#hermione granger one shot

[annabethsbbg]

rita fucking skeeter

pairing: harry potter x reader

tw: insecurities, kind of? that’s it really

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being the girlfriend of the chosen one definitely had its issues, especially when there were girls who would kill to be in your position. it also didn’t help that these girls we’re undeniably gorgeous.

but when rita fucking skeeter wrote an article about how you were only with him for the fame, you lost it.

so here you sat with hermione, tears of frustration in your eyes.

“i just don’t understand.” you said quietly, wiping your eyes.

hermione smiled sadly at you, rubbing your back. “they’re all idiots for saying such vile things about you.”

you sniffled, shrugging. “does harry see me that way?” i ask quietly.

hermione looks at you as if you had three heads. “are you joking? he looks at you as if you’re the sun.”

“idk mione, maybe he thinks that im using him-“ hermione interrupted you with a scoff. “he’s desperately in love with you.”

luckily, that took a little bit of weight off your shoulders.

later that day, you went to the gryffindor common room, only to bump into harry, who was leaving the common room.

“oh- i’m sorry, love. what are you doing here?” he asked, hands on your hips to steady you.

“i was looking for you.” you explain, and he nods with a slight smile, “i was just coming to find you.”

you smile, adjusting his glasses that lay crooked on his face.

“what were you coming to see me for, darling?”

you sigh, “have you read the article yet?”

harry looks at you with a confused expression, “yeah?”

you hesitate before continuing- “im not using you. i love you so much and id never use you for-“

harry interrupted you with a kiss, pulling away a second later with a smile on his face. “i know, love. i never doubted you.”

you breath a sigh of relief, smiling. “thank you.”

harry chuckled, pulling you into another soft kiss before whispering in your ear.

“and by the way, i love you too.”

[mustelidsinlove]

Dramione one shots that are never far from my thoughts

[in no particular order; mind the tags — some of these are dark]

As Sharp as Any Thorn by Argosy [E, 8.8k]

The road to redemption is a winding one. Christmas at Grimmauld Place, Post HBP.

Art: Night and Her Daughter Sleep (detail), Mary L. Macomber, 1902

Scenes from a Marriage by hiddenhibernian [T, 5.4k]

They say love isn't about what you say, it's what you do. If you see it that way, Hermione doesn't have any reason to complain.

Art: The Lovers, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, c. 1907-1917

Grit by witchsoup [T, 4k]

Hermione attempts to diagnose a secretive patient suffering major curse damage.

Art: Hands Grasping 7, Susan Manspeizer, 2018

remedia amoris by magneticwave [M, 14.7k]

The most amazing thing about Malfoy is not that he managed to build a successful Ministry career out of the total disgrace of his family, but that somehow Hermione only despises him half of the time that they work together.

Art: Circe Offering up the Cup to Ulysses (detail), John William Waterhouse, 1891

Inside by onebedtorulethemall [M, 7.5k]

Something is wrong with Draco Malfoy.

Art: Illustration from The West Wing, Edward Gorey, 1963

With Teeth by provocative_envy [M, 5.4k]

Albus Dumbledore had been wrong about Voldemort’s horcruxes.

Art: Escape Before the Dawn, Devinez, 2023

On the Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning by PacificRimbaud [T, 5k]

In which Draco Malfoy wrestles geology and Hermione receives several gifts.

Art: Saint Augustine (detail), Philippe de Champaigne, c. 1645-1650

I am Sleeping on a Time Bomb by i forgot to blink [M, 4k]

The war is over, and they go to Antarctica.

Art: Barne Glacier, Herbert Pointing, 1911

Tromp as Writ by a_rum_of_one's_own [E, 7.2k]

‘Merlin and Morgana, what’s that?’ he breathed. ‘Muggle underwear. We’re beyond chemises, you know.’ ‘Granger,’ he said. ‘Granger. You can’t. This isn’t fair.'

Art: Saturnina Canaleta de Girona (detail), Federico de Madrazo y Kuntz, 1856

Reset by provocative_envy [M, 4.5k]

And the fear—the fear that he’s learned to swallow, choke on, bury the crushed and fragmented shards of—it's turning the space between him and her and the last six weeks, the last six months, into a gaping yawning brutally invincible chasm; a wall to scale and a cliff to jump and a step he’s never quite been brave enough to take. She takes it for him. Of course she does.

Art: Joan of Arc, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1882

Chiaroscuro by ifyouwereamelody [T, 5.1k]

Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts for sixth year a changed man. Marked, dangerous, and tasked with something terrible, he finds himself haunted by memories of the year before — a bright spark of connection that now he's got no choice but to douse.

Art: Vengeance is Sworn (detail) from the Revenge Triptych, Francesco Hayez, 1851

The Street Where You Live by scullyvasan [T, 10.5k]

Muggle childhood AU. Single mother Narcissa Malfoy co-parents her son Draco and functionally parents the little girl down the street. Light homages to Books 1-4 but no wands, no wizards, no Hogwarts — just human magic and the passing years at work.

Art: Daydreams, Thomas Couture, 1859

The Running Club by winterwells [E, 10.4k]

Hermione returns to Hogwarts for the "Seventh Year Was A Cluster F*** So Let's All Do It Again!" year. The war has left its mark, and she copes in the best way she can. Running. And she might pick up some stragglers along the way...

