Here is chapter V, for all those you begged for it. Please review soon.

Chapter V

He sat in his chair, staring at a photograph; there was a young woman and a man about ten years older, standing beside her. She had long black hair and blue eyes; the man had brown hair, ebony eyes, and hooked nose. She was holding a tiny baby with black hair; he was wrapped in a blue blanket. It was the only picture he had of his parents. Most of them had been destroyed in a house fire when he was six. He laid it down on the table and leaned back. The only light came from a oil lamp on the table beside him. He was tired, but he didn't feel like sleeping. Sasha had gone to bed about three hours ago, leaving him to think about that day's events. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

"What amI doing? I can't raise a kid. I hate kids." he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. He needed to think this through, before moving forward with anything. He stood up and walked over to one of the bookshelves. He took an old book down, bound in brown leather: The Prince Family History. His grandfather had given it to him in his will. He sat back down, flipping through the dusty old pages.

"What are you reading?" Sasha asked, standing the hallway doorframe. He didn't look up from the book.

"I thought you were in bed, Sasha." he muttered, turning a page. She walked toward him ans shrugged her shoulders.

"I couldn't sleep." she answered, leaning on the arm rest. She was wearing one of his old dark gray short sleeveT-shirts, it was too for her and the sleeves reached all the way down to her wrists. Her hair was tangled and matted.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

"Just remembering." he replied, smirking and looking over at her.

"Remembering what?" she asked again. He shrugged and closed the book. He picked her up and sat her in his lap. She leaned against his chest and yawned.

"You're not even ready for bed." she explained, looking at his attire. He nodded and took another deep breath.

"I usually stay up late, to think." he replied, stroking her hair out of her face. She smiled and hugged him around the neck. It surprised and he didn't know what to do. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back, gently.

"Are you going back to work tomorrow?" she asked, yawning again.

"No, tomorrow is Saturday, the weekend." he proclaimed.

"But we're going to go eat in the Great Hall for breakfast, so you can meet the other professors." he added. She smiled and yawned once again. He smirked.

"I think it's time we both went to bed, don't you?" He muttered, picking her up and carrying her to her room for the second time. He laid her down and tucked her.

"Good night, Sasha." he whispered, walking to the door. She nodded and snuggled under the covers.

"I love you, Severus." she whispered; her eyes closed. He smiled and closed the door, leaving it open a crack.