Hermione was sure the potion was wrong. She frowned down at the parchment beside her cauldron, looking at the words written there. Severus Snape. But where exactly could she have messed up? She couldn't figure it out. Her timing had been impeccable, as usual, and she added her own hair (she saw one of the Slytherin's using one that they pulled from within their robes and it was decidedly not their own hair color)… So what went wrong?
She sighed and slipped from her spot behind her table, approaching Professor Slughorn timidly. He looked up and smiled at her immediately. "Professor, I know this is strange to ask, but… Would it be alright if I stepped out for a moment? It's just that I really need to speak to Professor Snape…"
Slughorn waved a hand at her. "Of course, Miss Granger. Is your potion finished or should I expect your report on it later?"
"Erm… It's done, sir, but if I could turn it in later…"
"Fine, that's fine." He leaned back in his chair. "I'll expect it on my desk by this evening, then, Miss Granger."
With a quick nod, she hurried back to her cauldron and packed everything in a hurry. It felt like she was flying as she ran down corridors to reach the classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts. She knocked on the door, but barely waited for an invitation before she opened it and entered. There was no class, she was relieved to see, but Snape looked less than pleased nevertheless.
"Sir, I apologize, I know I didn't set up a meeting, but it's just that… well… I didn't want to talk to Professor Slughorn about this. I can't figure out where I went wrong with my potion." She waited a moment. "I was hoping you could help me."
He sighed and put down the quill he was holding. "What potion was it?"
"A familial one, sir. Professor Slughorn said it was a bit more complicated than the ones we can find in the books in the library, and he was right, but I followed all of the instructions and it's wrong."
"Hm." He took a glance at the parchment she held out to him, listing all the steps she had taken, and then looked at the sample of the potion that she'd brought with her. "And you're sure you didn't wait an extra minute anywhere?"
"Positive." It looked fine, matching the ochre that Slughorn had said it should be.
"It's perfect, Miss Granger…" He raised a brow, looking annoyed that she had bothered coming in. "Why do you believe that anything you did wasn't working?"
And there she felt her cheeks turn red as she blushed. "Well, sir, it's because its saying that YOU are my father."
"I knew that was a mistake."
Hermione thought he might faint for a moment. "Sir?"
"I was…desperate for money at the time… Saint Mungo's said it wouldn't be available for Muggles…"
In the end, it was Hermione who fainted, wondering why on earth the universe had chosen this moment for her to find out such a wild thing.
a/n;
First off, Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers!
Secondly, this piece is just a goofy little piece that Firefly made me write... so... Basically Snape was a sperm donor. Hermione is his daughter.