Art: Stripes of Silence, Lu Guada, 2012

Whistle by witchsoup [T, 1.5k]

Hermione spends the majority of her time on the tube, or dashing around Sainsbury's hunting for the last of the vegetarian wraps for her two-thirds-complete meal deal. Though it would be somewhat off-brand, she feels that it's well within her rights to ask David Cameron to lower the price of a meal deal, while he's at it. Possibly her rent, too.

Art: Untitled, Isabel Bishop, c. 1940s-1960s

Lights Out by Phoebe [E, 10.2k]

She smiles, and it enrages him further. Granger is afraid of many things. She's afraid of what lies outside Hogwarts, what could be lurking within the walls. She's afraid of Voldemort, and probably of his father. And she is inexplicably, illogically afraid of the dark. But she's not afraid of him.

Art: The Woman with the Candle (detail), Cornelis Visscher II, c. 1643-1658

Salvage by storycat9 [T, 1k]

Who is Hermione Granger when there’s no one left to protect?

Art: After Igor Svyatoslavich's fighting with the Cumans, Viktor Vasnetsov, 1880

The Object Lesson by Fleurizel [M, 13.6k]

When Hermione is forced to spend a weekend at the Bulstrodes’ country estate glad-handing for the Ministry, she finds an unlikely ally in the only other house guest who hadn’t fled the country when the war broke out: Draco Malfoy.

Art: Hands of the Puppeteer, Mexico City, Tina Modotti, 1929

i think i've seen this film before by magneticwave [T, 24.8k]

It doesn’t occur to Harry until supper that night, while Luna makes a Spanish tortilla with pink and blue potatoes from her garden, that Granger might actually be his friend now. Not just a transferable friend, comfortable with him because she’d grown up with a strangely domestic alternative version of him with short hair, but a real friend. Since he’s not sure how to feel about it, he eats his half of the tortilla in a silent daze and then helps Luna go over the last of the proofs for next week’s Quibbler. 

Art: Still Life with Orange by Süleyman Seyyid Bey, c. 1900

Party Lines by PacificRimbaud [E, 10k]

As the dust settles in the 2000 United States Presidential election, Ivy League student Hermione Granger goes to three different parties, in an effort to think about something- anything- other than the state of Florida. So does that argumentative trust fund prick, Draco Malfoy. A college AU all about enemies who...aren't.

Art: Jasper Johns, Edisto Beach, Ugo Mulas, 1964

i have gone at dusk through narrow streets by i forgot to blink [T, 4k]

Draco, Hermione, and what came before and after the end.

Art: Interior Strandgade 30, Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1901

Breathe by Argosy [T, 14.5k]

The war is over and everyone wants something from Hermione. But that's nothing new; she can handle it. Really.

Art: Cupid and Psyché (detail), François Gérard, 1798

[apparentlytheproblem]

s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"

[webbluvrsugar]

WORSHIP ME.

TOM RIDDLE - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.25TH — M.LIST.

cw: cheating, bondage, dumbification

“Listen to me.”

His voice rings in a room in a calculated, tone, you stop in your tracks of leaving his dorm, somewhere you shouldn’t be, especially because you have a boyfriend just down the hall on the last Slytherin dorm.

“Why should I listen to you Tom, I told you, this is over, I can’t keep doing this.” You argue back, brows slightly furrowing as you then to look at him and cross your arms.

He grabs your wrist, tugs you closer to him before he takes a step near you.

“You’ll be a fool if you walk out that door thinking you can find someone else better than me.” He mutters, leans even closer, his presence towers over your body.

That’s the thing with Tom, he always find you stupid, idiotic, as if you’re inferior to him, and he always bases his opinions on things you can’t control — like being in hufflepuff, being naive, quiet, he’s insufferable.

“I know your weaknesses, I know how to touch you.” He lets go of your wrist, the same hand moves to cup your chin, roughness in his fingers even if his thumb caresses your cheek. “So when I tell you to get on the bed, you do so immediately,” he points out. “And I don’t care if you have a stupid boyfriend or not, you’ll do it because.. deep down, you want to.”

His words are true. You wish they weren’t but they are, you always find yourself looking for what he’s providing even if you have man of your own, he just can’t give you what you want.

So maybe that’s why you get on the bed.

Maybe that’s why you let him bind your hands back with his own tie without complaining, maybe that’s why you let him mock you so much.

“Don’t be afraid, speak up.” He tugs on the tie harsher, his thrusts are fluid, they go from slow to fast, making you want to release stupid loud moans in the back of your throat.

“Oh, I get it, you’re worried he could listen.” He chuckles, his hand grips down on your waist, marking the flesh. “I don’t know what you see in him.” He scoffs.

“You could let him go, you could have me, worship me.” He laughs, bluntly laughs in your ears as he leans down to whisper.

“But I bet you like it when it’s forbidden, you’re thrilled by it.”

[sulkysnape]

help. the marauders fans on twitter think they invented headcanons 😭😭

[taboulleh]

Fluffy Valentines Dramione one shot

hey, just posted a one shot fluffy humorous Valentine’s Day dramione fic under Valentine’s Snare. Let me know what you think 😍

"Had your clumsy foot not breached the boundary, we wouldn't be suffering this garish nightmare," Malfoy muttered.

"It's hardly my fault you got shoved in after me!" Hermione retorted.

"It's a couples' bloody maze, Granger. Entry requires a pair. Blaise had little alternative but to send me tumbling after you."

