Pureblood Snape Answers
Pureblood Snape Answers
1. The Long Wait by Ancientgirl
2. Sleeping Hermioneby Jana B
3. The Long Black Coat by Bloodcult of Freud or bloodcult
4. Objects of Desire by Azrael
5. The Lioness Prophecies by Amr
6. Let Them Fade by Eris Anglachel
7. Lionheart by Vulgarweed
8. About a Potions Master by pigwidgeon37
9. Salazar’s Heir by YsM
10. The Arithmatic Dating Agency by shiv5468
1. Draco shook his head and walked to her. “Wait, you can’t just not tell him. Hermione, I’m sorry for what he’s done to you, but he deserves to know he is going to be a father.”
“If I tell him, he’ll want me to have an abortion, and I won’t do that!” she yelled.
“Hermione,” Ginny spoke softly as she now approached her. “Severus is a pureblood, and he is last of his line. Whatever has happened between you, he would never ask you to abort what may be his only heir. Besides that, Draco is right; Severus deserves to know,” said Ginny as she took Hermione’s hand.
Hermione bowed her head and turned to look out the window. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll tell him, but not right now. Please, don’t say anything,” she said as she looked at Draco, and he nodded reluctantly. “Just… give me some time.” She leaned her head against the cold windowpane and felt the tears coming down her face. ‘Time to get over him,’ she thought. The Long Waitby Ancientgirl
2. "Somehow she ingested the draught of eternal sleep, Professor. You know there is only one cure for that." Madame Pomfrey told Professor Dumbledore, who had come to find what had happened to one of the brightest students in the school.
"Yes, the kiss of a pureblood wizard born under a lunar ecclipse. Unfortunatly, there is only one of those here at Hogwarts, and there are repercussions of the cure." Dumbledore said steadily.
"Yes professor, but will he do it?" Pomfrey worried.
"Perhaps Madame, but there is only one way to be sure."
"What is it?"
"Ask him." Sleeping Hermioneby Jana B
3. They stood in the middle of the road for half the night, keeping the villagers stranded in the pub, afraid to pass the witch and wizard.
The pureblood, what else could he be, seemed in turns predatory, solicitous, and condescending. Hermione's stance conveyed nothing but rage. Of course, that was all guesswork on my part; I heard nothing they said.
When I asked, she didn't answer.
The next day, he politely asked her to accompany him on a walk. When she returned, there were love bites on her neck. I should have asked her what happened. She was my daughter, but I had no idea how to speak to her. I don't think I ever did.
These days, he simply holds out his hand and she takes it. Although Muggle-borns aren't allowed wands, he brought her one. The Long Black Coat by Bloodcult of Freud or bloodcult
4. He hadn't planned on coming home. His aim had been to deliver Narcissa to the Manor. He knew where the family vault was, and he could have her interred there. He would then go back to London where he planned to spend a few days at the Leaky Cauldron, away from Hogwarts and Hermione, where he could settle down and think about his situation and how he could rectify it without making things worse. He hadn't counted on the Ministry not letting him within ten feet of the Malfoy estate. They had offered to take the body, but he didn't relish the idea of a dozen or so Aurors picking over Narcissa's remains and the few meager possessions he had in the box the Curator had given him.
That box was now sitting on the drawing room table and Narcissa was downstairs in his own Family Crypt. He had unceremoniously moved his father's stone coffin out of the way to make room for her. Now he was stuck at his own house with little to do but think and prowl around the dark stone corridors.
The Fenn was not a particularly wealthy property. It produced nothing and had a fairly small acreage. While the Snape family had at one time been quite wealthy, his father had spitefully gambled away most of their wealth before he died. The Fenn was all that was left, consisting of the house itself, a fairly large garden that was beautiful in the summer (although he rarely walked in it) and a small stretch of river that also passed through the property. Severus had a memory of there being a boat on the river when he was a child; but where it went he could never recall. The property also came incumbent with two House Elves named Melville and Vesna. Apparently there was another, a Melville Junior, somewhere in the house, but he had never seen it nor, had he asked after it. Unlike Lucius, Severus made a point of not treating the House Elves badly, nor did he treat them well. If he didn't need anything of them he simply ignored them and they kept the house and grounds very well, always ensuring it was ready lest he drop in unexpectedly, which he never did. Until today. Objects of Desire by Azrael
5. “It’s no sacrifice at all, sir. I’m terrible on a broom. I’ve barely flown at all since my first year at Hogwarts, and even then I only squeaked through the competency exam. I really don’t like flying-I leave all that to Harry and Ron.”
