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The Day I Did Snape-Complete!	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 47177 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The day had not started off well for Lucius Malfoy. He woke up with a pounding headache next to his too shrill wife who snored louder than a horntail dragon.

He hadn’t been too happy to wake up in those circumstances since he made it a rule of his to never sleep with Narcissa unless it was absolutely necessary.

The worst part of it was that he couldn’t even kick her out of the room because it was hers and not his.

Lucius had been forced to stand up and get dressed in his old dirty clothing and to trek all the way to the other side of the Mansion to get to his rooms.

Once he got there, everything in the house started to go crazy. The shower water would not stay on a steady temperature; his wardrobe would not open without the intervention of a house elf and the warming spells on the Mansion refused to work forcing both Malfoys to eat a cold breakfast.

By the time Lucius went to his office, he was in a pretty foul mood. To take his mind off of his wacky house, Lucius decided to go over his accounts. His accounts were also proving to be difficult. His business was losing money at an alarming rate and it was because of an employee stealing.

In the middle of writing a very angry letter, Lucius was interrupted by his son’s owl dropping a letter onto his desk.

Reading the parchment, Lucius threw his quill down and stood. Grabbing his cane, he walked to his fire place and flooed to Hogwarts.

It was lunch time when he showed up in Snape’s office. Everything was as neat and orderly as was typical for Snape.

Lucius cleared the soot off his clothing and made his way to the Great Hall.

When he burst through the Great Halls doors, a rumble of hushed whispers greeted him. Dumbledore quickly stood and spread his arms wide.

“Ah Mister Malfoy, what a surprise—please join us for lunch,” Dumbledore said motioning to the chair that appeared between him and Snape.

Lucius graciously walked to the head of the table, ignoring the venomous stares the Golden Trio was giving him. They still didn’t trust him but he could care less about their opinions. He knew they would never trust him because their Gryffindor sensibilities wouldn’t let them see past his exterior to the man he was inside.

‘Ginny does—she managed to get you on the right side before your life became forfeit …’

Lucius shook his head and sat down in his seat.

“What are you doing here?” Snape whispered as Lucius’ plate filled with food (warm food to his pleasure).

“I was in my office going over my business accounts early this morning when to my surprise, I got an owl from my son telling me that Miss Weasley wasn’t feeling well,” Lucius said casually, cutting into his chicken.

Snape stopped chewing but continued to cut up his own food calmly.

“That doesn’t explain why you are here my friend,” Snape said.

“I was hoping you would fill me in on that reason Severus,”

Snape took a bite of his food and chewed carefully, seemingly trying to find the best way to explain things to Lucius.

Finally he swallowed and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

“I had to begin her training last night,” Snape said.

Lucius stopped chewing his food and calmly put his fork down onto the plate. He looked over to Dumbledore who looked over the both of them with a fake smile pasted on his face.

“And you knew of this?” he asked Dumbledore, his leather clad hand clutching his cane tightly.

“Mister Malfoy, we had no choice—you out of all people should understand that the best. Not preparing Miss Weasley for these circumstances would destroy her,”

Lucius turned back to Snape, a cold smile pasted on his face.

“Where is she?” he asked quietly.

Snape paled at the tone. He considered himself a good friend of the pureblood, knowing him for more than twenty years. Yet, never in their twenty years of tentative friendship had he heard Lucius’ tone so cold. Snape knew he was treading on very thin ice at that point.

“She is in the Room of Requirement. Draco is looking after her,”

Lucius stood, his long cape flowing out behind him in a way that would have made him the perfect candidate for the front cover of a romance novel.

He walked out of the Great Hall, ignoring the glares, whispers and greetings cast his way.

The journey to the Room of Requirement was a blurry one for Lucius. He was blinded by fury at Snape—he had been very close to challenging the man to a ‘duel to the death match’. He couldn’t believe his friend just started the training without even giving the girl a week to take the whole idea in. What prompted the dark man to start so soon?

Making it to the blank wall where the door should have been, he paced back and forth until he got what he wanted.

The sight that greeted him was not a good one. His son sat on a giant king size bed, holding a pale Ginny’s hand.

Draco looked like a cross between annoyed and worried at the same time. When he spotted his father he let out a sigh of relief.

