Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 40 ~ Visitation

Harry sat on the couch next to Hermione, looking haggard as he told her how sorry he was for James' actions toward her son. Hermione looked at him sympathetically. Harry really didn't have a clue about how James felt, or what he was doing to Mathias. It had to have been quite a shock to the wizard.

"I always thought I was a good dad," Harry said, his hands draped between his knees and looking at the floor. "I thought I was there for James, but I wasn't. And I made him hate Mathias. I'm so sorry Hermione. I thought you were all wrong. But my son is a bully, just like you said."

Hermione rubbed Harry's shoulders comfortingly.

"But now you do know Harry and James is still young. You need to sit down with him and tell him how you feel about bullies, how it affected you when you found out your dad was like that. He'll understand it then. James loves you, Harry. He wouldn't purposely do anything to make you ashamed of him. Just go talk to him," the witch said, "He might surprise you."

Harry looked at her. A bit of hope filled his green eyes. He adjusted his glasses.

"You really think so, Hermione? That's what Ginny told me too," he said.

Hermione smiled at him.

"Yes, I think so, Harry. James is your son. He has a lot of good in him. You can bring it out, I'm sure," Hermione said.

Harry gave her a small smile.

"Thanks for being so understanding Hermione," he said to her, straightening.

"That's what friends are for, Harry. To understand when you need understanding," she replied. "Plus, I think James is the last thing on Mathias' mind right now."

Harry's brow furrowed.

"Why do you say that, Hermione?"

"Because, last night Severus told him he was his father," Hermione replied.

"What? He told him? How did he take it?" Harry asked, his eyes worried.

"Surprisingly well. He went straight Slytherin, Harry. It was almost frightening how calculatingly he began to weigh everything. He believes being Severus' son will be advantageous in the long run and wants to make sure he takes full advantage of that," Hermione replied, reddening as she thought about how her son wanted her to be with the Potions Master.

Harry blinked at her.

"That's some son you've raised, Hermione. He's amazing," Harry said.

"I know," Hermione said quietly.

The two sat there for several moments.

"I'd better get going," Harry said, "Ginny wants me to pick up a couple of things from the market for dinner."

The wizard stood up, as did Hermione. They hugged, then walked to the front door.

"I'm going to talk to James as soon as I get home," Harry said to Hermione.

"Good," she said, "Just be honest. It works," Hermione said, thinking about Mathias.

Harry grinned and pulled open the front door.

Severus was standing on the doorstep, his dark eyes resting on the wizard first, then shifting toward Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded, frowning at the Potions Master.

Severus looked at him with disdain.

"My business, Mr. Potter," the wizard purred, "Is with Miss Granger. It is none of your concern."

Harry scowled.

"I'm making it my concern," Harry seethed, stepping in front of Hermione.

"Are you challenging me, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked silkily, one eyebrow arching.

He hoped the wizard was. It would give Severus great pleasure to blast him into next week. He still thought Harry was a pompous, attention-seeking git.

Harry started to answer him, a fierce look on his face when Hermione sidled between them.

"It's all right Harry. It probably has to do with Mathias," she said, "You can go. I'll be fine."

Harry looked at Severus, who smirked at him.

"I don't trust you alone with him, Hermione. Gods only knows what he might try to do to you," the wizard said.

Hermione looked at Severus, and felt a little pulse as his dark eyes met hers.

"I've been alone with him before, Harry," she said. "I'll be fine."

"Yes, Mr. Potter. She has been alone with me before," Severus added, his meaning unmistakable.

Harry felt his gut clench. He really didn't want to leave Hermione alone with the wizard. He didn't like the look in his eyes. He was going to try something on the witch, Harry knew it.

"I want to stay, Hermione," Harry said stubbornly.

Severus looked at Hermione.

"Perhaps it would be better if I came back another time, Miss Granger," he purred at her. He started to turn.

"No!" Hermione exclaimed.

Both Harry and Severus looked at her, Harry stunned by the desperation in her voice. She wanted Snape here. She wanted to be alone with the snarky bastard. No, Hermione. No. Not again.

Hermione collected herself.

"I mean no, you traveled all this way to see me, Professor. Please come in," the witch said, stepping aside and pushing Harry aside.

The Auror glared at Severus as he swooped in.

"Thank you, Miss Granger," he said, brushing by Harry and walking into the living room.

Harry looked at Hermione, his green eyes searching her face.

"You're falling for him again, Hermione. After all he's done to you and Mathias, how could you?" he said accusingly.

"Harry, it's not like that," she said, trying to explain to the irate wizard.

She hated when Harry went into overprotective big brother mode. He acted like she was a child.

"I can see it, Hermione. I heard it in your voice. You're going to let him get at you again. How can you be so stupid?" Harry asked her. "He's a no-good, child-abandoning bastard, and you're going to let him into your bed."

Hermione scowled at him.

"That's enough Harry. You can go now," she said, crossing her arms.

Harry stood there.

"You're making a big mistake, Hermione," Harry said, glancing toward the living room.

"If I do make a mistake, Harry Potter, it's mine to make…not yours," she replied. "Now go. I have to talk to Severus."

"Talk? Is that what they're calling shagging now?" he said nastily.

Hermione had enough. She pushed Harry out the door and slammed it behind him, pulling out her wand and warding it.

Harry rattled the doorknob.

"Hermione! Hermione!" he called, banging on the door. There was no answer.

"Damn it," he said under his breath, "Damn it, Hermione."

Well, there was nothing for it then. Obviously, the witch was going to do what she wanted. All he could do was be there to pick up the pieces once she was broken…again.

