#snager fanfic

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Owned - Chapter 25 - now complete!

Hard to believe the last chapter is finally here! I’m feeling bittersweet about it. I have so so so much I could say about this fic and how much I loved writing it, but I will save that for other posts. In any case, hope y’all enjoy it! (and please consider leaving a comment if you do because it will make me happy)

Preview:

Outside Hermione’s office door, DMLE staff have been trailing home for the past hour to start their weekends, leaving only the on shift law enforcement officers behind. Her own assistant left twenty minutes ago. She still hasn’t quite broken her habit of working long hours, but tonight is different, special, so when the clock strikes half past five, she puts the final words and her signature on a memo, sends it out the door, and stands.

[reddokitsune]

Admiration

[finishthedamnstory]

June 1999:  Magical Blood Marriage Law to Take Effect Due to an unprecedented loss of life during the most recent Wizarding War and a lower-than-average number of currently recorded magical pregnancies, It has become necessary to enact a Marriage Law in hopes that birth numbers will rise. 

Hermione has finished her Hogwarts education and is preparing to leave for University when a Marriage Law sweeps the country forcing her and many people she loves to make impossible decisions. She just wants to get through this without landing herself in Azkaban, wait out the laws inevitable downfall, and come out the other side divorced and unchanged. However, some things just aren't that easy.

Prequel to the already published Every Other Weekend

[take-care-with-your-glasses]

Another update if you're interested

[naomijameston]

IT'S BACK!!!! 🥳 🎉 🎊 🍾 🥂 LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SSHG Feels Trip Fest 2024

Do you want to go on a short trip? This is your ticket 🎟️ to pack up your feels and join us on a trip 🚌 with Severus and Hermione.

Why a short trip? Because this is a Drabble and Art fest! We want to see a snapshot of emotion. For this fest, a Drabble is 100 words. Got more to say? No worries! Do a multiple drabble work! Need more words? A picture is worth a thousand words: add some art to your creation!

You can view the collection on AO3 here.

The Timeline:

Prompting opens: Now! Go fill out the form here!

Works due: May 31st end of day (your timezone)

Go questions? Send me (Echo, echofawind on Tumblr) an ask! I'm happy to help. I'm looking forward to reading your creations!

[tom--22--felton]

#Repost @quackers_of_tf

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A dedicated fan had her dream come true!

lilo.als: "Year 2004 - I notice a friend's book with a vivid illustration: "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", please lend it to read;

The year 2005-mom buys a CD with Harry's movies Potter, watching on DVD, portraying Hermione, putting scenes ®;

Year 2007, 2009, 2010 - I look forward to new movies on the Universe GP;

The year 2011 is the release date of the second movie The Deathly Gifts and the final part of the story;

Periodically appear parts of the spin-off screens

"Fantastic creatures" that zhanna.0312 and I go to the movies;

Year 2019-1 name my son after the main character-

Даниела Рэдклиффа;

Since 2020, I discovered the channels of Beard Dumboldor, The One Who Can't Be Named, HPTVLive;

Year 2021-2023 begins - I go to quizzes, concerts dedicated to the franchise;

Year 2023 mid-day reading fanfics on Dramion, Snager and others for a whole day;

Year 2023 fall - flying to t22felton to give him a gift, I don't sleep at night, I'm worried...

12.11.23-the long-awaited meeting, the wait lasted more than 10 years

A dream come true"

Quack Quack

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#TomFelton #TomFeltonFans #FeltonFans #FansOfTomFelton #TomFeltonSelfie #TomFeltonAstana #TomFeltonSciFi #TomFeltonSmiles #TomFeltonActing #TomFeltonWork #TomFeltonActor #TomFeltonAutograph #TomFeltonFilming #FeltonFilms #TomFeltonKazakhstan

[lunap999]

A birthday present for @lhbeauty from @frenchpresswriter and I!

[itscutebookworm]

Don’t tell me this has never happened to you 😁

[chiasant]

Inspired by "Apenas um Beijo" by CherikDestler. AO3 _______________🦋__________________ Inspirado em "Apenas um Beijo" de CherikDestler. AO3 || Spirit || Wattpad #severussnape #severus #snape #snamione #hermionegranger #sevmione #granger #potterhead #harrypotter #snager #fanart #hpfanart #harrypotterfanart #harrypotterfandom #sshg #sshgfanart #sshgfanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #hpfanfiction #snamionefanart #snapeart #chiasan (em Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiZAKtljUMh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Owned - Chapter 23

We are barrelling towards the end of this fic! Those annoyed by the lack of smut in the last several chapters will be pleased again.

