actually Luna sort of had an idea I just made it a slightly more realistic one.” Hermione corrected.

“My Luna?” Ron asked. “What idea?”

“Dragons.” Charlie grinned. “What else?”

“Luna? Dragons? Oh no, what’s she been waffling on about now?” Ron asked.

“Ronald Weasley don’t you speak badly of you future wife!” Mrs Weasley chided, whacking him on the back of the head.

“Well, Luna said that it would be good to have dragons in Hagrid’s class. Well, you remember Norbert? Hagrid explained that Hogwarts wasn’t really the place to keep a dragon as a pet and I thought of the tournament and of course Charlie and suggested maybe borrowing a dragon once a year for a lesson or two and then ship them back.” Hermione explained.

“Yeah real simple Hermione.” Charlie said rolling his eyes. “I got a letter from Professor McGonagall asking if I’d be interested in coming over to do a lecture once a year on dragons for Hagrid’s class and here I am.”

“I think it’s wonderful. Maybe now we’ll see you twice a year instead of just at Christmas.” Molly said. “That way I can work on getting you settled down!”

“I don’t think there are many witches lined up to marry wizards that work with dragons; it tends to come with quite a high risk of becoming a widow.” Charlie replied casually. “If I didn’t know better mother I’d think you were disappointed the ministry didn’t make me marry someone.”

“How did you get past that one?” a voice called from the fireplace and Hermione grinned widely at seeing Harry and Ginny by the door.

“Don’t be silly Harry, the ministry would be foolish to think they could control all the Wizards that left the country.” Hermione told him.

“Exactly.” Charlie nodded. “And that is another reason not to come back.” Meanwhile Hermione had left her seat and thrown her arms tightly around her best friend.

“Harry, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Hermione you see me almost every week.” He laughed.

“I know but it’s still strange being at Hogwarts without you.” She replied, turning to greet Ginny.

“Um...Hermione not to be rude but...when did that happen?” Charlie asked, pointing to Hermione’s swollen stomach. Hermione laughed, realising that she had been sat at the table the whole time he had been here so he hadn’t noticed her bump until now.

“It’s a mini Snape.” George whispered to his brother.

“Stop picking on my bump!” Hermione protested as Charlie pulled a face.

“You’re not going to comment on mine then?” Ginny asked, pouting at her older brother.

“Yours was expected.” He shrugged. “Besides it’s not as obvious and Mum had already told me about it in her letters.”

“That you never write back to I might add.” Molly interrupted.

“I write at least once a month. You write me every few days!” he argued, causing everyone else to laugh. One thing was certain; the Weasley’s would always be able to put a smile on her face. Here she felt like she was part of one big happy family. She had never managed to track her parents down after the war and even if she had she doubted she would have been able to return their memories so Molly had taken her in. She had lived with them after the war right up until her Wedding when she had moved back to Hogwarts.

“Hermione writes to me more often than you do and she usually visits once a week!” Molly insisted. “I expect more of an effort! As a matter of fact Ron writes more than you do!”

“Oh dear, now you’re in for it.” George grinned.

“How did I get dragged into this?” Ron asked, looking up from his plate bewildered.

“Because you don’t write to anyone, ever.” Hermione replied.

“And you can barely write.” Ginny laughed. Ron just huffed and continued to finish his breakfast.

“And when are you going to invite your future wife over here?” his mother asked, suddenly turning her attention onto Ron. Ron just rolled his eyes. “I mean it! I don’t want to be meeting her at the wedding.”

“Mum you’ve already met her.” Ron groaned. “Luna Lovegood remember, the barking mad one with blonde hair.”

“I know who she is but don’t you think she should get to know the family?” his mother argued, as if the fact that she in fact did know exactly who he was marrying was completely irrelevant to her argument.

Ron looked up from his plate with a thoughtful look around the room at his family before replying, “No.”

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