Keep Guessing

More fluffyness in this chapter! The Professors have an interesting chat in the lounge room, and we see more of the Potters.

I know I said I wouldn't continue this, but I decided to anyway. It was fun to write, and I thought, "If chapter 1 was fun, how fun will chapter 2 be?" So I wrote more! Oh, by the way, I know that they are totally OOC, but that's how they had to be for this to work out right. Sorry! Extra credit points to those who can tell me what Snape's password into his stores room means. I'll give you a hint: It's in spanish. Even more extra credit if you help me with my British slang. I'm American, so the only way I can learn British slang is by reading fanfics!

Chapter 2:Lackadaisically

"But dad...,"

"Mike, I already told you that you have no choice in the matter. You asked for it. Don't do the crime if you can't pay the time."

"I hate babysitting! She's such a brat!"

"Do not talk about your sister that way! And you're not babysitting her, your helping her with homework, that's all. It's not that bad."

"It is when all her little friends are around. Can Stephanie help me? She's smarter than I am, she'd be better at helping them than I would. Please?"

Harry smiled at his son. He thought back to the time when he was dating Ginny. He would have said the same thing if he were in his son's situation.

"So, can she?"

"Yes, she can, but please keep the snogging to a minimum. Your sister's only 12, she doesn't need her innocence taken away at such a young age." He smiled at his son.

"Thank you so much! So, I'm not grounded or anything?"

"Hah! That's a good one, son!"

"But-"

"Yes, everyone has one,"

"Arrg! Why must you make such stupid jokes? They're so... stupid."

"I wasn't joking! You said 'butt,' and I told you the truth. Everyone has a butt."

"Stephanie's not grounded, and she's got Professor Snape as a father!" Mike argued.

"She's also got Professor Snape as a mother!"

"Wha- Oh, I see, another stupid joke. You're really pathetic, dad."

"What are you playing at? Do you want to be even more grounded?"

"Sorry,"

"You will meet your sister in the library right after dinner, every day, excluding Sunday, until next Thursday."

"Next Thursday? But-"

"Why the sudden interest in the posterior?"

"Dad!"

Harry smiled at his son, and walked away. Mike watched as his father went over to the Ravenclaw Table, presumably to tell Michelle, Mike's sister, about the "homework help" appointments that were to take place for the next ten days. Mike finished his cereal and stood. He glared one last time at his father, whose eyes twinkled as he waved, then headed for Charms.

In the Professor's Lounge, Ginny and Hermione were talking about their children's love lives, and their own teenage loves.

"My mother was so lucky. She didn't live in the same building as me, when I was running around at night, kissing boys. I swear, I could strangle that girl!" Hermione complained.

"Oh, don't say that. Just be glad that she's only been caught once. I remember when I was dating Seamus. We were caught so many times, McGonagall was about to suspend us! Good thing we broke up after two weeks." Ginny giggled, remembering the fun she had in her 4^th year.

"Oh, I know! I remember when I was dating Neville. He was so sweet, and he was really cute, too. He was even becoming less forgetful. But, anyways, we were caught twice in one night!"

"You were? Who caught you?"

"You'll never guess,"

"Was it Dumbledore himself?"

"Severus," Hermione said, smiling.

"No! You're joking!"

"It's true, he caught us both times. I could've sworn he was stalking me!"

"And if I was?" said a voice.

"Oh, hello, Severus," said Hermione.

"That's just creepy." Ginny shivered involuntarily.

"Well, she was the most beautiful witch in Hogwarts. I couldn't help but follow her," Severus said, striding into the room and sitting down next to his wife.

"I was the most beautiful? Who's the most beautiful now?"

"Minerva. Age has done her well," Severus joked.

"Oh, I see. I get it now,"

"Hermione, love, I am cheating on you with Minerva. Older women are just so much more appealing to me," he teased.

"Severus! You weren't supposed to tell her!" Minerva cried from across the room, glaring at him.

"Oh, that's okay. I've been secretly dating Sirius Black for the past three years," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, Hermione! You finally told them!" Sirius exclaimed. He ran over and hugged her. She hugged him back and kissed his cheek.

"What is going on in here?" Harry asked, walking into the room. At first glance, everything looked normal. Then he saw his Godfather hugging Hermione and Severus kissing Minerva's hand. Ginny looked at him, then looked at the rest of the staff, then looked at her husband again.

"Nothing. Everything is as normal as can be,"

The Professors erupted into laughter, seeing the incredulous look on Harry's face.