“Father, thank goodness you’re here. Professor Snape made me stay with her all night and all day today. Around three o clock last night, she started crying out for you. Every time I try to leave the bed she starts to whimper,”

By the time Draco finished filling Lucius in on what Ginny was going through, Lucius replaced Draco’s place on the bed, running a thumb over Ginny’s pale, freckled face.

“Rest now Ginevra—I’m here,” Lucius said softly.

Ginny let out a sigh and fell into a restful sleep.

Lucius’ heart filled with fondness for the young girl. He knew he should have felt like a pervert for pining after a sixteen year old girl but he couldn’t help his feelings (and in Lucius’ world, what he couldn’t control he just let happen—it was the Malfoy way after all). His protective streak for her was unbelievable—he knew he would die for her when it came down to it and that thought didn’t bother him at all.

He simply wanted Ginny happy and safe. If that meant that he had to sacrifice the rest of his day from home and work, he would do it.

“Leave us Draco—I have this taken care of,” Lucius said.

Draco watched with a raised eyebrow as his father put down his cane and unhooked his cloak.

As he gathered up his things, Draco couldn’t help but notice that his father laid next to Ginny, spooning her petite body into his.

Draco shook his head and left the room, his head filled with theories as to why his father was so close to Weasley.

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Bill decided that he hated students. He couldn’t stand them. They made him sick. Anyone between the age group of 11 to 15 were impossible to be around was his conclusion. Not to mention they wouldn’t know their dicks from their wands if someone hadn’t pointed it out to them.

His first day of teaching had been hell. Five first years ended up in the hospital wing, three second years fled the classroom in hysterics, one third year hit another with a jinx that made her caused her to throw herself at Bill at every waking moment, three fourth years got into a very intense fist fight, and every fifth year girl he taught couldn’t say anything through their girlish giggles whenever he called them. It was a bloody mess!

All he wanted to do was go back to the bank and get hit with stray dark and unknown curses. They were a hell of a lot easier to deal with than students.

He never remembered being so hopeless when he was younger … then again, he was one of the top students in the school. He picked who he wanted to hang out with so he managed to filter the idiots from the smart students. It seemed teachers didn’t get that same privilege.

It was his responsibility to deal with each student responsibly … even if he didn’t like them. No wonder Snape was such as asshole all of the time! Having to deal with idiot students every day AND live up to his responsibilities as a Death Eater for You-Know-Who and a spy for Dumbledore could make anyone with patience stretched to the limit.

Bill snorted at the thought. He never thought he would see the day were he would respect Snape. Even after what the dark man did to his sister didn’t hit him the way it did before.

The man was going to be a father on top of everything else with a family of red heads at his throat and the fear of losing his job if the board found out he got a student pregnant. The man was amazing.

The only bright side to everything was the sixth and seventh years. They seemed to know what they were doing and even though the girls still giggled, they knew the answers to most of the questions. Bill thought that the positive to teaching his first day of classes would allow him to look after his little sister. Turned out his was wrong. Ginny hadn’t shown up at all for her first day of classes.

‘Where the hell is she?’Bill asked himself, his eyes straying away from the horrible fifth year paper once again.

Bill threw the quill down and put his head in his hands. He wished the headache would just go away but he knew that it wasn’t going anywhere.

He stood, walking out of the classroom. He needed a headache potion and to figure out where his sister was and there was only one place he could go that would give him both things.

When Bill stepped into the Potion’s classroom, he spotted Snape at his desk, fiercely scratching a piece of parchment with red ink. Bill couldn’t help but smile at the picture. He wondered if he did the same thing while grading papers.

Bill cleared his throat. Snape paused and looked up. If he were surprised to see the red head in the room he didn’t show it. He raised an eyebrow.

“Can I help you Professor Weasley?” he asked formally.

Inwardly, Bill snickered at the title. Professor Weasley—who would have thunk it?

“Do you by chance have a headache potion I could take?” he asked with a neutral face.

To his surprise, Snape smirked.

“Are the dunderheads already getting to you?” he asked politely standing.

“You have no idea. Is it just me or has the intelligence level of the new generation gone down?” he asked unable to hide his frustration.

“I’m afraid you’re correct in your assumptions Professor Weasly. Every year there seems to be an increase in the number of cauldrons melted by first years. My moods have only gotten worse,” he said sweeping around his desk.

Bill was surprised at how civil Snape was being with him. After all, it had only been two weeks ago that he threatened to cut the man’s cock off and stuff it up his arsehole.

