Chapter 6

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A/N: Thanks so much to my wonderful betas Southern_witch_69 and Meredith who take the time out of their busy schedules to help me with my little story.

Chapter 6

The day of the party was beautiful. Hermione had been living with Professor Snape for a month and things were actually going quite well. They had a good arrangement that suited them both. School would be starting the following Monday, so Hermione was determined that her roommate should relax and have fun at the party.

She had helped him with purchasing all of his potions ingredients. They had gone shopping for them the week before, and the ones he didn't want to buy, they found for themselves in the Forbidden Forest.

Sometimes it was easy to forget why she was there, except when she was hugging the toilet, as she was currently. Each morning, sickness was her morning wake up call. It was 6:53, and she was retching and heaving while the ever-present professor held her hair back and pressed a cool cloth on her neck. His attentions had really embarrassed her the first few times, but she soon came to appreciate his help.

"I will be glad when this morning sickness is finished," Hermione groaned as she rose. He put his arm around her shoulder and helped her to the sofa.

"As will I, although you seem to get sick throughout the day. I wonder if this is normal," Snape mused, sitting on the chair opposite her.

"Yes, I read that this happens to some women."

"When did you say your check-up with Poppy is?" he asked.

"Monday morning," she replied.

"What time? You know I wish to be present for all visits!" Snape said, sounding a little harsher than he meant to.

"Yes, Professor. That is why I scheduled it for seven. I wanted to make sure it was before your class."

"Thank you, Miss Granger. I apologize for snapping at you."

"No worries. I know how important it is for you to be involved with everything. Are you ready for the party this evening?" she asked curiously.

He sighed. "As ready as I am going to be."

Hermione held back a giggle. He acted like he hated the thought of going, but she knew he was secretly pleased for Draco and Ginny and really wanted to see his godson happy.

"What about you? Do you think you will feel up to going? The Nausea Potion doesn't always work," Snape asked, sounding suspiciously hopeful.

"True, but the evenings are when I feel my best. I should be fine, but I will take the potion before we go just to be on the safe side," Hermione answered.

"Very well. I have some things to do before this evening, so if you don't need me right now, I will get my errands taken care of."

I will always need you, Professor! "No, I will be fine. I am going to have some dry toast, and if I can keep that down, I'll give my vitamin potion a try," she told him. "I'll see you this evening."

With that, Severus rose from his chair and was off. He wanted some new dress robes to wear to the wedding and had to be fitted. He would wear his traditional black tonight, but for the wedding, he wanted a set of dark green velvet robes. Draco and Miss Weasley were getting married December twentieth and wanted traditional Christmas colors. He rolled his eyes, remembering how the two had actually giggled at the fact these were nearly the colorings of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He knew Hermione would be meeting Miss Weasley at Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions at eleven, and then they were going to lunch at the Three Broomsticks. He wanted to be finished at Madam Malkin's before the pair arrived. He didn't think he could stomach happy, giggling witches today.

Completing his task, he walked out of the shop and immediately ran into Lucius Malfoy. "Hello, Severus. What a pleasant surprise! Narcissa and I are looking forward to seeing you at the party tonight."

"Lucius." He nodded politely. "What brings you out on the day of your party? Shouldn't you be at home helping Narcissa prepare?" Severus was still a little bothered by Lucius' fawning over Hermione the month before.

"Absolutely not. Narcissa has everything under control, and I am always in the way when she is readying the manor. Will your lovely Miss Granger be joining you this evening?"

Severus narrowed his eyes. "If she feels up to it, yes."

"Ahh," Lucius replied, "morning sickness. Narcissa had that for three months with Draco. I hope you are treating her well, Severus. That is your baby causing the sickness."

"Much better than you treated Narcissa I am sure, Lucius. I must be off. I will see you this evening."

Lucius inwardly chuckled. It was always so much fun baiting Severus. Apparently the usually reserved Potions master was a bit possessive of the Granger girl. He couldn't wait to ask her to dance tonight. "Until then, Severus." Each wizard went their separate ways, and both were thinking of the likely outcome of the evening's events.

