So this is just a little experimental story that I'm writing to get more practice in different genres. For those of you who know me as a writer, this is VERY different than what I usually write. No non-con, probably no dub-con, in fact I doubt there will be sexual content at all, but we'll see. This story will be told in arcs, the first of which you can see if "Father-Daughter Bonding." I have a general idea of how I want the story to go, and right now I'm already at the next arc, titled "Malfoy Manor" for those of you who want a bit of reassurance. As stated in the summary, this is a drabble-esque format, except that literally only one chapter has been less than 1000 words so far. Still, the chapters are generally short. I hope to make up for that by frequent posting.
The pairings, if any, for this story are undecided, but if there are any, it will either by Dramione or Tomione. Haven't decided which yet - the story will probably decide that on its own. There may be a pairing out of left field - who knows? I certainly don't. First and foremost, this is an adventure story. Romance, if it happens, will not be the focus.
That said, I hope you all enjoy! This is my first foray in the HP fandom - I'm eager to see how you all like it!
Father-Daughter Bonding I: Age Six – Lessons in Warding
In which Hermione doesn't get along with Severus and Severus doesn't get along with Hermione, but they're stuck with each other. So Hermione chooses to make things difficult.
Hermione Granger – no, no, she was Hermione Snape, she reminded herself, but in her head she liked to call herself by her real parents' surname – was six years old, and already she was giving her father – no, no, he was Severus, he didn't deserve to be called Father, or Dad, and especially not Daddy – hell. Already she had woken him up at the crack of dawn, which he hated, purposely sabotaged breakfast by adding pickled beetle eyes to his scrambled eggs "on accident", and brought in a mess of mud from the small, unkempt backyard of Spinner's End.
It wasn't even noon yet.
Hermione was not like other children. She was too smart for her own good, and too mature to boot. Some might have said that she was just a brat, and she didn't deny it, but really, she only acted that way with Severus, and it was only because she hated him.
Loathed him, really.
She had a nearly eidetic memory, and it had worked against her all her six short years of life, but she wasn't mature enough to have realized that yet. She had memories starting from when she was one, when her parents were still alive. She remembered her first birthday party, and she remembered a kind mother and a loving, doting father. She also remembered two men and a woman – only known from the sound of their voices as they screamed terrible spells at her parents while they tortured them, as they wore black cloaks and masks – killing her parents. She remembered hiding under the bed, watching, and she remembered the crack! of what she now knew to be Disapparation. After that, though, she didn't remember much, until she came face-to-face with the man who was now supposed to be her father.
She had tried to love him, she really had, but he had never tried to love her. Hermione soon understood that she was just a burden to him, as she had overheard him talking with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore; she had heard him complain, albeit in an undertone, about just how much she burdened him. But Dumbledore had insisted she stay, and so stay she had.
Hermione had been making Severus's life miserable ever since. That was two years ago now.
If Severus had ever tried to be nice to her, though, Hermione was pretty sure she would have found compassion within her and forgiven him. After all, she wanted to like him, and that made her hate him all the more, because he didn't deserve even that from her.
When he saw the mud she had tracked into the hall, he gave a great, heaving sigh and used Scourgify to clean it. It wasn't about the difficulty of cleaning it up to Hermione – it was all about causing him the inconvenience of having to deal with it in the first place.
"Hermione," he growled, and, as she was sitting against her bedroom door, listening for his anger, Hermione heard him easily. She stood carefully, making sure not to get more mud in her bedroom, and opened the door.
She saw something flash in his eyes at the use of his first name. That always happened, but she didn't know what it meant, other than that he was angry, but he'd been angry before and nothing had ever flashed in his eyes then. Hermione staunchly ignored whatever was going on in his head, because she didn't really care to know.
He stared at her. "Is there any particular reason for this?" he asked coldly. She hadn't pissed him off enough yet, then, if he could still maintain an even tone of voice.
"No, Severus." She said his name merely to see that flash again, but it didn't come this time.
"I see." He wasn't rising to the bait; maybe he was too tired to do so, since she had woken him up very early. "Very well, then. You're banned from the library for two weeks. Go take a bath."
Hermione gaped at him. He'd never banned her from the library before. He knew how much she liked to read, as he had taught her as soon as she was able in an effort to get her out of his hair. It had worked spectacularly until she realized why he'd done it, and while she still spent the majority of her time reading, she also made a concerted effort to make him miserable.
Given how much he already hated life, she had her work cut out for her, but she had always like a challenge.
"What – but – that's not fair!" she cried angrily.
"I think it's very fair," he said in his cool tones. "Your behavior has been very out of line these past few days. There are consequences for all your actions. You know this."
Hermione scowled and glared at him coldly, hoping against hope that he would change his mind. Then, when he simply waved her on to the bathroom, she said defiantly, "You can't really stop me, you know."
He smirked a little, and Hermione didn't like that look, but he didn't explain. "We'll see."
Hermione didn't argue further and took her bath obediently, but only because she didn't dare go into the library all muddy and risk soiling her precious books. She bathed quickly, though, determined to sneak into the library as soon as possible to prove to herself that he couldn't really keep her out.
Because she had an inkling that maybe Severus might actually be able to stop her from reading for a whole two weeks, and that was just unacceptable.
That day, Hermione learned a very painful lesson about warding and had little boils on her hands, feet, and head from trying to get into the library and then touch the books in the living room. Severus refused to let her treat them with the Boil Cure for three days, by which time they had almost faded on their own. He said she reaped what she had sown, and Hermione had never hated him more.
It wasn't very surprising, then, that when she was finally allowed back into the library, the first topic of research she started was on wards.