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Reflections of Desire	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20754 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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"Is something wrong?" Molly Weasley glanced up anxiously when Hermione stepped through the floo. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of hot tea and the Daily Prophet beside her.

"Is Sabrina asleep? I need to speak with her, something's come up."

"I think they're still awake. I heard some giggling just a little while ago. I put the older children in the lounge so they can stay up and not disturb little ones. Shall I go get her for you?" She started to rise when Hermione waved her back down.

"No I'll get her. You stay and enjoy your tea." Both woman turned when they heard the soft sound of footsteps.

"What's wrong Mummy. I heard your voice?" Sabrina padded into the kitchen dressed in white flannel jammies covered with playful kittens, her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"Oh sweetie." Hermione stood up and hugged the girl to her. "Nothing's wrong...exactly. There's just something I have to tell you. Please, sit down." She motioned to the kitchen chair beside her.

"What is it Mummy?" The girl asked, her brow furrowed. "Why do you look so strange?"

Molly Weasley glanced quickly between mother and daughter, obviously concerned. "I'll just leave and give you two some privacy." She pushed back her chair and moved to stand.

"No Molly." Hermione sighed sadly. "You might as well stay, you'll find out about this soon enough. I'll just ask you to please keep your comments and questions to yourself for the time being. I'm sure you'll have a lot of them and I'll answer them when I can and as best as I can at another time."

"Alright dear." Molly said, a perplexed frown on her face. She watched as Hermione reached across the table and took her daughter's hand in hers.

"Honey, I had a visitor this evening. Someone who would very much like to meet you."

"Who?" The girl asked, her eyebrow rising in confusion. Hermione was struck again by how much she resembled the man now sitting in her living room.

"He's..." She fell silent, her face anxious, "your father."

"My father." The girl exclaimed, her voice drowning out Molly's surprised gasp. "But you said he was dead." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her mother. "Why would you tell me he's dead if he isn't?"

"Because until tonight, I thought he was."

"Why did you think that?"

"Well..." She hesitated again. "Because I was there and I thought I had seen him die. Sweetie." She patted her daughter's hand reassuringly. "Your father is a very great Wizard. He is a hero. He fought in the war with Mummy and Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry. In fact, if it weren't for him we might not have won. We might have lost and been forced to live under the rule of a very bad Wizard. Do you know that Wizard's name?"

"Voldemort." Sabrina answered in a breathless whisper. She knew all about the bad Wizard and the war from the stories her mother and Uncles had told her.

"That's right. Well your father was a spy for our side and he worked very closely with Voldemort. He is a very, very brave man. It was because of him that we were able defeat Voldemort. He's a hero, Sweetie."

"What's his name?" The girl whispered, her black eyes wary.

"His name is Severus Snape." Hermione threw a warning glance at Molly Weasley as the older Witch gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth.

"Who Al is named for?"

"Yes, that's right, Honey."

"Where has he been? Didn't he want to meet me?"

"Well he didn't know about you. As soon as he found out, he came straight away to meet you. He said he's been living in America."

"But Mummy, wasn't he your Professor?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Were you married to your teacher?"

"No, sweetie," Hermione laughed softly shaking her head. "We weren't married."

"So he was your boyfriend?"

"No." Hermione sighed sadly, seeing where this was headed. "He wasn't my boyfriend either."

"But Mummy." Her far too intelligent daughter frowned. "How did you make a baby with him then? To make a baby you have to have sex. If you weren't married to him and and he wasn't your boyfriend how did you have sex?"

"Oh Sabrina darling." Hermione sighed. "Come here." She tugged gently on her daughter's hand, guiding her into her lap. "I know this is hard for you to understand right now, but sometimes men and woman have sex even when they aren't in a relationship. It was during the war and your father was scared and sad and feeling very alone and Mummy wanted to make him feel better, comfort him. You know, like when you're sad and I give you cuddles and kisses?" Sabrina nodded her solemnly. "Well your father was sad so I gave him cuddles and kisses to cheer him up."

"Did it work? Did you cheer him up?"

Hermione bit back a snort of laughter. "I hope so. For a little while at least."

"But Mummy, Uncle Ron and Auntie Lav say that he was the meanest man that ever lived. They say he was so mean he took bunches of house points from everyone and gave detention all the time just for fun."

"Well maybe if Uncle Ron and Auntie Lav would have applied themselves in class and maybe, just maybe, did some homework every now and then, he wouldn't have been so mean." Hermione said tersely. She gazed down at her daughter's worried face. "Oh honey," She softened her voice. "It's true, Professor Snape was a very strict teacher and maybe sometime he was a little bit mean, but he was living a very unhappy life. It had to be very scary and very stressful for him to by a spy. What does Uncle Harry say about him?"

"That he was the bravest man he ever knew." The girl said softly. "And he was mean."

"Oh honey." Hermione chuckled, squeezing her daughter tightly. "Why don't we go home and you can decide for yourself whether he's mean or not?"

"But what if he doesn't like me?" Sabrina whispered, her face filled with anxiety.

"How could he not like you?" Hermione tugged gently on her daughter's ponytail. "You're amazing."

"Okay." Her daughter frowned, rising and letting her mother take her by the hand. "What do I call him? Should I call him Daddy?"

"Well that's something you and he can decide together."

"Do I have to hug and kiss him?"

"Not if you don't want to. You just be yourself and do whatever you're comfortable with, okay."

"Okay, Mummy."

"Well let's go then. Molly?" She glanced down at a clearly shaken Molly Weasley. "We'll come back and pick up her things tomorrow. We can talk then."
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