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Hermione met Ginny at exactly eleven to look at robes. She wanted to buy two new sets, one for the party that evening, and one for the wedding. Ginny immediately found the robes she wanted Hermione to wear for the wedding. They were crushed velvet, the color of deep red roses, with a neckline cut low and three-quarters length sleeves. They were perfect for Hermione. With that settled, they looked for robes to wear to the party.

Ginny decided on green because Draco always told her how much he loved her in that color, as it brought out her hair. Hermione was harder to find robes for. She wanted to look as good as she could for two reasons. The first reason was Narcissa Malfoy, and the second reason was that she wanted Severus to notice her. After searching a long while, she finally found the perfect set. The coloring was of deep champagne, and they were lined with silk just a shade or two paler. The bodice area of the inner robe was tight to the waist, with a slightly flaring lower half. It looked very beautiful, and she was very pleased to have found it.

Knowing they had a huge dinner that evening, Ginny and Hermione had a light lunch of salads. Ginny suggested they eat before they got their hair and nails done. Hermione readily agreed, not wanting to fight with her hair herself.

As they were getting their pedicures, Ginny casually asked how things with Professor Snape were progressing. Because Ginny knew of her feelings, Hermione felt she could confide in her about things. "Well, he is very nice and considerate of me, but that is just because I am carrying his baby. I don't think he will ever return my feelings, Gin."

"Never say never, Hermione. You still have thirty-six weeks," Ginny replied.

"Let's not talk about it today. Today is to celebrate your upcoming binding to Draco," Hermione said. She didn't want to get depressed today. Her goal was simply to have a good time with her friends.

"Okay, Mione. We can talk about this later," Ginny told her.

When Hermione got back to the castle, she was happy to see that Snape had not returned yet. She wanted to make an entrance. She decided to have a soak in the tub before getting ready for the evening. She, of course, did remember to lock the door.

After the professor had gotten ready to go, he knocked on Hermione's door and called, "Miss Granger, are you ready?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be right there," she answered.

When Hermione shyly entered the room, Severus was speechless. She was beautiful. Though he loved her wild mane, he was equally entranced that she had somehow smoothed her hair and fashioned it into some elaborate twist. Her robes were gorgeous, the color suiting her beautifully.

Snape looked equally handsome to Hermione. He was, of course, wearing black; she didn't think she would ever see him in anything but black, but those were definitely dress robes he'd donned. She loved the clasp. Two intertwined silver snakes formed an SS; each had small emerald eyes. She blushed when Snape couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, but she was inwardly pleased. Her plan to catch his eye seemed to be working. After a long minute of gawking, Snape held out his arm and escorted her to the castle entrance where they Disapparated to Malfoy Manor.

When Snape knocked on the door, a house-elf answered. "Oh, Master Snape! Dippy is pleased to be seeing you again, sir. Please allow Dippy to take your cloaks, and you is to be off to the sitting room." Snape helped Hermione remove her cloak and handed it to Dippy along with his. They went to join the others.

Almost everyone was present. Hermione hardly knew most of the crowd. Straightaway, she noticed Narcissa Malfoy in ice blue robes, which left very little to the imagination. She may as well be naked, Hermione thought bitterly. Lucius and Narcissa immediately came to receive them.

"Severus, darling, how have you been?" Narcissa cooed.

Hermione unconsciously tightened her grip on Snape's arm. That is interesting. Hermione seems possessive of me. I like it.

"I have been well, Narcissa. I trust you have been also?"

Narcissa reached up and kissed both his cheeks. Snape was inwardly elated as Hermione's grip tightened even more. His elation only lasted until Lucius spoke.

"Severus, Hermione, how delightful you could make it to our little soirée." At this, he took Hermione's hand and placed a lingering kiss on it. He had to grin as Severus pulled her back to his side.

Hermione noticed the pull as well. Wow, it's almost as if he doesn't want Lucius touching me. Hmmm, this is worth exploring.

After saying hello, they went to socialize. Hermione thought Ginny looked absolutely gorgeous. She had decided to leave her hair down, so that it fell in long waves down her back. She absolutely glowed, which made her all the more beautiful. For a moment, Hermione felt a stab of jealousy, wanting what Ginny had. Not who Ginny had, but what Ginny had.

"Hermione, you look wonderful," Ginny exclaimed.

"Oh, thank you, Gin, but you are a goddess!"

