The Blowers Daughter

On receiving Snape’s frantically scrawled letter by owl, Hermione felt she had no choice but to go to him. She grabbed her dressing gown and quickly ran to his room.

“What is the meaning of this Severus?” she yelled as she entered his room, “Why am I in danger? You can’t lure me back with threats to my well-being!” She glanced around but realised that the room was empty. Sighing to herself, she was about to sit down and wait for him, but was distracted. The room was still dark, but there was a glowing light coming from a shelf in front of her. She cocked an eyebrow.

“Pensive,” she whispered to herself, before slowly approaching to bowl. Sure enough, inside rested Snape’s pensive, gently swirling in its silver basin. Hermione glanced around, did she dare invade his privacy? Guilt was eradicated as she thought of how he had wronged her, she deserved to know why he had left. Tentatively she dipped a finger into the silvery material, and felt the sudden and familiar swirling as she was sucked into Snape’s memories.



She had expected to find herself in one of Snape’s memories from Vienna, but was instead greeted by a memory she was very familiar with. It was the Yule ball of her sixth year, the ball where Snape had kissed her. She looked over and saw herself, blushing furiously as Malfoy asked for a dance in the rudest possible way.

“Evening Granger, you\'re looking rather impressive tonight,” he leered, a hand playing with a strand of Hermione’s hair. “Fancy a dance and then a trip back to my room? I’ll be happy to give you a quick ride.” Hermione watched herself smile innocently before throwing her drink over Malfoy.

“I’ll pass,” she said before turning away. Malfoy looked positively furious, but stalked away as he saw the staff approaching.

“Is everything running smoothly?” Snape appeared in front of Malfoy and Hermione. She smiled and nodded.

“Oh yes sir, I just wanted Malfoy to try the delectable punch,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. The corner of Snape’s mouth twitched, he was trying not to smile.

“Mister Malfoy, do you have anything to say?” he asked Malfoy, who shook his head. “Then I suggest Miss. Granger, that you stay away from Mr. Malfoy and stop causing trouble,” he drawled, before casting a quick cleansing charm over Malfoy, who returned to Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione glared at him angrily.

“You know as well as I Professor, that he deserved that drink!” she hissed at him. Snape shrugged.

“Miss. Granger, I suggest you return to the ball before I begin to take points and ruin your night,” he replied, before returning to the teacher’s table.

Hermione smiled to herself as she remembered the memory from her perspective. Throwing the drink over Malfoy would have been the greatest memory of her life, had the night finished there. Hermione felt the familiar swirling around her, and was suddenly propelled forward in time. She was now stood in the corridor outside of Great Hall. She watched the image unfold in front of her, but she needn’t bother, she had replayed this image in her head so many times she knew it perfectly. She looked over to see her pensive-self standing facing Snape, who was talking softly.

“Miss Granger, I just wanted a quick word,” he drawled.

“Is it about the potions project, I promise I’ll have it finished my next…” Pensive Hermione tried to explain, but Severus shook his head.

“No Miss. Granger, it isn’t about potions,” he said, his voice as cold as usual, “It’s about something else.” Pensive Hermione paused, clearly confused.

“Have I done something wrong sir?” she asked, “Please don’t just take this as an opportunity to insult me. And if it’s about Malfoy, I don’t care, don’t ruin my night!” Snape merely listened to Hermione’s outburst, and smiled slightly when she finished talking and realised what she had said. “Oh sir, I’m sorry I was so rude, its just I don’t want to be told off for throwing that drink over Malfoy!” When she had finished, she looked up at him, expecting him to take a thousand house points.

“Quite finished Miss Granger?” He replied haughtily, “I have not come here to punish you, I have come to ask for something.” Hermione eyed his suspiciously.

“I told you that I wouldn’t finish that work.” Hermione began to sigh in frustration.

“Miss Granger, I merely came to tell you that you were the most beautiful woman in that room tonight and I wish for a dance!” Snape practically yelled in frustration. Hermione froze mid-sentence.

“huh?” was all she could say. Snape smirked.

“The know-it-all is lost for words?” he said with a tight smile.

“Wouldn’t you be!” she cried in response, “Since when did you not hate me?!”

“I didn’t say I didn’t hate you, I just said you looked beautiful,” he replied coldly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“What are you, the Sphinx? Stop talking in riddles. Has Harry said something? I’ll kill him,” Hermione hissed, “If this is your idea of fun, winding me up because I may have a tiny crush on you, its not very funny.” Hermione looked up to see Severus cocking his eyebrow.

“I promise you that Harry has said nothing. Why in Merlin’s name would he?” It was now Snape’s turn to appear shocked, “Are you saying Miss Granger, that you may find me attractive?” Hermione narrowed her eyes and glared at Snape.

“Oh piss off, this is not a very funny joke,” she said, storming away from him. Snape caught her hand and pulled her to him before slipping his hand around her waist.

“I’m not joking,” he whispered, looking into her eyes, “One dance?” Hermione didn’t answer, but didn’t pull away. Rather she rested her hand on his shoulder.

