A/N – So sorry that I haven't reviewed since the end of July. I've been really busy. First I went away for two weeks and then I came back home only to get ready for school and loads of homework. But that's okay cuz now I'm updating quick for you. If I had more time I'd thank all of my lovely reviewers personally but I don't have enough time and must hurry. So thank you and kudos to you all. Hope you like

Summary – Years after Hogwarts, Hermione has lost everything. Her family, her pride, one of her best friends, and her true love. But in the process, she has gained a beautiful daughter, even if her profession is shameful. What happens when the truths are revealed and it turns out she messed things up worse than ever? Her chances at love again, deterred because of a stupid mistake. Will love get a second chance? Or will she push him away after all these years?

Rating – R, for obvious reasons and later chapters

Disclaimer - It really is mine! JKR just stole all of my ideas! And now she's the one making millions of dollars off of books, posters, movies, and other propaganda. God help me, I've gone insane. cries heavily Okay… its not mine… none of it. WAAAAAAA!!!

Chapter 3

They didn't get home until late, spending most of their time at the park and then going to the ice cream parlor for a late lunch. When they did get home, Hermione had to wash up for "work". While she was in the shower, the bell rang.

"I get it!" Serenity exclaimed, hopping off her seat on the sofa where she was watching Blues Clues. Harry got up to follow her and see who it was. She opened the doors and was met with a pair of black clad knees. She looked up and was met with a pair of deep black eyes and a scowling face.

"Who you?" she blurted out, not the least bit intimidated by the large man.

"Serenity, go watch TV ok?" Harry said, pushing her back into the living room.

"K," she replied with her head down in defeat.

"As charming as your daughter is Mr. Potter, I'm not here for pleasantries."

"Professor Snape, it's lovely to see you too," Harry said scathingly to his former Potions Master. "And she's not mine," he said more softly.

"What was that?" the professor asked.

"Serenity is not my daughter," Harry said louder.

"My apologies… I just assumed," Snape said without any feeling.

"So do a lot of people… so what brings you here Professor?" he asked as they sat down in the kitchen, leaving Serenity with the television.

"Your wife's application for Muggle Studies Professor. The headmaster has sent me here to conduct an interview," the surly man said.

"My wife…? Oh, you mean Hermione," Harry replied. "I believe you've been assuming too much"

"Indeed… then why, may I ask, are you here?" he asked curiously, but not conveying much emotion.

"I'm Serenity's Godfather, and before you assume, yes she is Hermione's daughter," Harry explained. "I baby-sit and serve as a segregate father you could say."

"Well it seems Miss Granger has kept herself busy," Snape commented, mainly to himself, but Harry heard anyway.

"It's kinda hard not to when you're playing a single mother," he said coldly. Before Snape could reply, something was in his lap. He looked down menacingly and scowling, met with a smiling happy face.

"HI!" Serenity said, cocking her head to look at him.

"What, exactly, do you think you are doing?" he asked with annoyance evident in his voice.

"Saying hi," she answered logically.

"That much is obvious, but why?" he said, his annoyance growing.

"Becawse," she said innocently.

"Sen, go watch your shows," Harry said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes as though he were tired.

"But dey're ova and I wanna visit! Dis guy is our guest and I'm visitin'!" she replied, still looking at the Potions Master.

"Seems this lady has the right idea on how to treat a guest," Snape said with a shadow of a smile on his face. But as soon as it had appeared, it was gone.

"Who you?" she asked curiously.

"Professor Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin, First Class" he said. "Now if you two will excuse me, I must find Miss Granger and get this damn thing done and over with."

"Awww! You said a bad word! Bad boy!" Serenity said, hitting him lightly on the arm. "You don't say dat!" she said, looking at him with a look that could kill.

As Snape argued with his goddaughter, Harry began to notice things. Things he hadn't noticed in all the six years he's been out of school. Before he could continue his observations, he heard his name called.

"Harry? What's all the commotion down here?" Hermione asked as she walked into the kitchen with her robe on and clasped, hiding her "uniform" from her daughter.

"Ah, Miss Granger, if you'd be so kind to get this prim and proper carbon copy of you off of me, we can conduct an interview for the job offer," Snape said, looking thoroughly exasperated. Hermione looked at him in shock.

"Se-Snape! What're you doing here?" she asked, pulling her robes tighter around herself.

"I told you! An interview for the job!" He said, getting very irate.

"What job?" she asked curiously, looking around in bewilderment. The quickly angered man sighed in frustration.

"Charms professor? The one you sent the application for??" he said.

"I didn't send in an application for anything!" she exclaimed.

"No, you didn't, I did," Harry said, his eyes on the table.

"What? Harry what's this all about?" Hermione asked, looking at him in surprise.

"I don't think we should talk about it in here…" he said nervously.

"NO! You'll explain this here and now!!!" she said, looking at him with fire in her eyes. Harry didn't look at her as he started to talk. "Look at me Damnit!" she swore. Serenity gasped but she was ignored by her elders. She was still in Snape's lap and he was looking at her with definite annoyance in his demeanor.