"Too right you are," Draco agreed. Ginny blushed.

"Harry and Ron are here somewhere. We need to go mingle, but I will catch up with you later," Ginny told Hermione.

Hermione looked around the room at those in attendance. Of course, all the Weasleys were there, as well as most of the Hogwarts staff. She spoke to all she knew, still searching for Ron, Luna, and Harry. Finally, she spotted them by the punch bowl. Who is Harry with? Is that...Tonks? She made her way to the foursome. "Hi, guys! It's so good to see you," Hermione greeted.

"Hi, Hermione. How's life at the castle?" Harry asked. Hermione thought he sounded a little drunk. She looked uneasily at Tonks. What is Harry playing at? He knows I can't speak freely in front of anyone!

"I'm great. How are you, Tonks? Long time, no see," Hermione said.

"Wotcher, Hermione! Why are you staying at Hogwarts?" Tonks inquired.

Ron came to the rescue. "Well, as you know, Hermione is studying Charms at university, and she has been there working with Professor Flitwick."

Thanks, Ron!

"Oh, Hermione, that is great," Tonks told her.

"So, Tonks, are you here with Harry?" Hermione asked her.

At that question, Tonks blushed. Hermione never thought she would see the day that the witch would blush. "Yes, we came together."

Well, that's interesting. She directed her gaze to Ron's date. "How are you, Luna?" Hermione asked.

Luna smiled warmly at Hermione. She had always liked Hermione very much and knew that her Ronald had loved her once. "I am very well, Hermione. It's good to see you."

Hermione returned Luna's smile and looked back to Harry. She noticed he was glaring across the room and looked over to see what he was staring at. Naturally, it was Professor Snape. "Harry, what is your problem? Would you please just stop it?" Hermione asked, exasperated.

"I don't like him, Hermione, and I won't pretend to," Harry replied.

"I am not asking you to like him, Harry, but I am asking you not to make things more difficult for me," Hermione said.

Tonks looked at the arguing pair with an eyebrow raised inquisitively. Harry sighed and turned his head. He really didn't feel like fighting with Hermione, and he didn't want Tonks asking questions. This was their third date, and things had been going really well with her. "Okay, Hermione," Harry said resignedly "You look beautiful tonight."

Hermione smiled at him warmly. He was going to try. "Thank you, Harry."

She looked up as Lucius announced dinner was to be served. Everyone started making their way to the dining room to take their seats. Lucius, of course, sat at one end and Narcissa on the other. Hermione noticed that she was seated beside Lucius, and some woman she didn't know was across from her. Gregory Goyle was on the other side of Hermione. This is just great. I wonder who Professor Snape got stuck with?

She looked around the table for him and saw Narcissa Malfoy with her hand on his arm. Both of them were lightly laughing at something that had been said. Just as she narrowed her eyes, the starter course, figs roasted with blue cheese and prosciutto, was served. Her mouth was watering as she took her first bite. I am so glad I took that Nausea Potion before I came! This food looks delicious!

Lucius was talking so much to the woman seated across from her that she barely noticed when he started talking to her. "Pardon me, Mr. Malfoy. What were you saying?" Hermione asked.

"Please, Hermione, I asked you to call me Lucius. I was asking how you were enjoying living with Severus," Lucius replied.

Hermione quickly looked around. Surely Lucius knew about the contract. She noticed the woman across from her staring intently at her, waiting for her to reply. Hermione was saved from having to answer when the main course arrived. The honeyed duck confit with crispy seaweed and creamy mash looked amazing. The side dishes of roast butternut squash with lemon and mustard and new potato salad with truffle cream looked equally appealing, and Hermione enthusiastically started her meal.

"Miss Granger," the woman across from her asked, "why, pray tell, should you be living with Severus Snape? Are you not...Muggle-born?"

For the first time since Hermione had been seated, she really looked at this woman. She must be related to the Malfoys. Her light blonde hair had been fashioned into an elegant twist, and her grey eyes were staring at her as if trying to burn a hole through her. She was very beautiful in a cold sort of way. "Excuse me, Miss...?"Hermione eyed her intently.

"Malfoy," the woman confirmed. "I am Lucius' sister."