“You could get fired for this, and I could get expelled!” she squeaked fearfully. Snape arched his eyebrows.

“Miss Granger, you shall not get expelled, and I doubt I will get fired,” he said soothingly, “One dance is not illegal!”

“Dumbledore will have you balls for interfering with a student,” she said before laughing softly. Snape smirked.

“Actually, it was he who kicked me out here to dance with you,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Hermione arched her eyebrows in curiosity.

“Care to explain?” She asked, as they swayed to the music.

“Dumbledore decided that as you are now seventeen, my fondness for you is no longer illegal .” he chuckled to himself.

“What fondness? You hate me!” she exclaimed. Snape rolled his eyes at her comments.

“Miss Granger I do not hate you! But until this war is over, everyone must think that I hate you and your little clique,” he said, his voice strained in frustration.

“So you don’t hate Harry and Ron?” she asked teasingly.

“Fine, perhaps those two,” he replied coolly, “but the fact is that don’t hate you! I’m actually quite fond of you, as I told Dumbledore. He thinks it’s because you’re my equal.” Hermione’s jaw dropped.

“Dumbledore doesn’t mind?” she cried out in shock.

“I didn’t say that! Why must you insist on changing my words!” Snape replied, irritation clear in his voice, “I’ve only felt like this since the beginning of sixth year, when you came back with normal hair, and a more feminine physique,” he said softly, “and your mind had matured also. No longer miss know-it-all, but a charming young woman. I am not the only member of staff that has been charmed by you.” Hermione stared at Snape in shock.

“So what do you want?” she asked softly, “now that I’m seventeen, you want to see me?” She could barely believe what she was saying, “as in, date me?” Snape looked away,

“Young person’s language is so infuriating. It makes everything seem so petty,” he whispered, “what I would really like is to possibly…maybe…without the others knowing of course, is to…see more of you, without yelling at you?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry, were you just lost for words?” Hermione whispered teasingly, “The big, scary potions teacher lost for words?” she asked, mimicking Snape’s previous comment regarding her loss of words.

“Miss. Granger, would you act like the adult you now are for one moment!” Snape growled in exasperation. Hermione grinned.

“Did you to talk to Dumbledore about me?” she asked with a smile. Snape rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” he replied coolly.

“What did you say?” She said, unable to hide her grin.

“I merely said that I cannot cope being around that insufferable know-it-all when she has that obnoxious grin on her face,” he said casually, making Hermione pout. “Alright, I said that I don’t think I should teach you since I now find you so attractive. And Dumbledore chuckled and said that between us, age doesn’t matter as much as it should because you are so much older than your body suggests, and that as soon as you turn seventeen, I should say something.”

“Silly old man,” Hermione laughed, “totally disregarding the teacher student code of conduct.”

“Yes well, I would quite accept for you to brush me aside and report me, it was a possibility I had to accept before being thrown out here by that barmy old fool,” Snape replied, removing his hand from her waist, but keeping hold of her hand.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Hermione said, a small smile creeping across her face, “Sometimes that old fool is right.” Snape cocked an eyebrow and returned his hand to her waist.

“If you say so Miss Granger,” he whispered teasingly. As the music outside ended, Hermione looked up at him.

“I should go,” she sighed, “maybe you could send me an owl?” Snape nodded and leant forward to kiss her cheek,

“My equal,” he whispered, allowing his lips to linger.


Real Hermione blushed as she remembered the conversation that had just taken place in front of her, when she became aware of a presence beside her. She turned to see Snape standing next to her. He didn’t look angry, merely arrogant, as he looked down at her.

“What are you doing with your head in my pensive?” He asked her in his best and most intimidating teacher voice. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, you weren’t here, I just wanted to see what you were thinking,” she said, ignoring his tone. He took her hand.

“Let me show you something,” he whispered, “It’s one of my favourite memories.” The room around them began to swirl again and when it had finished she realised that she was in Snape’s private chamber. Pensive Snape and Hermione sat at small dining table, a candelabrum with three lit tables between them, along with a spread of food. Real Hermione grinned and squeezed Snape’s hand,

“Trust you to have this as your favourite memory,” she laughed. Snape merely smirked and leant against the wall to watch the scene unfold.

“I refuse to sit and wear this ridiculous thing,” Pensive Snape hissed, holding up a small paper hat from a muggle cracker, “Why can’t we have magic crackers anyway? I never thought I would say this, but they are actually far more amusing.” Pensive Hermione cocked her eyebrow.

“Because this is my birthday and Christmas, and I wanted everything to be muggle!” she smirked, “So put on the crown.” Snape groaned and reluctantly put the hat on his head, before glaring at Hermione.

“Perfect, that means that you’ve eaten the muggle prepared turkey.” Hermione began to count on her fingers.

“Which was atrocious,” Snape interjected.

“Shut up Severus!” She said gaily as she continued to count on her fingers, “Pulled a muggle cracker. Eaten a muggle prepared Christmas pudding,”

“Why in Merlin’s name do you set it on fire?” Snape sneered, “I nearly lost my eyebrows,”

“Shut up Severus!” Hermione repeated in the same cheerful tone. “Played a game of muggle charades,”

“Speak of that one to the staff and I will kill you,” Snape huffed.

