A/N: I am quite aware of the age mistake I made two years ago. And for all the rude reviews- if you don't like don't read it.
Hermione,
I have had time to mull over the thought of your daughter, or our daughter I should say. I couldn't be more hurt that you kept this from me all these years. It is my wish, if you agree, that I make myself involved with Alea. I feel strongly of this not only because she will be arriving at Hogwarts tonight, but because our daughter is the only family I have. I request that you arrive in Hogsmeade around seven, before the first years make their way to the castle.
Sincerely,
Severus
"Oh bloody hell Hermione! He wants to be involved. I knew it. I bloody well knew it."
Hermione sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop Severus, but at the same time, she didn't want to upset George.
"It's not fair," George continued, "to drop this news on her at eleven years old!"
"I have to get ready," Hermione said quietly.
George froze. He looked at her as though she were insane. He wanted Hermione and Alea to be happy and he knew her going would make at least one of them upset.
"You're going?" he asked in disbelief.
Hermione dropped the letter on the table and stood up.
"George, I have to. Alea is going to find out on way or another," her voice was shaking.
"Damn it Hermione," George said in disgust, and apparated away.
Hermione collapsed on the couch and sobbed. She only wanted what was best for her daughter, and while she knew Alea would be initially hurt that her father had been kept from her, but in the long run Hermione felt it would be the right thing to do.
Getting up, Hermione went to her room to change. She didn't want to see Severus again looking so frumpy. She wanted to look nice, maybe even a little sexy.
Looking through her closet, she realized she didn't have anything sexy. She hadn't been on a date since before Alea was born, and that was with Ron, who hardly counted.
Sighing, she reached for her green sweater and pulled on a pair of jeans. She didn't look half bad, she just wish she had something nicer to wear.
It was 6.30 when Hermione apparated into the Three Broomsticks. She figured she would go to the castle and find Severus beforehand, but when she looked around the tavern she saw him sitting at a table with a butterbeer. Nervous, she approached him.
"Good evening Professor."
He looked up, surprised.
"You can call me Severus, Hermione."
There was an awkward pause. Hermione looked down, while Severus looked at Hermione.
She looked good. He could tell she didn't try to hard to look the way she did, but either way she looked amazing. Her hair was shorter than it had been at Hogwarts, she wore very minimal make up and she was much more slender than she had been in her seventh year. She sat down across from him.
"Am I allowed to see her?"
Hermione almost laughed.
"Allowed to see her? Severus, she's your student. I can't stop that. I can't stop you from building a relationship with her either."
Severus was shocked. He had not expected Hermione to agree to let him see their daughter. This also angered him, however.
"Then why did you make me wait eleven years Hermione? I don't understand."
"Neither do I," she sighed. She wished she prepared herself better.
"What are you going to tell her? We have to tell her tonight, otherwise she'll figure it out herself."
"The truth. You never knew about her. I kept it a secret."
"She'll want to know why."
"Well, I don't know what to tell her."
"How about that you've regretted sleeping with me every day since your marriage with Weasley was ruined?"
Hermione was stunned.
"I never regretted it Severus."
She looked away, not wanting to see his face afraid to see his reaction.
He took her hand.
"Why did you marry Weasley? He didn't deserve you. I would have treated you better, Hermione. I could love you and Alea."
This was exactly what Hermione had wanted to hear, though it made her feel strangely uneasy. Briefly, George's image came into her head, and she remembered his anger at Snape want to be involved.
Hermione pulled her hand away, knowing she had to be cautious.
"We should go to the castle. We need to prepare ourselves for when Alea is sorted and what we need to say."
