Healing A Broken Heart: Snamione Love Story

Unwanted Help

Severus' POV:

One normal day, bloody hell! That's all I wanted from this girl! One normal day! Unfortunately, my last normal day was the day before she arrived. And the days only got worse from there.

The day after I realized Miss Granger's difficult situation, things seemed to spiral out of control. Best I start at the beginning.

We were all sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast, dining to the chatter of the badgering children. Seventh years are the most obnoxious, I'll tell you. Among them was Luna Longbottom, Ginnifer Potter-Weasley, and Astoria Greengrass. I must admit I enjoyed torturing the Weasley girl in class. Who would have the idiocy to combine the Weasley and Potter family trees is beyond me. It was probably that git, Harry Potter.

Miss Granger ate extra, not having to hide her pregnancy from me anymore, waited for breakfast to end, and then helped me down to the dungeons, as much as I argued and denied I needed her help. I must admit I was emvarassed of needing the help, but could not deny Miss Granger when she said I was being uncooperative.

I couldn't help but wonder whose child it was as I sat and watched her teach. She didn't even close to terrify the students, which was dissapointing, but she was definitely a good teacher. The students seem to love her, in fact. I have never seen so many students race to sit in the front of the classroom.

I decided one day to ask her about it. I sent her an owl, saying I needed to meet with her after lunch. She owled back immediately, stating she would be there. For some.strange reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the entire day, worrying for some strange reason even I was unaware off. Sure enough, however, when the end of lunch came, she was in the classroom, waiting.

I approached her, slowly, and for the second time since Lily passed, I was terrified. The only other time I had been terrified since then was when I saw Miss Granger's condition after I ripped that filthbag Durmstrang off her after the Yule Ball. Yet, there she sat.

I took my seat across from her silently, trying not to shake too much. I cleared my throat and she looked up immediately from the large book she was reading.

"Miss Granger, what book is that?" I asked, desperate to start the conversation positively.

"I'm not draft, Professor, I know and you know that I am in an unfortunate situation, but I dare say we both are. We need the other's help and I don't think we should act like school children in pointless conversations." She shot off. I could instantly tell that something was wrong.

"Well then, I'll get right to the point. I meant to ask who-" my inquiry was interrupted by a loud clash and screams of terror.

Both Miss Granger and I took off in instinct and panic, desperate to keep Hogwarts and its members safe. We were met with a Hungarian Horntail in the hallways outside the Great Hall. We managed to push our way forwards as students ran for cover. Minerva, Horace, Remus and a few others were already trying to fight it, but significantly losing the battle.

I looked to Miss Granger, hoping there was a small shred of an idea in the brilliant mind of hers. When I didn't see the usual glow she had in her eyes when she was thinking, I figured I'd give her a spark.

"Potter fought one of these in the TriWizard Tournament, yes?" She nodded. "How did he defeat it then?" She had an idea, but nodded it away.

The Horntail turned on Miss Granger and I and was about to strike when a thunderous voice called out "Reducto!".

The dragon shrank to the size of a nail, and with it, so did the fear in the castle. Everyone turned to see the hero of the week and much to my surprise, the platinum blonde hair stood out like dragonfire.

Hermione was the first to react, running to embrace the blonde in her arms. "Draco!" She shrieked, full of joy.

I had thought the two had hated each other, yet they were there hugging, and I couldn't help but smile as I left. It was strange, smiling, I had not done so in a long long time.

It pained me to see Miss Granger with another boy for some reason, but I could not help but be proud another Slytherin was actually able to get the Gryffindor girl he wanted.

I went to my room, suddenly furious with the Malfoy boy. Perhaps that's who it was. Yes! Malfoy was the father. Yes! That made such sense! Something must have occurred during the war that caused the two to fall in love and plan a future. If Lucius Malfoy got word of this, though, he would surely go mad. His oureblood son having a future and a child with a mudblood like her.

Yet, what did she ever see in him?
He had tortured her numerous times and treated her like garbage. He had been a full-blown Death Eater, and watched without interference as she was physically tortured. But, then again, I have done the same to so many others.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the two return to Miss Granger's room next door. They sat on her bed, lit the fire in the fireplace, and caught up concerning the time they had been apart.

"Mione, I've heard so many rumors, but I must know the truth. What happened between you and that git Weaselbee?" He asked, solemnly.

She went on to tell an elaborate story about international Quidditch, blonde girls, and shagging. She never said she shagged Weasley, though, so it was certainly not his child. What killed me inside for some unknown reason is when I heard nothing.

I knew what was happening. They were snogging, and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't understand why it affected me, but it pained me inside so intensely, it could not be ignored.

I guess I know who the father of her child is.