Title: Miss Granger, Mister Snape, and their Granger-Snapes

Description:This story begins when the children of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape are five years old, but flashes back to reveal the backstory of the couple.

Severus Snape finally meets his children for the first time after six years of silence between him and the mother of his children, Hermione Granger. He wants to redeem himself. How will Hermione respond? This is a story on the power of love— to learn to forgive and tolerate the unexpected all in the name of love.

Setting: Compliant up to HBP. This story is set alongside DH— with a few alternations on the timespan and the exception that Ron and Hermione are not a couple.

A/N: Although this is not a PWP, there will be mature content later on in the story. This story has fluff, angst, and tragedy.

PROLOGUE

Severus Snape stirred— he had just Apparated to the Forest of Dean. He took a few steps forward before concealing himself behind a bulky tree trunk (which did not do much as his robes were rippling wildly) then calling his Patronus, manipulating a silver doe to prance into the distance. Several minutes later, he caught a glimpse of the Potter boy and baited him with the doe. As the boy foolishly chased the vision foreign to him into the darkness and toward the lake, Snape inwardly complained at his terrible fortune of having been bestowed with such an odious task. Suddenly, he heard the crack of a tree branch. Snape whirled around— the Patronus vanishing —and threw a nonverbal Expelliarmus at the intruder. Hermione Granger gasped as her wand flew into the other's hand.

"You! You murderer! You killed Dumbledore! What are you doing to Harry! I saw that doe you casted! Where are you luring him?" Hermione screamed.

"Silencio, you silly girl!" Snape snarled.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish, but no words came out. Terrified, Hermione turned to run. Unfortunately for her, Snape was much too swift and casted a Petrificus Totalus as well. Seeing Granger's frightened eyes, Snape sighed. He supposed his cover was blown as Potter shall inform Granger that the doe she saw led him to the Sword of Gryffindor. And as idiotic as her two companions are, Granger is bound to come to the accurate conclusion then reveal it to the two dunderheads.

"Very well, Granger." Snape hissed, "It seems that you have discovered the truth about me. But firstly, I must say that for the most intelligent witch of your age, you acted quite dimwittedly moments ago. If I were a devoted Death Eater, yelling at me would not have been the wisest choice of action. However, as it is, I am on your side."

Snape then proceeded to provide a shortened version of his deal with Albus Dumbledore. At last, he glared, "I suppose you ought to get back to Potter now, and not a word to him and Weasley on the information I have just divulged in your interest!"

With a wave of his wand, Hermione sat up, stuttering, "I — I can't — this — this —"

"Spit it out, girl!" He snapped, throwing her wand back at her.

Hermione simply stared up at her former Potions master, still rooted to her position on the ground and seemingly unable to make sense of a new piece of information for once.

"Fine." Without another word, Snape turned on his spot— his robes swirling around him —and Disapparated.

Hermione lay on her bunk, peering at Harry and Ron's sleeping bodies on the other side of the tent. It has been days since her encounter with Snape, and she has been mauling over his words at nighttime. Finally today, she decided that she would act. Once assured that the boys were in deep sleep— well, Harry was tossing, turning, and muttering nonsense as usual, Hermione sat up on her bed. She took out the portrait of Phineas Nigellus and crept silently, grabbing her wand on the way out. Hiking to the furthest point where she believed her protective enchantments still held, Hermione then whispered desperately, "Professor Black!"

Phineas Nigellus slipped into his portrait, snapping, "What do you want, simple girl?"

"Would you please bring me Professor Snape?" Hermione asked. "Tell him I'll be waiting at the place where we last met."

"Professor Snape has far more important matters to attend to," Phineas Nigellus replied haughtily, turning up a nose, "but I shall relay this information."

"Thank you," Hermione murmured earnestly before hastily scrambling to the location of her last encounter with the Potions master. She had only waited a few moments before he arrived in a whirl of billowing robes.

"What is it, Granger?" Snape spat, "I do not enjoy being summoned by a child." In all honesty, Severus no longer thought of Hermione as a child, but calling her one did make him feel slightly superior.

"I'm so sorry, Professor. I just— I want to apologize for my actions the last time we met," Hermione stuttered.

"Please tell me you did not call me here for some unimportant apology," the Headmaster sneered.

Hermione did, in fact, called her Potions master to apologize. Now that he was present, however, she felt rather derisible, and blurted out the only newsworthy information she had, "Well, Harry destroyed a Horcux, sir!" She regretted her words immediately— as in her nervousness, she sounded like a squeaky house-elf.

Snape paused for a quick moment, studying Hermione, then spoke, "I would hope so, as it has been a nuisance to guide that arrogant boy."

Hermione opened her mouth, about to argue for Harry when Snape grimaced suddenly and clutched his left forearm. Hermione's eyes widened as he breathed, "I must go."

She nodded as an upsurge of fear for him swallowed her.

A/N: Reviews are very much appreciated. Thank you.