Dental Torture... Or Is It?

What Happens If You Eat Too Much Easter Chocolate?

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own any part of the Potterverse. It all belongs to JK Rowling; I am just writing for fun.

Snape sat with his head in his hands. Hermione had spent the last week prodding and poking him. He was aware that something was afoot, but what was his wife plotting?

He didn't have to wait for much longer as Emily walked into the kitchen and sat on his knee.

"Dadda, are you coming to Granny's with us today?" she asked innocently.

"Sorry, what did you say, poppet?"

"It's time for my check-up, and Granny's agreed to do it. Are you coming with us, Dadda?"

Realisation struck Snape like a bolt of lightening.

Fear coursed through his veins. If there was one thing Snape hated more than Crucio, it was dental visits.

Emily caught his hand and squeezed tightly.

"Dadda, please, will you come with me?"

Damn her, Snape thought. She knew he wouldn't be able to say no to Emily.

"Mmmm, you're Dadda's big girl now, Emily, aren't you? Do you really need Dadda there?"

"Please, Dadda... I feel so much braver when you are there!"

"Alright, Emily, I'll come," Snape sighed. "Now, what would my little angel like for her breakfast?"

Turning from his daughter, he let a small groan escape.

Hermione stood shielded by the door, and a small smile slid across her face. How very Slytherin of her! Her plans were working.



She had recently noticed that her husband was in pain when eating sometimes, and would never seek help on his own.

Breezing into the kitchen, Hermione brightly greeted her little family.

"Morning!"

"Mumma, Dadda has agreed to come to Granny's with us!" Emily said excitedly as Hermione sat at the table.

"Really, Hunny, that's good news indeed! Sev, are you going to let Mum check you too?" she asked innocently (she hoped).

"Maybe," was the only reply she got.

Later that morning, Snape found himself in the examination room of his mother-in-law's dental practice. He had been tricked into the chair by his six-year-old daughter, no doubt encouraged by his wife to get him into the chair first.

"Mmm, there's your problem, right here at the back," Helen Granger stated. "You need a small filling; it won't take long. I'll give your teeth a good clean, too."

An hour later, Severus Snape emerged with his daughter and a determined look on his face. This definitely deserved pay-back, and he would take his time plotting.

When they got home, Hermione innocently turned to her husband. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she smiled.

"Thank you, Severus. I appreciate what you did for Emily today."

"Mmm," he grunted. His mouth was still slightly numb from the work he'd had done.

"I'm sure I can make it up to you, later," she said as she snuggled up to Snape's side, "and I know Emily appreciated that you went first."

Snape's mind ticked over. She would definitely be making up for things later. He began to wonder just how to make her pay for his torture.

A/N: Some of this story was inspired by an AngelMischa drabble, "Grunting At Dinner".
Thank you, Lestatswife, for passing an eye over this.