"I'd have preferred literally anyone else, Filch, Trelawney, the Giant Squid, take your pick." She returned to scrutinizing the room for clues. "And why are you hovering so blasted close?"

"Perhaps you've failed to notice, Morgana Le Fay, but the walls are steadily encroaching."

"What fresh hell is this? Is this their twisted concept of entertainment? Are we to be flattened like pancakes for Valentine amusement?"

"Bit dramatic, aren't we, poppet?" He rolled his eyes extravagantly. "Obviously, we're meant to perform some specific action to halt their progress."

[cloudybarnes]

ex best friend

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: when you were younger, Draco was your best friend. some years had passed, and the two of you had found yourselves estranged. one day, after a lost quidditch game for the Slytherin team, you find yourself drawn to Draco once again, hopeful to see where things had gone wrong for you two

Word Count: 1.8k+

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“Go Harry! Go Ron!” You shouted. Hermione cheered, clapping as loudly as she could. 

The first Quidditch match of the season. Ron was doing amazing as goalkeeper, and Harry was whizzing through the stadium on the hunt for the golden snitch. 

They were playing against your house, Slytherin. Even though you were a slytherin, that didn’t mean you necessarily had to root for them. You were best friends with the Golden Trio. Even though you were Slytherin, you always stood up for them against the rest of your house which led to them becoming your best friends. 

“Look!” Hermione shouted, “Harry’s almost got it!” 

Harry and Draco were going head to head for the snitch, but Harry was just that much closer to catching it. All of the sudden, Harry fist wrapped around the snitch. The Gryffindor section exploded with cheers and applause. You and Hermione jumped out of your seats. 

“Let’s go!” Someone around you shouted. 

Hermione wildly clapped her hands as the Gryffindor team surrounded Harry in cheers and laughter. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you down the bleachers, “let’s go catch up with them.”

You chuckled, and followed her down the bleachers and out of the stadium where you would wait for Ron and Harry. 

As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice Draco coming out as well. He seemed to be the first from the Slytherin team to leave the stadium. Almost as if sensing you stare, he looked up and made direct eye contact with you. 

You and Draco had been best friends your first two years at Hogwarts. When you were younger, everything seemed to be easier. Draco had been quite mean to Hermione, Ron, and Harry, and as a result, you grew apart from him. 

Still, you couldn’t help but care for Draco. You remembered how sweet he had always been to you, how close you guys were, and how many nights you two would sneak out to the halls to cause mischief together. Quite honestly, you miss him. While you love being friends with the Gryffindors, Draco had been your best friend, and it sucked not being close to him any longer. 

“Hermione,” you said, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit. Are we still gonna study for the potions exam, later?”

Hermione glanced over your shoulder, then looked back at you with a bit of a worrisome face. “Yeah, we can meet in the library around 7. Are you, uh, gonna have a chat with Draco?”

Hermione was the only one who knew you missed your friendship with Draco. While she never really understood it, what with him being so rude to her, she never made you feel bad about missing him. 

You hadn’t really talked to Draco all that much in the past year, just some small things here and there, but not like you used to. 

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna try.” You gave her a small smile and turned back toward where you had last seen Draco. He was walking away from the stadium towards an old cherry blossom tree the two of you used to conspire under. 

Your heart swelled a little. You really did miss him, and seeing him in a place so familiar to you and to your friendship brought a wave of sadness over you. You took off in stride to catch up with him. 

Draco sat under the tree, watching you as you approached. 

A little awkwardly, you sat down next to him and leaned against the large trunk of the tree. You cleared your throat, “I saw the game. You put up a good fight.”

He shook his head, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you were just so devastated when Potter caught the snitch instead of me.” The sarcasm reeked from his lips, but he didn’t seem angry. He sounded quite the opposite. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just felt defeated. It was a strange look from him; one you hadn’t had the privy of seeing from him. 

“Just because I root for Gryffindor on occasion, doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you lose. I’m still Slytherin, I still have house pride.” 

Draco scoffs at that. “You haven’t had house pride in a long time, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ouch, Draco. Going straight for my throat, huh?”

He just shook his head and looked away, staring off into the distance. The breeze picked up, shaking the leaves of the tree, causing a few to fall at your feet. 

“Dray,” you said softly. Draco’s eyes dart to your face. His mouth hung open ever so slightly at the nickname you used to call him. “What’s going on with you? You’ve never been one to sit around and sulk.”

He shrugged. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“I don’t believe that. The Draco I know wouldn’t have come out here in disappointment. He would have stormed to the common room and figured out exactly where he went wrong to ensure he beat those pesky Gryffindors the next time.”

Draco chuckled. “Weird hearing you call the Gryffindors ‘pesky’. You’ve always been so kind to everyone, no matter their house.”

You shrugged with a soft smile. “You must be rubbing off on me, then.”

He shook his head. “Not sure that that’s such a good thing, (Y/N/N).” 

Your heart melted at the use of your old nickname. Draco was the only one to ever call you that, and when you stopped talking, your nickname died with your friendship. You couldn’t help but think about what used to be with Draco. 

“What happened to us, Dray? How did we grow so far from each other?”

Draco rubbed his hands down his face, like he was nervous. “You’re not like any other Slytherin I know, (Y/N). Sure, you’re cunning, you can be clever at times, and as I recall, you’re quite the prankster.” He smirked. “The rest of us, though, can be quite mean and outright nasty at times. You’re not like that at all. I guess when you started to become friends with Potter and started to stick up for them, I kind of realized how different we were.”