He looked at her in surprise. “That can and shall be remedied. I should hate for you to miss one of the great pleasures of being a witch. Perhaps Severus can help you.” He watched the two men silently for a moment. “It’s so nice for Severus to have someone to play with,” he said meditatively.
Hermione giggled. “You make them sound like seven-year-olds, sir, rather than seventeen and thirty-seven.”
The old man smiled. “Yes, well, I suppose I do think of them both as seven-year-olds; there’s not much difference from my perspective, you know. Why is that amusing?”
“It’s just funny to hear someone talk about Professor Snape like that, sir. He has always been so very... formidable. Don’t you know that your great-grandson is famous for being the meanest, scariest professor in Hogwarts history?”
“Is he really?” Mr. Snape replied blandly, a complete lack of faith evident in his tone. “No, you must permit me to doubt that. I will have to look into that claim. I wouldn’t want to yield my title unless I’m sure he is worthy of it.”
“You, sir? You don’t seem very mean and scary this morning, sir.” She remembered, however, how terrifying he’d been the afternoon before and felt all her luck in his acceptance of her. The Lioness Prophecies by Amr
6. 'On the contrary, Miss Granger', he said, stretching the moment with a sip of coffee. 'While I am pureblooded, my mother's antecedents did not come from England. There is no Ministry as such in eastern Europe, and very little official genealogical tracking. Therefore, it was quite easy for my ancestors to suppress the fact that while my grandmother had no Muggle blood, she was quite definitely mixed. '
A great light began to dawn on Hermione. 'You mean...?'
'Yes, Miss Granger. I'm sure you've amused yourself for years making the comparison; it must be simply titillating to learn that there truly is vampire blood in my family. Though the more ...obvious... traits of the species thankfully have not been transmitted in the genes. But no, Miss Granger. I am not an exception. My genetics are simply less inbred than you thought.'
'Thank you for the explanation, sir', said Hermione, valiantly maintaining a straight face. Oooh, the possibilities...! Let Them Fade by Eris Anglachel
7. The fog in his mind eddied about in laughter as he weighed that, spinning for a moment in moral vertigo: by all accounts in a normal world the right thing to do would be to stop, yes? Even to shove her away and say something cruel, crushing her so viciously she wouldn't think of sex again for months, so as to absolutely and finally discourage this...whatever it was that had possessed her to want so much to possess him. But no one knew more than he how right and wrong could change places like partners in a complex and archaic dance. When the Heir of his House, Old Scaley-Face, stopped playing his games and gathered in his forces to strike with all his venom, not a rule in the cosmos could guarantee another night of life for any of them; against that onslaught of weeping and screaming, every cry of even slightly honest pleasure became precious.
He slid his hands inside her robe, down her back, feeling her smooth skin burning through the thin nightgown. "Say yes to me three times, Miss Granger."
"Yes," she whispered firmly, plucking at the buttons of his collar, sliding her fingers underneath to trace along his collarbones and stroke with a slight scratching down the flat expanse of skin just above where a dusting of straight dark hairs began. He crushed her against him so hard he lifted her slightly off her feet, claiming her mouth in a wicked kiss, and backed up until her bed brushed the back of his legs. Lionheart by Vulgarweed
8. They had always been powerful, men and women alike, although they hadn’t always occupied positions of power. There had been times when a Snape didn’t know how to buy food for his children. This, of course, had never prevented any Snape from carrying their mostly raven-black heads high, so that everybody could see their trademark noses.
