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Chapter 27 ~ Supper

"Pass me your plate, Mr. Granger," Severus said to Mathias.

"Um, Professor?" Mathias said, looking at the wizard hesitatingly.

"Yes, Mr. Granger?" Severus responded.

"Do you think you could call me by my first name while you're here? We're not at Hogwarts now, sir," the little wizard asked him.

Severus eyed him for a moment, as Hermione looked at her son.

"Well, since this is an informal setting, yes I can Mathias," he answered, "but you will not call me by my first name. Professor is fine. Now pass me your plate."

"Yes sir," Mathias said beaming at Severus, then at his mother as if to say "he's going to call me by my first name, mum!" He passed his plate to the Potions Master, who put a generous piece of glazed ham on it, then looked at Mathias speculatively.

"I believe you are a breast man, Mathias. Or you will be," he said, ignoring Hermione's scowl. He passed the plate back to Mathias, who thanked him and began to put more food on his plate.

"Now, Miss Granger…what kind of 'piece' would you like?" he said, smirking at her.

Hermione reddened again. The wizard was insufferable.

"A leg," she snapped.

"Ah, would that be first, second or …." Severus purred

"Just any leg, Professor," she said hurriedly.

"There's no third leg on a goose, Professor," Mathias observed, ladling gravy over his breast meat.

"So there isn't, Mathias. My counting appears to be off," Severus said, looking at Hermione again with that annoying smirk.

The Potion's Master placed a leg on her plate, along with a slice of ham and passed the plate to Mathias, who passed it to his mother.

The witch wondered if she could get away with hexing him under the table. A well placed "itchium crotchus" spell would do a good job of ending this fiasco early.

Severus served himself a generous portion of breast and ham, then sat down, accepting dishes from Mathias as Hermione picked over her food, surreptiously watching her son interact with Severus. The boy wore a look of delight on his face from the moment the Potions Master had entered the house. Clearly, Mathias liked the wizard very much. Hermione felt a bit of jealousy that her son obviously thought so much of someone else. It was childish, she knew, but she felt it anyway.

The Potions Master cut a slice of goose, swirled it in gravy and popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. A look of pleasure washed across his pale face, and Hermione felt a little hitch inside as she took in that familiar look. Severus' dark eyes rested on her.

"I must say, Miss Granger…you can really cook when you get going," he said suggestively.

"I told you her food was good," Mathias said to the Professor who looked at him.

"I daresay, Mathias, that your mother's cooking is not the only good thing about her," the wizard responded, causing the witch to flush again.

How much of this would she be forced to endure?

"Yes sir, she's really smart too. But you know that already, you were her teacher," the wizard said.

"Yes, I was," the Potions Master agreed, his eyes on Hermione again.

Hermione knew Severus was thinking how he taught her to move under him when he took her virginity. His eyes fairly smoldered.

Mathias noticed the Potions Master was looking at his mother quite a bit. Maybe he liked her. If he did, that was great. All that was left to do was make his mother like the Professor. Maybe if she knew all the great advice his Head of House had been giving him, she might like the wizard more.

"Professor, you were right about Jasmine," he said to the wizard, who suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Jasmine? Who's Jasmine?" Hermione asked, frowning a little.

"Jasmine is a femme fatale," Mathias said to his mother as if this would explain everything. Severus held in a groan. This wasn't good.

"A what?" Hermione said, looking at Severus. He had to be at the bottom of this. Mathias would have no idea what a femme fatale was if someone hadn't told him.

"A femme fatale. Well, she's not an actual femme fatale, more like one in training," Mathias explained. "Jasmine's a first year like me, mum. She's not old enough to be a real femme fatale, but she's still trying to control me."

Hermione glared at Severus.

"What's this all about?" she demanded.

Severus sighed. He hadn't wanted Hermione to know he had talked to Mathias about sex. She was such an uptight witch. She wouldn't take it well, though the boy needed a heads up. He was dealing with a Malfoy after all.

"He's talking about Jasmine Malfoy," the Professor said reluctantly.

"Malfoy?" Hermione repeated, horror in her voice. The Malfoys were notorious for their manipulative ways.

"Yes. Miss Malfoy took a liking to Mathias shortly after he arrived," Severus said.

"A liking to? But Mathias is only eleven years old!" Hermione said in alarm, looking at her son who was staring back at her steadily.

"Don't worry mum, I don't want to stick my penis in her or anything," Mathias said in an attempt to comfort her.

