Both Sides of a Secret
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Adult +
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Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, but I do own this original character.
Title: Both Sides of a Secret
Pairing: Draco/OC
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: NO spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Contains: An intersex character (Aine), SLASH, masturbation, possible sexual intercourse, crossdressing, language. All warnings may not apply to this chapter, but they can and will be present in future chapters.
Setting: 7th year of Hogwarts School of Magic. Voldermort is gone, no one is dead. Hurray.
Summary: Snape and Aine has a pleasant Father-Daughter/Son? Talk
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Groggy emerald eyes opened at the bright sunlight that crept into her room, making her all the more determined to turn over and go to sleep. 'If there wasn't classes, I would just sleep all day.' Giving an annoyed sigh, she stretched ans sat up slowly, her hair a mess and her body naked. Her actions the night before were quite tiring to say the least. She went to put on her uniform, fixing her silver and green tie with care, before fixing her hair.
She looked at the green earrings her mother gave her so long ago and put them on, liking how the green and silver leaves brought out her eye and skin color. Classes wouldn't start for another two hours, so she still had time to eat breakfast. Not seeing a reason to waste more time, she gathered her school briefcase and left early to breakfast, always enjoying the fresh serving. The early bird gets the worm, as they say.
Aine stepped outside and looked around before sneaking off into the hallway, sure that her father would not be far. Her instincts were always correct.
Snape found his daughter walking slowly, looking around, but not paying attention to her surroundings. She bumped into him with a startled gasp, nearly dropped her bag. "When one sneaks around, it helps to not look suspicious, or have I taught you nothing?"
"Bloody hell, Daddy! Why do you always do that?!" She clutched at her rapidly beating heart while glaring at the impassive face of her father.
"Because you still have much to learn. My office, Aine Niamh." Snape led the way to his office, his dark outfit fluttering behind him.
'Damnit, I hate when he uses my middle name. It never bodes good news.' Aine followed reluctantly, already knowing what was to come.
They entered his office filled with vial of shriveled up things and various colored fluids. She was used to this atmosphere, being around it so many times at Hogawarts. She conjured herself a cushy chair and sat in it, setting her briefcase next to her and crossed her legs at her ankles. Snape settled himself behind his desk and studied his daughter's impassive face. 'So much like me...'
"Look, Daddy, I know I was late-"
"Again." He added, receiving an eyeroll.
"But my robes got caught under the trunk, then I pulled too hard and it ripped, so I had to repair it before leaving the room." Aine looked to her father for some sort of understanding, but deep down she knew leniancy wasn't his strong point.
"You seem to be setting a record for being late for the first feast the most consecutive times in your schooling career. Our house should be proud." He saw no reaction from his daughter, inwardly smiling at how thick skinned she was being. "Detention every Tuesday at six in the evening for a month. Arrive late and I will add extra days during the week."
Aine simply glared before smirking. "You know, you must be setting a record for being the first Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to last more than one school year. Slytherin bows to you and wishes you a healthy career..." She got the reaction she wanted: pure shock and a glare.
"You're pushing your luck, Aine, solely because you are my...daughter." Aine heard the slight pause in the statement, and felt her elation ebb away, looking off to the side. He continued on with a much more gentle tone. "This will not be an ordinary detention. We need to discuss something important, and this may be the only time we will have to do so."
Aine knew what he was getting at. "I haven't decided anything yet..." Her eyes caught on a jar with a tiny brain inside, floating in purple liquid in blissful ignorance.
"Which is why we will have these meetings." He saw Aine continue to avoid his gaze and closed his eyes with a sigh. "Aine-"
"How am I to know which gender I want to be, father?" An irritated voice cut off the other, finally looking to her composed father with fire in her eyes. "I've been thinking about this all summer, and I've gotten next to nowhere!"
He opened onyx eyes at her and saw the confusion and self-frustration in her eyes. "Trust when I say I understand. This is a change for yourself, and inevitably, for those around you."
Aine looked to him, his last few words struck her. "...Will...it change how we are now, Daddy?"
"I never said that-"
"Did you want the son you were given, instead of one who dresses like a girl?" Aine's voice was filled with self-resentment as she bit her lip softly in frustration.
Snape stood abruptly, mumuring mufflatio before sitting on the edge of his desk, looking at Aine with remorse. "All I want is for my child to be happy with who and what she, or he, is. It doesn't matter if you were genetically born a male. If you want to be recognized as a female, then so shall it be. Should you want to be recognized as a male, I shall have no qualms about it. But do not assume that I will be angered or resentful for any of your descisions. You undermine my affection for you otherwise, which is unforgivable."
Aine continued to look at her father in awe, letting the words sink in and a wry smile crept onto her face, blinking back the almost fallen tears. She sniffed softly and tried to compose herself, althoughher voice was wavering. "I always knew you were a smooth talker, Daddy. That's how you got mom, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's exactly how I and your mother got together." Snape shook his head in amusement. Aine stood and hugged her father tightly, and was glad that it was returned. He held her at arm's length before continuing. "Get to breakfast, and be on time for classes, won't you?"
She smiled softly, giving a small affirmation. Gathering her briefcase once more, Aine left the office hungrier than she entered, feeling reassured that things would be alright, for the moment.