Had it been possible to translate their family history into a geometrical form, it would have closely resembled a sinus curve. Ups and downs, gently swelling over the borders of centuries, telling of light and dark times, of grief and joy, of errors and wise choices. Tracing this curve, one might notice that in times of economic hardship the family tree had always richly blossomed. During the periods of power and prosperity, the births became few. At the very top of the tree, there was now one single blossom, called Severus. About a Potions Master by pigwidgeon37
9. “What is it?”
“An heirloom.”
“Severus, you can swear to me that there is somewhere the true Heir of Slytherin?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Do we know him?”
“I daresay we do.”
Hermione gasped, her gaze on him.
“A secret shared from father to son,” she repeated, her eyes widening. “He…”
“Severus? Who is he then?”
“Why, Albus, it’s obvious. It’s me.” Salazar’s Heir by YsM
10. As Hermione didn't actually work for a living - Ginny could look at the stock market prices and jump up and down chanting 'come on you bastard, three more points' as well as her - she decided to arrive for the date with Severus early.
Actually, she owled Minerva to arrange a meeting in the afternoon, ostensibly to talk to her about her progress with Filch, but really to get the inside track on what was going on with Severus. The stock market may have closed up 83 points, but, in the cold light of day, that was a bloody stupid reason to sleep with someone. Not that she had any intention of not sleeping with him - she had packed her toothbrush - it wasn't so much strategy she wanted to discuss as tactics. The practicalities of getting him into bed, and keeping him there once she had succeeded.
Severus was older than her, and came from a pureblood background, which suggested that he might be restrained, but then he had spent some time as a Deatheater, and goodness only knows what they had been up to. She just wanted a hint as to whether she would be slipping into bed with someone who might be a bit shy and uncertain or someone who was going to perform acrobatics - so she could do a couple of warm up exercises first, no point straining a muscle.
Minerva was frank enough about Severus: "Nothing to worry about dear, I've told him not to attempt anything too complicated the first time, and to the best of my knowledge he isn't a virgin." The Arithmatic Dating Agencyby shiv5468
1. The Long Wait by Ancientgirl
2. Sleeping Hermioneby Jana B
3. The Long Black Coat by Bloodcult of Freud or bloodcult
4. Objects of Desire by Azrael
5. The Lioness Prophecies by Amr
6. Let Them Fade by Eris Anglachel
7. Lionheart by Vulgarweed
8. About a Potions Master by pigwidgeon37
9. Salazar’s Heir by YsM
10. The Arithmatic Dating Agency by shiv5468
1. Draco shook his head and walked to her. “Wait, you can’t just not tell him. Hermione, I’m sorry for what he’s done to you, but he deserves to know he is going to be a father.”
“If I tell him, he’ll want me to have an abortion, and I won’t do that!” she yelled.
“Hermione,” Ginny spoke softly as she now approached her. “Severus is a pureblood, and he is last of his line. Whatever has happened between you, he would never ask you to abort what may be his only heir. Besides that, Draco is right; Severus deserves to know,” said Ginny as she took Hermione’s hand.
Hermione bowed her head and turned to look out the window. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll tell him, but not right now. Please, don’t say anything,” she said as she looked at Draco, and he nodded reluctantly. “Just… give me some time.” She leaned her head against the cold windowpane and felt the tears coming down her face. ‘Time to get over him,’ she thought. The Long Waitby Ancientgirl
2. "Somehow she ingested the draught of eternal sleep, Professor. You know there is only one cure for that." Madame Pomfrey told Professor Dumbledore, who had come to find what had happened to one of the brightest students in the school.
"Yes, the kiss of a pureblood wizard born under a lunar ecclipse. Unfortunatly, there is only one of those here at Hogwarts, and there are repercussions of the cure." Dumbledore said steadily.
"Yes professor, but will he do it?" Pomfrey worried.
"Perhaps Madame, but there is only one way to be sure."
"What is it?"
"Ask him." Sleeping Hermioneby Jana B
3. They stood in the middle of the road for half the night, keeping the villagers stranded in the pub, afraid to pass the witch and wizard.
