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Rosemarie allowed herself half an hour to wallow in self-pity before forcing herself to get up, and go talk to her children. She slipped into the secret passage, and followed the route that would take her to Emma's dormitory. Maybe Emma would forgive her. When Rosemarie got there, the room was silent; all the girls were asleep in their beds, except for Emma. Emma was standing at the window in her nightgown, silently crying. "Emma." Rosemarie whispered. Emma turned around slowly, and stared stonily at her mother for a moment. Rosemarie felt tears running down her face at the sight of her daughter's face. "Sweetheart, please. I'm so sorry." Emma simply stood still, and stared at her for a minute before breaking down, and running to hug her mother.

The two of them went back to Rosemarie's room to talk, so they wouldn't wake up Emma's roommates. "Emma, please forgive me." Rosemarie pleaded with her daughter. "It was selfish and unfair of me to not tell you about your father, and to keep you from having a relationship with him. Whatever my feelings towards him were, it was wrong of me to do that to you."

Emma considered this for a moment before replying. "You know mum, when Simon told me, I was more surprised than anything, I guess. It's like, I guess I just got used to not having a father. Like, I never resented him or anything, I just accepted that it was how things were. I honestly never had feelings about it one way or the other. I just sort of knew how things were, and I love living with you and Aunt Helen. I never felt bad about it at all."

"Emma, you don't have to try to make me feel better about it. I understand if you're upset."

"No, really mummy, I don't mind. There's just one thing I don't understand." Emma had a confused expression on her face. "Why Professor Snape? I mean, he's vile!" She looked so disgusted, that Rosemarie had to laugh. "I know!" She began to get excited. "He was a different person when you first met him right? Almost completely the opposite of how he is now: charming, funny, polite, and handsome. And he swept you off your feet, and you were madly in love, and he was the nicest person ever. And then," Emma was clearly enjoying this retelling of her mother's love life "you found out something unforgivable about him, and you left. And that's when he changed into the man he is now. That's how it always happens." Emma nodded solemnly.

Rosemarie had now completely lost control, and was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. "Oh sweetheart, what kind of books have you been reading?"

"Victoria lends them to me. They're really wonderful mum. There are some good muggle writers out there. There's this one book, about four women who make up a list about the perfect man..."

Rosemarie cut off Emma's excited explanation. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, sweetheart, but your father was just as unpleasant then as he is now."

Emma did look truly disappointed. "It couldn't have happened like that! Unless, of course, he has hidden depths. Sam and Jaine hated each other at first, but then they found out that they really wanted to jump each other's bones."

"Emma, I think I need to pay more attention to what you're reading. If you keep reading smut like that, Merlin knows what kind of fake expectations you'll develop about romance. And where does Victoria get these books? If you want some good, romantic, Muggle books to read why don't you let me pick them out? You would love Pride and Prejudice. Or maybe Jane Eyre."

Emma just shrugged. "Victoria's books are pretty good, but I don't understand some of the words in them. They use all these words like 'pulsing' and 'undulating' and I don't get them at all." She paused. "Mum? What's a blow job?"

And it was at this juncture, thankfully, that Simon chose to walk into the room. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the hell are you two talking about?"

"Simon, where on Earth do you pick up phrases like that?" Rosemarie looked shocked.

"Probably from the same place Emma gets words like blow job. I got mine from this kid, Ian Mulraney. He's a Muggle, and says it all the time every time something surprising happens."

"I see." Rosemarie said. "Do you want to sit down?"

He glared at his mother. "I'm still mad at you mum. But I think I deserve an explanation."

"Well, that's just what Emma and I are up to now. Why don't you sit down, and I'll tell you the whole story." Simon reluctantly sat on the edge of his mother's bed, and listened as she recounted the story of her relationship with Severus, edited for content, of course. When she reached the end, she sat quietly while the children absorbed the information.

"Well, honestly mum, I don't know how you could have fallen in love with such a wanker." Was all that Simon had to say.

"Watch your mouth, Simon." Rosemarie said automatically.

Simon gave her a small smile. "Who knows, he may have been a crap father. But then, I don't suppose I'll ever know." His tone was bitter. "I don't blame you for leaving him Mum. I mean, you thought he had betrayed Dumbledore to the Dark Lord! But really, it would have killed you to tell us who he was?"

"Simon, I am so sorry. I know it was selfish of me, and nothing I can say will ever make it right. But your father does want to get to know the two of you. He...he has always wanted children very badly, and I know the three of you will learn to care about each other."

Simon just snorted. "He's a complete git mum. You should see him in class. I mean, he made Emma cry! Twice!"

"He's still our father." Emma's voice was quiet. "I'm willing to try, mummy."

Simon sighed. "Me too, I guess. But he could have at least tried to find you when you left."

"You have no idea how many times I've thought that." Rosemarie thought to herself. "Alright, I'll talk to him tomorrow. Now the two of you had better get back to bed." She said aloud.