Severus closed his eyes and pinched his nose. Mathias had let out the droxies now.

Hermione turned red, then purple, then a shade of green.

"What? Severus, what have you been telling him? Oh my gods!" she yelled at the wizard, using his given name in her ire.

"Now wait a minute, Miss Granger, he came to my office already knowing about penis insertion," Severus said. "I didn't tell him anything about that. He already knew."

"How could he know that? I kept him protected," Hermione seethed.

"Children have ways of finding out things parents don't want them to know," Severus replied, looking at Mathias with an eyebrow raised. "How did you find out about sex, Mathias?"

"Well, it was a long time ago when I complained to mum about Mr. Forall sleeping in her bed when she had kicked me out of it, saying I was too big to sleep in there. But Mr. Forall was bigger than me," Mathias said, a little scowl on his face.

It was Hermione's turn to pinch her nose as Mathias poured his little heart out and Severus listened, his eyes on Hermione, both eyebrows raised now.

"She said it was different for adults when they slept together. That it had to do with sex, but she wouldn't tell me what sex was, so I looked it up. And I found out that sex is when a wizard sticks his penis in a witch. And that's what Mr. Forall was doing to mum, which was why she let him sleep with her sometimes. Not all the time. But sometimes," Mathias said, looking at his mother a bit accusingly.

Over the years Mathias found he didn't like the idea of anyone sticking his penis in his mother. They might brag about it or something. Then he would have to hex them.

Hermione looked at her son in absolute horror. If she could have melted into a puddle and oozed away from the table she would have, she was so embarrassed. She looked at Severus, who was looking at the witch thoughtfully.

"It seems Mathias' Slytherin tendency of resourcefulness manifested quite early," the wizard observed. "As did your 'research' gene, Miss Granger."

"I've known what sex is since I was seven," Mathias added helpfully.

Hermione just stared at her son. She didn't know what in the world to say.

Severus was about to comment, when there was a tap on the kitchen window. All three looked around and saw an owl on the ledge, tapping for entrance with its beak. It wore a blue collar.

"That's a Ministry owl," Hermione said, rising, walking to the window and opening it. The owl flew in and landed on the kitchen counter. It eyed the spread of food. Mathias broke off a bit of his ham and brought it over to the bird and fed it as his mother removed the parchment, opened it and read it.

"Oh no. I'd forgotten about this," she groaned looking at Mathias.

"It a warning from the Ministry saying that underage magic was performed here, and that if it happens again, you will be suspended from Hogwarts until you have a hearing," she said to her son.

"Oops, I forgot too mum," the boy said. "I've been doing magic so long at home, I forgot I'm not allowed to do it anyplace but Hogwarts now."

Severus looked at them. This was a magical household. Mathias practicing magic here shouldn't be a problem. Hermione was muggle-born, and when she was home in muggle London, the Ministry could tell if she cast a spell because she was in a non-magical area. She wouldn't think it odd to receive an owl about Mathias using a spell because of this. But Severus knew in a household where magic was done frequently, normally the Ministry didn't focus on students. They overlooked the spells cast for the most part.

Severus suspected that there had been complaints about Mathias, stemming from the antler hex. He was sure students had complained to their parents. Although Mathias was found faultless, no doubt some letters of protest had been sent to the Ministry when Hogwarts didn't punish the boy. Severus believed the Ministry had targeted his son, most likely because of the complaints and because he was the offspring of a muggle-born. There was quite a bit of DKV sentiment in the Ministry now.

The Potions Master didn't want to tell this to Hermione. It would upset her too much. But she was assistant Department Head in the Ministry's Spells Department. Maybe she could use her influence to make them ease up on Mathias.

"Miss Granger, you are an employee in a high position in the Spells Department. Surely you can use your influence to arrange some leeway for the boy," he said to her, his brow furrowed.

"Professor Snape. You may be a Slytherin, Mathias may be a Slytherin, but I am NOT a Slytherin. I will not use my position to manipulate the law," she said evenly, holding her chin high with self-righteousness as she and Mathias returned to the table.

Severus scowled at her. Giving their son a leg up was worth a bit of manipulation.

"But if he were raised performing magic freely at home, there are bound to be a few accidents," Severus said to Hermione, "Do you want to see him in a hearing because he is doing what comes naturally?"

"He will simply have to learn not to do it, Professor, and I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to tell me what's best for my son," she said, her eyes flashing. "I've been taking care of him on my own for years."

Severus shut up then, and ate the rest of his meal in silence, as did Hermione.

