Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 6 ~ A Short Meeting

Hermione stared up at the wizard, unable to speak for a moment, meeting his dark eyes. She managed to recover.

"Yes. Yes I was looking for you, Professor. We need to talk," she said.

Severus walked around her and opened his office door, gesturing for her to enter.

"I only have ten minutes before class, Miss Granger," he said.

Hermione looked at him.

"Ten minutes? I need more time than that," she exclaimed. "I want to talk to you about Mathias. He's been sorted into your house."

Severus nodded. "Yes he has and in less than twenty-four hours he has hexed a ghost, beat up a roommate, hexed a student so badly that I can't lift it, then hexed the entire house of Gryffindor, causing them to wear their breakfasts."

"What?" Hermione said, aghast walking into the Potions Master's office and sitting down in the chair in front of his desk dazedly.

Severus swooped in behind her closing the door and slipped behind his desk. His dark eyes swept over the witch. There was something about Hermione that brought out the darker, lustier side of the wizard when she became the age of consent. Her fantasies about him.

The Potions Master had been aware of her seventh year crush on him but never got around to fucking her until two years later, when he met her at the Three Broomsticks. The witch was intelligent, mouthy and quite pretty in her way. It was her innocence too, that attracted him. She still had it, that innocence, the night he finally did take her.

Initially, it really hadn't been Severus' plan to take advantage of the witch. It was her fault as far as he could see. Once Hermione got a couple of daiquiris in her, her tongue loosened and she started talking about the crush she used to have on him, and confided she had sexual fantasies about him, even after she had left Hogwarts.

She looked at him so hotly, the wizard couldn't help but ask her if she wanted those fantasies fulfilled, and she said she did. Severus didn't have many opportunities to fuck young women who weren't whores or deatheaters after all. Especially young women who were sincerely attracted to him as Hermione was. The Potions Master knew that the witch would have never consented if she hadn't been drunk, but an opportunity was an opportunity. So he booked a room and took her there. The wizard had been quite surprised she was a virgin, but he fucked her just the same. And Hermione liked it. A lot. She was very willing, very passionate.

The next morning Hermione woke up and responded with horror at what they'd done, having no memory of how good it was. So Severus left her to her horror. He wasn't about to apologize. Then three months later she came to him, telling him she was pregnant. Well, it was her choice to keep the child or get rid of it. He didn't want to be a father. He couldn't afford to be. Not while in the Dark Lord's service.

"You've done some job raising him," the Potions Master commented.

Hermione's eyes focused and she scowled at the wizard.

"I did a damn good job raising him," she declared. "If Mathias hexed someone, or fought someone you can be sure they deserved it. He's not a mean boy. If he had been in Gryffindor, none of this would have happened."

"He's a Slytherin, Hermione. He belongs in my house," Severus said, reverting to her given name, his dark eyes resting on her.

"He may belong in this house, Severus," Hermione said evenly, "but he doesn't belong to you. I don't want you to tell him who you are and I don't want you exerting your influence over him. You are a poor example of a man. I don't want him to be anything like you."

Severus thought Hermione was purposely blinding herself to how much like him the boy was already, without his influence.

"What did you tell him about his father?" the wizard asked her.

"That he was dead," she replied, her eyes shifting slightly at the admission she'd lied to her son.

"You told him his father was dead? A lie, Hermione? What happened to those Gryffindor values of truthfulness and honesty?" the Professor said with a sneer.

"I suppose it would have been better to tell Mathias his mother got drunk and slept with a pig of a wizard who wanted nothing to do with him and let him know his mother was a whore and his dad a deadbeat? I'm wasn't about to do that," Hermione said.

Severus looked at her.

"You weren't a whore, Hermione. You were a repressed little witch who had the hots for her ex-professor and wanted to fulfill a fantasy. Whores fuck often and for money. I don't think you follow that practice…or do you?" he said silkily.

"Of course I don't," she snapped, "But you knew I was drunk, Severus. You didn't have to do it."

His eyes flicked over her hotly for a moment.

"Oh, but I did," he responded. "I wasn't about to pass you up, witch. I saw a couple of those little fantasies you had playing about in your head in your seventh year. They were quite alluring."

Hermione flushed horribly as she remembered how bad she had it for the Professor. He had seen her fantasies? Oh gods. No wonder he fucked her.

"All right, so you felt justified fucking me. But you took no responsibility for the product of that night. For Mathias," she said.

"If I had taken responsibility, it is more than likely all three of us would be dead today, Hermione," the wizard said. "Voldemort would have taken you at the first opportunity and probably cut the child from your womb. Then he would have castrated, tortured and killed me. Is that what you wanted?"

Hermione stared at him stupidly. Severus looked at the clock. He had two minutes to get to class.

"Listen, meet me at the Three Broomsticks tonight at seven. We can talk about this then," he said rising.