The next day was Saturday, and Rosemarie used her day off to consider her approach to Severus. She was livid with him for telling Simon the way he did, and she was determined to think of a way to punish him slightly. She knew he had every reason to be upset with her, but there was no justification for him acting so cruelly towards Simon. Years of fighting with Severus had taught Rosemarie that he had one weakness where she was concerned: sex. Any time they had been in a fight, all Rosemarie had to do to win was seduce him, or withhold sex from him in some way, and she had victory in the palm of her hand. Rosemarie smiled to herself. She rummaged through her drawers, looking for something sexy to wear. All she was able to come up with was an old black slip; the slip was made of a cheap silky material, and had lace across the top. All in all it was a fairly innocuous garment, but Rosemarie was determined to tart herself up. "Because a woman would get tarted up if she was attempting to turn a man on." She thought to herself, while attempting to tame her hair with a spell that made it cascade down her back, instead of exploding from her head the way it usually did. She found some makeup that she almost never used, and somehow made herself look seductive and desirable. Rosemarie nearly burst out laughing when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. "Wow! I'm hot!" She exclaimed in surprise. Rosemarie grinned, then started practicing seductive expressions in the mirror. By the time she finished, Rosemarie was convinced that Severus wouldn't be able to resist her. "If I were a man, I'd do me." She grinned at her singularly un- Rosemarie like comment. Apparently one went through a personality change when dressed like a common prostitute. Rosemarie put on her teaching robes, and buttoned them all the way down the front. It was 8:00 exactly. Severus would be in his rooms by now, grading papers or doing something equally boring. The students wouldn't be around since it was a Saturday night, and Rosemarie was confident in her ability to get to his office without being spotted. She found the pair of black stilettos that Helen had insisted she take with her, and slid them on. "You never know, you might need them." Helen had insisted as Rosemarie was packing. Rosemarie took a deep breath and surveyed her appearance once more before starting off to Snape's rooms.

Rosemarie reached his rooms in record time, and didn't meet anyone in the halls except for two people-who looked a lot like Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley-snogging in a dark corner. Her stomach was churning as she knocked on the door.

"What?" He said, angrily flinging the door open.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, Severus. Mind if I come in?" She pushed by him into the room before he had a chance to answer. The door opened onto his office, and Rosemarie could catch a glimpse of his bedroom through a door to her right. "Your rooms are much larger than mine-I suppose it's because you've been teaching here longer."

"Rosemarie, I'm very busy, so if you could please tell me why you are here, I would appreciate it very much." His voice was terse.

"Someone is snippy today! I just came by to tell you that the children do want to see you and get to know you."

"They do? You're not playing games with me?"

"Of course not! Honestly, Severus! We talked last night, and while Simon was a little reluctant at first, Emma and I convinced him it would be best if you could get to know each other. Of course, its up to you to make the first move." She shot him one of her seductive looks, and was amused by his slightly startled expression.

"Rosemarie, what are you..."

"Would you mind if I looked around your rooms? Your bedroom looks so inviting! And that bed! I would love to try it out sometime." She shot him another provocative look.

"Go right ahead..."His voice sounded strained as she sauntered into his bedroom.

Rosemarie slipped through the door, and moved to a part of the room where he wouldn't notice her. Quickly, she slid off her teaching robes, and adjusted herself under the slip. "Please let this work." She muttered to herself, before walking seductively back into the office.

Snape was sitting at his desk, grading papers again when she walked in. "Severus." She purred.

He looked up from his desk, and his eyes widened in shock. "Rosemarie? What do you think you're doing?"

"I would think by now you would know exactly what I'm doing, Severus."

Snape was completely in shock, and at the same time, completely aroused. "I thought you were furious with me."

"Years of living with me has taught you nothing." Rosemarie shook her head in mock sadness, and walked slowly over to him. He was openly staring now, and she knew she had him. She sat down in his lap, and breathed low in his ear. "Don't you remember that we had our best sex when we were fighting?"

"Yes. Yes I do." He had buried her face in her neck. "Oh Gods, yes I do."

Rosemarie smiled to herself as she felt his erection pressing into her leg. "Do you remember when you first got your job here, I said we needed to have a house-warming party at your office?"

She felt him nod his head against her shoulder. "You don't know how many times I've thought about it."

"How were we going to warm up your office, Severus?"

He lifted his head, and looked straight into her eyes. "I was going to make love to you right across my desk."

"Pity, we never did get to break your desk in." She paused. It was now or never. "Maybe we should make amends for that. How badly do you want me, Severus? How badly do you need me?"

He moaned. "Rosie, I need you. Badly."

"Tell me." She rasped in his ear. Success was in her reach now.

"I need you so desperately, Rosie, I'm burning for you."

"Are you dying with lust for me?"

"Yes." Was all he could manage.