The pureblood, what else could he be, seemed in turns predatory, solicitous, and condescending. Hermione's stance conveyed nothing but rage. Of course, that was all guesswork on my part; I heard nothing they said.
When I asked, she didn't answer.
The next day, he politely asked her to accompany him on a walk. When she returned, there were love bites on her neck. I should have asked her what happened. She was my daughter, but I had no idea how to speak to her. I don't think I ever did.
These days, he simply holds out his hand and she takes it. Although Muggle-borns aren't allowed wands, he brought her one. The Long Black Coat by Bloodcult of Freud or bloodcult
4. He hadn't planned on coming home. His aim had been to deliver Narcissa to the Manor. He knew where the family vault was, and he could have her interred there. He would then go back to London where he planned to spend a few days at the Leaky Cauldron, away from Hogwarts and Hermione, where he could settle down and think about his situation and how he could rectify it without making things worse. He hadn't counted on the Ministry not letting him within ten feet of the Malfoy estate. They had offered to take the body, but he didn't relish the idea of a dozen or so Aurors picking over Narcissa's remains and the few meager possessions he had in the box the Curator had given him.
That box was now sitting on the drawing room table and Narcissa was downstairs in his own Family Crypt. He had unceremoniously moved his father's stone coffin out of the way to make room for her. Now he was stuck at his own house with little to do but think and prowl around the dark stone corridors.
The Fenn was not a particularly wealthy property. It produced nothing and had a fairly small acreage. While the Snape family had at one time been quite wealthy, his father had spitefully gambled away most of their wealth before he died. The Fenn was all that was left, consisting of the house itself, a fairly large garden that was beautiful in the summer (although he rarely walked in it) and a small stretch of river that also passed through the property. Severus had a memory of there being a boat on the river when he was a child; but where it went he could never recall. The property also came incumbent with two House Elves named Melville and Vesna. Apparently there was another, a Melville Junior, somewhere in the house, but he had never seen it nor, had he asked after it. Unlike Lucius, Severus made a point of not treating the House Elves badly, nor did he treat them well. If he didn't need anything of them he simply ignored them and they kept the house and grounds very well, always ensuring it was ready lest he drop in unexpectedly, which he never did. Until today. Objects of Desire by Azrael
5. “It’s no sacrifice at all, sir. I’m terrible on a broom. I’ve barely flown at all since my first year at Hogwarts, and even then I only squeaked through the competency exam. I really don’t like flying-I leave all that to Harry and Ron.”
He looked at her in surprise. “That can and shall be remedied. I should hate for you to miss one of the great pleasures of being a witch. Perhaps Severus can help you.” He watched the two men silently for a moment. “It’s so nice for Severus to have someone to play with,” he said meditatively.
Hermione giggled. “You make them sound like seven-year-olds, sir, rather than seventeen and thirty-seven.”
The old man smiled. “Yes, well, I suppose I do think of them both as seven-year-olds; there’s not much difference from my perspective, you know. Why is that amusing?”
“It’s just funny to hear someone talk about Professor Snape like that, sir. He has always been so very... formidable. Don’t you know that your great-grandson is famous for being the meanest, scariest professor in Hogwarts history?”
“Is he really?” Mr. Snape replied blandly, a complete lack of faith evident in his tone. “No, you must permit me to doubt that. I will have to look into that claim. I wouldn’t want to yield my title unless I’m sure he is worthy of it.”
“You, sir? You don’t seem very mean and scary this morning, sir.” She remembered, however, how terrifying he’d been the afternoon before and felt all her luck in his acceptance of her. The Lioness Prophecies by Amr
6. 'On the contrary, Miss Granger', he said, stretching the moment with a sip of coffee. 'While I am pureblooded, my mother's antecedents did not come from England. There is no Ministry as such in eastern Europe, and very little official genealogical tracking. Therefore, it was quite easy for my ancestors to suppress the fact that while my grandmother had no Muggle blood, she was quite definitely mixed. '
A great light began to dawn on Hermione. 'You mean...?'