"Miss Malfoy, I don't see that where I live is any concern of yours and neither is the origin of my blood," Hermione seethed.

Miss Malfoy raised one elegant eyebrow at Hermione. "Severus is an old...acquaintance of mine. You could say we were quite close."

"Then if you have any questions concerning Professor Snape, I suggest you ask him yourself. " Hermione was becoming angrier by the moment.

Who does this woman think she is? It is not like she has any claim on Professor Snape. Or, I hope she doesn't. She was beautiful, like Narcissa Malfoy, and just as elegant. She was also a pureblood and had a history with the professor. He really must prefer this kind of woman. Hermione felt herself getting more depressed by the minute.

Lucius was enjoying every minute of the exchange between his sister and Hermione. He had purposely seated Hermione across from Lucinda. Draco had told him the Granger girl had quite a temper. Many years ago, Lucinda and Severus had been an item, and he suspected his sister never quite got over Severus. The problem was, his sister liked many men while Severus had always been the monogamous type. This was one of the reasons she never married; she tired easily of having only one man. However, Lucius knew his sister had always held a soft spot for Severus, and at times, she could be very possessive of him. During Lucius' musings, the dessert was served, a rich sherry trifle with raspberries.

Severus searched the room for Hermione and finally found her at the other end of the table beside Lucius. He startled slightly when he saw Lucinda Malfoy on the opposite side of Hermione, looking like she wanted to kill her. What the devil is Lucius up to?

Severus had always liked Narcissa and hadn't minded being seated by her. Sometimes she could be quite the conversationalist. However, tonight he had a hard time focusing on what she was saying. He kept watching Hermione and Lucinda. It looked almost as though they were arguing. And, there sat Lucius with a smug expression on his face. Something is going on! Damn him.

When Severus had been involved with Lucinda Malfoy years earlier, he had entertained thoughts of marriage with her. That ended when he went to surprise her one day and caught her in a Lestrange/Rookwood sandwich. He had ended things right then and there, never having much contact with her since. He only saw her at the social functions that he was forced to attend.

As he looked at Lucinda now, he couldn't deny that she was a classic beauty. However, it was her actions that made her unappealing in his eyes. She was nothing compared to Hermione. Hermione may not be a classic beauty, but she had many fine qualities, many more than Lucinda Malfoy could ever possess.

As Severus was musing, Lucius asked everyone to adjourn to the ballroom. Severus decided he was going to ask Hermione to dance to see how she reacted to him. Ever since he heard her declaration of love the previous month, he had watched her like a hawk. He had noticed lingering glances and lots of blushes, especially if he complimented her. He chuckled at the thought.

Before he could step through the door, Lucinda snatched him up. "Dance with me, Severus," she commanded.

Severus sighed. He really wanted to look for Hermione, but he knew Lucinda would not leave him alone until he danced with her. "You look lovely tonight, Lucinda."

She beamed at him. "How have you been, darling? Lucius mentioned something about that Mudblood Granger girl living with you. Whatever for?"

"What or who I do is no longer your concern, Lucinda," Severus replied, his tone cold.

"Not at all," she said dismissively, waving her hand nonchalantly. "I was merely worried for your reputation. A pureblood living with a Mudblood is not a good thing, Severus."

Severus threw his head back and laughed before turning very serious. "Never call Hermione Granger a Mudblood again, Lucinda. She is worth ten of you, and as far as my reputation goes, I think I ruined that all by myself a long time ago. You would do well to worry about your own."

As if on cue, the song ended. Severus bowed to her and went in search of Hermione.

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As she walked into the ballroom, Hermione looked up to see Severus dancing with Lucinda Malfoy. She was crushed. She felt a slight tap on her shoulder and turned to see Lucius with his hand held out in an invitation to dance. She accepted by letting him take her hand.

"I must say you look very beautiful this evening, Hermione," Lucius told her.

"Thank you," she automatically replied. She couldn't take her eyes off of Severus while he was dancing with Lucinda. The realization hit her that they made quite a striking couple. It made her feel sick.

Lucius noticed where her eyes were and commented, "We all wish for Severus to settle down. He needs to find the...right...kind of witch and get married. Someone who would love him and his heir.

