Mrs. Snape

Hermione’s fingers shook with rage as she stared at the blue slip of paper in front of her. “How can you have let this happen?” She demanded of the benign man in front of her.
“I’m sorry; there was nothing I could do to stop it.”
It had been 8 months since the ministry had first proposed the law, Hermione laughed at the irony. In essence, it was a scheme to repopulate the wizarding world. Many had been lost in the last battle and even though good had triumphed, it was a sad victory. The law had been designed by some pure-bloods in the upper echelons of the ministry, it was obvious little thought had been left for those who would endure it. It often stung Hermione that the wizarding community was so patriarchal, but never so harshly as just then. The paper in front of her glared at her

‘Miss Hermione Granger,
As you will know a new law has been passed to encourage population growth after the terrible loss of so many in the Last Battle. We have written to inform you that as a witch over the age of 16, you are eligible for petition. Remember that after you first petition arrives you have only one week to accept it if you receive no further offers.
Thank you for your cooperation,

Rupert Ornelius,
Minister of Magic'

“This is so unfair,” she whinged. She wanted something more profound to say, but this childish imitation seemed so especially fitting.
“I know, but there are many others like you. We can only hope that no one truly vile petitions for you. Now, I’m sorry, but I have a meeting with one of your classmates so you’ll have to leave.” Dumbledore waved towards the door. Hermione huffed before storming out muttering vaguely about injustice. How could they do this to her? She had everything going for her, smart, pretty, fun. She was head girl, she had her whole life in front of her, but now she would have to spend it with some rotten man “repopulating”. She shuddered before crashing into the common room that she shared with the head boy.
“…”
“Don’t even start with me Malfoy, I’m not in the mood!” She shouted.
“Geez, I haven’t even said anything yet. So, spill, who’s the lucky man” He mocked in a girly tone. She bared her teeth and then stomped up to her room leaving Malfoy with the echoes of some very nasty words bouncing off the walls. Although he kicked himself for it, he felt sorry for her. She didn’t deserve this after losing her parents in the Battle. He would petition for her but 1.He thought they might kill each other if they were married and 2.He didn’t want to bring her into the twisted world that was Malfoy Manor. He sighed, feeling depressed. It wasn’t just Hermione’s plight that was getting him down either. Earlier that day he’d been to see Professor Snape. He had been sitting all alone in his office when Draco came in and as they had talked, it struck the youngest Malfoy how lonely Snape must be down in the dungeon. He mused on both the problems for a while but no solution came, so he went back to his work and didn’t think of it again until the next day.

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It was about twenty minutes into double Potions when Draco noticed Snape staring at something. Draco followed his gaze and positively gawked when it led him to a rather exquisite view of Hermione Granger. She was standing on a small step ladder, reaching up to retrieve the Dragon’s horn necessary for the sleeping draft they were preparing. It struck him how short she really was, but what struck him even more was that in her struggle to reach the ingredient her skirt had risen up to reveal quite a lot of her long smooth legs. He thanked whoever was listening that students were not required to wear their long robes in potions. He was also grateful that Granger seemed to have followed a recent trend in regards to the length of her skirt. In her current position and with that very short skirt, he fancied he could see a little bit of her pink pants. It was then that he remembered who had led his gaze to this delectable sight. He looked back to the Professor who was still staring quite blatantly. At that moment Draco Malfoy had a stroke of “pure genius” as he would later refer to it. He raised his hand.
“What it is, Mister Malfoy?” Snape demanded.
“Can I see you after class regarding the essay you gave last week?”
“Yes, of course, Mister Malfoy, now get on with your potion.”
Draco snickered. This plan was so good it couldn’t possibly fail. The ball rang and he waited till everyone had left before approaching the Professor.
“You fancy Hermione, don’t you Professor?”
“Honestly Draco, where do you get these outrageous notions?”
“I saw you looking at her!” Draco accused. “Everyone did.”
“Miss Granger is a student-”
“Its all right, I have a solution.”
“Excuse me; I wasn’t aware I needed one.”
“Just listen, Sir. Yesterday Hermione got her letter from the ministry. She’s 17 you know. She hasn’t had any petitions yet, but it won’t stay that way for long.”
“Malfoy, if you’re implying that Miss Granger and myself should be married-”
“Just think about it Professor: you’re lonely, she needs someone to save her from the goons that’ll petition for her. It’s perfect.”
“Mister Malfoy I believe you are late for you next class. Goodbye.”
Draco sighed in mock defeat, but he could see the gears in the Professor’s brain spinning. He cackled all the way to Muggle Studies feeling as though he had definitely completed his good deed for that day.

