Keep Guessing

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter books. No money is being made by this fic, and all rights belong to publishers and companies including, but not limited to: Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros., and the author of said books, JK Rowling.

A/N: This is the first story I’ve posted on the internet, so I’m sorry if something goes wrong. Just so you know, this is a Severus/Hermione fic, so if you don’t like that pairing, don’t waste your time. Now, as they say in show business, “On with the show!”

Keep Guessing

The large cauldron of purple liquid had just began to boil, when…

“Mum!”

Hermione Snape dropped the Bubotuber pus that she was holding. Luckily, it didn’t spill into her Hair Straightening potion. She quickly grabbed her wand and magicked away the liquid that was spreading rapidly across the bathroom floor.

“Mum! Daddy wants you!”

“I’m coming!” Hermione called back.

“Stephanie! I told you to go get her, not to yell for her.” Severus Snape said to his sixteen year old daughter.

“You said, ‘Stephanie, tell your mum to come here.’ You said nothing about getting up.”

“I’m here. What is it Severus?” Hermione had finished in the bathroom and walked into their living room. Hermione and Severus, being professors at Hogwarts rather than students, got a mini-apartment that was like a hotel suite. It included a bedroom, bathroom, office, living room, and kitchen.

“Minerva brought Stephanie to me a few minutes ago and informed me that our daughter and Mike Potter were caught in an abandoned classroom last night at 11:30! I thought you might like to know.”

“Did they get detention? Points taken from Hufflepuff?” Hermione inquired.

“Yes, both,” Stephanie spoke up.

“Very well then, let’s go to the Great Hall and get some breakfast.”

Stephanie smiled. Note to self: I may be a daddy’s girl, but when it comes to boys, talk to mum!

“That’s all you’re going to say?” Severus asked, surprised.

“Uh-huh, now come on!” Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. Stephanie grabbed his other hand and helped her mum drag Severus up to the Great Hall.

“Bye daddy! Bye mum!” Stephanie kissed her dad on the cheek and hugged her mum when they got to the Great Hall. She began walking towards the Hufflepuff Table.

“Don’t be late for class!” Hermione called after her.

“I’ll try!”

“So you don’t care if Stephanie is creeping around in the middle of the night, snogging with some boy?” Severus asked as they headed toward the Staff Table.

“There’s nothing wrong with that! She’s sixteen! I did the exact same thing with quite a few boys when I was her age.” Hermione said, grinning.

“You did? With who?” Snape sat down at the table and looked at his wife.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased.

“Potter?” He asked while buttering some toast.

“Once or twice…” She said absentmindedly as she poured herself some Pumpkin Juice.

“Weasley?”

“All three of them,” She boasted.

He stared at her incredulously. “All three? I knew you had charm, but how did you manage to get all three Weasleys? Two of them are three years older that you!”

“Sev, you’re twenty-three years older that me! As for the charm, I guess I had more than you thought. Those were the good days… not that I don’t enjoy having fun with you!” she added quickly. “There’s still some more that you haven’t guessed yet…”

“More? Erm… Thomas?” He took a bite of toast.

“Dean? Oh, no! He was Lavendar’s,”

“Finnigan?”

“Once, I think. We were just experimenting…” She ate some of her eggs.

“Anyone else?”

Hermione set down her goblet and looked thoughtful for a moment. “Three more,”

“Three? Gosh, woman, you were quite the player! Okay, umm… Longbottom?” he asked, looking horrified at the thought.

“Oh, yes. More than anyone else you’ve mentioned so far. He’s actually quite good…”

Severus looked disgusted. “Who else?”

“Well… you,”

“Oh. I thought we were talking about when you were sixteen.”

“I was only a bit older than Stephanie is when I started seeing you,” She said, biting her biscuit.

“Okay, fine. Who’s the last one?” Severus hated to admit it, but he was getting extremely curious.

Hermione smiled. “You’ll never guess…”

“So tell me!”

“No, I think we can turn this into a game. You ask me questions about him, and I’ll answer them. You should be able to get it after a while.” She smirked evilly.

“Okay. Who is he?”

“Yes or no questions, Sev,”

“Darn! Is he in Gryffindor?

“No,” she said casually.

“Ravenclaw?”

She shook her head and ate some more of her biscuit.

Severus found himself hoping, for the first time in his life, that a Hufflepuff was chosen over a Slytherin. Nervously, he asked, “Hufflepuff?”

Hermione looked at him for a long moment. “No,” she finally answered, smiling sweetly at him.

“Slytherin?” It was more like surrender rather then a question.

“Uh-huh!” she said, nodding vigorously.

“Who?”

“Keep asking questions!” She was enjoying herself immensely.

“You’re so mean.” Severus glared at her.

“You know you love me!” Hermione fluttered her eyelashes.

“Point taken,” he kissed his wife’s forehead.

“Keep guessing,” she prodded.

“Urgh,”

“Oh, is ickle Sevvie getting annoyed?”

“Does he have brown hair?” Severus had stopped eating in his eagerness to find out who this ‘Mystery Boy’ might be.

“No,”

“Red?” Severus crossed his fingers in hope.

“Try again,”

“Black, then?”

“Not black…” Hermione sipped her juice.

“Purple?” Severus was getting desperate. He was pretty sure he knew which Slytherin she was talking about. He hoped, against all hope, that he was wrong.

She grinned and shook her head.

“Blonde?”

“Wow, good guess!” Hermione snickered.

“Oh, do shut up!”

“Make me,” She popped an orange wedge into her mouth.

“I will,” he warned.

“I dare you,” she challenged.

“I’ll do it in front of the whole school!”

“Go ahead, I dare you. I don’t think you have the guts to-” she was cut off when his lips pressed against hers. Her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly recovered.

At the Hufflepuff table, Stephanie was sitting next to her boyfriend, Mike Potter. When she noticed people glancing from her to the Staff Table, she looked curiously at her parents and groaned.

“I hate it when they do that,” she muttered.

“Let’s go back to the common room before class starts.” Mike said. “We can take a leaf out of their book.” He added suggestively.

Stephanie immediately agreed, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of his seat. They ran out of the Great Hall and up to Hufflepuff House.

* * *

“Stephanie, Mike, why are you thirty minutes late?” Hermione questioned her top students.

“We were following the wonderful example that you and daddy set for us this morning at breakfast, mum.” Stephanie said innocently. The class erupted into giggles.

“Yes, we always try to do things the way our teachers do, Professor Snape. The teacher always knows best, right?” Mike smiled at his favorite teacher.

“So you were at the Staff Table in the Great Hall?” Hermione snickered.

“No, we weren’t following your example exactly. We were in the common room.” Stephanie smiled as the class’ laughter became uncontrollable.

“Settle down, class.” Hermione said, winking at her daughter and Mike. “As I was saying, you’re going to be put into groups of five for this project. If you would all stand in a line, we’ll count off…”