“Shut up Severus!” Hermione grinned, “Just because you lost,”

“How was I supposed to know that this.” Snape then proceeded to do the action for two syllables, “Didn’t mean the Dark mark?!” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, you’ve sung Christmas carols.” Hermione grinned and held up a muggle video camera, “I’m sure I’ll find some use for this tape. Blackmail maybe?” Snape narrowed his eyes and raised his wand to the video camera, which exploded in Hermione’s hand.

“Spoilsport! Anyway, I think there’s only one more muggle Christmas tradition for you to indulge in,” she said, smiling wickedly, before holding up a sprig of mistletoe.

“Ah, Viscaceae, a partial parasite, used for the treatment of burns in potions and Wicca magic in the muggle world. What are we going to do with that? Dance around a fire?” Severus remarked, his tone mocking. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

“I think we both know what muggles do under this,” she smirked, standing up and approaching him. He pushed his chair out and Hermione sat down in his lap, holding the mistletoe above them both.

“We kiss Severus,” she whispered, her tone as matter-of-fact as his had been previously. He smirked and kissed her. She returned it, and soon after his lips left her mouth and proceeded down her throat.

“You know Severus, today is my eighteenth birthday,” She whispered, stroking his hair as he kissed her collar bone and pulled away the red shirt she had been wearing to reveal a green bra. Severus smirked.

“Green and red? Interesting choice of colours.” He smirked, his hand reaching for her breast. Hermione smiled and kissed him.

“My eighteenth birthday Severus,” she whispered in his ear softly, “You know that what means.” Nervously she spread her legs a little to hint to him. Severus pulled away.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, his trousers suddenly feeling far to tight, “I didn’t expect you to just sleep with me as soon as you turned eighteen.” Hermione grinned teasingly.

“Didn’t you? I expected just that,” she whispered. Snape smirked and began to undo the final buttons on her shirt before slipping it off her shoulders. He muttered a quick contraceptive spell and then lifted her into his arms.

“I’m so glad you said that,” he replied, sounding incredibly relieved. Hermione laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. Real Snape and Hermione followed them, and watched as he sat down on the edge of his large bed. She began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his pale chest. Her gaze fixed on his as her hands moved to his trousers, unbuttoning them slowly.

“Are you sure?” he whispered again, pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against his embrace.

“Of course,” she replied, gently pulling his trousers off to reveal a pair of green boxers.

“How bloody predictable,” she whispered huskily, “Maybe I should change my underwear into a red and gold pair?” she suggested, her voice laced with teasing.

“Don’t you dare,” Snape replied, reaching for his wand and casting a quick spell over her jeans, causing them to melt off her onto the floor.

“That had better not be permanent,” she said, looking at the strange denim goo on the floor. Snape began to kiss her throat.

“Who cares?” He whispered, looking down at her underwear. They were green, with silver ribbons tying them together on either side of her hips. He smiled and gently tugged at the ribbon on her left side. They fell apart to reveal her naked flesh.

“Now they are ingenious,” he smirked, pulling the ribbon apart on the other side. She laughed as he gently lay her down on the bed and ran his hand down her hip and to her pubic mound. He gently slipped a finger inside of her, smirking a little when he found her wet. Hermione moaned gently and her muscles clenched around his finger. He slipped a second finger in and began to tease her nub with his thumb.

“Severus,” she sighed, pressing her hips against his fingers. He smiled and kissed her gently.

“Sure?” He whispered. Hermione rolled her eyes in frustration and leant up to kiss him aggressively, before rolling him onto his back and straddling him. To Severus’s surprise she mounted his erection, and began to rock back and forth on it. She looked down at him and smirked.

“What? You thought I was a virgin?” She laughed, leaning down to kiss him passionately. It was Severus’s turn to groan as she began to kiss his nipple, gently tugging it between her teeth.

“Merlin’s beard Hermione, why did you keep me waiting!” He cried out as he orgasmed. Hermione grinned wickedly and licked his earlobe.

“What? You assumed it darling,” She whispered, “Maybe I wasn’t as innocent as you first thought.”


Real Severus turned to Hermione and squeezed her hand again.

“You never did tell me who your first was,” he remarked curiously. Hermione grinned.

“I’m not sure that you would forgive me if I told you,” she replied, a wicked smile running across her features.

“Don’t tell me it was one of those imbeciles Potter or Weasley,” he groaned, shaking his head, “I can’t believe that didn’t put you off sex for life.” Hermione shook her head and smirked, “Oh not that God awful Krum boy.” Hermione shook her head again. “Who was it then?”

“When we’re old, and you can’t strangle me when I tell you because of arthritis and a catheter, I’ll tell you,” she said with a smile that told Severus she wasn’t going to tell him, not matter how many times he asked her.

Snape raised an eyebrow,

“That bad?” he smirked, as he pulled her out of the pensive.

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