AN: So, this one is out quicker than I planned. I know that it is quite short, but this should at least keep everyone interested and ready for the next chapter ;). Thank you to everyone who has reviewed thus far. You are the reason that I am trying so hard to get this done so quickly. This chapter is rated slightly R for anyone who has been skipping this so far.

A dark clad figure walked out from an alley in Hogsmeade and proceeded up the lane to the castle in the distance. Behind him the Shrieking Shack could be seen against the dark clouds. Hogwarts looked like a dark, deserted castle that had been uninhabited for years. Every few feet a lone light shone in a window but the majority of the windows were dark and dreary appearing.

The sky was also dark, brief flashes of lightning running jagged lines across the cloud-filled atmosphere. The cloaked figure passed closed shops on his journey towards the castle. Looking neither left nor right, he proceeded straight ahead with a single-minded intent.

His face was hidden in the shadows of the hood he wore but his long strides conveyed urgency. His mind was a dark and twisted minefield of plots and various dark spells. The main thought passing through his mind was a name; "Hermione." He had to infiltrate the castle so as to get to the woman and her brat. By now she would already be in a room here in town and he wanted to beat her to her destination.

Security was lax since the war was over. With Voldemort gone the wards did not need to be a strict as they once were. The dark clad figure walked straight through the front gates and continued up the narrow, well-worn path to the front doors.

With a brief wave of his hand, the doors swung open, the hinges protesting the whole way. Once inside, the figure removed his hood. His light hair shone in the firelight. He strode purposefully into the entrance hall and went up the stairs to the seventh floor corridor.

Across from a picture of trolls doing ballet, laid a bare, empty wall. The man strode in front of the blank stretch of wall three times before a strange looking door appeared. The door was a dark green wood with silver and black runes painted and carved onto its surface. The handle was in the shape of a roaring bear head, its curled paws lowering to form the part of the handle that is grabbed.

Striding into the room, the man smiled faintly as he took in his surroundings. In the right corner of the room was a huge bed covered in plush pillows. The comforter was blue and also inscribed with strange runes. Beside the bed, in the center of the room, stood a giant bookcase full to bursting with different sizes of books. The most unusual thing about the room however, was the left half of the room. From wall to wall, top to bottom, were pictures of Hermione Granger. Different poses, all different angles. Pictures through a window of her changing clothes, brief flashes of her face as she went about her business. Many pictures showed her through the front windows of the ice cream shop as she worked from day to day.

Presently, the man was gazing at these pictures with a smile on his face. Slowly, he reached down and unbuttoned his cloak and slipped it from his shoulders. Throwing it across a chair that seemed to appear from nowhere, he continued undressing. Next to fall across the chair was his shirt. His chest was covered with scars; long and short, fresh ones and extremely old ones. His pants came off next. A tent could be seen in his boxers. The reason was clearly seen when he removed those shortly.

The man was sporting a huge erection as he gazed at the pictures he had taken of Hermione. Lightly stroking himself, he reached up and touched the face of one of the pictures. The pictures were muggle and so did not move as he gently stroked down the cheek of the woman in the picture. Imagining that the woman's mouth was what was wrapped around his member instead of his hand, the man began so rub himself harder and faster, reaching his climax rapidly. Pulling out a framed photo of Hermione, he felt his balls tighten as he came on her photographed face.

Panting, the man slumped to the floor, the picture still grasped in his hand. Looking down at her face, now covered in his seed, he promised himself that soon, soon he would have her. He had to have her for himself and he would.

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Hermione and Alex had arrived in Hogsmeade the day before and booked a room at the Three Broomsticks for the night. Hermione knew it through Albus that it was a Hogsmeade weekend and that she would in fact, be able to meet with Severus that Saturday.

So, bright and early, she woke Alex up and bathed him and dressed him in a pair of khaki shorts and a light blue polo. His black curls were shiny and sat perfectly on his head and around his sweet face.

She herself did not want to look too dressy so she settled on a flowy, pale yellow skirt that swished around the bottom of her knees and a light green shirt. Her hair, now longer and less frizzy she left down to fall around her shoulders and down her back. Black sandals completed her look. Not too dressy, yet not too casual, she thought to herself.

