Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter One ~ Prologue

"You're what?" the Potions Master asked the witch in front of him.

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant Severus," Hermione said.

The Potions Master looked at the witch. Damn, he'd only fucked her once, and that's because she practically threw herself at him. Well, that wasn't completely true. She had quite a bit of help, thanks to a few strawberry daiquiris.

"I can give you a potion to end it," he said to her.

Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy.

"I won't kill our child," she declared firmly.

The Potions Master looked at her.

"You won't kill your child. I want nothing to do with this," he said. "I am not about to marry you because you didn't use a contraceptive. And I'm not going to pay out my hard earned galleons to care for a child that shouldn't be born. You keep this baby, Hermione, you'll take care of it yourself."

Hermione couldn't believe this.

"But it's your child too," she exclaimed at the wizard.

"No. I was just a sperm donor. I don't want children, and will not allow you to force one on me. You were a one-night stand. A pick-up at the Three Broomsticks. You were so forward, I believe you would have at least had protection."

Actually, Severus had run across Hermione at the Three Broomsticks, gotten her drunk, seduced her, booked an overnight room and took her virginity. It was just pussy to him. He wasn't about to pay for the rest of his life for a bit of trim.

"How would I have protection when I had no idea I'd be having sex?" she asked him.

Hermione remembered waking up next to the Professor, horrified. She jumped out of the bed and got a glimpse of the bloody sheets, and groaned. The wizard had awakened and smirked at her evilly, then scourgified himself, dressed and left without a word.

She didn't know what had happened for her to end up in bed with him. The wizard had joined her at her table and started buying her drinks. She didn't remember much else after that. But he fucked her, she was certain. This was no immaculate conception.

Hermione was in her second year of university. She graduated Hogwarts with honors and was working towards a degree for Spells Mistress. The witch was so focused on her education that she had no time for wizards. Obviously she had made time this particular night.

When her period was late, Hermione prayed it was just stress. But it never came. She apparated to London and purchased several testing kits. Every one came up positive. She didn't know what to do. Now she was three months pregnant and had decided to tell the Potions Master he was about to be a father. Hopefully he would do the right thing and at least help take care of the child.

But he was telling her no. He wasn't going to fulfill his responsibility. He wanted her to kill it. Well, she wouldn't do it.

Severus looked at her.

"If you want this child, that's your choice. As I said, I want nothing to do with it…and if you try to force me, I will drag your name through the mud so deep it will leave a furrow that will encompass the entire wizarding world. No one will want to employ you when you finish university after I'm done with you. So think hard about this witch," the wizard said scowling at her.

The stupid chit. She should know to get rid of it. A baby would only hamper her education. She could have other children later when she was ready.

Hermione stood up.

"Fine," she said, "I will raise this baby myself then. Why I thought you'd do the honorable thing is beyond me."

"It's beyond me too," Severus replied, "Now get out of my office. I don't want to hear another word about this child, ever."

"You fucking bastard," Hermione spat at him.

"You are exactly right. Good-bye, Miss Granger," the Potions Master said dismissively.

Hermione rose and stormed toward the door.

"One day you're going to regret this," she said.

"I highly doubt that. Now get out of my sight. I am not above hexing a pregnant witch," he said, pulling out his wand.

Hermione cursed him and left his office.

"Stupid chit," Severus breathed to himself as the door slammed shut. "She's on Stripe if she thinks I'm taking care of her bastard. The Dark Lord would flay me alive if he knew I impregnated a muggle-born and actually took responsibility."

He pulled several parchments toward him and began marking them, pushing Hermione and her child out of his mind.

He did this quite well for the next eleven years.

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"Mathias Granger," Professor Minerva McGonagall announced, reading from the parchment of new first years. It was the Sorting Ceremony, where the new students were sorted into their respective houses.

The close-knit, and rather frightened crowd of young students milled about as someone struggled through the midst of them. A pale, dark-haired boy pushed through the children, turning to scowl fiercely at them for blocking his way before mounting the dais, and sitting on the stool, his face expressionless.

Severus Snape stared at the boy. His facial features were the spitting image of his mother, but he had black eyes, hair and rather pale skin. His demeanor was rather sober.

Minerva placed the Sorting Hat on Mathias head. The hat began to speak.

"Ah, interesting. A sharp mind, very sharp. You have quite a bit of intelligence and would do well in Ravenclaw…yet you are brave…almost to a fault. That is a Gryffindor trait…"

The Hat fell silent for a moment.

"But there is anger. And great ambition. There is selfishness, and darkness too," the Hat said in a disapproving voice. "There is only one place for you, boy. Slytherin!"

Cheers went up from the Slytherin table as Mathias rose from the stool, his dark eyes washing over the cheering students. He scowled and walked down to the table. He was greeted enthusiastically, but he didn't crack a single smile as he shook hands with his housemates. The young wizard sat down and folded his hands, watching the rest of the ceremony with a rather bored expression.

"He'd rather be someplace else," Severus thought as he looked at the boy. "I'd rather he was too."

Albus Dumbledore looked at the Professor, then at the dark-haired boy. He shook his head slightly. So Mathias Granger was sorted into Slytherin house and was under the protection of his estranged father.

Sparks were bound to fly sooner or later.

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A/N: I received an email from a reader named Sally W. who asked me if I could write a story where Severus didn't live up to his responsibility as a father. She wanted me to include it in the last story I wrote, but I thought this was something that required its own story. Now, I don't know if I will be able to manage to get Severus and Hermione together in this one. It would be very, very challenging to do so. As usual, I have no plot for this, so I have no idea where it will go or how long it will be. But it should be interesting to say the least because of the father/son dynamic. Mathias already displays his father's traits, and is a Slytherin, so will be in contact with him. We don't know if he knows Severus is his father or not yet. Hermione may not have told him. Well, let's see where this goes.