A/N: Well, everyone had a different idea of how to handle the situation so I guess I'm on my own, but thanks for some of the great Ideas.
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"Petrificus Totalis" Samuel fell backwards with a thud. Hermione always had her wand with her, too many bad things had happened at the most inopportune times for her to ever let her guard down. She reached over the edge of the tub and flipped him to his stomach so that he couldn't watch her when she got out of the bath. Moments later she stood next to him fully dressed, her wet hair dripping down the collar of her shirt making her cold. She wanted so badly to kick him in the ribs while he was laying there but she was a Gryffindor and that was a very Slytherin thing to do. She walked out of the bathroom and over to the fireplace. "Headmaster" She was shouting at the fireplace in her anger. Headmaster Fluten head appeared in the flames.
"Ms. Granger, how may I help you?"
"I need you to come into my rooms, there is a problem." He could see she was obviously angry. He stepped through immediately. When he saw her disheveled appearance he knew there was a problem.
"Hermione were you attacked?" He immediately took on a fatherly attitude.
"Not exactly. Come with me." She led him to the bathroom and opened the door, in the floor still stiff as a board on his face was Samuel Snape.
"Not again boy, what is your problem? You have been through every single magical school, and some muggle ones in Europe. Your father is going to have to send you to America." The Headmaster toed him onto his back and squatted down to look him in the eye. "You do know that you deserve this. You lucky she didn't turn you into something, like a newt." Hermione let out a snicker.
"I still could. What do you mean again?"
"Hermione could you release his mouth?" She waved her wand and Samuel began to move his jaw a little.
"Please don't call dad, he'll send me to the french foreign legion, he already told me." A tear slipped down his face.
"Samuel, I don't think the french have a foreign legion anymore. Your dad is just being dramatic. You've lived with him long enough you should know when he is joking. If you are so scared of what he is going to do why did you come down here?"
"I thought you were interested in me."
"I am, you are one of my students and a very bright one. You do this at every school?"
"Well, mostly. I ... I like you more than all the others." He grinned at her in his little boy way. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not jealous Samuel, but if you keep doing this then you have a problem that needs to be taken care of. Your father needs to understand that you need help, not a new school every semester. Headmaster Fluten will you please set up an appointment for Professor Snape, Samuel and myself?"
"Of course Ms. Granger, do you want me to tell him about the incident?"
"No, lets leave that till the meeting. Give him some reason that he will want to come."
"Very well, can you take this from here then?" He looked pointedly at the boy still frozen on the floor.
"Yes we will be fine. I think we are going to have a talk." The headmaster left and Hermione unfroze Samuel. She pointed to a chair in front of the fire. "Sit." He did as he was told and looked sheepishly toward Hermione.
"Hermione, I'm ..."
"It's Ms. Granger, I have never given you permission to call me by my first name. I know your father, and pretty well I might add. He would never raise his child to disrespect a teacher in such a way. I am so disappointed in you. What were you thinking?"
"You were being nice to me, dad said if a girl is nice to you then they like you, if they listen, and laugh at your jokes and pay attention to you then they like you."
"Do I look like a girl to you? I am a fully grown woman looking at a boy who is only a few years shy of possibly being my son." The irony of this conversation hit her like a ton of bricks and she had to sit down. The only man she ever had any interest in, that wasn't gay, was twenty years her senior. How could she possibly hope to ever ... no, she didn't want to think about it. She had to take a different tactic. "Tell me about the other times this had happened." He began talking and she realized that the story was pretty much the same every time. A single teacher heard about his situation, no mom, dad not the most caring person and took pity on him. They began to mother him, as most female teachers do anyway, and he took it the wrong way. This all stemmed from his mother and her death and Hermione had no idea how to handle it. He needed a counselor, someone who knew what to do, he also needed a strong female role model in his life. The way Snape moved him around it was no wonder he didn't know how to react to a woman. She knew he had been at Hogwarts for at least five years, why hadn't Mcgonagall stepped in as a role model.
"Samuel, how often did you see the staff at Hogwarts when you were there?"
"Oh hardly ever. Dad and I ate our dinner down in the dungeon, I never left his sight unless it was an emergency and those times I went to Dumbledore."
"Did you know the other staff members at all?"
"Only barely. Dad didn't want them spoiling me. He wanted me to be as normal as he could manage."
"So he kept you locked away in the dungeon. That makes sense. What kind of relationship did you and your mom have?"
"Oh we were friends, we went everywhere together, did everything together. She was really great. I have a hard time remembering her though. It's funny. Most things are very blurry."
"It's okay, that happens when you begin to grow up." Just then there was a resounding knock on Hermione's door. "That must be the headmaster to let me know when the meeting is." She walked over to the door and opened it. Professor Snape was waiting patiently on the other side.