Preview:

Hermione wakes up feeling warm and safe, and for a moment, thinks she might be in a dream. But she opens her eyes to find her head on Severus’s shoulder, her arm thrown over his firm chest and a leg crooked over his thigh. He holds a small book in one hand, a slight smile on his thin lips as his eyes scan the page. Lifting her hand, she touches his jaw, making him startle.

“Sorry,” she apologizes, but all he does is smile.

“Good nap?” he asks.

“I had a very comfortable pillow,” she replies.

[rinoaebastel]

Guard up!

One of my Sevmione draws based on my fanfic When all is Lost, One is Found. You can read it here if you are curious. I have english and spanish version :3 This draw makes reference to the chapter called: Return to Lady Slipper. Paring: Severus x LEGAL Hermione. Fandom: Harry Potter. I'm scared to post this here. lol.

[snamioneconfessions]

I am 100% sure that my friends and family will be creeped out by my otp so I always make sure that no one's around me when I read snamione fics.

Artist: foxyx

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Title : Sunflowers & Sunshowers --🌻 & 🌦 -- Chapter 6 Chapter Title: Love, Laughter, & Happily Ever After Main Pairing(s): Ron/Lavender, Hermione/Severus Chapter Summary:

Hermione seemed surprised by this greeting at first, glancing at Ron and then back to Lavender, before she broke into a pleased smile, taking Lavender’s hand. “You too Lavender, I heard you'd returned to London.” “Yes, at the end of spring,” Lavender answered, pulling her hand back and nodding at her former Potion’s Professor with the respect he was due. “Hello, Professor Snape.” “Miss Brown,” he said softly, ever so slightly inclining his head. After the greeting, there was a quiet moment as the four of them looked at each other, equally unsure what to do now. 

Content and Trigger Warnings: None Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38474002/chapters/100067364 Author's Notes: The final chapter of my Ron/Lavender is up, and it features them and Severus and Hermione getting some closure.

[lunap999]

Best birthday present ever?

An Invitation

Characters/Pairings: Severus/Hermione, Violet Snape (OC) Summary: Severus and Hermione have settled into the quietest life they can following the end of the Second Wizarding World. They own a little business and live in their cottage with their daughter Violet. An invitation for a holiday may stir things up a bit, but who says that has to be a bad thing?

Rating: Mature (Suggestive Themes) Word Count: 2125

“Bloody bird,” Severus mumbled as he tried to straighten his now crinkled daily prophet. His lips curled downward as the owl shook its head and tried to steady itself; the letter had planted itself firmly in a stick of softened butter, “You’d think after all this time the Weasley’s would have invested in a halfway decent messenger by now.” His distaste for the family or at least their expansive brood went back years and years to Bill’s early years at Hogwarts. It was mostly harmless.

Hermione hid her smile by turning back to the stove, stirring the morning’s porridge as she added a flavor changing serum to liven it up a bit. She’d never say it aloud, but she somewhat enjoyed her husband’s jealousy towards her high school sweetheart. Ron had been on Snape’s last nerve from the first day of their first year - being friends with Harry didn’t help his cause. But the few years post-war and post-Hogwarts when she and Ron still dated - he’d clearly detested him the most. 

She’d had no idea Severus fancied her at all until the first Order reunion after the breakup. She’d been single all of a month. He’d approached her straight away, which seemed a bit odd at the time. Even more odd was later in the evening when he’d asked her to dance. She sighed happily at the thought of dancing with him. His long legs and smooth movements, his quiet confidence. 

“Oh Papa, Errol’s a good bird, just a bit clumsy,” Violet leaned far over the table, having to kneel in her chair as she stroked the greying birds feathers. She offered him a bit of her scone. The bird gently nibbled her fingers, causing her to giggle and her eyes to flash purple. She plucked the letter from the butter, her tiny hands careful as she used her napkin to wipe the mess from the envelope, “See, all’s well, Papa,” 

She waved as Errol nearly missed the open window, flying off.

He held out his hand as Violet clammored over the chairs around the table to him. She placed the letter in his waiting palm as she stood on a chair next to him. She craned her neck to see the letter. 

“It’s for you,” He said, reading the greeting line, recognizing Molly Weasley’s flowy penmanship. He held the letter behind him as Hermione plucked it from his fingers.