Mathias looked back and forth between them, but they were in that 'sullen adult' state. There would be no talking to them now. He wished he had set the table normally. The sex conversation was getting really interesting, but he had the feeling he'd better not bring it up now. It was clear his mother didn't want the Professor giving advice to him or her.

But Professor Snape was a wizard. Mathias knew he needed to learn things from a wizard's point of view, and as much as he loved his mother, she couldn't do this for him. Uncles Harry and Ron would sugarcoat or skip over things. Only Professor Snape could be counted on to tell the truth about something, even if it wasn't pleasant.

Professor Snape finished his pie. He wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"That was quite the best meal I've had in ages," he said to Mathias. "Thank you for inviting me. Everything was delicious. Now…."

He looked at Hermione.

"I believe I've worn out my welcome. I'll be going," he said rising.

Mathias leapt up.

"No! You haven't worn out your welcome, Professor. You just ate. You should rest a while before you go. Plus, we haven't opened your presents yet. Please don't leave yet," Mathias pleaded. He looked at his mother, upset.

"Mum," he said, wanting her to help him convince the Professor to stay a little longer.

Hermione wanted the wizard to leave, but the look in her son's eyes made her relent.

"Professor Snape, will you please stay a little while longer? We can move to the living room and open your presents," she said, her eyes shifting toward Mathias who was staring at the wizard, holding his breath.

Severus looked at his son.

"Maybe for a few more minutes," he conceded.

Mathias grinned and in his delight, caught the pale wizard by his hand and led him into the living room, settling him in front of the sofa.

"You sit right here, Professor," he said, leaving the room to get his mother.

Severus looked down on the coffee table. There was a photo album resting there. Curious, he picked it up and opened it.

On the first page there was a rather bedraggled Hermione, her hair plastered to her head, the witch panted and looking down at little wriggling bundle in her arms, and smiling lovingly at it.

Severus realized this was a picture of Hermione after she had given birth, and the little wriggling bundle in her arms was Mathias. He looked at the next page. It showed Hermione breast feeding the baby, then suddenly starting and yelling at the camera. He smirked. Whoever took the picture must have crept up on her. Obviously, she didn't want her milk-swollen breasts captured on film for posterity.

He turned the pages. There were pictures of Hermione and Mathias as he grew older. There was the standard blackmail photo of Mathias naked in the bathtub as a baby, his smooth, pale bottom showing as he gurgled at the camera. That would no doubt be whipped out when he brought his first girlfriend home.

Severus continued to leaf through the album, as it showed Mathias getting older. There were photos with Harry and Ron playing with him, both on brooms on either side of him, teaching him how to fly, and Hermione giving him his first wand, then Ron running screaming with his trousers on fire as the young wizard accidentally cast his first spell.

There were outings and picnics, always Harry someplace close by in the background. Severus' face went soft as he saw a picture of the boy standing alone, his arms folded and staring at the camera somberly. He looked so much like him. The wizard wondered if they might not have to move up the date of revealing his relationship to the boy, before he figured it out.

Mathias and Hermione came into the room, Hermione staring at the wizard as she noticed him thumbing through the album. He had a rather strange expression on his face and he looked up at the witch. She thought she saw a bit of remorse there. But no. Severus Snape didn't feel remorse.

"Don't look at that, Professor. The pictures are embarrassing," Mathias said, closing the book in the Potions Master's hands, then taking it and putting it back on the table. "Mum thinks it's cute to have naked pictures of me lying about in the living room. I'm going to make that book disappear one day."

Mathias had his present in his hand. He could tell it was a book of some type. He opened it, and read the cover.

"Potions Essays by the Masters," he read. The book looked very old.

"That book contains several essays that made me interested in Potions," said Professor Snape looking at the boy. "I got every single one of the essays signed by the author. It is one of a kind."

Mathias looked at it.

"This was yours?" he asked, stroking the cover reverently.

Severus nodded.

"Yes, it was. Now it is yours. I think you have a promising future in Potions, Mathias. I thought this book would inspire you like it inspired me when I was your age," he said.

"Thank you, Professor," Mathias breathed, holding the book as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He drifted off to the armchair, opened it, and starting reading, his small fingers tracing the page.

Hermione looked over at him, then back at Severus, frowning a bit.

"That's a very personal present," she whispered to him.

Severus shrugged.

"I wanted my first present to him to have some meaning," he whispered back. "I've never given him anything, Hermione."

Hermione looked over at Mathias, who was completely absorbed in the book.

