Like father, like sonde Kailin is definitely the funniest SSHG one-shot out there.
pawn to queenby Riley of the famous Severusophile writing collectiveThe Society of Dangerous Womenalso known as witchfics.org.
spellcasterby SGCbearcub. Post HTN. Snape's POV, but it's definitely about Hermione. And feminism and the fight, the slavery of the ministry and a lot of Pure Blood ritual, comparable to lightning in the wave. A remarkable fiction. Calling him HGSS would be a bit of an exaggeration, even if she's married to him and uses him as a sex toy. (Don't worry, it's serious fiction, no excuse for deviant prose.)
Molly would not be satisfied until a son or husband became Minister for Magic and her daughter married the chosen one. She had chosen Miss Granger for her youngest son by the time they started calling the girl the smartest witch of her age. The only thing that would probably mitigate her outrage at Miss Granger's willful rejection of Potter's other lieutenant was the removal of the witch from the list of serious contenders for Mrs. Harry Potter's position.
Far be it from Severus to call attention to the fact that Miss Granger's control of Potter was far beyond what a wife could achieve.
"Hermione," Ron begged, "don't do that. This stupid law has driven us all crazy. I'll marry you. You know I will Please …"
"What is the difference?" demanded Granger. "I whore for him or I whore for you.
"You," Snape said to Harry, "on the other hand, you swore an oath of allegiance when you created your foolish army two years ago. An oath taken by Dumbledore, which you yourself willingly acknowledged and confirmed to the Minister as a witness." "It is ancient magic, Potter. Such an oath is kept until you revoke it or die. I acted as the Dark Lord's agent. Neither Voldemort nor any of his Death Eaters can harm you."
Hermione looked at her blankly. "Maybe you didn't know me very well."
"I'm not sure I want to meet you now!" snapped Ginny.
Hermione shrugged. "I weighed."
She turned on her heel and walked toward Flourish and Blotts without looking back. He felt a slight regret for what he had said, but it was lost in anger. Hermione was fed up with being emotionally blackmailed by the Weasley women.
Birth considerationsby Saavik13. Hermione is not a mudblood. With her pure-blood heritage comes an arranged marriage; To escape from him, she decides to marry Snape. Dumbledore officiates. The bride and groom are each allowed to bring one witness: Hermione brings Harry, Snape brings Lucius... and this is just the beginning... the story has continuations...
Snape's voice trailed off as Albus looked skeptical. “I want my best friend there, Albus. Even if he's an evildoer who needs to be killed, the man is my friend... I want him to see my bond. I will make sure." . for a psychotic manic-depressive with delusions of grandeur, he's reasonably well behaved... "Will you name your own wife Mrs. Penwrath?" Minerva's tone was incredulous. "Darling Bunny wouldn't show him the proper respect." Minerva blinked. He had been joking. Severus Snape had been joking. Their world was really ending...
"No offense Severus, but I'm a Gryffindor for a reason. I'm smart enough for Ravenclaw and I work hard enough for Hufflepuff. It shouldn't surprise anyone that I can make plans like a Slytherin. But I lack the ambition of your house. I just want to read my equations and solve them. And save the world with Harry and Ron in my free time."
"Not so fast, Severus. Apologize to Crookshanks. The almost creepy tone of Hermione's voice halted his progress.
"This monster jumped on my BACK with his claws! Lucky to be alive.”
"Difficult". Snape wondered how a word could contain such a promise of pain...
"My humblest apologies, lousy apologies for a rat trap." He looked at the mini orange devil while rubbing cat hair on his black pants.
Debt and Debt Collectionby TimeTurnerForSale. Post HTN. The Order discovers that Dumbledore ordered Snape to kill him. Shortly thereafter, the Potions Master appears at Hogwarts, near death. Despite his best efforts, Hermione takes care of him. In the meantime, he needs to train Harry to fight... The story is 2/3 Snape and 1/3 Hermione.
"Severus, try to be nice to him," Minerva said, putting a hand on his arm. "It's an enormous burden."
Severus yanked his arm away and said mischievously, "Really? Interesting.
Minerva stepped back as if she had been hit. "Severus, I didn't mean no-"
Watching her reaction, he cut her off, "Who was there to sympathize with me when I was almost cursed to death for not being able to give up Potter? "First time to Dumbledore to give my report?" For fear of dying before you hand it over? Do you know how many times I've bled to death on the same steps that lead to your office? Don't talk to me about fees.
survivorby Dyce. The war is over. The light won. Snape is broken. Hermione wants to fix it. Snape doesn't want it fixed. The story of a partnership between two spirited, bossy and broken people in a new world.
in search of magicby hypnobarb. A romance slowly develops between two academic guys who want to do their part for the order. Very long (more than 400,000 words, could end up reaching 500,000). A good read for research geeks and lovers of detail and humor.
“What time should I arrive at the venue? Is this supposed to be a surprise party?
You should be there by eight. This isn't a surprise party as everyone thought you could react a little violently and start enchanting everyone. As it is, you can't blow up your cake.
"I'm not going to blow up the cake."
no I will cremate it.
"You'll be nice to everyone there."
"You're pushing me too far, Minerva. I'm known as a Death Eater,” he whispered in an emphatic but low tone.
"Okay, you have to be nice for half an hour. Then you can be in a bad mood."
"If I'm fine for an hour and there's no unforgivable airing, can I go?"
"If you blow out the candles well after we sing Happy Birthday to you, you can leave after opening your presents. You have to say 'thank you' for the gifts.”
...
I need to make sure I add Trelawney specific wards to my quarters before I leave tonight to make sure she doesn't try to get me a present to make my birthday more enjoyable. pustules maybe?