“Oh, how sweet. Molly wants us to come for a holiday. I’d imagine they have all sorts of room in the new burrow with everyone grown and gone. What do you think, Sev? Fancy a drive out into the countryside?” She smirked knowing his thoughts by now. He’d stare off and remind her that apparition was far more convenient than her fossil fuel driven muggle contraption. She’s retort with a defence that it was only mentioned in a cliche’d manner. 

“Papa, Papa, Papa, can we go??” Violet now climbed in his lap, her tiny legs with their pointy, jabby knees digging into his thigh as she ascended his tall form, “We ‘aven’t seen Aunt Molly in ages,” She begged, trying not to facetiously pout. Her curly black pigtails bounced as she attempted to contain her squirm of excitement. 

His sigh almost sounded annoyed, though both girls knew it was his last line of resistance before he’d give in. 

“Will that daft git, Ronald, be there?” He picked his paper back up and shook it to straighten the creases; Violet turned in his lap to read along with him, laying her head back against his chest. 

“Doubtful,” Hermione was doing a poor job of hiding her amusement. She placed the bowls on the table, joining them now. She creamed and sugared Violet’s bowl before preparing her own, “He’s travelling with a regional Quidditch team as an alternate. Likely Molly misses the din of people around. That’d be my guess for the invite.” She bit the corner off her toast as his dark eyes peered over the top of his paper to meet hers. Though it was covered by the rest of the Daily Prophet, she knew he held a sour countenance. 

“I know you’d rather not be particularly social, but it might be nice to holiday. Just a few days?” She appealed to him with a bit of a compromise from the week long stay Molly had offered. 

“Papa, we can get some shrivelfigs! Aunt Molly has that lovely grove in the back. I bet there’s lots of good ingredients we could get for the laboratory!” Violet might have been just a small girl, barely the age of five, but she was clever and intuitive - she knew how to persuade her father in a way that didn’t make him feel taken advantage of, but rather part of the advantageous.

“I suppose there are worse places to take our holiday -” He waited longer than necessary to affirm his participation, “Will the store be properly staffed?” He questioned Hermione, laying his paper down once more. Violet looked back and forth between her parents. 

“As if I hadn’t already considered that,” Hermione cocked an eyebrow as she pointed Violet to her seat. She wriggled from her father’s lap, but didn’t once take her concentration from the conversation, “We were due for some time away from the apothecary, so I’d already filled any vacancies.” 

“Put your napkin over your jumper, little miss,” Severus said just before she was about to blindly scoop a heaping spoonful. She tucked a napkin into her neckline, protecting the green velvet jumper, covering the silvery embroidered ‘V’, “We could use a bit of countryside,”

Hermione knew that was as close to an affirmative answer she’d wrangle from her husband. 

“Yaaay!!!” Violet cheered, flinging her spoon in her pumping fists. The porridge on it sailed through the air, landing on her father’s freshly pressed clothing. Luckily his cloak was still hanging by the door, but his trousers and black buttoned coat had a less lucky fate. Violet went wide eyed, covering her gaping mouth with her hand. Hermione’s eyes widened as well, but her hand concealed a smile of amusement more so than a gasp of shock. With Violet being so young and unable to legally practice magical spells, they did a number of things without them. Occasionally they would teach her something or user a bit of magic here and there, but in this moment, Hermione could see that he wanted to whip out his wand and clean the soiled garment, but her eyes warned him not to. He pursed his lips the way he always did that made the corners almost curl upwards. 

“I’m sorry, Papa…” Violet seemed apprehensive, worried she might draw scorn. But as always, Severus remained calm with her - Hermione was often amazed at his even temperament when it came to raising their child. She’d witnessed many times where his patience was thin at best and his temper short-fused. 

“Violet, you must remember to be aware of yourself and your actions,” He tried brushing away the mess, but the black cloth shown stains all to obviously, “I ought to change again,” His own napkin snapped to the table as he stood. The chair legs scooted against the floor. He glanced back at his daughter whose eyes flashed purple again behind the welled up tears, “I don’t care for this shirt much, anyway,” He did not smile but there was a subtle wink as he excused himself. Hermione wasn’t even sure he really had until the tender smile on her daughter’s face gave him away. 

“Finish up and go collect your books, it’s almost time for school,” Hermione ushered her daughter to finish breakfast. She finished the last few bites of her own before excusing herself from the table as well.

Severus hadn’t been particularly thrilled with the idea of his child attending a muggle primary school. It took quite a bit of coaxing and outright bribery to win over his agreement. 