“So my being friends with them caused us to stop being friends?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew that by sticking up for them, it caused a drift between you and Draco, but you didn’t want to think you had been ostracized because of it. 

“It’s not just that.” Draco sighed. He looked into your eyes, and you could see something swirling within them. It looked a lot like regret and sorrow. He seemed to struggle to get his next words out. “I felt like… like I wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m better than Potter and his group of ragdoll friends in a lot of ways. I think just not in the way that you needed.”

You didn’t know what to think. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Draco, you’re gonna have to explain it to me better.”

He growled in frustration. “Just forget it, (Y/N). This was stupid. I don’t even know why I came over here.”

He went to stand up, but you grabbed onto his hand and held him in place. Draco’s head whipped to gape at you. 

“Don’t do that, Draco. We were friends long enough for me to know what’s going on. Don’t shut me out, because I really just can’t do this again.” Your voice quivered slightly. “You might not realize this, but it broke my heart when we stopped being friends, Dray. You weren’t just my friend, you were my best friend. I never imagined we would end up the way we are now, barely speaking to each other, very curt, very much like acquaintances.”

“I’m not like them, (Y/N)!” Draco shouted. He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not good like them. I don’t see things the way they do, they way you do. I was only going to bring you down, and I couldn’t let that happen. Godric knows I can be awful, but never in my life did I want to see my awfulness rub off onto you. You’re sweet, (Y/N), you’re kind, and you deserved someone kind, someone loyal, someone-”

“I just wanted you, Draco!” 

The words on Draco’s lips silenced as you let out your confession. He stared at you, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

You huffed. “I just wanted you. If you had explained all of this to me when it went down, I would have told you that you didn’t need to be good. You didn’t need to be anything other than yourself, because I liked you. If I had to choose between you and them, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, Draco. You were always my first choice.”

“You liked me?”

Your cheeks blushed. You tried to shrug your shoulders as if to brush it off. “Yeah. You were my best friend. You were the only person that really understood me. You cared about me. How was I not supposed to like you?”

“And what about now?” Draco asked. “How do you feel about me now?”

Draco placed his hand on top of yours. He leaned in slightly like he was trying to make sure he heard every word you said. 

Your heart pounded in your chest. How did you feel about him? 

“I miss you. I know that.” You confessed. “I know I still think about you. I know I long for the nights where we snuck out of our rooms to see each other. I miss seeing you everyday. Sometimes I feel like-”

His lips were soft. 

Draco’s mouth moved slowly against yours, like he was afraid if he pressed too hard it would break the intimacy of what was happening. You kissed him back gently, slowly guiding your hand up to the blonde of his hair. 

Draco softly ran his fingers up your arm to your back where he held onto you. 

Kissing Draco felt like the easiest thing in the world. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When Draco pulled away, you could see the biggest grin adorning his face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his eyes shined like no tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, (Y/N/N). You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, or how much I wished something like this would happen between us.”

You giggled, your own cheeks turning shades of pink. “You know, if you hadn’t lost that Quidditch match, we probably wouldn’t have been here right now.”

Draco chuckled, and pulled you close to wrap you in his arms. Softly, he whispered, “I’d lose every Quidditch match if it meant we could always be like this.”

“You don’t have to lose any matches, Draco. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

[morgan-magic]

LIGHTNING EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

After months of pining for Hermione, Draco has given up on ever getting a chance with the witch. Until she sits on his lap in the middle of a poker game. Wearing a short dress and no underwear. And rides his thigh.

A PWP one-shot featuring Hermione and Draco trying to keep their poker faces as they fool around in the middle of a card game. 🫦

Read on AO3

[sodamnradd]

Strike A Match, Let Him Burn | AO3

one shot / 4k words / written for @pumpkinspiceficfest

When Draco returns home from Durmstrang, he falls into a hard and fast sexual relationship with the beautiful witch he meets at the bar. The only issue is that she’s a Mudblood, and he’s a Malfoy.

He arrives at her flat past midnight on Saturday, drunk, staggering, reeking of desperation. He pushes her up against the wall and clutches her throat. Presses his nose at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, inhales deeply. “Did he touch you?” She shuts her eyes, revels in the weight of him against her. Idiot, she thinks. Can’t you see how much you care for me? “I kissed him,” she admits, because it’s the truth and because she wants to hurt him. He has wounded her since the very beginning of this arrangement. She just didn’t realise it until it was too late. He is looking for a wife. It is his familial duty to get married. But not to a Muggle-born witch like her. Her attraction blinded her to him. Blinded by his intelligence, the way he seemed to genuinely care about her interests, her work, the advice nobody else in her life had the knowledge to give her. He went to Durmstrang. Shouldn’t that have told her everything she needed to know? They were doomed from the start. He stares at her mouth like it has committed a personal crime against him. His grip tightens around her throat. Her breath catches as she struggles to breathe. His face crumples like he might cry.  “Hermione.” It sounds like he has met his edge. 

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Threat- Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Characters: Hermione Granger

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- "You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon."

Word Count: 405

Author: Charlotte

If the conversation between Ron and Harry was annoying you, then it was certainly driving Hermione closer to using a forbidden curse on one or both of them. Hermione and you had been dating for a while and that resulted in you befriending her friends, even if the two of you didn’t really have similar interests as her friends. The two of you had spent many free periods and evenings sat together in the common room, each with a book, silently reading and appreciating the others presence without interfering in the others reading- the boys hadn’t figured out the concept of not interfering.