"Mummy! Bad word!" Serenity said.

"Serenity Nicole, mind your own business!" Hermione snapped, still glaring at Harry ferociously. Serenity grew quiet quickly, sitting in the black lap sorrowfully and just listening to the argument.

"Look 'Mione, I'm sorry. I really am, but you have to understand that I'm sick of seeing you go out and do… what you do when you could get seriously hurt! I don't want you to get hurt! You're my best friend and if that happened I don't know what I'd do! I'm not asking you to do this for me though! Think of your daughter! She's gonna figure it out sooner or later Hermione! And when she does, what is she gonna think?? I'll tell you! Oh my god! My mother's a whore! I'm so ashamed! I know you don't want that Hermione; I'm just trying to push this along!" Harry said, getting louder as he went along. Hermione gasped as he got towards the end. Harry clasped a hand over his mouth in shock at what he said. "'Mione, I'm so sorry!"

"Harry, take Serenity for her bath," Hermione said tersely, but a tear ran down her cheek anyway. "Now preferably."

"Yes 'Mione," he said, getting up and grabbing Serenity from Snape's lap. She looked at all of the adults in confusion and then running from Harry to her mom.

"It okway mum," she said, hugging her around the legs.

"Go take your bath baby," Hermione said softly. "Mummy will be fine. I'll see you in the morning ok?"

"K, nighty-night."

"Nighty-night." Harry and Serenity walked upstairs into the bathroom and the sound of running water soon followed. "I apologize for the inconvenience," she directed towards Snape as she turned to grab something from the fridge.

"Indeed…so, may we start the interview?" he asked flatly.

"No, Professor I believe you should leave. I do not need a job," she said as she leaned against the counter with a can of pop in her hand.

"God Damnit! I was sent here for an interview when I didn't want to and I'm not leaving without it!" the professor said, loosing his temper and banging his hand on the table.

"Well I'm sorry Professor," she said sarcastically, "but you're going to have to leave my house."

"Miss Granger-"

"Oh please Severus, you can stop with the pleasantries and just get the hell out of my house! I have a job to do right now and I don't feel like dealing with you or anyone else today. Just… just go!" she all but yelled at him. He was taken aback by that. Stunned into silence he just walked out of the house without a word. Hermione apparated out of her house with tears streaking down her face.

She stood on the corner of Diagon and Knockturn Alleys. Her robe had been discarded a while ago. She stood there, leaning against the crummy wall. Her black leather skirt (if u call that rag a skirt) barely covered anything. She then had a silk red strapless bra that was also barely-there. Over that she had a leather jacket to match her skirt, the front open. Added with her fishnet stockings and garter belt she looked dead sexy and she knew it, but she also felt dirty.

"Hey Darlin'" a sexy voice said, leaning over her shoulder to whisper into her ear. "And what would a lovely lady like you be doin' out here like this?"

"Why don't you find out," she whispered back in the most seductive voice she could manage as she leaned back into the man's chest.

"I'd love to Granger." She spun around and looked into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Now like I said, what is a lovely lady like you doing out here at this time of night, dressed like this," he repeated, his eyes skimming over her.

"My job Malfoy," she said, walking away from him.

"I heard the rumor, but I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. Hermione Granger, star pupil of Hogwarts, sells her own body! I'm sure this would make a lovely article in the Daily Prophet," he said sarcastically, following her.

"Malfoy, I have customers waiting, so if you would kindly leave me be," she replied, not looking at him as she walked towards Diagon Alley.

"What would you say if I wanted to be one of those customers?" he asked, whispering into her ear again.

Hermione looked at him in shock. Her mouth opened wide with disgust as she looked him up and down distastefully.

"Now I wasn't quite expecting that offer, but I'll accept it," he said with a laugh, indicating to her mouth.

"Over my dead body," she said in a deadly voice, turning away and stomping into the Leaky Cauldron.

"But I like my victims to be alive, or didn't you already know that," he teased, continuing to follow her.

"Malfoy, don't you have anyone else to bother. I know that now your Master has been defeated you have no one to run to, but does it have to be me you pester?"

"Yes Granger, it does," he said, following her and sitting at the bar in the pub. "I do believe a certain little bug wouldn't mind hearing about this."

"You wouldn't dare Malfoy!" she hissed.

"You know I would," he replied cockily.

"Go to hell," she said through gritted teeth.

"'Mione!" the bartender said to her. "Good to see you again, your usual I suppose?"

"Yes Mike, but please make it stronger this time, and to go… I won't be able to chat seeing as how I have a little jackass following me," she said kindly.

"Of corse 'Mione," he said, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and filling it with her drink. "Here you are. Goodbye 'Mione."

"Goodbye Mike," she said, turning to Malfoy and giving him a look that could kill, she apparated away, back to her home where Harry was waiting for her, ready with a million questions to ask.