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Professor Snape swung open the door to his office and walked through to his rooms. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey and sat down in his favourite armchair. It had been a long day. He tried to clear his mind but one pesky seventh year was making that very difficult. He could see her quite clearly in front of him reaching up, her skirt grazing her perfect thighs, the thin line of pink between her legs. His pants were suddenly uncomfortably tight. He started to think about the view that he would of had without that annoying piece of material in the way. He smirked and unzipped his pants reaching for his cock. He wrapped a hand around it and started to pump while more images of Granger floated through his mind. He was on the brink of orgasm when there was a knock at his door. He scowled, tucked himself back in, flung on his robes and opened it.
“Ahhh, Professor Dumbledore, what brings you hear at this time of night?” He said, still thinking of nothing but Granger.
“Well, I actually wanted to talk to you about young Miss Granger.” How ironic the Professor thought to himself.
“Well, come in then.”
When they were both seated Dumbledore began, “I’m not sure if you’re aware that Miss Granger is an eligible candidate for the new marriage law?”
“I was.”
“Well, I’ll lay this out, it seems that there is an unfortunate trend in the nature of the men petitioning for the young witches. They seem to want a wife that will stay at home and take care of all their needs. They also seem to be over the age of fifty. Miss Granger is our brightest student. It would be such a pity if she were to end up in such a situation. Such a waste of talent. She wants to go into Potions Making, you know.”
“So I heard.”
“Yes, well, I was thinking that it would be best if a Hogwarts staff member could petition for her. You see, then she would be able to stay at school and surely a staff member would allow her to continue her career. Unfortunately there are only to three single men working here.”
“I see.”
“Yes well, it’s either you, Professor Hagrid or Professor Lupin. And since she was wanting to go into Potions making…and she’s very smart…and you’re really the only option…”
“I see.”
“So you’ll petition for her?”
“It seems I have no choice.” He said glaring at the Headmaster.
“Not really, no.”
“She may not pick me.”
“Well, this is the best I could do for her.”
“Yes.”
“Anyway I must be off. Here’s the petition form. Good Luck, Severus!”
Severus glared at the form for some time, thinking. How lucky he would be if he did snag her. She was delicious, but also incredibly smart with a good sense of humour. She would be good for him he knew. She was also unbelievably sexy. He signed the form and then returned to his previous activity hoping that there would be no more interruptions. There weren’t and as he came her face seemed to be embedded on his eyelids. He smiled before falling asleep in his chair.

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The next morning, Hermione woke up slowly, not being a morning person. She lifted herself out of bed, scrubbed her face, brushed her teeth and then did up her hair in a high ponytail. She was glad that she had gone to the witch’s salon to get it permanently straightened. It was so much more manageable this way. She got her books ready and trudged down to breakfast. She sat in her usual place between Harry and Ron and poured herself a glass of juice. Harry and Ron were in a serious discussion about the influence of the weight of the quaffle on the overall aesthetic of quidditch, but she wasn’t listening. The daily owls swooped down from the ceiling and something dropped onto her plate. Dazedly she picked it up and wanted to vomit when she saw the ministry seal on it. She thought no one wanted her, and had put the stupid law to the back of her mind, but she knew that this would be her petition notice. She opened the letter, heart thundering.

