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Dynasty Obligations	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not make any money from this story, I do not own Harry Potter and the characters, they are all J K's, I simply just borrow the characters, and put them in my own story.

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A/N: Thank you everyone for their reviews, I’m glad you all liked the prologue, let me know what you think as we get deeper into this blot bunny.

Chapter 1: This isn’t happening

“Who is it mum? Who is my real father?” she asked again.

The response shocked her beyond words.

“I am.” came the low baritone voice that belonged to her potions professor.

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Hermione stood horrified, the room was eerily quiet, the only sounds were of the heaving chests of the room’s occupants and the occasional sob from Hermione’s mother.

Hermione was frozen in time, or so it felt, was she imagining this? It had to be some cruel dream, this couldn’t be true, no she wouldn’t accept it.

Hermione looked around at all the people in the room, her parents sat crying in the large chairs, both of them were unable to meet her gaze, how was it possible that the two people she loved so dearly could lie to her, her entire life. It just wasn’t right! Hermione looked at her headmaster, a man she respected and trusted with her life, if this was true it would mean that he had lied to her, all this time, he had lied to her. She finally looked at the snarky potions master, his black hair hung around his unusually pale face, his face was blemished with lines from the frown that currently graced his thin lips.

His onyx eyes lifted to meet hers, the usual presence of anger and hate that she normally saw in his eyes were replaced with an array of emotions that Hermione would have never associated with him, regret, disappointment and sadness.

How was it that her life had been so perfect and now everything she had ever known was revealed as a lie? All this time she had thought she was a Muggleborn witch, with parents that knew nothing of magic world until she turned 11. And know it was revealed that in actual fact she was a pureblood and that not only was her mother a witch, but that the man she had loved so dearly all her life wasn’t actually her biological father. The truth shattered her mind into a thousand metaphorical pieces. How? How could it be that the man she knew outwardly hated her, was in actual fact her father? He had actively made her life a nightmare; this was all so much to take in.

“I’m so sorry, Pumpkin. We should have told you earlier, but I couldn’t you had so much going on, there never seemed to be a right time.” Her mother said wiping at her wet eyes.

Hermione gave a bitter laugh “When is there ever a time to tell your only child that she’s living a lie! That her father isn’t her biological father!” she shouted, her anger was building immensely, she had been given so much information, and yet no one was attempting to explain these sudden revelations.

“Child, you will sit down this instantly, and you will refrain from talking to your mother in such an insolent manner.” Snape growled.

Hermione shot a disgusted look in his direction. “Don’t you even dare, tell me how to act, you are not my father! We may share blood but you are far from the man who has raised me!” she said. She fought back the tears that burned her eyes. How was it that her ‘daddy’ wasn’t actually her real father, she didn’t want Snape, Snape of all people, it bloody had to be him.

Snape’s eyes slatted at the child, he was just about to retort when Dumbledore spoke.

“Miss Granger, I realise that this is a lot to take in but if only you would let us explain. There are still more issues that we must address.”

Hermione gave a frustrated sigh “Fine, But I want an explanation, none of this makes sense, it’s like a nightmare.” She said returning to the seat.

Dumbledore nodded to her before he rose from his throne like chair. “My dear, it is true that Severus here is indeed your biological father, I am not proud to say it, but I have been aware of your heritage ever since you stepped inside Hogwarts all those years ago. I feel it necessary to point out that although Severus was aware that he did father a child, he was not aware of the fact that you were said child. In fact Severus was only aware of your identity a mere week ago.” He said resolutely.

“Why? Why did he not know about me?” she asked aloud, her focus on Snape as he stared back at her intently.

“It was for your best protection my dear girl, you are aware that Professor Snape is a spy for the order of the phoenix, it is also common knowledge that he is a death eater.” He said, Hermione nodded, she was aware that Snape was fighting for the light, she was also aware that he was well within the dark lords ranks.

“It was the best possible plan, honey.” Her mother chided again, Hermione ignored her, she couldn’t look at her at the moment, she felt betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust the most.

“I am unsure where to start, but as they say, start at the beginning.” He mused “Your mother and Severus met here, as students; they were friends for many years before they took their friendship to the next level and established a relationship.” He said looking over to Snape, Snape nodded his head low in acceptance of the old man’s explanation.

Hermione was shocked when the next part of the explanation came from Snape himself.

“Before we were aware of your existence, the dark lord rose again, as you are well aware. After his first defeat, we were lured into a false sense of security; we believed that we could move on, until that fateful day when he returned. You are more than aware of my position of infiltrating the ranks; therefore it was my responsibility to resume my role as his loyal follower.” Hermione nodded, urging him to go on.

“When your mother told me of your existence, I was well aware of the threat my position posed to you. How could I bring an unborn child into a world like that? With a father like me? I am a piece of work, Hermione but I am not the heartless monster you believe me to be. I panicked, so I came here to the headmaster with your mother, we devised a plan between us to ensure that both of you remained safe, that no one could get you.” He said exasperatedly, he rubbed his large calloused hands over his weary eyes.

“What was the plan?” she asked determinedly.