At first you both responded to them shortly, hoping they’d leave then you started to ignore them but even then, neither of them seemed to get the memo. As they just kept on talking, you wanted to throw your book at them, but you tried your best to keep your patience. No matter how hard you tried to focus on your book, they were beginning to get on your nerves, and you knew they were doing the same to Hermione. Her patience broke first.

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” Hermione snapped, slapping her open book down into her lap so that she was able to glare at her two friends.

You held your book up a little higher to hide the silent laugh from you, not wanting Hermione to snap at you for reacting to her outburst. The two boys fell silent before their attentions quickly turned to you.

“Y/N! Aren’t you going to do something? You can’t let her threaten us like that!” Ron exclaimed.

You slowly lowered your book, letting your expression become neutral again.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, you’re the idiots that are trying to annoy us whilst we are attempting to read,” you shrugged. “You deserve to be shouted at or worse if you can’t consider that maybe we don’t want to talk to you when we are reading.”

Both of them frowned whilst Hermione looked on triumphantly. They both stood up and shuffled away, finally getting that they were not welcome currently even if you would likely apologise to them later for snapping at them.

Hermione relaxed back in the seat, scooting closer to you as the two of you lifted back up your books and continued to read in a blissful silence.

[7s3ven]

SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

[allofthelights11]

Strained Elastic - one-shot, rated E

Art used with permission by incendiosketches

Strained Elastic

When Hermione gets stuffed into an equipment closet in the Quidditch locker room after the team's big victory, she can't get the sound bite she needs for her article. She gets a lot more.

One-shot, rated E, AO3 account required

[yourbiggestfan2020]

[dramaticals]

so hot it hurts

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

summary: hermione punches draco and knocks more than just sense into him. / requested by @hotchfiles.

word count: 300

author's note: i'm going to preface this by saying i've never written draco before so please be kind if you share your thoughts (i'm greedy for thoughts <3)

Salazar's fuck.

Draco could still feel Granger's knuckles colliding with his nose. The crack of contact, the gush of blood, and the ache pulsating immediately from his nose to the rest of his face. 

For such a tiny thing, Granger delivered a sharp and sturdy blow that made him stagger backwards and clutch pathetically onto his nose. If he hadn't seen her cradle her fist as he scurried away from the scene, he would have guessed she'd done this before.

He should have been livid and seething. He should feel vindicated that she was in pain, too. He should be plotting ways to make her life even more miserable than it already is. He should be spitting curses and threats and running to his father for repercussions. He should think of Granger vile, think how the ugly brute of a bird shouldn't be the only species in danger right now.

But he wasn't.

Draco was thinking of the flash of fury in her soft brown eyes. The plumpness of her lips as she cursed and huffed and panted at him with that swotty little voice he detested so much. The shrub she called hair fizzing and surging with uncontrolled magic, making her look as frightening as a scorned goddess. He could still smell the hints of peach and nutmeg as she swung. The stinging impact of her soft yet disturbingly sharp knuckles. The look on Granger's face, her cheeks flushed red as she realized what she'd done.

Fuck.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, wincing as his nose throbbed. He threw his head back against the emerald green couch, shutting his eyes in an attempt to get the images of Granger out of his mind. His heart thrummed, and the heat from his cheeks involuntarily travelled south.

Fuck.

[portraitofthepen]

Eat Your Love: A Ready or Not AU

“What would you like, my lord?”

“Why, your soul of course, Draco.”  

“Don’t I need that, sir?”

“Some might say you do. Do you want to love someone some day?”

His reply is instant. “I already do.”

“Ah, then I cannot heal your godfather if you want to keep loving her.” He sneers.  

The man turns his back on Draco and joins his father by the fire. Lucius has returned his hood to its rightful place, and Draco knows he’s made the wrong choice. He could have saved his godfather, and he panicked. When Draco has mustered up the courage to look back at the body on the table, Severus is no longer there.

Instead, Hermione Granger lies in his place. She wears pristine white lace-trimmed robes embellished with golden constellations that match his. Her normally untamed curls are captured in braids that twist into an elegant bun high on her head. She is not bound or gagged like Severus, but Draco knows she cannot leave the table. His cowardice has cursed her to remain immobile too.

They shouldn't know about Hermione yet. He hasn't met her yet. He hasn't hidden his thoughts and feelings about her. He's only ten. He'll be eleven tomorrow. He'll be eleven when he meets her on the train and knows he needs to hide her. 

"Oh, I always knew, Draco. I see your heart." The Dark Lord smiles. "You can hide her, but I will find her." 

[sulkysnape]

*originally began working on this a few years ago, but i’m picking it back up so here you goo. Ashes and Onyx is a Harry Potter retelling from the pov of Severus and his daughter*

Ashes & Onyx

(the prologue)

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One cold and dreary night in September of 1981, Severus Snape sat in his study reading his books, as he did every night. Nighttime was the only time of day that allowed him to relax due to his tiresome schedule. He was approaching his first year of teaching at his alma mater, Hogwarts, and on top of that, he was now working as a double agent for both Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort.