Harry glanced at the warded front door once more, sighed then disapparated.

Hermione was on her own.

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Hermione walked toward the living room as Harry pounded on the front door, calling her name desperately. One would think she was walking into the open jaws of a dragon, the way he was reacting.

The witch entered the living room. Severus was sitting in the armchair, stroking his chin with his pale hand, his dark eyes resting on her thoughtfully. She was barefoot, dressed in her signature muggle jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her curves. He could make out her comfortable cotton bra beneath. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The Potions Master leaned forward in the chair.

"It seems Mr. Potter was reluctant to leave you alone with me, Hermione," he said to the witch.

"That's Harry. Sometimes he thinks he's my father," she said, sitting down on the sofa, "Now why are you here?"

"Because of our son," he said, his black eyes glittering. "He seems to think you need a 'boyfriend.'"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"He what?" she gasped at the wizard, who smirked.

"He seems to think you are in need of companionship, Hermione. He would like me to be your companion," Severus said.

Hermione let her head drop into her hand.

"I don't believe that boy," Hermione said. "He's just…just unbelievable."

"I happen to think he is quite perceptive, witch," the Potions Master purred. "The boy is right. You need a flesh and blood wizard to meet your needs. Not a memory in a pensieve."

Hermione looked up at the wizard. The look in his eyes was hot and unmistakable.

"So, I understand you "like me a little," Severus said, rising from the armchair and walking toward her. "A little can go a long way."

Hermione skittered from the sofa.

"Now wait…wait, you took that entirely out of context, Severus," Hermione said, moving behind the sofa and placing it between herself and the wizard, who was removing his cloak.

"I don't think I did, Hermione," he purred, placing his cloak on the couch and slowly walking around it. Hermione moved to the other side of the couch."

"Stop running," Severus hissed, "It's time, Hermione. Time to experience me in real life. You know you want to."

Severus came from around the couch and Hermione darted back behind it. Severus paused, then began to unbutton his robes.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, half terrified, half mesmerized as the wizard's hands deftly flew down the front of his robes.

"Obviously, you want me to chase you, witch. My robes will get in the way," he replied, shrugging off his robes and placing them on the couch as well.

He was attired in a white dress shirt, a black belt with a Slytherin buckle and black pants. He toed off his boots and stood in his black socks.

"I'll give you a sporting chance," he purred, "I'll count to ten and give you a head start. You can hide if you want, but I guarantee I will find you. And when I find you…."

Hermione felt as if her heart would fly out of her chest at the hungry way the Professor was looking at her

"…I'm going to fuck you," he finished.

Hermione hesitated, then pulled out her wand.

"I'll hex you, Severus…I promise you I will," she declared, the wand trembling in her hand as she pointed it at the wizard.

The Potions Master looked at the quivering wand tip and actually smiled. It was a little, unpleasant smile however.

"A nervous Spells Mistress?" he purred. "Do you think you can actually hit me the way your hand is shaking, Hermione? I'll probably be able to dodge whatever you throw at me."

"Don't test me, Severus," Hermione warned him.

The Potions Master started forward again.

"Test you? Oh no, Hermione I don't intend on testing you. I'm going to give you the full examination," he said silkily.

Hermione backed up still pointing the wand at him.

Watching the witch warily, Severus approached her. Instead of going around the couch, he started climbing over it, taking the most direct route.

"If you're going to hex me, witch, you'd better do it now," he said, preparing himself.

Hermione suddenly thrust the wand at him.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she cried as Severus darted aside and leapt over the couch, the spell missing him. He grabbed Hermione by both wrists and shook her.

"You little vixen," he hissed.

Then he tore her wand out of her hand and released her, tucking her wand into his pocket.

He looked at her, eyes glittering as her breasts rose and fell with emotion. Hell, he wanted to chase her.

"I like the idea of pursuing you, Hermione," he breathed at her. "I'll make you an offer. I will let you hide. If you can elude me for ten minutes, I will leave you untouched and go. But if I find you, witch…you will submit."

"What if I don't agree to hide?" Hermione asked him, quivering at his proximity.

"Then I pick you up bodily, carry you to your bedroom and arbitrarily have my way with you," he replied.

"That's rape, Severus," Hermione said, feeling heat rushing through her.

The Potions Master stared at her for a moment, then traced her cheek with one pale finger. Hermione's eyes half-closed at the contact.

"It won't be rape and you know it, Hermione," he said to her, withdrawing his finger. "You want me. You're just not sure you want me tonight. You can't make up your mind witch. I have to do it for you. But I am a fair wizard when I want to be. I'm giving you a chance to escape me…for tonight. It's up to you whether or not to accept my kindness."

Hermione looked at him, then suddenly bolted from the room.

Severus swiftly pulled out his wand and placed his own ward on the front door. There was still the back door, but he really wasn't concerned about her leaving the house. It was cold outside and she would have to dress. He doubted she would do that. This foreplay was quite delicious and he was sure the witch was turned on by the thought of him finding her, despite her pitiful protests.

Severus looked down at his tented trousers. One thing was for certain. He was definitely aroused by the idea of finding the witch. And he would find her.

The Potions Master waited about three minutes for the witch to settle in wherever she was hiding.

Then he started the hunt.

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A/N: Ooh la la. Reminds me of a game called "Hide and Go Get It" lolol. Had to do something different this go round. Hang in there…it's about to get very interesting. How about Harry eh? He went a little Weasleyish there. Pulled a "Ron" on Hermione. Well, please review.