Bill followed Snape into his private rooms and was surprised at how tasteful everything looked. Snape dug around in his private cabinets, finally finding the right potion to give to Bill.

Bill nodded his thanks and downed it in one go. Five seconds later, his head stopped pounding.

“This stuff is amazing,” Bill said with a large smile.

“It’s my own personal brew. After working here for twenty years I found the normal brew does nothing for me anymore,” he explained.

“I’m glad I chose to come here instead of the hospital wing. I would have a pounding headache, a stomach full of nasty potion and a nurse yelling at me to take care of my sister. I have no doubt she would have kept me in there for the night,” Bill said with a low chuckle.

“Of that I have no doubt Professor Weasley,” Snape said with a hint of smile.

“Please, just call me Bill or Weasley. This Professor stuff is making me feel old,” he said with a frown.

Snape quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that Professor Weasley,” Snape said walking over to his liquor cabinet.

He raised a glass to Bill in question.

Bill, always weak for a good glass of whisky, nodded his consent. Without waiting for permission, Bill sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Snape poured generous amounts in both glasses and sat down next to Bill handing him his glass.

“Why don’t you call your staff members by their first names?” Bill asked after a few moments of silence.

“I have to keep certain professionalism with both my colleagues and my students---even if it is in private,”

Snape sat down in the wing back chair and took a sip from his own whiskey glass.

“Can’t have the students thinking you have a soul now can we?” Bill teased.

Snape smirked.

“If the students knew I had a soul, they would slack on their potion assignments and I wouldn’t be alive today,”

Bill chuckled and took another sip of his drink.

They sat in a fairly comfortable silence for a long time before Bill broke.

“Would you by chance have any idea where my sister is? I was told by Dumbledore that she wasn’t feeling well but didn’t find her in her room or the Hospital Wing,” Bill asked casual.

Snape paused in taking a drink. He set his glass down on his lap and stared into the fire.

“She is being taken care of and that’s all I’m willing to tell you Professor Weasley,” he said.

“Willing to tell me? That’s my fucking sister I expect you to tell me a hell of a lot more than that!”

Snape rolled his eyes.

“Miss Weasley is fine—she just needs some time to recover from the …”

Snape paused for a long time, staring into the fire blankly and swirling his drink around in its class.

“Recover from what?” Bill exclaimed, jumping from his seat, ignoring his still full glass.

“I may have invited you to my quarters Professor Weasley but I can just as quickly kick you out,” Snape said coldly.

Bill whirled to face Snape, his hands clutching into fists. He looked as if he were very close to punching the dark man.

Snape, trying to push the night before out of his head could not stand another moment in Bill’s company.

“Get out,” he said quietly.

“Not until you tell me where my sister is,”

“You don’t understand what you are asking Mister Weasley. I don’t have time for your hot head temper—just trust Dumbledore and I in protecting your sister. She is fine and chances are you will see her tomorrow,”

Bill clenched and unclenched his free fist. Knowing that he was being a little unreasonable, he downed the rest of his firewhiskey and slammed the glass down on the wooden table that it original came from.

Bill spun on his heels and left Snape’s private rooms.

Snape downed the rest of his drink before throwing the glass into the fire. He pinched the bridge of his nose. The images that he had been suppressing the whole day sprang free in his mind.

He could still hear Ginny’s screams and her pleas to stop. They haunted him while he slept the night before and still haunted him all day.

Logically, Snape knew that what he was doing was the right thing but that didn’t make the deed any easier to execute. As much as he was angry at Ginny for her betrayal to him with Lucius, he still cared for her.

As Snape stood to go back to his desk to grade more papers, his floo turned bright green and a letter slid across the ground.

Snape picked the letter up from the ground and groaned out loud after reading through it.

Severus,

I have tried on numerous occasions to get a hold of you. We have a matter of great importance to discuss and I will not wait another day to talk about it. If you do not come to me tonight I will come to you.

Arista Snape

Sighing, Snape threw some floo powder into the fireplace and jumped into the flames.

Snape tumbled onto the uneven ground of his giant ancestral home. He hated showing up in that particular floo—his parents had made it uneven on purpose, to throw their guests off balance literally.

Snape made his way into the family drawing room. He wasn’t surprised to see his mother facing the door, sitting on her favorite settee, and drinking a cup of tea.

She merely raised an eyebrow when Snape swept into the room, his face resembling a storm cloud.