“Who’d have ever thought that a five-year-old girl would have Severus Snape wrapped around her tiny little pink painted finger?” Hermione teased Severus as she entered their bedroom. He was unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, stone faced as ever. Though she teased, she still approached him, starting to unbutton the main division of his coat. 

“I could imagine you’re somewhat jealous of that fact. So many men are similarly taken with their wives while you lose out to a toddler.” His sarcasm and satire were always so dry and subtle that a less keen ear wouldn’t have picked up on them. But after all this time, Hermione had learned much about being in the affections of Severus Snape. He was clever and funny, but in his own unique fashion. You had to work to understand him and not react with too much impulse. His rapport was challenging and its what Hermione needed to stay engaged and interested.

They were far more of a pair than either of them (or any one else on Earth for that matter) had imagined. 

“I’m not worried about my place in this family, not one bit,” She replied with a confidence that matched his wit, “I’m not easily threatened, darling,” Her words sounded sweet, but they were equally venomous. 

“Oh?” He cocked his eyebrow, his eyes darting towards their bedroom door, barely cracked open, “Are you also not easily…” His hand slid behind her neck, snaking up into her hair as he grabbed a handful of her curly mane, “manipulated?” He titled her head back as that small gasp escaped her lips. She had to steady her body by pressing into his. His chest and torso were bare as his shirts hung open. 

“If I recall correctly, you respond rather well to being told e x a c t l y what to do,” His voice quieted - he leaned forward, letting his hot breath and lips graze the exposed arc of her neck, “In fact, I bet if I slip my hand down your knickers I’ll find a soaking wet cunt desperate for,” he purposefully stunted his words, his eyes drinking in every feature, every instinctual reaction of her body, “Satisfaction,”  

“You think so?” She tried to sound contrary, but she struggled, “Cocky sod, aren’t you…” 

A chuckled hummed in his throat; that sound alone could obliviate her knickers in an instant.

“I like it when your feisty,” He released her hair and the two stood toe to toe, breath to breath reveling in their own sexual tension. 

“I’m ready!!” Violet’s cheery voice called from down the stairs and Hermione tried to unflush her cheeks. 

“Perhaps when you return from dropping Violet off, we could start our own little holiday a bit early,” He suggested, his finger tip tracing the line of her lower lip. She’d grown into such an incredibly attractive and desirable witch of a woman. He couldn’t believe how often he was compelled to touch her. 

Hermione smirked, kissing the tip of his finger before suckling it, letting her tongue slowly and lazily swirl around it. 

“Perhaps when I get back, Professor Snape might feel like putting a naughty little school girl in her place…” She suggested before kissing his lips softly and retreating from their room to leave him with that thought. 

She’d been surprisingly open to being sexually adventurous with him; for them roleplaying wasn’t entirely taboo, but considering he had been her professor, this was maybe a little more so. He redressed in something he often wore as a teacher, imagining the way Hermione still fit marvelously well into her school uniform, though she filled out the sweater slightly more now. She’d fashioned the skirt slightly shorter, the v-neck lower; she played the part of a naughty student well considering how well behaved of a student she’d been…for the most part. 

Just as he buttoned up his shirt, Violet burst through the door, her arms wide open for her father. He knelt down without hesitation and accepted her into his own embrace. She was a spectacular child and he loved her deeply, moreso than he’d even imagined. 

“Love you, Papa,” She whispered, pulling away slightly.

“And I you, my little flower,” He tapped her forehead with his own then gently nuzzled the tip of his nose to hers. As she ran off again, Hermione stood in the doorway smiling. Severus Snape as a doting, affectionate father (at least in his own way) was not a sight that anyone could have predicted, crystal ball or no.

“You know, the two of you can be nauseatingly sweet sometimes,” She ribbed him a little before following their daughter out of the house.

“Disrespecting the faculty,” He murmured to himself before smiling wickedly, “That’s worth at least one detention, Miss Granger.”

[justadearie]

Severus Snape’s Halloween Costume

I’m not much of an artist, but the most recent chapter of @PaintOnTheSky story Short Straw got me inspired to draw Severus Snape with his little Kitty ears. If you want to grab a sticker version you can do so here!

[lunap999]

My second entry for the @snapebang with @crochetawayhpff. 

Soul Fire - crochetaway - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape Characters: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Regulus Black Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel Summary:

Severus wants his heart's desire more than anything in the world. When he finds a ritual to bring him to it, he does it without hesitation. Except, he doesn't end up in Lily Evans dormitory as expected, but twenty-one years into the future.