"The Three Broomsticks?" Hermione repeated as the wizard walked around the desk and took her by her arm, helped her up from the chair, and walked her to his office door. He opened it and pushed her out.

"Yes, the Three Broomsticks at seven," he said, his eyes glinting at her, "and I won't buy you daiquiris this time…unless you really want me to."

Severus smirked at the witch, then closed and warded his door.

Hermione stared at the door in disbelief. The audacity of the wizard…to imply that she'd want a repeat of the last time they were at the Three Broomsticks. She couldn't even remember what happened that night.

So she had to meet him at seven. Hermione thought a moment, then clapped her hand to her head. She was supposed to spend "quality" time with Justice tonight. They were supposed to have a romantic dinner and then…damn.

She'd have to break the date. The Auror would be disappointed. This was the third dinner date she'd broken with him. With all the excitement of Mathias going to Hogwarts, she didn't feel up to seeing the wizard. She'd talk to him when she arrived at the Ministry and tell him she had an important meeting tonight. She didn't want to tell him what the meeting was about, or with whom.

Justice didn't like the way Severus had treated her. If he knew who the wizard was, there could be trouble. She'd just have to hide the nature of the meeting from the Auror. Another lie.

Hermione began to walk up the hall. She had to get to work.

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In Charms class, Mathias immediately caught Professor Flitwick's attention. His last name was Granger, not a common one.

"Would your mother be the Spells Mistress, Hermione Granger?" he asked Mathias as he called the roll.

"Yes sir," Mathias replied, hating the tiny wizard had asked him this in front of the other students. He didn't want everyone to know.

"Your mother was quite a student, Mr. Granger. Hopefully you will show an equal aptitude," Professor Flitwick said with a smile before continuing the roll.

It was a Gryffindor/Slytherin class. The first year Gryffindors all looked at him with narrowed eyes. Now they were certain he had cast a spell on them this morning. James drew his finger across his throat and scowled at Mathias, who arched an eyebrow at him.

"Anytime, Potter," he mouthed at the boy, who turned red with rage.

"Ah, James Potter. You're Harry Potter's son, aren't you?" the Professor asked the wizard.

"Yes, sir!" James replied, swelling with pride as everyone looked at him.

Mathias wished he had a sharp dart to puncture the git with. Always cashing in on his father's name. What an ass.

"Your father was also quite good with spells and charms, Mr. Potter. I expect to see good things from you in this class," the little wizard said.

"Yes sir," James beamed at him.

Mathias thought he might throw up at James' sucking up.

Professor Flitwick passed around parchments and quills. He then asked the students to list all the spells they knew. Mathias groaned. He knew over seventy spells. If he told Professor Flitwick that, then most likely the wizard would use him like some kind of poster boy for spells, making him demonstrate them for his classmates, turning him into some kind of know-it-all. Mathias despised know-it-alls and wasn't about to be turned into one just because he knew more spells than most first years. Actually, he knew more spells than most wizards period.

Mathias didn't want all that attention.

So when he filled out the parchment, he listed five of the most simple, low-level spells he knew. That was it. He passed it forward.

Professor Flitwick read over the parchments, pausing over Mathias' paper. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the young wizard. Mathias looked back at him steadily.

Professor Flitwick knew Hermione quite well. He also knew Mathias was home-schooled because the teachers were given a copy of the student's educational background before accepting them in class. There was no way Hermione Granger, a Spells Mistress and over-achiever would neglect the boy's education when it came to spells. The boy was purposely hiding what he knew. He had to be.

Well, it wasn't Flitwick's job to find out what Mathias knew, just teach him the basics of charms and spells his first year. More than likely it would be like pre-school for the wizard.

Flitwick sighed. A shame really. He could have used the young wizard to demonstrate spells in class. The diminutive Professor thought it was better when another student showed his classmates how a spell was cast. He had no idea that other students found it annoying or that it caused jealousy. Like most adults, he didn't have a clue.

Mathias knew that Professor Flitwick suspected he knew more than he was admitting. But he was under no obligation to share all of his knowledge. He was just a first year after all, and that offered him some protection. Mathias was fast learning how to manipulate the system to protect himself. He had no intention on becoming teacher's pet like his mum. Harry and Ron had told him all about it.

His mum had been a real terror. How did anyone stand her? Mathias had a feeling that he and his mother would not have gotten along if they had been contemporaries. He probably would have hexed her a few times for being an irritating know-it-all.

Soon Charms class was over and the students headed for their next class.

Mathias couldn't wait.

His next class was Potions.

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A/N: Interesting short conversation Severus and Hermione had. A little more insight as to what happened the night the wizard impregnated her. He also seems to have a very good reason why he didn't help her with Mathias. Hmm. He also seems to still have an interest in Hermione as well, judging by the daiquiri comment. Please review.