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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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I'm sorry this chapter is late.....I was having some problems getting this site to let me post the chapter. I had to go to a different browser to get it to work.

Severus glanced down at his watch for the third time in fifteen minutes. It felt like ages since Hermione had vanished into the fireplace to retrieve his daughter. Merlin's Beard. His daughter. I have a daughter. I'm a father and I have a daughter. He sighed heavily and swiped his hand down his trouser leg. Grimacing, he stared down at his palm. It was sweaty. His palms were actually sweaty. He'd never once gotten sweaty palms, even when he'd stood before the Dark Lord. The last time he'd had sweaty palms had been...picking up the photo album, he paged back to the pictures he had found of a very pregnant Hermione. Her belly hugely swollen with his child, a weary but happy smile on her face. The last time he'd had sweaty palms had been when she had slid her hands up his naked thighs and pressed her soft lips to the head of his cock. He'd been sweaty all over then. Closing his eyes he remembered the feel of her hair in his hand, her hot mouth moving up and down, across his swollen flesh.

Banishing that thought from his mind, he continued to page through albums, watching as his daughter moved from infancy, to baby, to toddler, to child, to young lady.

Scattered throughout the pages were faces he recognized and some he felt he should recognize. Here was a picture of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, Potter now, he supposed, proudly holding up a dark haired baby. Here was that git Ronald Weasley chasing after a red headed toddler. Here was his daughter, his stomach churned uneasily at that thought, posing with a blue haired boy. Looking closer at the child, he could see Remus Lupin's' gentle brown eyes staring back at him. Flipping forward through the pages he looked for any pictures of Remus and Nymphadora. His heart sank when he couldn't find any. Frowning, he wondered about the casualties of the war. Who had died, who had survived? For the first time in over 10 years, he wanted to know. A flash of green at the fireplace pulled him swiftly to his feet.

Rubbing his sweaty palms nervously up and down his thighs, he watched as Hermione stepped through the floo, closely followed by a tall black haired girl, his daughter, Sabrina. She stayed shyly hidden behind her mother, peering around to gaze up at him with coal black eyes.

"Oh Sabrina, don't be shy." Hermione said, moving aside and placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'd like you to meet your father, Severus Snape. Severus, this is your daughter, Sabrina."

The two stood and stared at each other nervously for several seconds. Holding out his hand, Severus took a cautious step forward. "Hello. It's very nice to meet you, Sabrina."

"Hello." Sabrina mumbled, casting her eyes down to her feet. With an encouraging push from her mother, she took a step forward and placed her small hand in his large one. "I thought you were dead." She glanced up at him then, her black eyes meeting his, a scowl very much like his own on her pretty face.

"I know and I'm very sorry about that." He said, releasing her hand and folding his nervously behind his back. "I did not know...about you...that is...your mother... had I known...I..." Hermione had to bite back a laugh as she watched the fierce Potions Master stutter nervously before the young girl. "Had I known I would have been here, I'm very sorry I've missed so much of your life. I hope I can make it up to you in the future." He nodded solemnly. "I've just been looking at your photo albums." He gestured towards the sofa.

"Sabrina, why don't I go fix us all some hot chocolate and you can go through your albums with him, maybe point out some faces he doesn't recognize?" Hermione smiled encouragingly at her daughter, as Professor Snape lowered himself back on the sofa and opened an album across his knees. With another nudge from her mother, Sabrina moved forward to perch on the edge of the sofa arm next to him, leaving some distance between them.

Sighing, Hermione paused at the kitchen door to glance back at the two shy people sitting awkwardly on the sofa. 'Will one of you just do something' She silently urged as they both stared dumbly at the open photo album. She cheered inwardly when Sabrina slowly pointed down at a picture. "That's me when I was just born." She whispered. "And that's Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry holding me. Do you know them?"

"I do know them." Snape's answered softly. "And this is Ginny Weasley and..." He pointed to another picture. "I believe this is Lavender Brown?"

"Mmmm hmmm. Auntie Lav." Hermione smiled as Sabrina unconsciously leaned in closer to look at the picture. "She's Uncle Ron's wife." Reaching down, she flipped a few pages. "And that's Rose and Hugo. I like Rose, but Hugo's a brat sometimes."

"How old is Hugo?"

"Two."

"Well I imagine all two year old's can be a bit bratty at times. And who is this?"

"That's James and Al. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's kids." Sabrina moved again, lowering herself to sit next to him on the couch. Hermione backed into the kitchen, pleased to see that they were at least talking to one another.

"Al?" She heard Snape ask.

"Albus." Sabrina giggled. "His middle name is the same as your name." She added more softly. "What's your middle name?"

"My middle name is Tobias." Letting the door swing closed behind her, Hermione moved slowly about the kitchen preparing three mugs of hot chocolate. She could have whipped them up in an instant with magic, but she wanted to give them as much time alone as she could. When the drinks were finally ready, she placed the three mugs on a tray and made her way back into the living room.

"That's Teddy." She heard her daughter's clear voice say. "He's the same age as me. We'll go to Hogwarts together."

"He is Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonk's son?" Severus asked softly.

"Uh huh. But his Mummy and Daddy are dead, they died in the war like..." Hermione watched her daughter's eyes light up. "Mummy. Maybe they aren't dead after all."

"No sweetie." Hermione said, placing the mugs down on the coffee table. "Remus and Tonks are dead."

"But you said he was dead and he isn't." Sabrina scowled up at her mother. "What about George's Fred? Maybe he isn't dead either."

"No Honey, he's dead too." Hermione handed her a mug of hot chocolate.