"Mike, what does lakadayisycly mean?" Michelle asked her older brother.

"Ask Stephanie," he said lackadaisically.

"Stephanie, what does-" she began.

"You mean lackadaisically?" asked Stephanie.

"Uh, yeah, I think."

"Lack-a-days-ick-ly. It means to do or say something in a lazy manner. It's an adverb." Stephanie explained.

"Sorta like the way Mike answered me, when I asked him what it meant!" Michelle said enthusiastically, understanding lighting up her eyes.

"That's a perfect example," Stephanie said, smiling at her boyfriend's younger sister.

"Shhh! We're in a library, quiet down!" Mike rolled his eyes.

"Why do you need to know what lackadaisically means?" Stephanie questioned.

"My History of Magic book says, 'Dorothy the Drunk was known for lackadaisically sitting in a swing on her front porch. When neighbors walked by, they would see her and think she was a poor old woman with no friends. When they came up to her, she would jump on them and take their money. She then used the money to buy more booze.' It talks about her because her ex-Husband was one of the leaders in the Wizard's Army against the Goblin Rebellion of 1637."

"Thank you for the history lesson, Dearest Sister. We are so glad you taught us that, because we didn't learn it in our third year."

"Someone's moody today," Stephanie commented.

"He must be PMSing," Michelle said, casually.

"Hey! I resent that!" said Mike indignantly.

"So, Michelle, what else do you need to do?"

"I have to write a Potions essay. Thank heavens I'm not in Gryffindor! If I were, I would have a five foot essay, rather than a 500 word essay."

"Is that all you have? A 500 word Potions essay? That's easy!" Mike said happily. Only a few more minutes, and I can get out of here!

"I want to do the extra credit, though," she said, smirking evilly.

Noooo! Mike thought to himself. "What's the extra credit?" he asked out loud.

"I need to create my own anti-itching potion,"

"Ooh, that will be fun! Let's finish that essay first, and then we'll work on your potion. Since I'm Head Girl, I can get into Daddy's private stores. Heck, even if I weren't Head Girl, I could just ask him for something, and he'd get it for me!" Stephanie, like her mother, was born in late September. She had been ten when she first began school at Hogwarts. Also like her mother, she became Head Girl when she was still sixteen.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Stephanie?" Severus said, without looking up from the papers he was grading.

"Can I have some Potions stuff from your supplies?" Stephanie asked in a casual tone.

"Sure, you know where to find them."

"Thank you,"

Stephanie walked into his office. She opened a door to the right, which lead into a hallway. She opened the third door on the left, and, as usual, saw three doors. One said "2B," another said "Not 2B," and the last simply had a question mark. Out of habit, she opened the third one, and walked down that hallway. Finally, she came to a dead end. There was a wall in front of her, a wall to each side of her, and a wall behind her. Taking no notice of the fact that she was trapped, she spoke to the wall in front of her.

"El profesor de Pociones tiene un zapato anaranjado y un zapato verde. Los calcetines de el profesor está morado."

The wall became wavy, and then disappeared completely. She walked into the room and looked around. She got the things needed for Michelle's anti-itching potion, and she also stocked up on the things she kept in her own private stores.

On the way out, she began to wonder why her father kept his ingredients so hidden. It had taken her forever to memorize the path to his personal stores of potion supplies. She decided to ask him what his reason for such tight security was.

"That's a lot. May I ask what you need it all for?" Severus asked when his daughter walked into his office.

"I'm running low on a lot of stuff, and I'm going to help Michelle with her extra credit project."

"Oh, I see."

"Hey, Dad? I was wondering, why do you make it so difficult to get into you're stores?"

"A certain brown haired, know-it-all, Gryffindor broke into them in her second year, and took some powdered bicorn horn and shredded boomslang skin. She used these to make a Polyjuice Potion. Her little friends then somehow got into the Slytherin Common Room, and tried to get a confession out of Draco Malfoy. Of course, he didn't do what they thought he did, so their adventure was pointless."

"Didn't Mum go with them into the Common Room?" Stephanie knew he was speaking of her mother.

"Erm... why don't you ask her about that, sweetheart," Severus said uncomfortably. He knew that it was a very traumatizing experience for Hermione, and he didn't want to run around telling her secrets.

"Okay... I will someday. Thanks for the stuff, Dad! See you!" With that, Stephanie went back to the library to help Michelle.