A/N: Thanks to my lovely reviewers. Now for a single POV. That is the way the rest of these chapters will go.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all chracters therein belong to JK Rowling. Forgot this last chapter.

"Hey Hermione, how are you doing?" Harry asked, eyes filled with concern. Hermione smiled at him as she sat down in a comfy chair in the Gryffindor common room.

"Oh, I'm fine. Madam Pomfrey fixed me right up. But if I see Ron, I think I really will kill him."

"You won't. McGonagall gave him and Malfoy detention with Filch for the next month."

"At least it wasn't with Snape. I can only imagine what he would have done to our poor Ron," Seamus said with mock horror.

"Not nearly as embarrassing as what he did to me," Hermione muttered. It was not quite soft enough.

"What did he do to you?' Harry asked in surprise.

"Well, er, it was an accident, that's all Harry. Did we get any homework?"

"A little. What did he do?" Harry demanded.

"He just. . . came in at a bad time. But Millicent shooed him out-"

"Millicent?" Harry asked, looking more puzzled by the moment. Hermione sighed as she realized she was about to have to spill the whole story in front of all the Gryffindors.

"All right. Snape carried me up to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was treating a little girl, about seven, black hair, aqua eyes, and tiny. Anyhow, Snape left, and Madam Pomfrey made the girl talk to me to take my mind off the pain. Her name is Millicent. She's Snape's daughter."

"Snape has a kid?" came the incredulous cries from around the room. Hermione continued, determined to get the worst of the story out.

"Yes. She told me quite a bit about herself. Madam Pomfrey made me take off my shirt to bandage my chest. She was almost finished when Snape came back in. He was there to get Millicent, I think. But," Hermione flushed. "He saw me without my shirt on and just stood there staring at me. But Millicent realized he was there and shoved him out. He came and apologized too. . . but of course, it was all my fault for not saying anything when I saw him looking."

"He saw your boobs?" Lavender Brown asked in horror.

"Yes," Hermione grated. "Now if you're all done bothering me, I'd like to do my homework. And if anyone has good notes from today's class, I'd like to see them, please."

Harry at once offered his notes. Hermione smiled at him and set to work copying the information to her own parchment. Still, she could not get the look on Snape's face out of her mind. Nor could she forget Millicent accusing him of having dirty thoughts. She had heard some of their conversation as Madam Pomfrey had helped her out her shirt back on.

Was it possible that Snape liked her-no, no. She was being silly. How could Severus Snape, perhaps the most evil bastard at Hogwarts, find her attractive? For that matter, how could he even have those thoughts?

But Hermione, whispered a voice in the back of her mind, He has a little girl. Surely he must be able to feel lust. How else could he have a child? And he is an attractive man, for all his attempts to look to the contrary. Remember your dreams this summer?

Hermione almost turned red again. It was true she had had some interesting dreams about Snape this summer. That did not mean anything, though. Or did it?

Flushing at her thoughts, Hermione scrambled to finish copying the notes. Now was not the time to be indulging in ridiculous fantasies. She had to study. Certainly Snape had no such feelings for her. Millicent had only been convinced of that from living in loose American society. That must be it. Must it not?