Mother In Law From Hell!

I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters nor am I making any money by writing this. I wrote this story in response to a challengitteitten by Kristen. It does contain HG/SS pairing, of course and is NC-17.

A huge thank you to snapesbbwlover, who beta read this for me!

Due to a few constructiritiriticisms, I have opted to rewrite this story and add a little more insight to Hermione and Severus’ thought that will hopefully justify their actions. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 – Snape’s Mother

“Severus my son, your mother is here to see you,” spoke Albus dryly. These were the only words that could make a grown Death Eater pass out. Well, he didn’t really pass out, but the thought occurred to him. The last time he saw his mother was when she congratulated him on becoming a Death Eater.

Severus sighed and made his way into Albus’ office. He sat in the chair closest to the door, ignoring his mother completely.

“Hello my son,” she spoke softly. She was a thin, petite woman with black eyes. Her expression was soft and gentle, yet her eyes made it cleae wae was not one to trifle with. Her graying black hair was pulled into a tight bun. She wore a black dress with dark green trim, proudly displaying the Slytherin colors.

“Mother,” he nodded, only glancing at her and not making eye contact.

Many wizards truly underestimated his mother and for a long time, so did he. It was only when Voldemort was at his highest power did Severus understand his mother’s true motives. She was all about pureblood wizards and nothing else. With pureblood wizards came honor, respect and nobility. The name Snape carried all of this and with Severus being her only son, she was ready to take the next step in securing the line of Snapes.

“Severus, we have much to talk about. Will you please join me?” she asked sweetly. Being the respectful son he had been raised to be, he stood and offered his arm. His mother took it and together they left Albus’ office.

Silently, Severus led her to his office, not wanting her near his private chambers. It was enough that she was at Hogwarts, invading his space, but he was not about to share any more than required. The two were quite a picture as they glided together toward his office, both exhibiting true Slytherins.

“Sit down mother,” he said dryly. He took his seat behind his desk.

“Are you not going to offer me some tea?” she smiled.

“You were drinking tea with the Headmaster. Do you require more?” he said harshly.

“Okay Severus,” she snapped, “You know I am not here to tell you how much I love you.” Behind closed doors, their true feelings were not hidden from each other.

“Clearly, as I am only tolerating your presence.”

“I am an old woman Severus.”

“You’re only 53,” he snapped. “I don’t know why you like to change the color of your hair. You shouldn’t tha that much gray.”

“With a son your age, I should look this old.”

“Ha, if you had had me at a decent age, yes, but you couldn’t keep your legs closed. Instead you got pregnant with me when you were only 13!”

“Your father raped me!” she snapped.

“Nice try mother. You can’t rape the willing,” he glared at her.

“You’re pathetic Severus.”
“No more than you mother.” They both eyed each other dangerously before looking away.

“Here’s the deal Severus. I do not receive my share of the family inheritance until you marry a pureblood witch.”

“I have plenty of time to get married. I am in no rush.”

“I am.”

“Why?” he sneered, knowing everything she did was for her own selfish reasons.

She sighed, trying to look pitiful. “Give it a rest mother.”

“Fine, I am almost out of money,” she snapped, giving him the evil eye again.

“Too bad.”

“Severus, you need to get married now!”

“No.”

“You were always a disappointment!”

“Just as you are mother.” They both stood up. He opened the door to his office, hinting that it was time to leave. She grabbed her bag and stormed to the door. “Oh and get used to disappointment mother. I have no intentions of getting married.”

Standing in the doorway, she turned to say something, but he slammed the door in her face, quickly placing a ward on it.

“You son of a h!” h!” he heard her yell before storming down the hallway.

Severus took a hidden passageway in his office that led directly to his private chambers. He walked straight to his a bottle of fire whiskey and poured himself a double shot. Slamming it, he poured another. ‘Damn her,’ he thought. He almost envied his father who was dead. At least he didn’t have to put up with that horrible woman anymore.