'Miss Hermione Granger,
It is our pleasure to inform you that you have received six petitions. We would like to take this opportunity to remind that after receiving this letter, you have one week to decide on your future husband. After this week, you will be wed the following week and then you must commence repopulation. The following is a list of wizards who have asked for your hand:

Cornelius Fudge
Amadeus Finch
Vincent Goyle
Vincent Goyle Snr.
Severus Snape
Percy Weasley

Once again we would like to thank you for your cooperation. Please write the name of the man you pick on the reverse of this parchment and return it to the ministry.
Yours sincerely,

Rupert Ornelius,
Minister of Magic'

Her mind felt like the boat in that movie ‘The Perfect Storm’. Harry and Ron, who had been reading over her shoulder gasped. “I can’t believe my brother petitioned for you.”
“I can’t believe Fudge petitioned for you.”
“Oh God, who do I pick?” Hermione groaned. “Some choice. And what’s with Goyle and his dad petitioning. Yuk.”
“Well, its obvious who you have to pick.”
“Who?”
“Percy!” They exclaimed simultaneously.
“What? No offence Ron, but me and your brother do not get along. Plus, he works for the ministry, and I bet he’ll take repopulating as seriously as every other job they give him.”
“That’s true. You could end up with twenty kids.”
“I guess that leaves you with Snape…”
“I guess.” She said, and without further ado, whipped out a quill and wrote his name on the back. It disappeared apparently on its way to the ministry.
“Hey, wait a minute Hermione, don’t you want to think about it?”
“Yeah…”
But Hermione wasn’t listening because it felt like someone had lit a fire under her arse. She yelped and ran from the table to the nearest bathroom where she locked herself in a stall and pulled up her skirt, removing her pants. She gasped when she saw her left arse cheek, for where there had once been nothing but creamy smooth skin, there was now an angry red ring around the spindly letters “Property of Severus Snape”. She growled ferociously before storming out of the bathroom down to the dungeons. Professor Snape was alone in his classroom when she arrived. She bounded up to his desk pulled up her skirt and pulled her pants to the side and said very slowly and very menacingly,
“Can you please explain this, and don’t even think on saying that it’s the result of the marriage law, because I know its not.” Severus couldn’t. Not because he didn’t know what it was, but the view he was currently enjoying had removed a lot of the blood from his brain and he physically couldn’t talk. He took a few deep breaths.
“I…uh…apologize Miss Granger. That is an unfortunate Snape family tradition. When a Snape gets betrothed their fiancée gets a tattoo instead of a ring. I didn’t think it would happen because of the Marriage law, but apparently I was wrong. Do you mind?” She humphed but nodded and he reached out and soothingly caressed her throbbing skin. His hands were cool and she sighed. “I have a potion I could give you,” he suggested and then began rummaging through his draws. “Here, allow me.” He said before lathering the ointment around the afflicted area. She sighed once again, feeling much better. Professor Snape on the other hand was looking very uncomfortable and she giggled as she realised why that might be.
“What’s so funny?” He demanded.
“Nothing.” She said dismissively before catching sight of the letters once again and feeling sick.

******

“Good evening, Granger, you’re looking angry as usual.” Sang Malfoy’s smug voice as she entered their common room. She span around glaring.
“Well if you had a tattoo on your arse saying Property of Severus Snape you’d be angry too!” She shouted back.
“Ahh, so the lovebirds are getting married.”
“Yes, I’m about to become Mrs.Fucking Snape, All right? Holy shit! I’m going to be Mrs. Snape.” And with that she collapsed on the sofa and began to bawl leaving Malfoy to stare helplessly at her until…
“Mrs Fucking Snape, hey, you will be fucking Snape. Gross!”
“Malfoy!”

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A/N: This is my first fic and probably won't be regularly updated so bear with me. There will be sex later. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll write more soon. Next Time: Wedding, Wedding night (oooooo) and lots of sex. I hope :P. Thanks for reading!!!