“What was so important that you had to call me away from my job?” Snape spat.

Arista Snape, as prim as proper as a pureblood wife could be, set her cup down on the small table in front of her, avoiding bending her spine the whole entire motion.

“Can’t I call my favorite son here simply to talk to him?” she asked. Her voice was as cold as ice yet smooth and rich as honey.

“Please cut the bull mother, I am not in the mood today. What do you want me for?” he asked.

“Notice the wall behind me Severus?” Arista asked, busying herself fixing Snape a cup of tea.

Snape glanced at the giant wall at the back of the room. From the door, the wall simply looked like a giant tree with a lot of leaves connected to it. Snape knew by experience that there was more to the tree than met the eye—it was the Snape family tree, starting with the very first Snape in history dated more than one thousand years ago.

Every time a Snape married someone or had children, the magical tree shifted to accommodate the new member or leaving member.

Snape started to sweat. People didn’t look at the tree often but his mother and father did get a magical alert whenever something on the tree changed.

“Go to see your leaf Severus,” she said, stirring the tea with the spoon.

“Mother—”

“Go Severus!”

Snape sighed. His mother would make this easy for him. He meant to tell her about what happened it had just slipped his mind.

He walked up to the wall, already knowing what he was going to see. The first thing he saw when he drug his eyes up to meet the wall was his own family’s mix. There was his mother and father’s name, bound together with a somewhat weak branch. Underneath them both was Snape and Snape’s older brother Sebastian.

Off to the side, next to their father’s leaf was a series of little branches with leaves, signifying all of the children the elder Snape conceived before and after he married Snape’s mother. It was quite a number.

Sebastian’s leaf was bare to Snape’s surprise. His elder brother was a major player and he thought for sure that there would be a stray child or two on it but to no avail.

Snape’s leaf was as he expected. Ginny’s name was next to his to signify a bond. Their children were beneath their leaf, no names but the genders given away. There was only one problem with the picture—Lucius name was next to Ginny’s and Snape’s in the leaf.

Snape felt as if he had flying dragons in his stomach. Having Lucius’ name in the leaf only meant one thing—that both he and Ginny were bound to the blonde man.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Come sit with me Severus—we have a few things to talk about,” Arista said.

Snape ran his fingers over his face and made his way over to the chair by his mother.

She handed Snape his tea which Snape took gratefully.

After he had a moment to let the news soak in, his mother began to talk again.

“Care to explain why you are not only bound to a Weasley but to a Malfoy as well—I mean really Severus a Weasley?”

“Because of a stupid prank pulled by one of the students, I was forced to bind myself sexually to Miss Weasley. Unbeknownst to the both of us, the potion worked against the contraception charm so that is the reason she is pregnant with the next generation of the Snape family,”

“How dare you taint our line Severus! The Weasleys are the lowest of the low, every pureblood knows that. And Malfoy—what are you doing bound to him?”

Snape bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something offensive.

“I don’t know mother. I still don’t fully understand why I am even bound to Miss Weasley to begin with. I have been trying to narrow down what kind of potion was used on us. Until then, you will have to deal with your new daughter in law … and son in law according to the tree,”

Arista Snape stood, walking over to the long window covered in a long burgundy curtain.

“What will the Dark Lord say when he finds out that you are bound and fathering the Weasley brat’s children?”

“He already knows—in fact, Miss Weasley will be taking the Mark in another month,” Snape said.

If Arista was surprised, she gave no indication.

“Does her parents know about this?”

“No, they believe that Potter is the father of the babies,” Snape said.

“This is simply not adding up Severus. Her parents are vocal in their support of that old fool Dumbledore—I want to met her myself to see if she’s trying to use your name to bring down the Dark Lord,”

Snape suppressed the urge to sigh … or growl, he couldn’t decide which one.

“Fine, I will bring her for the holidays—”

“The Malfoy family as well since it seems like we are bound to them. Hm … it almost makes up for the dirt that was added to our family,” Arista said.

Snape set his tea cup on the table and stood. He didn’t think he could stand another moment of his mother bad mouthing Ginny. He simply wasn’t in the mood.

“I must be going now mother—the old fool expects me to be at the school on the week days. If I am informed of anything else I will be sure to send you an owl with the new information,”

“Be sure that you do Severus. Until next time,” she said, waving her hand to dismiss him.

Snape rolled his eyes and made his way to the fire place to floo away from his childhood home.
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