Bloodbound

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling’s amazing world. This is purely fiction using her wonderful characters.


Author’s note: This story is definitely inspired by Laceyweasley’s “Contracts” I know I started another story, but after reading “Contracts,” I sort of lost the motivation on my DM/ZB fic…..for now. I will certainly go back to it later, as it will be a juicy one. I know the start kinda sucks, but the idea was marred by “Contracts,” sorry for that. Until I write a HG/SS fic in any measure I know I won’t be able to continue the other one. So please bear with me, as this is my first attempt at a HG/SS pairing. This is intended to take place over the course of the seven years at Hogwarts, a little AU and definitely NOT HBP compatible. I am going to sort of tell the same story, but there will be fuzzy details, moreover the part where Lacey left off. What I have decided to do, is instead of make assumptions, well entirely, about what happened after Hermione collapsed on the bed at the end of “Contracts,” is sort of flash forward a little, only assuming that she ended up ok, and that Severus has taken her back to Hogwarts. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE NOT SPOKEN WITH THE AUTHOR OF “CONTRACTS” AND I DON’T PRESUME TO KNOW THAT WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN HERE WAS HER INTENTION FOR HER STORY….IT IS MERELY MY IDEA OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN. That being said, please, read, review, rate, enjoy. Thanks to L'Vanna for Beta!

Hogwarts

Severus sat in his dark potions office, grading parchments, something he still chose to do manually, as spelling and other mechanics were only half of it for him, but he graded each individually based not only on content, but on each student, and what he thought their abilities should surmount to. He had just finished Slytherin house, and was heading into Gryffindor. Top of the list was none other than that prat, Potter. Snape knew Potter was a powerful wizard, he proved that when he had survived the killing curse. It was Potter’s complete lack of discipline and total disregard for the rules that sickened Snape. He was truly just like is father, arrogant in thinking that the rules did not apply to himself. Snape studied the alacrity with which this parchment seemed to have been composed and that alone earned it an “A” for average. The content was completely accurate, but because Potter seemed to have rushed through it, Snape docked it.

Next on the pile was Weasley. Snape cringed at the smudge marks and falsified ingredients. Scoffing, he gave the parchment a “D” for dreadful.

The next parchment on the pile belonged to Hermione Grang-- no not Granger, Snape. She had been a Snape for several months now, but this was the first time he had seen it written in her delicate, curving pen. Snape settled back in his chair and remembered the first time he had ever seen Hermione.


It was her first year, the year the famous Potter came to Hogwarts. From the moment she entered the Great Hall he knew there was something special about her. She exuded an energy that was stronger than most in the room students who had studied for years, she even outdid a few seventh years, and she had never once been given a practical lesson. Snape remembered how his heart had skipped a beat when she stepped up to the Sorting Hat and sat on the rickety stool. He remembered holding his breath for what seemed like hours before that completely incompetent hat chose to place her in Gryffindor.


He even went to Dumbledore, explained to him why he felt she should be in Slytherin, asked him to change her house to Slytherin…but it was not to be done.


“She was placed in Gryffindor by the very hat that has chosen students houses for centuries. The hat has never steered wrong, and Miss Granger undoubtedly belongs in the house of Godric Gryffindor.” Dumbledore had said, and Snape knew that was the end of that. The girl would remain in Gryffindor.


Snape remembered having to administer himself a calming draught before that first potions class. His nerves were shot at the prospect of meeting this girl firsthand. There had been much gossip among the other teachers who had met the girl. They spoke of her brilliance, and her apparent kindness. They had built her up so well, that Snape was practically giddy at the idea of meeting her, and giddy was certainly not an emotion Snape felt often….it was an emotion not in keeping with his persona. In his mind he practically skipped to that first lesson, which was likely why he came off as a bit harsher than normal that first lesson. His hopes were all but dashed the moment the girl spoke. She had a complete lack of decorum, no discipline at all whatsoever.


He knew that if he were to use her to his advantage this behavior would have to be corrected. It would be difficult as Dumbledore was keeping a close eye on him after the display of interest he had shown in the girl. He had already found out everything he could about her bloodline, assuming from the off she must be a Pureblood witch. He was literally shocked to his very core to learn she was a Muggle-born. He knew that was the explanation for her unacceptable behavior.


Muggles lived by completely different rules and this precious jewel of a girl had eleven years of conditioning in the Muggle ways. Snape knew of the marriage law that would be put into effect, and he knew right away what this girl could be capable of becoming. He had to have her as a Snape. He would not let another of the noble families take her. He knew the Malfoys were certainly out of the running, as they would sooner die out than allow anyone who was not a Pureblood enter their family. That left a handful of select other families who might want to contract her. He knew he had to get her; he had to be the one to take her into his family. Therefore, he set to work immediately, beginning with the secret visits to her parents. He made it a point to be hard on Hermione those first five years of school, for two very specific reasons; one, to throw off Dumbledore, and two, to attempt to begin to break her of her Muggle ways.