He remembered when he was little and how she would belittle his father. She yelled insult after insult while his father would patiently listen to her. He did everything he could to make his wife happy, but nothing would satisfy her. Severus remembered the one night his father stood up to her and began to yell back. He was stunned that his father had lost his temper and slapped his mother. Severus had to have been only five at the time. Crouched in a corner, he witnessed the whole thing, wishing his father would have hit her harder.

Pouring a third glass, he raised it in a silent toast to his father, congratulating him on escaping his mother. He slammed the fire whiskey and went back to his office. There were papers to be graded.
~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione Granger was walking toward the Great Hall for dinner. She was the Professor of Arithmacy at Hogwarts and was beginning her second year teaching. She rounded the corner and came face to face with Lady Snape, who was crying her eyes out.

“Oh my gosh! What’s wrong?” asked a very concerned Hermione. “Are you hurt?”


“Yes,” squeaked Lady Snape, wiping her tears with her handkerchief.

“Where? How?” asked Hermione, trying to find her wounds.

“My heart!” she cried, letting the tears flow freely. “My son has broken my heart!”


Hermione took a breath of relief, realizing it wasn’t a superficial wound. “I’m so sorry madam. Is there anything I can do to help?” She wasn’t about to interfere in another family’s business, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“I love my son so much, yet he turns his back on me,” she wailed. Hermione pulled out her own handkerchief and handed it to the woman. Lady Snape took it graciously and wiped her tears again, but this time she took a closer look at Hermione. Sniffing a little, she dried her tears. “Do you work here dear?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes I do. My name is Hermione Granger. I teach Arithmacy,” she smiled.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Lady Snape, Severus Snape’s mother,” she offered her hand to Hermione to be kissed. Hermione was so taken back when realizing it was Severus’ mother that she failed to kiss her hand.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” said Hermione, shaking her hand. Lady Snape was ready to pull her handy, by, but she thought better and decided to keep shaking the young woman’s hand.

“Hermione, are you married?” she asked slyly.

Severus was walking around the corner just in time to hear his mother asking Hermione this question.

“Mother,” he snapped, “She is Muggle born.” Lady Snape’s hand recoiled from Hermione’s instantly and she backed up several feet as if she had just been sprayed with venom.

Hermione was stunned at her reaction. Not even the Malfoy’s reacted that way to her.

“You are pathetic Severus, to be working with mudbloods! I will find you a suitable wife and soon.” His mother left quickly without looking back.

“Professor Granger,” he growled, “You must know by now my mother and I do not hold the same beliefs on being pureblood. Please don’t not let my mother’s first impressions add to your alrewretwretched opinion of me.” He walked past her, straight into the Great Hall without another word. Severus was fully aware that Hermione loathed him even though he thought highly of her. She had been his brightest and most talented not too mention the most intellectually gifted witch he had ever had the pleasure of working with, but he never shared this with her. He had never been able to share this with her. Actually talking to her would have been more difficult than facing Voldemort again. It was easier to ignore her.

Hermione had spoken less than ten words to Severus while working at Hogwarts. The only appearances he made, besides in class, were staff meetings and dinners in the Great Hall. She was on a first name basis with all the professors except Severus. She learned quickly that if she stayed out of his way, he would leave her alone. The only ones he ever held a conversation with were Albus, Minerr Rer Remus. Other than that, he treated everyone as if they didn’t exist. She tried not to take it personally, but she held him in such a high regard because of his bravery and his intelligence. It wasn’t until she attended college and saw other professors of potions did she truly appreciate the knowledge he had shared with her, especially during her seventh year N.E.W.T.s class. It was here he showed her the fine art of true potion making.

She walked into the Great Hall and took her seat next to Minerva and Poppy. Since becoming a staff member, she learned quickly that the women loved to gossip. She promised herself she would not be a part of it. So she decided that what happed with Ladape ape would not be mentioned.

Minerva and Poppy visited with her while she ate, but her mind was on Severus’ mother. Minerva had once mentioned she was a horrible woman and Hermione realized it was true. But what had Hermione even more puzzled was the last comment Severus had made, ‘Your already wretched opinion of me.’ She never considered her opinion of him wretched or even close to this. He was a cruel man with a lot of issues, but she had a deep found respect for him. He was like an acquired taste. It took almost seven years to appreciate him, but it was worth it. There were things about him that always left her breathless, like his ability put a defiant student in his place with only a few words along with the tone of his voice. No matter how hard she tried to reprimand defiant students, she could never compete with the master.

