Of course everyone in class remembered Samuel Snapes name and his little bit of information. They all stood up to give their recitations of the information and they all made a big deal out of saying "His dad taught you Ms. Granger." They were horrible terrible children and Hermione was ready to hex them all into oblivion. Nothing like having the sing-song voices of twenty pubescent kids to remind you that you had once been in their very situation, and make you feel like you are there again. She couldn't help but look at him through class. When everyone was silently working she would sneak glances at him. When he would speak she would close her eyes and remember the other voice. This went on for weeks. He seemed to make it a point to sit close to her and if he had a question he would come up to the desk and loom over her in a possessive way. When he finished early on his work, and he almost always did, they would talk. Talking to him was like having a discussion with an adult, he didn't behave like a 13 year-old, he already had his entire life mapped out. He had come to Halliburton because there were too many people who accused him of getting special treatment at Hogwarts. It was amazing how much alike he and his father were. It was a test day, and the class had two hours to finish their tests. Samuel finished in thirty minutes, Hermione put up a silence charm so they could talk. She finally ventured up the courage to ask about his past.

"So where were you when I was at Hogwarts, you were obviously born." Samuel sighed deeply, looked down at his shoes in a rare moment of uncertainty then began to spill his guts.

"I was still living with my mom then. She was great, but she and dad never got along very well. She hated the dungeons and Hogwarts. She wanted me to go to Durmstraung (sp?) but dad wouldn't hear it. Then she died in the battle when I was six.

I was there when you and dad stood up against Voldemort, I was inside Hogwarts looking out the window. Mom had showed up with me standing with Voldemort and Dad snuck me away when she was occupied. He was so mad at her, said it would have been better to leave home alone than to bring me to a battlefield. Mom didn't think there would be any battle. She was convinced that Hogwarts would lay down and give in, but you didn't. I watched the battle from a window in Dad's rooms, I remember seeing you, Dad Dumbledore and Potter circling Voldemort. Then he was gone. Dad tried to explain everything to me but I was only six, it was difficult. I don't know how my Mom died, but I know she was on the wrong side, he explained it all to me. He said he even tried to save her, but I know mom and she thought that Voldemort was always right. She didn't know about dad's spying, if she had she would've told him, Voldemort that is. I've been with dad ever since, this is the first time he has let me out of the castle since that day. There were times when he allowed me to sit in his office while he taught, but I had to be quiet and not touch anything, I liked going to Dumbledore's office better, he has things to do." He smiled up at Hermione who was somewhat flabbergasted at the monologue from the rather quiet boy. "Thanks Miss Granger, I feel much better. You know Dad will kill me for telling you this, but he sent me here because of you. He wanted me to have good teachers, he said you would be one of the best, and he was right." Hermione looked at the time and realized that class should have been dismissed five minutes earlier.

"Class dismissed!" The students were a little taken aback by the suddenness of the announcement but got up and hurried out the door. Samuel grabbed his stuff and hurried too but not before looking back over his shoulder and throwing her a smile. 'I wonder if Severus was like that when he was that age? So he thinks I would be one of the best teachers, that's interesting. The thought of Snape as a single Dad is too weird. I Have to tell Harry.'

"You're joking, you have a Snape in your class? Is he related?"

"It's his son."

"That can't possibly be, that would mean he had him when we in school."

"Well he didn't live with him then, his mom died in the final battle. She must have been the woman we were wondering about with Voldemort. You know the tall brunette."

"Yeah, I remember her." Harry's face fell a little.

" I'm guessing one of us killed her,"

"Actually, I don't remember, she was there one minute and the next she was dead. I don't remember any curses or anything, Unfortunately that entire day is burned into my memory." Harry reached up and rubbed at his head. "I remember every face and curse."

"Well whatever happened the boy is now motherless and Snape's son. It's too weird,"

"Hope you don't have to have a parent teacher conference."

"Ooo, Harry Potter you are not even funny. If I do I'll be sure to be sick that day so that they have to meet me with you around." Hermione smirked in her glass. Harry just shot her a you-wouldn't-dare look.

"I need to get back. Papers to grade, people to fail and all that rubbish." She leaned in and kissed Harry's cheek, staying a second too long. She pulled away reluctantly. "I really need to get laid. You don't think you could oblige me just this once? Nevermind, don't answer that." Harry laughed and Hermione disappeared.



Hermione sat in her small apartment on campus. She had never bothered with anywhere else to live, when she was out of school she went to her parents or Harry's, occasionally she would get an invite from the Burrow. Basically she didn't have a real home of her own. She left Hogwarts and went straight to the college and the dorms, then she went directly into graduate studies (A/N- I have no idea what it is called in England) where she finally rid herself of the annoying roommate situation. Then it was straight to work at Halliburton. She didn't mind though. It made her feel some what liberated. Plus she had the added advantage of never having to pay rent. She looked about the space, she didn't have very many personal items, a few pictures, a lot of books and a frozen miniature Crookshanks. Actually it was Crookshanks, she had frozen him with a taxidermy spell and shrunk him to a small portable size. The spell was meant to freeze him in the state he was in until she wanted to unfreeze him. She was looking for a cure for the magical version of feline leukemia. When she had the cure, she would unfreeze him and fix him up. He sat on a shelf above her bed, the normal looking, not-four-poster bed. That didn't have drapes or anything else special about it. She had thought about transfiguring it, that was her specialty after all, but it seemed so pointless. No one ever saw her rooms anyway. She also had a nightstand and dresser but her favorite part of the room was the enchanted closet. Harry had told her that it was similar to a trunk that the fake Moody had used back in their fourth year. It had different knobs up and down one side, depending on which knob she turned she got a different place. One was a walk in closet, one she had turned into a computer room, 'thank goodness we can have electronics here', One was a kitchenette, a couple were empty and the last one was for the bathroom. This was the one place where she had let her talents be shown. She had possibly the most beautiful elaborate bathroom since, well Hogwarts. It had been simply functional when she moved in, now it was amazing. She walked in and immediately began disrobing. She touched a button and the bath began to fill up, scents and bubbles poured forth into a heavenly tub that was big enough for ten, not to mention two. She didn't know why she allowed herself this luxury, but for some reason it didn't seem like a waste. She slipped inside and laid her head back, enjoying the relaxed feeling that came over her. 'I wonder if Severus takes baths?' She was really beginning to get comfortable when she heard a noise. She sat up in the bath, luckily still covered, to see Samuel leaning against the door frame watching her. The look on his face gave her the queerest feeling that he had done this before. He sauntered over to the edge of the tub and sat down he then placed his hand in the water and swirled it around. Hermione was beginning to get furious. What started off as surprise and moved into mild irritation was quickly escalating into anger. He gave her a look she was all to familiar with, one she had seen his father give her when he thought she was being a 'stupid girl'. She assumed it meant something a little different this time. He stood and began to remove his outer robes.

"Hermione would you mind if I joined you for a bath?"

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A/N- okay, I'm either going to go for extreme anger and outrage, or manipulative, I'll teach him a lesson kind thing. Which one? Obviously she is NOT going to sleep with this kid, that's not an option but how would Hermione handle this?