Hermione snapped her head back to look Lucius Malfoy right in the eyes. She was beyond angry at this point. "The right kind of witch? You mean a pureblood and not a Mudblood? Someone like your sister, perhaps? Are you warning me off, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius was surprised. That is not what he meant at all. He had no idea the Granger girl had been thinking along those lines. He decided it was time to end the game before it went beyond repair. "Actually, no, Hermione, I was thinking you are the perfect witch for Severus. My apologies if I led you to believe otherwise." The song ended, and Lucius left Hermione gobsmacked on the dance floor. She had never imagined that he would think that way about her.

Severus finally found his way to Hermione. "Miss Granger, may I have the pleasure of a dance before we retire for the evening? You are looking quite tired."

"Yes, Professor, I would like that very much," she replied, relief coming over her in waves.

It felt wonderful to be in his arms. This is just one more thing I could get used to. She could almost hear her hormones clicking into overdrive as he held her. His scent assailed her, and she inhaled deeply, feeling herself grow warm all over.

"You and Lucius seem to be talking a lot lately," Severus observed.

"Yes," she agreed. "For some reason he is making an effort to be nice to me."

"Hmm," Severus replied, noncommittally. "I have noticed the cream I made for your stretch marks is still in the loo. You need to start now to avoid stretch marks in the future."

Severus had made the cream himself. He wanted to ensure that she didn't have any physical reminder of doing this for him. He wanted her as perfect when she left as she had been when she arrived. Well, as perfect as she can be after delivering a baby she has to leave behind. Another bitter remark worked its way through his mind. Perfect? It's your fault that she's a virgin giving birth. How can you give that back? There is no potion for that.

"I know, but when I apply it, the smell stays on my hands. It adds to my nausea," she told him. "Besides, I don't know why you're so concerned. I'm barely four weeks along, and surely I won't be in danger of stretch marks anytime soon."

"The point of using the cream now is to ensure that your skin will allow for stretching without marking. All you need to do is apply it for two weeks early on before it occurs. I don't want you getting stretch marks because of this pregnancy. I will help you with it when we return home." I would do anything to touch you, Hermione, in any way I can. Besides, I want to see how you react to my touch. And, I wouldn't mind seeing if you are one of those witches whose sex drive goes through the roof.

Oh no! Here come the hormones again. What does he mean he's going to help me with it? Apply it himself? I don't know if I can take his hands on me! I could almost climax thinking about it now. The vision is obscenely erotic. I can't believe how...randy I have been since I got pregnant. I really don't think I can just lie quietly while he has his hands all over me. Then again, if he is willing to have his hands on me, perhaps... The song finally ended, cutting off her thoughts. They said their good-byes. They were both glad to arrive home. It wasn't very late, only 12:30, but they had both had busy days. Hermione tired more easily since she'd become pregnant.

"How do you feel, Miss Granger?" Professor Snape asked her, a concerned note in his voice.

"Tired, but not sick, if that is what you are asking."

"Good. Go prepare yourself for bed, and then I will come to you with the cream. Is this acceptable?"

Hell yes! Come and touch me, please. "That will be fine, Professor."

While Hermione went to the bathroom to wash her face and prepare for bed, she noted that he went to his bedroom to change as well. I might as well be comfortable for this. She came out of the bathroom in her standard tank top and flannel pants and lay down on the bed, waiting for him to come. It wasn't long before she heard a knock on her door. "Come in." Hermione felt a knot of tension begin in her stomach as the door opened.

Severus came in wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms and a nightshirt. It was strange, but she realized that she had never seen his sleeping attire in the whole month she'd lived here. Merlin, help me!

"Just lie back on the bed and relax, Miss Granger. This won't take me long and then you may go to sleep."

Hermione raised her top up slightly, lowered her flannel pants a bit, and then did as he instructed. She closed her eyes to get comfortable and soon felt feather light touches on her skin. She didn't even notice the soft whimpers escaping her.

Severus noticed. It was taking all his willpower not to take the girl right then and there. He continued his motions, alternating the pressure he was applying, and moving in a larger area over her stomach.

Then he heard, "Severus, please." It was spoken so softly he almost missed it.

"Please what?" he purred in her ear.