Grabbing Alex by the hand, she walked down the stairs, said a brief hello to Rosmerta and left through the front door. She had arranged with Severus to meet in a nearby bookstore. Slightly out of the way, not many Hogwarts students would venture into it and Hermione did not want their first meeting after five years to be in a private place. She didn't think she could control herself if she saw him and they were alone.

Once in the bookstore, Alex ran off to look at the children's section. Already, he was reading and ready to start school. Hermione milled around the front of the store hoping to catch a glimpse of the man before he entered and saw her.

Do I look alright? Is my hair in place? Will he like Alex? Oh, please let him love Alex as much as I do…Hermione's thoughts were a confused jumble of hopes and concerns.

At that moment, Severus was walking up to the front door. Looking in through the window, his heart nearly stopped dead in his chest. Hermione stood, completely engrossed in a huge tome she was holding in her small hands. The sunlight shining through the window illuminated the caramel colors in her curly brown hair. Over the years, the weight of her hair pulled the tight curls into long, spirals that reached the top of her perfect arse. His breath was forced from his lungs and his steps faltered as he watched her.

Realizing that at some point he would have to go in and talk to her, he opened the door and walked inside. She was still immersed in her book as he walked towards her and he was likewise immersed in her and did not see the child until he was knocked backwards and the child was laying on the ground with books around him and a stunned look on his innocent face.

Severus sneered, "Watch where you're going brat."

He turned back to Hermione but she was gone. Looking around, he saw her helping the child to his feet. Tears were in his eyes as she picked up his books for him. Severus watched from his spot by the door. When the boy stood up Hermione bent down and kissed his tears away. Severus' mouth fell open in shock as he watched her kiss this strange kid on the cheek. Putting her arm around him, she turned toward Severus.

Her expression was cold as she regarded him. She knew that he didn't like children but she never figured that he would be downright cruel towards a child. Presently, Alex was looking up at her with tearstained cheeks.

"It's okay baby," she said, hugging him close to her. She glared at Severus. "Mommy is here now."

Severus' head jerked backwards when she uttered the word "mommy." As he looked closer at the boy he began to see the resemblance. The messy curls, the shape of the eyes, even the full lips belied his parentage. There was no doubt this was Hermione's child.

"Severus, I believe you owe my son an apology."

Regaining his composure, he bent down to the child and held out his hand. The child shrunk back in fear and hid behind his mother's legs. Retracting his hand, Severus said, "I am sorry child. It was not my intention to harm you."

Slowly, the child nodded his head in recognition. Severus stood up and looked at Hermione. Her harsh look had softened somewhat and now a small smile played on the corners of her mouth. Snapping back to reality, she took a good look at Severus. He had not changed much in the five years she had been gone. A few more lines around his mouth and eyes showed how his age was starting to wear him down, but he was still devastatingly handsome. His dark looks still made her tingle low in her belly and warmth spread through her veins.

Alex was still hiding behind her legs and she realized that Severus was looking at her strange. She noticed that she had been staring and blushed faintly. Cautiously, she leaned forward and briefly embraced Severus. She felt his breath hitch and gasped slightly at the feel of being in his arms again.

Pulling back much too soon, she gestured to her son. "Severus, this is Alex."

"Pleased to meet you Alex. My name is Severus Snape. I used to be your mother's teacher when she went to Hogwarts."

This seemed to pull Alex out of his shy spell as his eyes widened at the fact that he was getting to actually talk to a Hogwarts professor. This was like a dream come true.

"Really Sir? What did you teach? Do you still teach there? Was my mom good? What is the school like? Is—"

"Alex baby, slow down," Hermione laughed at her son's antics. Severus felt his groin tighten in response to her musical laughter. "I'm sure that Severus doesn't have time to answer all your questions."

Alex pouted but smiled widely as Severus disagreed with Hermione. "If you would allow me to escort you and your son to lunch, I will answer any questions that he has for me."

Hermione's face showed slight shock but she nodded her acceptance of his inquiry. He nodded and took hold of Alex's hand and led him out of the bookstore. Hermione chuckled. Maybe, she thought to herself, this will go easier than I planned.

AN: So sorry for the slight cliffhanger. I will work on the next chapter as soon as possible!