“You don’t need to know that, Hermione.” Her mother said grasping her hand in her own. Hermione was about to protest when Snape spoke.

“No Laura, we have lied to her enough, she deserves to know the truth, the whole truth, there is so much she needs to hear.” He said with a pointed look, Laura nodded.

“Your mother, the headmaster and I agreed that for your own safety your mother would leave the wizarding world. Your mother made the decision to have her magic bound, to live the life as a muggle, to give you a chance. You are well aware Hermione that the ministry can track a witches or wizards magic. The only way to make it believable was to bind it.” He said regretfully.

“So how did it all work? Did no one notice that you were gone?” she asked astounded at the new information.

Hermione’s mother laughed. “It wasn’t easy, your Nanna and Papa, were furious that I had decided not to use my magic. Myself and your father, I mean Severus, decided that it would be better to keep it innate until your 18^th birthday.”

Hermione guffawed “Wait a minute.” She said putting her hands up. “Nanna and Papa, they knew?” she said. Her mother nodded her head again. “Hermione, love. You are a pure blood, my parents can do magic as well, they agreed to have their magic bound as well, they knew it was for your safety. They didn’t want to risk the life of their unborn grandchild.” She said.

“Yes as I recall your parents threatened to hex me within an inch of my life if I hurt even a hair on either of your heads.” He said gravely.

Hermione nodded numbly, how many more people had lied to her?

“So you all had your magic bound? Just like that? How?” she asked, her mother looked at the floor once again.

“We’ll get to that Miss Granger.” Dumbledore said.

Hermione nodded. Slowly everything seemed to make sense, very slowly but still her initial horror was fading away, she wasn’t accepting it, but there wasn’t really anything she could do.

“I have to ask, if you are my biological father, why do I not look anything like you?” she inquired. Snape huffed. “Hermione, you are my child, my daughter. I even have a paternity potion readily available to prove that you are my flesh and blood. If you wish to confirm it then please step forward.” He said.

Snape had known as soon as his daughter’s identity had been revealed that she would need hard evidence to prove his relation to her. She was like him in more ways than he cared to admit, but the most predominant was that fact that she required facts, she appealed to logic. She never took things at face value, never acted simply on someone’s word. So he had concluded in the run up to the meeting to brew a paternity potion, at least that way he could show her that he was in fact her father.

Hermione thought about it for a moment, she did want to see for herself that she was in fact the biological daughter of Severus Snape. Standing from her seat she approached the man with the dark persona.

Severus chuckled to himself, he was right, she definitely knew what she wanted, and with a quick fumble in his robe pocket he found the vial of blue liquid.

“I assume you know how a paternity potion works?” he asked the doe eyed girl. She nodded.

“The potion needs precisely two drops of blood from each donor; the father usually goes first, once his blood has been added the potion will turn a deep green. If you are my father, when my blood is added the colour will neutralise, looking as if it is merely water. If you are not, the potion will change to an angry red colour.” She said staring at the vial.

Snape smirked. “Of course you would know.” He said with a roll of his eyes.

Snape passed the vial to Dumbledore who relinquished the stopper, awaiting the four drops of blood. Snape accio’d a small silver knife, any other knife would tamper with the results and that was something that he wasn’t willing to do, ever. With a prick of his fore finger he squeezed the small wound presenting the required drops of blood; they fell into the blue liquid. Hermione watched in fascination as the potion fizzed before turning to the green she had expected.

“Hermione?” he said requesting her hand, she had noticed that he had wiped the knife clean of his own blood, she was grateful of that, at least he was hygienic. Hermione raised her hand to the potions master, she hissed slightly as she felt the metal pierce the delicate flesh of her finger. The ruby red of her blood seeped to the surface quickly, as she deposited it into the awaiting vial. The result was instant as the green liquid neutralised into a substance that seemed like water.

“I guess that’s it then, I really am your daughter.” She said looking up into the face of her potions professor, he nodded solemnly.

“Right since we have that bit cleared up; I believe we should continue with the explanation Miss Granger deserves.” Professor Dumbledore said vanishing the tiny vial he held. The three corresponding adults nodded in agreement.

“To answer your previous question I believe Severus would be the best to explain that aspect.” He said indicating at the man.

“It was merely meant as another protection; before you were born I had a semi-permanent glamour charm cast on you, a charm that could only be reversed on your 18^th birthday.” Hermione gasped.

“I never met you, Hermione, even as a baby. Your mother had left the wizarding world well before you were born, I knew I was having a daughter but I knew nothing about you, not your name and not the way you looked. The glamour charm was cast on you as a way of concealing your connection to me, if you were anything like the majority of my family, our family, you would possess traits that would be suspicious. That was something I couldn’t risk, we knew that you would be attending Hogwarts and it would raise too many questions if all of a sudden a student were to appear looking like me.”

Hermione blanched at that. “So what you’re telling me is that not only has my family been a lie, but my appearance has been too? When I look in the mirror and look at the girl staring back, that isn’t actually how I look?” she asked feeling her temper rising again.

Snape shook his head. “Parts of you will remain the same, but you will change, your features will change, you may look a little different, but you will still be the same girl you always have been.” He admonished.