Luckily, the staff seemed to understand that there really was a limit to how far they could push me on this birthday thing. Cake was served but I wasn't expected to blow out any candles nor was I serenaded to the happy birthday song. That was also the best thing, because it was an excellent Black Forest cake and it would have been a shame to burn them all.
women upby Maddy Riddle. LM/HG/SS ; The ships aren't the heart of the story, but Hermione fans will like this WIP.
The minister ruled that the war was nothing more than two factions or rebels fighting each other, so both sides would have to pay for the deaths they caused. So now Death Eaters and Order members shared cells in Azkaban while the Minister in his office boasted about how smart he was.
And so Hermione came to share her living quarters—a three-foot by ten-foot cell with two mattresses, a sink and toilet, and a barred window with a beautiful view of the sea—with none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.
"How about we end this staring competition and work together to survive?" said Hermione. Sighing at Bella's silence, she continued, "I intend to live for a few more decades and I suppose you wouldn't be doing me any favors either if you died soon, so how about you figure out how to handle this situation less terrible?"
Bella thought the young woman was a bit blunt for her liking, but not only was she human, she appeared to have a brain. And so their relationship began. The connection began when they first planned to attack one of the guards to steal more food, and their complicity grew as they began planning more important things. Like taking over the wizarding world. Two months later, no one would have guessed that they had been enemies in the past.
They didn't have much on their hands, so they had to rely on each other's knowledge. Both women were very thankful that they hadn't been caught conspiring with a stupid man.
when a lioness fightsvon Kayly Silver Storm.
"She was Hermione Granger, Head Boy and star alumnus, friend of the Boy-Who-Lived, unofficial member of the Order of the Phoenix. She was Hermione Granger, muggle-born Death Eater, lover of Lucius Malfoy, plaything of darkness lord, traitor and spy Hermione Granger, a crazed potions addict heading for certain doom... And then the images flooded in and introduced him.
He saw her being tortured by the Inner Circle Death Eaters and he felt what she felt, he felt her swallow it all, blurt out and want more, he saw her being taken by everyone and begging for more, and like the mad whirlwind of a hurricane, he swept over her, consuming her until she could no longer tell what was his and hers, until she felt the orgiastic pleasures, the exquisite pain and the will to control herself, to prove it to him to prove. Everyone...
fate hingeby Ramos.
Hermione was raped by Snape while under Lucius' Empire. From there things develop.
"Oh, that's a good story," Remus replied lightly. "You see, it all starts with Hermione Granger being kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy's little ass-kissing Death Eaters, and then our friend here has Malfoy put a wand on him."
"Malfoy should be ass fucked by a hippogriff," Sirius snapped.
"For once, Black, I agree with you," Severus told him.
Why are you following me?" Hermione asked the boys who had been following her for a while.
Ron and Harry exchanged a look. "Because Snape asked us to," Harry finally admitted. Ron's face twisted in anticipation of outrage. It didn't take her long to arrive.
"ALL NERV!" she exploded. "How dare he? I'm two months away from graduating. I'M A FUCKING BOSS GIRL! Do I look like I need a babysitter?”
"Maybe in a few months," Ron said hastily. The look he got for it was dangerous.
"Look, Hermione," Harry added quickly as she turned her anger on him. "He's just worried about you. He just asked us to keep an eye on you, to make sure Malfoy or one of his little gits wasn't giving you a hard time."
"Yes," Ron interjected. "He called it an olive branch, whatever that means."
Hermione's mouth opened and closed several times before she could get her voice working again. “It's so… so… SLYTHERIN of him! He recruits you both to watch over me day and night and asks you to do it as a favour. Heroes all together while I may be the damsel in distress! And he knows that if I make a fuss about it and make you stop, it's my fault you three don't get along!"
"A lot," Harry admitted without conviction.
"Smart idiot, right?" commented Ron.
Incident in the Great Hallvon Acadia Elle.
Draco kills Hermione. Snape commits suicide. Albus sends Harry back with a time-turner to fix it. During his journey, Harry discovers that his best friend has been married to his second biggest enemy (Tom's number 1) for a year.
Beyond time and spaceby Lady Strange.
Snape died in the final battle and is now a ghost. Hermione is the new Potions and Arithmancy teacher and is as sarcastic and cynical as ever. A story that will teach you a lot about Greek philosophy and thought. (To the 30 readers who complain that the plot and meaning of the story are too philosophical to understand, let me stress: It's not philosophical; it's politically philosophical. I'm not a philosopher, BUT a political one Philosopher. There is a difference. Philosophy is the search for truth. Philosophy is necessarily preceded by opinions about the whole. Political philosophy is the search for knowledge. Political philosophy seeks to replace opinions about the whole with knowledge of the whole..." )
"Damn the werewolf! He means well, I know that (Hermione stared up in disbelief at the admission). By Merlin, you are not a snake. I can think of a hundred easier ways to commit suicide; don't kill yourself by dislocating your jaw. It doesn't help improve the crooked shape of your mouth."
She smiled uncomfortably at his sneaky compliment.
"Lupin's still a werewolf at the end of the day. You can't fully trust him, he tends to lie."
"And you don't?" she challenged as she asked Dr. Summoned John Dee's Necromancy.
"I," he emphasized, "made it an art form necessary for survival."
"That's bravery!" She smiled at his curled lips. "Now behave yourself without gnashing your teeth. Rise dead now, transfer anger later.
Arithmancia for mugglesby Flying Egg. Good material, unfortunately abandoned. Hermione's calculations indicate that Wizarding Britain is doomed. The ministry is not impressed.