That was exactly what Rosemarie needed to hear. "Good, you fucking bastard." She said as she got up off his lap, and walked towards his bedroom.

When she came back in with her robe, he looked completely lost. "Rosie? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? This is for what you did to Simon yesterday, you worthless prat. How could you do that to a child? To your own child!"

"Rosie, please. Don't leave me like this. We can talk." There was panic in his voice now.

"Oh no, I think we've talked enough for tonight." She paused at the door. "Don't mess with me when it comes to my children, Severus." She shot a glance at his groin. "I would recommend a cold shower for that." She grinned at him, before closing the door behind her.

Rosemarie had gone two steps down the hall when the door flew open behind her again. "Oh no, not this time." Snape said as he yanked her back into his room and kicked the door shut.

"What the hell are you doing, Severus?" She demanded angrily.

Snape had crossed over to his desk, and was now standing in front of it holding his wand. "I've had quite enough of your games, Rosie." He snarled at her.

The fact that he was now holding his wand had not escaped Rosemarie's attention, and she was now acutely aware of the fact that she had neglected to bring her own with her. "Severus, I think we should talk about this. Please don't do anything stupid."

He let out a short laugh at her comment. "Don't worry, I'm not about to attack you with the Imperius Curse. Its just time I did a little housecleaning." Before Rosemarie could even take in what he was saying, he had muttered a spell, which cleared of the surface of his desk completely. He laughed again at the expression on her face. "Come on Rosie, you know you've been thinking about my screwing your brains out on this desk ever since you walked in here."

"I most certainly have not!" Rosemarie said in her most indignant voice.

He grinned, and moved closer to her. "The lady doth protest too much. Rosie, you could have thought of thousands of ways to get back at me, but yet you chose to make a jezebel of yourself, and come in here and turn me on. Don't you think a little part of you was hoping I would do exactly what I'm doing now?" Rosemarie didn't move. "You know, Rosie, I have been dying for you ever since I first saw you here. It took all my resolve not to come barging into your room the first night you got here, and ravish you." Rosemarie made herself stand still and silent. "Every night I've worked late here, I've thought about you, and how much I still wanted you and needed you. Put me out of my misery, Rosie." His voice had dropped to a deep purr, and before he could say another word, Rosemarie had shamelessly thrown herself at him.

Minutes passed without the two of them even realizing it, and they were so completely absorbed in each other, that neither of them noticed when there was a knock at the door.

"Snape? Are you in here?" Remus Lupin called out, as he pushed open the office door. "I've come for my..." Lupin lost track of his train of thought when he saw what had been holding Snape's attention. A woman was lying, half-naked across the top of Snape's desk, with Snape lying across the top of her snogging her senseless. Lupin let out a low whistle. "Please don't let me interrupt, I just came for my Wolfsbane potion." He shot Snape a grin, only to be met by a scowl. "I just hope she's legal Severus, you know how touchy parents can get."

"Bloody hell, Lupin! You know it's customary to knock when a door is closed." Snape was furious, and was blocking Rosemarie from Remus' view.

"I did knock. Twice actually. However, if I had known you were so...busy I would have waited." He let out a mischievous grin. "It would have only been a few minutes anyway."

Rosemarie let out a snicker, and sat up using Snape's robe to cover herself. "I assure you, Remus, he has much more...stamina than that." Her eyes twinkled at his startled expression.

"Rosemarie! I haven't seen you in ages!" His grin widened. "So the old bull still in business, eh?" He winked and gestured at Snape.

"Ole!" She winked back at him, much to Snape's chagrin.

"While the two of you talk about my sexual performance, I'll go get Lupin his bloody potion that he couldn't have waited a few hours" he lay emphasis on the word "to come and get!" He angrily hoisted himself off the desk and stalked half-naked into his potions storeroom.

"What you see in him, Rosemarie, I will never know. Especially when you could have had me." Lupin shook his head in mock regret.

"Now, now. I wouldn't want Sirius to get jealous of me." She teased.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Rosemarie? Sirius and I are not gay! We're just really good friends! We like women! We love women! I can't get enough of women!" Lupin protested loudly, a pained expression on his face.

"Remus, you know I'm just teasing you. I'm sorry if it bothers you that much." Rosemarie said in a placatory tone. "You know, my sister is still single."

"Is she as hot as you?" Remus asked, the sparkle returning to his eyes.

"Hotter."

"Alright Lupin, here's your dammed potion." Snape thrust a beaker filled with a steaming liquid at Lupin. "Now, if you don't mind..." He gestured towards the door.

Remus winked at him. "Just take it easy, ok? You aren't as young as you used to be."

"Get. Out." Snape stalked to the door, and held it open.

"Severus, did you know there's this thing women have called the clitoris..."

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Snape shut the door in his face and locked it. He turned back to Rosemarie. "Now, where did we leave off?"