After dinner, Hermione found herself wandering the halls, absent-mindedly making her way down to the dungeons. She knocked in his door.

He opened it and glared at her. “What do you want?”

“I would like to speak with you Professor Snape.” Letting herself in, she walked past him, knowing he would never invite her in.

His eyes followed her, not believing she was standing in his private chambers, uninvited. He crossed his arms and hissed, “Make it quick.”

“Professor Snape, earlier you made a comment about my ‘wretched’ opinion of you. Sir, I do not have a wretched opinion of you. As a colleague and a former student, your knowledge in potions alone has earned my respect, not to mention the endless hours of work you contributed to the Order, bringing Voldemort to his death. Sir, my opinion of you is anything but ‘wretched.’ I hold you in the highest regard.” He paused, not believing she was saying this.

When she finished, he snapped, “Is that all Professor Granger?”


“Yes sir,” she smiled and quietly left. She had expected this reaction from him and was not fazed by his words. She had only wanted him to know how she really saw him.

“Miss Granger,” he called out to her, clearly showing a softer side by not using her professional title.

“Yes sir?”

“Thank you for not asking me about my mother.”

She smiled. “Your mother reminds me of mine.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he muttered.

“Excuse me sir?” not hearing what he said.

“Nothing Miss Granger.”

“Very well, I will see youorroorrow in the Great Hall for dinner.” She left without looking back, knowing their conversation was more than she had ever expec


~*~*~*~*~

Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was escorting Hermione to the Great Hall for dinner. Being a true gentleman, he pulled out her chair. She sat down and thanked him. He then took his assigned seat next to Severus and Madame Pince.

“She is a lovely lady,” Remus said quietly while serving his food.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Severus, irritably.

“It’s a shame I wasn’t younger. I would ask her out,” beamed Remus, glancing up at her.

“She’s too high class for you,” hissed Severus, taking a drink of tea.

“Indeed she is, but I can always dream.” Remus took a few bites of his food, thinking about what Severus said.

“Since when do you defend Hermione?” he asked.

Severus glared at the man, realizing he did just defend her. He fought back the urge to roll his eyes in disgust. His only response, “A flea is higher class than you Remus.”

“Cruel Severus, cruel, but then again, I would expect nothing less.” The two ate their meals a silence, as usual. Severus knew she was out of his league too and just had to accept it.

~*~*~*~*~

Severus made his way out of the Great Hall only to be greeted by one of the most beautiful woman he had ever eye eyes on. She was a stunning witch with long blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her green eyes twinkled as she winked at him. At first Severus turned to see who she was really winking at, but he was the only one in the hall.

“Severus Snape,” she purred, approaching him seductively. She was wearing a skin tight, red dress. Her hips sway erotically as she approached him. “My name is Belinda Stample. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She wrapped her arm around his while rubbing her body against him.

Hermione happened to walk out of the Great Hall and froze when she saw this beautiful woman wrapped around Severus. She was speechless, but didn’t dare say one word as she quickly passed by them. Deep down it bothered her as if she were jealous, but she shook her head and kept walking.

Severus was vaguely aware of Hermione passing. He was more concerned about what this woman wanted. Grabbing her arm and ripping her from him, his hissed, “What do you want Miss Stample?”


“Oooh, I want you Severus,” she purred, trying to wrap her arm around him again. Severus rolled his eyes, realizing what was going on.

“No,” he said simply, taking her by the arm and dragging her to the main entrance. He knew his mother had sent her.

“But Severus, I promise I will be everything you ever wanted,” she pleaded.

“No,” he said again, adding, “tell my mother I am not getting married.” He shoved her, unceremoniously, out the front entrance and left. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘I should have bedded her first then kicked her out.’ An evil grin crossed his face as he made his way down to his dungeons, thinking he would take more time with the next one. Knowing how his mother worked, there would be more.


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