Hermione was not only angry but she was scared, she had only just got used to her appearance and now it was changing, she didn’t want to seem vain, but she didn’t want to look any worse than she already did. If she was going to change, how would she change? How would Harry and Ron act to those changes? That thought scared her; she didn’t want them to reject her.

“When will I start changing?” she asked feeling panicked. “By the end of this meeting, however I believe you are already starting to change.” He said looking at her with a scrutinized eye.

Hermione felt self-conscious, they would all see her before she would herself. “All that effort into taming my hair when I was younger was wasted.” She grumbled to herself. Her mother laughed.

“Pumpkin, your hair was never meant to be like that, unfortunately it was a side effect of having my magic repressed, and it seemed to take it out on your hair.” For some unknown reason this made sense to Hermione.

“I suppose I understand, I’m not saying I’m happy about it, my life has changed so much. The man I believed to be my father wasn’t. My entire life has been a lie.” She walked over to Richard Granger, the man she had known to be her father.

“I know this must be hard for you, but I want you to know that you will always be my daddy. No one can take that place, that place is yours alone.” She said leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead. Hermione meant this, to her being someone’s father meant more that the blood that ran through a person’s veins, a father was the person who looked after you when you fell over and scraped your knee, it was the man that scared the monsters away from under the bed, the man who raised you. Richard Granger was that man.

The room fell into an awkward silence before anyone spoke again.

Hermione’s mother laughed to herself, which drew attention to her, her light hearted tone breaking through the tension like a knife through butter.

“Oh my, Severus you were right, she really did pick up some of your family’s traits.” she said. Hermione instantly panicked, she knew that for her mother to say anything the glamour must have faded away, revealing the real her.

Hermione quickly conjured a full length mirror; she knew that four sets of eyes stared at her in wonder. “My, my” she heard Dumbledore say.

Hermione looked into the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. She still had her curls, but her hair was no longer brown, it was instead replaced by a charcoal black colour, her curls falling into soft ringlets framing her porcelain skin tone. Her lips were the colour of a pink rose, they were soft and rounded, more defined, the cupid’s bow of her top lip more pronounced. Her eyes had darkened too, they were a deep chocolate brown, she still had the wide eyed expression that made her look vulnerable, but it now only added to her beauty. Beauty, she was actually beautiful, her new look actually would consider her to be considered beautiful. Hermione stared at her reflection, her facial features were much softer, and she looked much more… feminine she thought.

Hermione turned to look back at the present adults “I…I look…” she couldn’t finish.

“You’re beautiful.” Snape and Laura said in unison, as they looked over their daughter. For the first time Hermione noticed that Snape actually had a smile on his face, a genuine smile.

Hermione continued to stare at her reflection for a few moments, her reflection whispering compliments every so often.

Soon she was motioned back to her seat.

“I’m afraid there is still more we need to discuss, Miss Granger.” Dumbledore said, he once again motioned to Snape to explain, the said man sighing loudly. He knew that she would not like the next part of their revelation.

“Hermione you asked, how your mother and grandparents had their magic bound. It was something myself and the headmaster were unable to do. It was lucky that we both knew an ally that we could trust with the knowledge, a person who we knew had the relevant skills to perform the magical binding. However it came at a price.”

“What kind of price?” she asked, her stomach sinking, she knew that the news wasn’t going to be something she would agree with.

“The said ally had his own child on the way.” Hermione gulped, she knew what was coming, but it didn’t stop her from hoping it wasn’t true. The fates really hated her today.

“He agreed to perform the spell on the conditions that we made a contract with him, stating that you were to be betrothed to his son.” He finished quickly.

Hermione’s eyes widened, the fates really did hate her, her voice was a scare whisper. “Do I know him?”

Each of the four adults gave a sad smile in her direction, this wasn’t good. No one looked happy about it. “Is there any way around it?” she asked helplessly, they shook their heads.

“Unfortunately, he wouldn’t accept anything less than a wizards oath.” Hermione breathed deeply trying to reign in the terror that she felt.

“Who…who is he?” she asked finally.

No one answered for a moment, the only thing breaking the silence was her mother apologising profusely.

“I’m afraid Miss Granger, it is not as simple as telling you, as I believe that he is in fact waiting outside this very door.”

Hermione recoiled at this. “But that’s not fair, it’s too soon.” She cried, she could hear the soothing and reassuring words of her mother but they did little to calm her.

“I apologise Hermione, it is unfortunate that things haven’t worked out how we initially planned. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn’t.” Snape said his voice full of remorse.

“I believe you should go get the young man, Severus.” Dumbledore said.

Snape nodded before strolling to the back of the office, the clutter of the office obscuring the far wall where the door was situated.

Hermione could hear murmuring as the voices talked in a low tone. She couldn’t make out any words until they stepped in the room, she didn’t recognise the voices, and was only able to make out the words, faintly.

“Severus, how I have waited to introduce my son to your daughter and his betrothed, come let’s acquaint our offspring.”

Hermione wanted to hide, she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

Things really couldn’t get any worse at that moment in time.

Or so she thought.

Just then Severus returned with his company, the familiar platinum blonde hair had her screaming.

“MALFOY!”

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