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Going Home (Sevmione)
by: Copper’s Mama 

Hermione searched for something to say, forgetting her unanswered question.

“Perhaps I should leave,” he offered, sensing her discomfort.

Before she could answer something bumped into Snape’s legs, bending his knees forward and forcing him to step forwards to compensate and not fall over. His arms shot out to prevent himself from landing on Hermione and he ended up boxing her in, pressing her back against the fireplace. Crookshanks wandered out of the room after bumping into Snape, leaving the two standing against each other, their eyes locked and their breathing halted.

Hermione’s right hand shot up of its own accord, gripping Snape’s arm from the outside as she looked up at him. She didn’t know what to say, and the first thing that came to her mind blurted out of her mouth. “I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to call you Severus.”

Snape blinked, looking down at her as though seeing her for the first time. “It’s quite alright, Miss Granger,” he stated smoothly.

Feeling a little braver, Hermione spoke, “Call me Hermione.” Her heart was pounding an uneven beat as he tilted his head, looking at her curiously.

“Very well,” he replied softly, and it was entirely possible that it was his imagination, but her head felt as though it were closer. “Hermione.”

Hermione’s tongue darted out to wet her lips and his eyes glued themselves to her mouth as he watched the action, feeling his blood pooling in a certain part of his body.

“Mummy,” a voice called from beside them and Hermione looked past Snape’s arm to see her daughter coming out of her room, rubbing her eyes. “I’m thirsty.”

Snape dropped his arms quickly, straightening his back.

Samantha smiled sleepily when she saw that Severus was there. “Oh, hi,” she greeted with a yawn.

Hermione composed herself, brushing phantom lint off of her pants. “Hang on, Sweetie, I’ll bring you some water.” She moved into the kitchen, shaking the fogginess out of her head and got a cup out of the cupboard, pouring her daughter a drink. When she returned Samantha was whispering something in Snape’s ear while he crouched down next to her.

Hermione walked over. “What are you two whispering about?” she asked her daughter who took the cup to cover her smiling face.

Snape stood back up with a strained look on his face, clearly trying to hide his discomfort. “I should be going. Goodnight, Miss Samantha.”

He began to walk away but Hermione called him back. “Could you just wait a moment?” His feet froze despite his brain’s orders to march out of the room.

Hermione waited until Samantha finished her water then sent her back to bed, tucking her in and closing the door softly behind her. She found Severus waiting by the front door and drifted up behind him, moving into his line of sight. “I don’t want to make you feel like you can’t talk to my daughter, but I don’t want there to be any secrets with her,” Hermione told him. “So, I kind of need you to tell me what she was telling you.”

Snape paused, looking away from her.

Hermione placed her hand on his arm again. “Okay, now I’m worried.”

Snape shook his head. “It’s nothing bad, I suppose. It’s … your daughter is just a little confused, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Hermione said slowly. “Confused about what?” There weren’t many things that could make Snape so visibly nervous, and Hermione was now dying to know the cause of it.

“Samantha has … made a request of me,” Snape began, looking for the proper words.

“Oh, for goodness sakes, just spit it out!” Hermione said, unable to stand it any longer.

“She wants me to be her father,” Snape told her abruptly.

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