"Fred Weasley died?" Severus asked, his face pale. "That must have been hard on Arthur and Molly." He whispered when she nodded her head.

"It was hard on everyone." Hermione sighed, taking a sip of hot chocolate.

"And the boy? Remus' son. Who raised him?"

"Well Harry is his Godfather, but he was a bit too young to raise a child full time, so mostly Tonk's mother kept him at first. He spends a lot of time with Harry and Ginny now."

"Did you know Teddy's Mummy and Daddy?" Sabrina stared up at him wide eyed.

"I went to school with Remus Lupin and Nymphadora was one of my students when I taught at Hogwarts."

"Were you and Teddy's Daddy friends?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Severus sighed. "We were in the same grade, but we were in different houses."

"What house are you? Mummy's a Gryffindor."

"I am a Slytherin. When I was teaching I was the Head of Slytherin house."

"Oh." Hermione watched as her daughter frowned slightly, before turning another page of the album.

"Who is this little girl?" Snape asked, pointing to a picture.

"That's Lily. She's Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's little girl. She's two, but she's not a brat like Hugo. She's sweet and she's fun to play dress up with. Uncle Harry named her after his Mummy. She died when he was just a baby."

"Yes." Snape nodded. "I knew his mother. She was my friend when we were your age, even before we went to Hogwart's."

"Did you know his Daddy too? James is named..."

"We should drink our hot chocolate before it gets too cold." Hermione said cheerfully, reaching for her mug. "Sabrina, don't pester Professor Snape with so many questions."

"But Mummy." Sabrina glared at her, angry at the interruption. "There are so many things I still don't know."

"I realize that, dear. But he can't possibly answer all of your questions in one night. Let the poor man drink his hot chocolate. I'm sorry, she takes after me in that respect." Hermione chuckled. "An insufferable know it all."

"I'm not insufferable and I'm not a know it all." Sabrina pouted, her arms folded across her chest.

"Oh I'm just teasing you." Hermione said at the indignant look on her daughter's face.

"And she's teasing me too." Snape smirked. "I used to call your mother that when she was my student." He explained taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Why did you call her that?" Sabrina asked, her eyes wide. "Didn't you like her."

"Your mother was the best student I've ever had the pleasure of teaching." Severus said, his lips turning up in a small smile. "But she did have the most annoying habit of always waving her hand in the air and clambering for my attention."

"So you said you've been in America. What have you been doing all this time?" Hermione asked staring down into her cup, purposely avoiding Snape's gaze.

"I've been manufacturing and selling herbal remedies over the internet."

"You're kidding." She laughed.

"Not at all." He said, setting his mug aside. "American's are positively rabid for anything organic or herbal. And my remedies had the benefit of actually working. I managed to build up quite a lucrative little business. I had a small cottage on the beach, lots of peace and quiet. I've been content."

"Content? But not happy?"

"Don't knock content." He snorted softly. "It was certainly a step up from the life I had been living." He turned his head and smiled as Sabrina slumped sleepily against his arm. "I think it's past someone's bedtime." He whispered, deftly plucking the tilting hot chocolate mug from the sleeping girl's hand.

"Way past her bedtime." Hermione said, rising to move towards the sofa. "And it's been a long and exciting day for her. Sabrina sweetie. Time for bed." She reached down to shake her daughter's shoulder.

"'S not tired." The girl mumbled, burying her face against Snape's arm. "Dun wanna go to bed."

"You are so tired." Hermione frowned, shaking her arm again. "Now come on. You have to walk, you're too big for me to carry."

"I can carry her." Severus said, glancing warily up at Hermione. "That is, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all." Hermione chuckled, stepping away from the sofa to give him room to rise. "But I have to warn you, she weighs a ton." Her eyes widened as he easily lifted her up and into his arms. "Or maybe she doesn't." Hermione blushed, a curious warmth rushing through her at the easy way he cradled the girl in his arms.

"Her room?" Snape prompted when Hermione remained frozen in place a strange expression on her face.

"Oh of course. I'm sorry. This way." She turned and led Severus down a short hallway and through a doorway. Flicking on a low lamp he was able to see his daughter's room in the dim light. The walls were painted a mint green with pink curtains on the window and a pink duvet covering the single bed. Posters of kittens, dogs, horses and tigers covered the walls. He was pleased to see a large bookcase, crammed full with books, as well as a student desk littered with books and bits of parchment. Every other available surface seemed covered with both muggle and magical games and toys and enough plush animals to fill a zoo. He waited, enjoying the warmth of his daughter in his arms as Hermione plucked a worn stuffed black cat from the bed and pulled back the covers. "There you are." She took a step back so he could lower the girl onto the mattress. His eyes widened when she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"Please don't go." She mumbled sleepily against his cheek. "What if I never see you again?"

"Your mother and I have some things to discuss, but you will see me again." He whispered, gently prying her arms from around his neck and pulling the duvet up to cover her thin body..

"Promise?"

"I promise." He whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Mummy tell him he has to come back tomorrow." The sleepy girl mumbled, holding out her arms towards her mother.

"I will sweetie. Here's Sebastian." She placed the worn plush cat in the girls arms. "Now you go to sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

Severus stepped back from the bed, watching as the little girl, his daughter, wrapped the stuffed cat in her arms. A lump formed in his throat and he gritted his teeth, trying to stop the burn of tears that filled his eyes. Stepping out into the hallway, he wiped his hand across his eyes. "She's..." He paused, trying to clear the lump from his throat. "amazing. You've really done a wonderful..." His voice cracked again and he turned his back on Hermione. "Would it be possible for me to use your facilities?" He asked in a rush.

"Of course. They're right there." She whispered. "I'll just be in the living room."
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