'Yes, Miss Granger. I'm sure you've amused yourself for years making the comparison; it must be simply titillating to learn that there truly is vampire blood in my family. Though the more ...obvious... traits of the species thankfully have not been transmitted in the genes. But no, Miss Granger. I am not an exception. My genetics are simply less inbred than you thought.'
'Thank you for the explanation, sir', said Hermione, valiantly maintaining a straight face. Oooh, the possibilities...! Let Them Fade by Eris Anglachel
7. The fog in his mind eddied about in laughter as he weighed that, spinning for a moment in moral vertigo: by all accounts in a normal world the right thing to do would be to stop, yes? Even to shove her away and say something cruel, crushing her so viciously she wouldn't think of sex again for months, so as to absolutely and finally discourage this...whatever it was that had possessed her to want so much to possess him. But no one knew more than he how right and wrong could change places like partners in a complex and archaic dance. When the Heir of his House, Old Scaley-Face, stopped playing his games and gathered in his forces to strike with all his venom, not a rule in the cosmos could guarantee another night of life for any of them; against that onslaught of weeping and screaming, every cry of even slightly honest pleasure became precious.
He slid his hands inside her robe, down her back, feeling her smooth skin burning through the thin nightgown. "Say yes to me three times, Miss Granger."
"Yes," she whispered firmly, plucking at the buttons of his collar, sliding her fingers underneath to trace along his collarbones and stroke with a slight scratching down the flat expanse of skin just above where a dusting of straight dark hairs began. He crushed her against him so hard he lifted her slightly off her feet, claiming her mouth in a wicked kiss, and backed up until her bed brushed the back of his legs. Lionheart by Vulgarweed
8. They had always been powerful, men and women alike, although they hadn’t always occupied positions of power. There had been times when a Snape didn’t know how to buy food for his children. This, of course, had never prevented any Snape from carrying their mostly raven-black heads high, so that everybody could see their trademark noses.
Had it been possible to translate their family history into a geometrical form, it would have closely resembled a sinus curve. Ups and downs, gently swelling over the borders of centuries, telling of light and dark times, of grief and joy, of errors and wise choices. Tracing this curve, one might notice that in times of economic hardship the family tree had always richly blossomed. During the periods of power and prosperity, the births became few. At the very top of the tree, there was now one single blossom, called Severus. About a Potions Master by pigwidgeon37
9. “What is it?”
“An heirloom.”
“Severus, you can swear to me that there is somewhere the true Heir of Slytherin?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Do we know him?”
“I daresay we do.”
Hermione gasped, her gaze on him.
“A secret shared from father to son,” she repeated, her eyes widening. “He…”
“Severus? Who is he then?”
“Why, Albus, it’s obvious. It’s me.” Salazar’s Heir by YsM
10. As Hermione didn't actually work for a living - Ginny could look at the stock market prices and jump up and down chanting 'come on you bastard, three more points' as well as her - she decided to arrive for the date with Severus early.
Actually, she owled Minerva to arrange a meeting in the afternoon, ostensibly to talk to her about her progress with Filch, but really to get the inside track on what was going on with Severus. The stock market may have closed up 83 points, but, in the cold light of day, that was a bloody stupid reason to sleep with someone. Not that she had any intention of not sleeping with him - she had packed her toothbrush - it wasn't so much strategy she wanted to discuss as tactics. The practicalities of getting him into bed, and keeping him there once she had succeeded.
Severus was older than her, and came from a pureblood background, which suggested that he might be restrained, but then he had spent some time as a Deatheater, and goodness only knows what they had been up to. She just wanted a hint as to whether she would be slipping into bed with someone who might be a bit shy and uncertain or someone who was going to perform acrobatics - so she could do a couple of warm up exercises first, no point straining a muscle.
Minerva was frank enough about Severus: "Nothing to worry about dear, I've told him not to attempt anything too complicated the first time, and to the best of my knowledge he isn't a virgin." The Arithmatic Dating Agencyby shiv5468