It had been raining for what seemed like weeks on Spinners End. To Severus, it calmed him to read his book, sip on his fire whisky and watch the raindrops fall slowly down the windowpane. By nine o'clock, Severus had finished his second glass of fire whisky and was 40 pages away from finishing his book titled 'Spellman's Syllabary' when he heard a knock at his door. He groaned as he placed his book on the coffee table next to him and made his way to the front door. Severus opened the door as a gust of cold air hit his face causing him to squint his eyes. As he reopened them, he was met face to face with Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Whatever it is I must do, surely can wait till morning sir." Severus calmly stated.

It seemed as if Severus was constantly running back and forth from his home to Lord Voldemort's location to catch the headmaster up on whatever the Dark Lord was planning.

"I'm not here to give you a task Severus" The headmaster explained with a sorrowful look on his face. This caught Severus' attention.

"Jane McKinnon is dead" Dumbledore stated simply "Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange killed her 2 weeks ago."

Severus stood in the doorway with a blank expression. He didn't know what to think.

Severus met Jane his 6th year of Hogwarts. Soon after his fallout with his first love, Lily Potter, a snarky brunette Gryffindor girl caught his attention during potions class. Severus was hesitant at first about interacting with this girl due to his last failure with a Gryffindor, but soon found out to his surprise that this girl was much different. Over the course of a few weeks, the two became inseparable. Although Severus knew that Lily Potter would always have a place in his heart, Jane also created a space as well, which resulted in the young Hogwarts students eventually falling in love. Severus shared all of his "firsts" with Jane and he truly believed they would remain together forever. Upon graduating from Hogwarts, Severus became clueless of what his purpose in life truly was. Although Jane hinted towards the two joining Dumbledore's secret organization, the Order of the Phoenix, to combat Lord Voldemort, Severus found himself leaning more towards joining Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was true and always will be true that Severus loved Jane dearly, but his lack of confidence in himself convinced him that he was undeserving of Jane's love. August 27, 1979 was the last time he looked Jane in the eyes.

"I believe you deserved to know" The old headmaster said with despair in his eyes as he turned to walk away.

Severus watched as Dumbledore disappeared into the rainy night before shutting the door.

The thirty days that followed that dreadful night became increasingly disheartening as the days went by. Severus couldn't understand how not seeing a person for 2 years could make grieving a person even more heart wrenching. He sat in silence most days, staring outside the window as people passed by. He did not feel sadness. He believed that shutting off the feeling of sadness for all those years in his life made it impossible for him to feel that feeling ever again.

He recognized very soon that his theory was completely wrong. On October 31, 1981, Severus remained in his study, waiting for confirmation that the prophecy he worked so hard on making fail actually worked. He closed his eyes as he remembered overhearing the prophecy of the Potter Family's new child. Severus knew what the fate of the family (mostly Lily's fate) would be if the prophecy was foretold. He cringed at the thought.

As the clock stuck 10 o'clock, Severus heard a knock at his door. He closed his eyes as he remembered what happened the last time there was a strange knock at his door. Severus stood up and walked towards the front door, revealing Albus Dumbledore once again behind it. It took Severus 30 seconds to recognize the familiar look on the headmaster's face and 20 more seconds to apparate out of his home and to the location the Potter's once resided. Soon after, everything went black.

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Three weeks went by in a flash through Severus' eyes. He spent his days drowning his many sorrows with fire whisky and anything else he could find. If he had the choice, he would have continued that routine for months, but his duties eventually called to begin teaching at Hogwarts like he promised.

Preparing to visit his old school was one of the most challenging duties he experience in awhile. Hogwarts reminded him only of his two lovers who no longer existed on this planet.

That Sunday afternoon, Severus grabbed whatever belongings he needed and groaned as he apparated out of his tiny home on Spinners End to the large castle well recognized by Severus. He thought to himself as he walked onto the castle's grounds of why Dumbledore asked him to visit the school of all days. He crossed his fingers as he walked through the doors that the headmaster would hopefully relieve him of his duty to teach so that he could return to spending every day in sorrow.

As he approached the office that belonged to Headmaster Dumbledore, he heard a familiar voice belonging to an old teacher and friend, Minerva McGonagall.

"Ah," The headmaster began to speak "Severus please come in."

Severus stepped forward and continued to exchange glances between Minerva and Dumbledore.

"How are you doing Severus?" Minerva spoke with a sorrowful voice.

Severus breathed in deeply "I've been better."

The three remained silent for what seemed like ages until Dumbledore spoke once more.

"I've been meaning to give you some space and time to grieve Severus...and I hope I succeeded in that" The headmaster spoke.

Severus closed his eyes as he thought to himself it surely wasn't enough time.

"I have thought through this conversation with you for weeks now Severus and I can't seem to find the right way of going about it." Dumbledore spoke again. "As I said before, my intentions were to allow you to grieve until you are ready, but certain events have caused me to cut that break short."

Dumbledore went silent causing Severus' mind to race. What possibly could have happened now? Severus remained where he was and waited for the headmaster to speak again.

"I was visited a week ago by someone who is familiar to us both. We all thought of how to possibly go about this but of course, there is no right way..." Dumbledore stepped aside, causing Severus' attention to go towards a person walking out of the room in the back of the headmaster's office.

Severus soon realized that the person walking out was Remus Lupin, an old classmate he was not too fond of holding...a child? This caused the situation to become even more confusing in Severus' mind. He examined the child who looked to be about one or two years old in Lupin's arms. He studied the child, taking in every little feature. He started by looking at the tiny, jet black curls on top of her head which matched the color of the child's glossy eyes. As he stared more and more at the fragile little girl, his heart soon sank from his chest. The more he studied the child, the more he saw her: Jane.