Her eyes snapped open at this. She hadn't realized that she had said that out loud but decided to muster up some of that Gryffindor courage and answer him. "Touch me."

"But I am touching you," he told her, a sly look in his eye.

Her eyes never left his as she took his hand and put it where she needed to be touched most. That was all the invitation he needed. He gently ran his hand under the elastic of her pants and lowered them further, moving slowly to give her time to stop him if she wanted to. When he realized she wasn't going to, he removed them completely and tossed them aside before lying down next to her.

Severus ran his hand up her thigh and over her lacy knickers, smiling to himself as she let out a moan and slightly arched into his hand. He moved his hand higher, over her still-flat stomach and up to her breasts. Very slowly, he moved his fingers over her nipples just enough to cause them to harden and was rewarded when Hermione moaned again. So responsive to me! He continued stroking her breasts, enjoying how she gasped and moaned periodically. Soon, his hands weren't enough for Hermione, and he felt himself harden when she begged, "Please!"

"My pleasure," he replied, voice husky with want. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, laving the sensitized skin with his tongue.

"Severus!" Hermione bit out, panting. "That feels good."

Severus briefly released her nipple and lifted his head slightly to look at her. "You like that, Hermione?" He couldn't keep a bit of worry from his voice, worry that she would soon reject him.

"Yes, Severus," Hermione breathed, "very much."

He lowered his head again and turned to her other nipple. At the same time, he moved his hand to her knickers. Swirling his fingers over the lace, he was rewarded when she cried out and arched up into his hand, reaching for more. He rewarded her with a little more pressure and smirked as she thrashed on the bed.

"Severus, I want..." she gasped, "I want..."

"What, Hermione? What is it you want?" he whispered, staring into her eyes.

"I want to touch you," she whimpered, "please..."

Severus hadn't imagined he could get any harder than he already was until she asked if she could touch him. Not wanting to quit his own movement, he rose on his knees and scooted forward so that she could reach him. He groaned loudly when she gripped him, wrapping her fingers tightly around his pulsing cock through the fabric of his pajamas. It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, and he realized with some embarrassment that he could very easily come with just her touch.

He unconsciously thrust forward as she slowly and a bit hesitantly pumped him. The feel of her hand on him, through the fabric of his pajamas, was very erotic, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to thrust deeply within her, tear through her virgin flesh, and spill his seed with abandon.

He mentally shook himself and tried to refocus on pleasuring her. However, the more he gave her, the more she gave him. If he applied more pressure, or quickened his pace, so did she. Severus found himself struggling not to come. Her moans and whimpers drove him on, and he willed his fingers to work their magic before he lost himself in her hand.

Then he heard her whisper, "I need you so much."

His heart ached at these words. No one had ever said them to him before. Oh, he knew he had been wanted before, but he doubted he had ever been needed. Again, he quickened his movements, applying more pressure, and she responded with another cry of pleasure.

Severus found that as enticing as her hand was, her soft cries and whimpers were equally appealing. Hermione was obviously enjoying his efforts, just as he was enjoying her vocalizations. He rewarded them both by causing her to cry out again.

Soon, Hermione was calling out his name in quick succession; her hand had gripped on him like a vise and her movements slowed. She panted and moaned, arched up into his hand, and with one more cry of his name, exploded underneath him. He slowed his movements to allow her time to come down from her peak, and as he did so, she looked at him again and moaned, "Severus."

The tightness of her hand and her calling out his name sent Severus over the edge, and he felt himself drawing up and tightening as a wave of heat washed through him. "Hermione," he groaned, coming while she held him.

He collapsed beside her on the bed and drew her into his arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

Hermione snuggled up to Severus and gave a contented sigh. This was her dream come true. Perhaps things are not so hopeless after all, she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.

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Severus tightened his arms around the beautiful witch and kissed the top of her head. As he closed his eyes, one thought filtered through the haze of passion and fatigue. Merlin, what have I done?

A/N: I know I promised lemon here but decided it was too soon. Nothing wrong with the scent of lemons though, eh? Also, before you say four weeks is too soon for her to be getting sick I just want to say I was going by my own experience! I got sick very early on in both my pregnancies.

Up Next: Regret follows their night of affection. Lucinda interferes again. Hermione flees temporarily to Grimmauld Place.