Title: Both Sides of a Secret
Pairing: Draco/OC
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: NO spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Contains: An intersex character (Aine), SLASH, masturbation, possible sexual intercourse, crossdressing, language. All warnings may not apply to this chapter, but they can and will be present in future chapters.
Setting: 7th year of Hogwarts School of Magic. Voldermort is gone, no one is dead. Hurray.
Summary: Snape and Aine has a pleasant Father-Daughter/Son? Talk
__________________________________________________________________
Groggy emerald eyes opened at the bright sunlight that crept into her room, making her all the more determined to turn over and go to sleep. 'If there wasn't classes, I would just sleep all day.' Giving an annoyed sigh, she stretched ans sat up slowly, her hair a mess and her body naked. Her actions the night before were quite tiring to say the least. She went to put on her uniform, fixing her silver and green tie with care, before fixing her hair.
She looked at the green earrings her mother gave her so long ago and put them on, liking how the green and silver leaves brought out her eye and skin color. Classes wouldn't start for another two hours, so she still had time to eat breakfast. Not seeing a reason to waste more time, she gathered her school briefcase and left early to breakfast, always enjoying the fresh serving. The early bird gets the worm, as they say.
Aine stepped outside and looked around before sneaking off into the hallway, sure that her father would not be far. Her instincts were always correct.
Snape found his daughter walking slowly, looking around, but not paying attention to her surroundings. She bumped into him with a startled gasp, nearly dropped her bag. "When one sneaks around, it helps to not look suspicious, or have I taught you nothing?"
"Bloody hell, Daddy! Why do you always do that?!" She clutched at her rapidly beating heart while glaring at the impassive face of her father.
"Because you still have much to learn. My office, Aine Niamh." Snape led the way to his office, his dark outfit fluttering behind him.
'Damnit, I hate when he uses my middle name. It never bodes good news.' Aine followed reluctantly, already knowing what was to come.
They entered his office filled with vial of shriveled up things and various colored fluids. She was used to this atmosphere, being around it so many times at Hogawarts. She conjured herself a cushy chair and sat in it, setting her briefcase next to her and crossed her legs at her ankles. Snape settled himself behind his desk and studied his daughter's impassive face. 'So much like me...'
"Look, Daddy, I know I was late-"
"Again." He added, receiving an eyeroll.
"But my robes got caught under the trunk, then I pulled too hard and it ripped, so I had to repair it before leaving the room." Aine looked to her father for some sort of understanding, but deep down she knew leniancy wasn't his strong point.
"You seem to be setting a record for being late for the first feast the most consecutive times in your schooling career. Our house should be proud." He saw no reaction from his daughter, inwardly smiling at how thick skinned she was being. "Detention every Tuesday at six in the evening for a month. Arrive late and I will add extra days during the week."
Aine simply glared before smirking. "You know, you must be setting a record for being the first Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to last more than one school year. Slytherin bows to you and wishes you a healthy career..." She got the reaction she wanted: pure shock and a glare.
"You're pushing your luck, Aine, solely because you are my...daughter." Aine heard the slight pause in the statement, and felt her elation ebb away, looking off to the side. He continued on with a much more gentle tone. "This will not be an ordinary detention. We need to discuss something important, and this may be the only time we will have to do so."
Aine knew what he was getting at. "I haven't decided anything yet..." Her eyes caught on a jar with a tiny brain inside, floating in purple liquid in blissful ignorance.
"Which is why we will have these meetings." He saw Aine continue to avoid his gaze and closed his eyes with a sigh. "Aine-"
"How am I to know which gender I want to be, father?" An irritated voice cut off the other, finally looking to her composed father with fire in her eyes. "I've been thinking about this all summer, and I've gotten next to nowhere!"
He opened onyx eyes at her and saw the confusion and self-frustration in her eyes. "Trust when I say I understand. This is a change for yourself, and inevitably, for those around you."
Aine looked to him, his last few words struck her. "...Will...it change how we are now, Daddy?"
"I never said that-"
"Did you want the son you were given, instead of one who dresses like a girl?" Aine's voice was filled with self-resentment as she bit her lip softly in frustration.
Snape stood abruptly, mumuring mufflatio before sitting on the edge of his desk, looking at Aine with remorse. "All I want is for my child to be happy with who and what she, or he, is. It doesn't matter if you were genetically born a male. If you want to be recognized as a female, then so shall it be. Should you want to be recognized as a male, I shall have no qualms about it. But do not assume that I will be angered or resentful for any of your descisions. You undermine my affection for you otherwise, which is unforgivable."
Aine continued to look at her father in awe, letting the words sink in and a wry smile crept onto her face, blinking back the almost fallen tears. She sniffed softly and tried to compose herself, althoughher voice was wavering. "I always knew you were a smooth talker, Daddy. That's how you got mom, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's exactly how I and your mother got together." Snape shook his head in amusement. Aine stood and hugged her father tightly, and was glad that it was returned. He held her at arm's length before continuing. "Get to breakfast, and be on time for classes, won't you?"
She smiled softly, giving a small affirmation. Gathering her briefcase once more, Aine left the office hungrier than she entered, feeling reassured that things would be alright, for the moment.