"W-what is this?" Severus questioned as he took in an icy cold breath.

"She brought her to me the night before she died Severus." Remus Lupin finally spoke up "You were no longer in the picture and wasn't supposed to know about her...but Jane's fate shifted and she begged me to make sure she would be in your life."

Severus stood frozen as his mind went blank. A child? My child?

"N-no. You have to be mistaken. There is no way that I have a child" Severus stammered.

The three stared at Severus as they knew Severus was only in shock and that he knew what Remus was stating was the truth.

Severus focused his attention back on Dumbledore "Albus...I cannot take care of a child. I can barely take care of myself."

Remus stepped closer and began to speak once again "The child belongs to you Severus. I understand that we have not always been on the best terms, but Jane made me her Godfather...I can help you. It's what Jane wanted."

What Jane wanted. How could he choose to continue to disappoint the woman he loved? The woman who's death he blamed himself for.

"Just hold her for a second Severus." McGonagall spoke up "hold her and see how you feel."

Remus slowly walked in Severus' direction until they were met face to face. Severus hesitated as Remus slowly passed the now sleepy infant. The child came closer and closer to Severus' shaky hands as he quickly found himself holding her in cradle position. His body tensed up at the strange feeling. Severus was never fond of children and typically tried his best to stay away from them as much as possible, making his new teaching position very ironic. The child moved slowly in his arms, finding a comfortable position in his rigid arms.

"She has your eyes Severus." McGonagall spoke again.

A million thoughts raced through Severus' head along with panic. He couldn't be a father. He didn't know how to be father.— then quicker than the million panicking thoughts, Severus experienced a different feeling he could barely recognize— serenity.

The child looked up at him with her beady, onyx colored eyes as he recognized the face. There was no denying that the infant belonged to Severus; they shared the same phenotypic traits, but above all else, she was an exact copy of Jane. Tears welled up in his eyes, causing the thoughts in his head to turn once more. He had a child. He was a father.

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3 Years Later. January 10, 1984

Outside the kitchen window on Spinners End, Severus watched as tiny snowflakes hit the ice cold ground in his yard. He continued to stare out the window as he mixed hot oats in a bowl that looked as if it were made for a mouse. If the Severus now was able to go back in time to four years ago to tell himself that he was a father and actually enjoy it, he believed he would have used the killing curse on himself.

He set the bowl on his kitchen table and then proceeded to walk down the hall to a tiny room at the end. As he walked inside, he proceeded to take in the sight of his daughters room. He looked at the walls that were painted a faint shade of pink. As he made his way toward the window, he was cautious to not step on the tiny dolls and and trinkets that were laying on the floor. Severus then pulled back the matching pink curtains on the window, revealing the sunlight.

He then made this way toward the tiny bed in the corner, slowly pulling back the duvet.

He bent down and touched the soft skin on his daughters arms "Calliope" He whispered to not startle his now groggy toddler.

Calliope. The child's name was revealed to him when he first met her on that Fall day 3 years ago. The second he heard it, the tiniest smile appeared on Severus' face. During Jane's younger years at Hogwarts, she spent most of her time reading books. Jane spent many of her years with Severus studying "Greek mythology" and reading out of poetry books to him while he studied. It only made sense that she named her daughter after the Greek goddess of eloquence and poetry. Calliope's middle name had not been given, which resulted in Severus accomplishing that duty instead. After holding the tiny infant in his arms for over an hour, he finally declared that she would be named Calliope Jane Snape.

Once Calliope was fully awake, she crawled out of bed and followed Severus to the kitchen to begin breakfast. He helped her into her chair and handed her a spoon, signaling for Calliope to begin eating. He took his place in the chair beside her and began to look through the mail that arrived earlier that morning. As he shuffled through the many newsletters and bills, he eventually pulled out a postcard with the words "from Uncle Lupin" on the front.

Remus kept his word when he told Severus three years ago that he would remain in Calliope's life to help out. Severus was not always particularly happy about Lupin's presence due to the rivalry they had in school, but Severus pushed his hatred aside for his daughter's sake. Calliope loved when her Uncle Lupin was around (which was more often than sometimes wanted). He had been at the Snape residence for almost every important milestone. He was around for Calliope's first steps, first words, and many more milestones. Although Lupin's presence was not always wanted, the two never let that affect their excitement and love for the toddler.

The days continued at a normal fashion and Severus believed his life was finally stable. But just as he imagined his past self at the beginning of the week, he could see his future self shaking his head in disappointment.

It was another cold morning on September 13, 1984 when an unexpected knock came from the door. Severus looked up from his newspaper and began to feel deja-vu. He hesitated and for a split second thought about ignoring the knock, as every time an unexpected guest arrives at his doorstep, it's never a good sign. He snapped out of his thoughts and walked swiftly to greet the unknown guest outside. As he opened the door the deja-vu feeling returned as he faced Albus Dumbledore. A confused look spread on his face as he noticed a person was standing next to him...the Hogwarts professor of Divination, Sybill Trelawney.

"Good morning" Severus greeted the two with a confused look remaining on his face.

"Good morning Severus" Albus spoke "may we come in?"

Severus allowed the two into his living area as the three took a seat and sat in silence for a few moments.

