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Reflections of Desire	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20754 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Reflections of Desire.
- 2-Two
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
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"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked her daughter again as they stepped from the floo into the living room.
"I said I was Mum." Sabrina sighed, her voice clearly annoyed. "Now will you please stop asking me."
"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. Do you want to talk about...Now where are you going?" She called after the girl as she stomped down the hallway.
"I just want to be alone." Sabrina muttered, entering her room and slamming the door. Hermione trailed after her.
"Severus...uhm, your father is going to be floo calling you soon." She said to the closed door. "Don't you want to be there when he calls?" Sighing into the silence, Hermione turned and made her way back to the living room, pausing at her room just long enough to kick off her trainers. She had just settled herself on the sofa when the fireplace flashed green and Severus' face appeared.
"So how did your trip to The Burrows go?" He asked without preamble.
"Oh about as well as you expected." Hermione sighed wearily.
"What happened?"
"Ron said some pretty mean and hurtful things."
"To Sabrina?"
"No, to me. But Sabrina was right there and heard everything."
"Where is she now."
"In her room. Sulking."
"May I come through?" He asked, his voice tight. "I'd like to speak with her, and you."
"Of course you can." Hermione motioned wearily from her place on the sofa.
"So what did the Weasel git say to upset you and my daughter so?" He asked, lowering himself onto the sofa next to her.
"Oh I'm sure you can imagine. How could you have sex with him? How could you have a child with him. He's a murderer..." Her voice broke off into a soft sob.
"I'll kill him." Snape growled softly, his expression dark.
"And confirm everyone's belief that you're a murderer? I don't think so."
"Fine." He snorted. "Then I'll slip him a potion that makes his cock rot off."
"Do you have a potion like that?"
"Perhaps." He said, his lips curling up into a smirk. "And if I don't I can create one."
"Well as wonderful as I think that sounds, you can't kill everyone Severus." She sighed sadly. "And Ron's not the only one who's going to have something mean and hateful to say about this whole situation."
"Oh I know." He groaned, running his hand down his face in exasperation. "Maybe it would be best if I didn't stay. If I just went back to America. I..."
"No!" A sobbed cry from the hallway interrupted him.
"Sabrina?" Hermione called out, sitting up straighter on the couch and watching as the little girl crept into the living room, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't go." She sobbed, her eyes locked on Severus. "I thought you liked me."
"Come here you little eavesdropper." Snape said, holding out his hand to the girl and pulling her down next to him on the sofa. "You didn't let me finish my thought. Of course I like you. What I was saying was perhaps it would be best for everyone if I just remained in America. I didn't say I wouldn't see you or talk to you. I could visit you here and you could come visit me at my home. I just wouldn't be around all the time."
"But I want you around all the time." She cried.
"But Sabrina." Hermione said gently. "Uncle Ron will not be the only one who will have mean things to say about your Daddy. We just don't want you to get your feelings hurt."
"I don't care what mangy old Uncle Ron has to say." Sabrina said, her face fierce. "I don't care what anybody says. I've waited my whole entire life for a Daddy and now that you're here I don't want you to go away again." She looked up at him, her black eyes pleading. "Please say you'll stay. Please Daddy."
"Your Mum's right." Severus sighed. "A lot of people will have a lot of unkind things to say about me and your Mum too. You'll have to be strong."
"I'm strong."
"And tough?"
"I'm tough. I won't let anyone take the Micky out of me. I promise. Please say you'll stay."
"Oh alright. If you insist." Severus sighed dramatically. His body tensed when the girl squealed happily, clambering to her knees to wrap her arms around his neck in a fierce hug.
Hermione watched, wide eyed, as the Dark Potion's Master slowly raised his arms to hug the girl back. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched the two embrace. Wiggling around, Sabrina situated herself on Severus' lap, her arm slung around his shoulders. Hermione was surprised to feel something akin to jealousy at the way her daughter casually touched the dark man. Pushing that thought away, she smiled cheerfully. "So I take it everything went well at the Ministry?"
"Yes. I am officially a living member of Wizarding Society once again. You can read all about it in tomorrow's Prophet in what I'm sure will be a tantalizing and scintillating article."
"I suppose that's why Harry was called away this afternoon?"
"Yes Mr. Potter was availed upon to make several statements on my behalf."
"And what reason did you give for your return?"
"Personal."
"Well that's vague." Hermione snorted. "You're certainly leaving it up to everyone's imagination. I'm sure the press will have a field day with that one."
"Won't they." He smiled evilly.
"And you didn't mention us." She motioned to herself and Sabrina.
"What? And hand them all the information on a silver platter? That wouldn't be very Slytherin of me. Let them figure it out on their own."
"And Minerva? Everything's arranged at Hogwart's?"
"Quite." Snape nodded his head. "Not only will I be returning as Potion's Master and Head of Slytherin House. I will be residing in my old room's in the dungeons. Did you know that sentimental old goat saved all of my belongings?"
"Did she?" Hermione laughed. "Well that was sweet of her. Perhaps she was hoping all along you'd come back."
"Perhaps." He frowned wistfully.
"So does that mean you'll be at Hogwart's with me?" Sabrina asked hopefully.
"I will indeed."
"And I can visit you whenever I want?"
"When your classwork if complete, yes you can visit me. But I imagine you'll rather spend time with your friends then a snarky old dungeon bat like me."
"I don't think you're snarky. Besides, I doubt if I'll have any friends." The girl sighed sadly.
"Don't say that Honey." Hermione frowned. "You'll have friends."
"Why? I don't have any now."
"Maybe things will be different at Hogwarts. They were for me."
Sabrina sighed and shrugging her shoulders.
"Hey. Will you look at the time?" Hermione said, glancing at the clock. "It's time for your bath and to get ready for bed."
"Noooo." She tightened her hold on Severus' neck. "I want to stay and talk to Daddy."
"Go on." Severus said, nudging her gently off his lap. "Go do as you Mother says. I'll still be here when you've finished your bath."
"Will you tuck me in?"
"Certainly."
"And read me a bedtime story?"
"If you wish."
"Alright." She said, hugging him tightly before squirming off his lap. "Promise you'll stay right there until I get back."
'"You have my word." Snape bowed his head formally, a small smile turning up the corner's of his lips as he watched her run down the hallway.
"I can't believe she asked you to read her a bedtime story." Hermione sighed. "She's told me she's too old for bedtime stories for the past three years now."
"Oh I'm like a new toy." Snape chuckled. "I imagine the shine will wear off of me soon enough. Just wait till she hears my first year speech. But while she is otherwise engaged," He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "There is something I would like to discuss with you."
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