"He certainly seems to like it," she commented.

"Of course he likes it. He's going to be a Potions Master," the wizard replied.

Hermione thought she caught a note of pride in the snarky wizard's statement.

"And what did you give me?" she asked him, suspecting it was some kind of sex toy.

"I'm not used to buying witches gifts, so I got you something I thought would be practical," Severus replied.

Hermione opened the small box and took out what looked like a hair tie. She looked at Severus.

"I see you didn't spare any expense," she said sarcastically.

"Actually, that didn't come cheap. It is a charmed Hair tie, from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. You put that in your hair and it will instantly become any hairstyle you wish. All you have to say is how you want it done, and it will instantly do it," he said. "I figure it would save you time when getting ready for work or a night on the town."

He was being sarcastic, he knew Hermione didn't go anywhere but to bed and the pensieve.

Hermione looked at the hair tie with new appreciation.

"That's wonderful. Thank you, Severus," she said, looking down at him.

If he had been anyone else, she would have given him a small kiss.

His dark eyes rested on her.

"Are you still using the pensieve?" he asked the witch. The embarrassed look in her eyes told him yes.

"You need to give it back, Hermione," the Potions Master said. "As I said, I will gladly give you an updated memory as replacement."

"No," she said. "I don't need that."

"I think you need it very much, Hermione. I would love to fuck you again," the wizard said in a low voice. "I would do things to you that would have your toes stuck in a perpetual curl, witch."

"Severus! Mathias might hear you," she chided, heat rising in her belly.

Severus looked over at the absorbed boy.

"I think not. It appears he has inherited your gift of tuning everything out when something gets his attention," Severus said, his dark eyes glinting at her.

"It seems you need a good, hard dose of reality, witch. I might end up having to ravish you for your own good," the wizard said in an even lower voice. "I'll not have you undergoing a psychological break. Not when you have Mathias to care for."

Hermione looked at Severus a bit guiltily. She knew what she was doing wasn't healthy. But she couldn't help herself. She just couldn't give the pensieve back. It was as if it were all she had. She would really be alone without it, and she didn't want to be.

"I'll give you until the end of the school term to give my pensieve back voluntarily, Hermione. If not, be prepared for the consequences," Severus hissed at her.

Then he rose from the sofa.

"I will be taking my leave of you now, Mathias," he announced to the boy.

"Good-bye Professor," Mathias replied, not moving from either the chair or the book. He was totally into it. Severus smirked as Hermione was about to chastise Mathias for his rudeness.

"No, leave him. Like mother, like son," the Potions Master said as he looked at the boy. Hermione seemed to detect a slight look of fondness on the wizard's face. Was he starting to really care about Mathias?

She walked the Potions Master to the front door. He turned and looked at her.

"Dinner with me wasn't horribly bad was it?" he asked her.

"It was terrible," Hermione replied. "You were awful with all your innuendos."

"It was worth seeing you flush, Hermione. I know why you turn colors," he said in a low voice. He moved a bit closer to her, then looked back towards the living room.

Mathias couldn't see them.

Suddenly the Potions Master grabbed Hermione and lifted her up, drawing her against his hard, lean body and kissing her hungrily, his tongue practically raping her mouth as the witch felt herself melting against him, overwhelmed by the fire racing through her body as she gave herself over, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Severus felt himself hardening as he held the witch's petite body against him, feeling Hermione mold her curves against him and giving herself over to his kiss. She would give her body over just as willingly. It was starved for sex, he could feel it. Reluctantly, the Potions Master released her before Mathias discovered them, setting her back on the floor, his eyes smoldering into her heated amber orbs. She was quivering like a virgin.

"That is much better than a pensieve, isn't it, Hermione?" he asked the trembling witch, his voice like silk. "If our son weren't here, I'd take you to your bedroom and fuck you, no matter how much you protested. Then you could blame me…again. I'd absolve you of any guilt."

Hermione blinked up at him. She almost wished Mathias wasn't here. The Potions Master could take the decision out of her hands then.

The wizard opened the door, stepped through it, then turned back to her. The expression on his face made her belly do somersaults. Gods, the wizard was so sexy, big nose and all.

"You have until the end of term, Hermione. Or I will be back," Severus said to her.

"And next time I won't be denied."

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A/N: Sorry how long it took to post this. It was a long, hard day and I am completely ragged. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Laura K/Anaretaacronycal: I took care of the underage wizard thing too. Thanks for pointing it out. Please review, ya'll.