"I really do hate to create a trend Severus" the headmaster spoke again causing a sarcastic chuckle to come from Severus "but I'm afraid Professor Trelawney has some dire information for you."

Professor Trelawney took a breathe before looking at Severus "There is another prophecy..." she stated causing worry to spread through Severus' body.

"...which is?" Severus questioned.

"You must get young Calliope somewhere safe tonight Severus. It was not fully clear, but I am led to believe that Bellatrix Lestrange has plans to harm your daughter in revenge tonight."

Severus froze. He thought back to how content he was ten minutes ago, and now it is spoiled.

"I do not understand. Where exactly is 'somewhere safe'?" Severus began.

"Anywhere you can think of Severus. Bellatrix is simple minded. She will come straight to you with the intention that Calliope is here. But you must act fast before she realizes otherwise" Dumbledore added in.

Severus froze once more and thought about every possibility that could occur. He snapped back to reality in a flash and moved swiftly to his daughters bedroom. He grabbed everything in sight that he believed the toddler may need for overnight and then rushed her toward the living room.

"There is a woman that lives in Little Hangleton that has helped us in situations such as these before Severus. If you have no thought of where she could go, I assure you that Calliope could hide there." Albus broke the silence.

Severus stopped in his tracks. He had no family she could go to. He could not leave her with Remus as that was too predictable, but he also did not feel okay with sending his daughter to a stranger's home. He fought with the ideas in his head and eventually came to terms with the realization that this unknown woman was the only option. He answered Albus' suggestion with just a nod.

The news got to Remus quickly. Soon enough, he was on the doorstep on Spinners End with an equal amount of terror. Severus and Remus decided unanimously that they both would stay at the Snape household that night to face Bellatrix due to the fact that they would be much stronger together.

As the evening approached, Severus recognized that it was time to send Calliope into hiding. He zipped up her winter coat and bent down to look her in the eyes.

"You're going to have a sleepover." He informed the four year old as she stared at him blankly.

He stood up and walked her over to the headmaster waiting in the doorway. Severus handed him a bottle with the label 'Sleeping Draught'. Severus kissed his daughters forehead one last time and watched as the old headmaster apparated away with the child.

Three hours felt like forever as Severus and Remus sat in the living room on Spinners End. The slightest sounds that occurred every ten minutes triggered the two men to grab their wands and prepare for battle. Severus eventually began to question the truthfulness of the prophecy that Trelawney had told him earlier that day. The irritation was seen on Remus' face as well. He paced back and forth around the room and waited anxiously. To calm his nerves, he turned on the radio that sat on top of the living room mantel. The two remained in silence as the listened to the speaker on the radio deliver news.

Another hour passed and Severus became even more suspicious about the so-called prophecy. Just as Severus stood up to go retrieve his daughter, the radio began to attract his attention.

"We were just given word that a home in the Little Hangleton area was under attack. We are made to believe the people behind this attack are former Death Eaters. We are waiting on information about any casualties" the radio voice spoke.

For the first time all day, Severus spent no time thinking. He quickly grabbed his wand and apparated to the location Dumbledore told him his daughter would be.

As his surroundings became visible again, Severus found himself standing outside of a small house on a dead end street. His heart dropped to his stomach and he began to panic as he noticed a multitude of people standing outside of the tiny house, one of the people being Albus Dumbledore. Severus swallowed the lump in his throat and sprinted towards the house, not stopping for anywhere. As he stepped foot inside, he noticed a woman that looked to be in her mid-fifties lying on the floor. This caused him to panic even more. He looked around for any clue of where his daughter might be, eventually choosing to run up the stairs. He ran for the only room in the hallway with a wide open door, quickly wishing he hadn't done that. It took all of his strength to not drop to the floor at the sight of his daughter. If it hadn't been for the small pool of blood forming on her stomach, it looked as if Calliope was peacefully sleeping. He rushed to the bed and began to pull her out from under the quilt. He had no more strength as he dropped to his knees, holding the four year old in his arms. Tears streamed down his eyes as he choked on his breath, not knowing what to do. He looked up as he saw Albus walking into the room.

"Y-YOU LIED" Severus yelled at the headmaster "I TRUSTED YOUR PROMISES TWICE A-AND YOU HAVE NOT KEPT ONE" tears still flowing down his now scalding hot cheeks.

He rocked back and forth as he looked at his daughter who's breaths barely existed.

He had only known the child for three years, and yet she had become the only important thing in his life. Severus pulled out his wand as he declared to himself that he would not lose young Calliope without trying everything he had to save her. He examined where she was wounded and pointed his wand to the laceration on her abdomen.

"Vulnera Sanentur" He whispered with a shaky voice "Vulnera Sanentur"

He repeated the incantation over and over as he held onto Calliope's almost lifeless body. The tears still streaming from his eyes almost blinded him enough to where he did not realize that Calliope's breathing started to become stronger and stronger.

"Severus..." Remus, who was now standing in the room as well, spoke "don't stop. I think it's working."

"Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur..." Severus repeated over and over.

Several minutes went by and Severus slowly stopped whispering the incantation. He stared as the open wounds slowly disappeared from Calliope's body. He small smile of relief quickly flashed onto Severus' face as he felt her heartbeat speed up and watched her skin return to a normal color.

His breath hitched once more as he pulled the young girl into his chest and rocked back and forth whispering to himself "Thank you. Thank you..."