A.N. Sorry if Snape comes across as jerky. I'm trying to keep to every day Snape, but at the same time making him artistic and painfully shy. If anyone has any ideas of how to do this do feel free to let me know. These updates were going to be done three times a week originally, but if no one has noticed so far….I do as I please. I'm also typing in word now so I hope that these chapters are less…error-ee. My last notice is: I know this is OOC but I'm trying to make them as like themselves as possible without them being jerks…even though they are jerks. Alright read AND review AND favorite AND follow. It brings me joy.

Dinner was awful. Once we'd returned to the hut Snape called a house I was content to march myself right upstairs and never speak to that long nosed man again. Never in my life had I ever been so desperate to go home to my real parents. This mockery of a relationship would never last; the man had no idea how to treat anyone other than his scotch drinking buddies. He and the Malfoys got along splendidly, I could see why he thought it appropriate to name them as my godparents, but I hated them. As always the youngest Malfoy had been a right menace, regaling the table with tales of my previous inadequacy. He went on about how even Snape's traits couldn't save me from being the biggest know it all since Percy Weasley and no one –not even my 'father'- spoke out against it. His mother snubbed my fashion sense with a crinkle of her delicate nose. She'd looked at Snape and I standing side by side both decked out in black and said 'it's a pity she didn't take after her mother.' My only savior had been Zabini, advising me that not retaliating was my best bet. He also promised me that he'd have a nice talk with his ferret faced friend.

I was half way up the stairs, already planning to pack my trunk and phone my parents. They'd be more than happy to collect me from King's Cross. My anger was so overwhelming that I hadn't noticed Snape's attempts to grab my attention. Only when his fingers encircled my wrist did I even have the mind to turn around.

"Do I want to ask what your problem is?" He drawled expression just as blank as always. An outsider would sooner believe he was asking his roommate if they wanted pizza than believe that he was asking his –as far as I know- only daughter why she was stomping around. He shrugged off his robes, flinging them so that they landed messily on the couch.

"You let them attack me!"

"You can take care of yourself," he huffed. It was clear what he thought of my temper when he rolled his eyes, "I've seen you handle Weasley and Draco simultaneously, why are you playing a damsel so suddenly?" I could feel myself flushing with indignation.

"I was trying not to embarrass you!" I snapped, "I can't believe you, you have no idea what you're doing! Why didn't you just leave me where you found me? My real parents actually cared about me, they stood up for me!" He flinched imperceptibly, "but you…you couldn't care less! It doesn't matter what I can do as my," I surround my next word in air quotes, "father you should have seen what was happening and put a stop to it!" He let me rant myself out, staring at me with the same expression that he usually reserved for first years and Neville. When I finally stopped to breathe he took a deep breath and motioned for me to sit on the couch. Surprised at his mature reaction I did as asked.

I half expected him to sneer at me and tell me to get over it, but instead he sat beside me on the couch, dark eyes trained on the floor. We sat silently as he collected his thoughts. After a few false starts he finally came out with it, "I'm sorry." The home wasn't equipped with electricity so the light of the candle only reached half of his face, "I don't really know what I'm doing. Two weeks ago I found out that my lost daughter was the same girl I'd been terrorizing for six years and I just…needed to make it up to you. I had to make you understand that I'm not an awful person, before it was too late." He looked up from the carpet, meeting my eye for the first time since we sat down. It wasn't every day that big, bad Severus Snape apologized to anyone. It had taken formally reporting him to the Head of Magical Education in fifth year for him to give me a proper score. Even then he'd been nitpicky, refusing to give me the O that I so clearly deserved! He cleared his throat, "it's late. You should head up to bed; I'll make it up to you tomorrow." I briefly considered hugging him before bed. He was supposed to be my father, I'd do it for my dad, but the last time I'd done it he'd seemed terribly uncomfortable and practically ran away from me. Instead I waved at him as I ascended the stairs to my new room.

After a shower I dressed in a pair of my favorite pajamas and sat at my desk to write to Harry and Ron. I explained the situation as gently as possible, sparing no details from the day. Once each letter had been proof read and sealed I attached both of them to the legs of the eagle owl in the kitchen and sent him off.

When I woke the next morning Hedwig was planted firmly on my chest, cocking her head this way and that as she watched me sleep. The moment I opened my eyes she extended her leg, ordering me to take both letters. I situated her with some owl feed before opening the first letter.

Hermione, have you gone mad? This is Snape we're talking about. You had to report him just to get him to remove your failing grade! Are you sure he isn't messing with you? This could all be an elaborate rouse that he's come up with just to humiliate you. Just say the word and we'll come looking for you, we'll bust you out just how we did Harry! You know you're welcome here any time; mum would love to have you.

Make sure you reply so I don't think you're dead,

Ron W.

I couldn't help but laugh. Ron was always so dramatic, if they believed for a second that I was incapable of giving the old man the slip, then they were sorely mistaken. He may sweep through the halls of Hogwarts like an overgrown bat, but from what I saw he moved around his home very, very slowly. He didn't seem to be one to move without a purpose. Harry's letter was bound to be far less insane.

We are on our way.

Harry.

There was no time to contemplate if Harry was serious, because he came tumbling out of the fireplace moments later. I wasn't sure if I should be amused or not that Harry took it upon himself to come storming into my new home without so much as a timely warning. My irritation faded away when he took his first look at me. He took off his glasses, cleaned them on his shirt, and then peered at me again.

"You look different," he admitted, clearing the fireplace.

"I explained about the glamour."

He nodded, but still felt the need to inspect me from all angles. Ginny and Ron came afterwards, landing in a pile of limbs just before the fireplace. Their arguing was sure to wake the grouch upstairs so I promised they could argue to their hearts content after I appeased the monster in the master bedroom. The three of them were happy to stay downstairs, not particularly thrilled about the idea of dealing with a sleepy Snape. So I entered the snake pit alone, tip toeing into his room. He was sprawled out on his bed; boots and clothes were strewn around the room as if he'd simply thrown these articles in various directions. To put it plainly his room was a pigsty. It was a wonder I managed to get over to his bed without being sucked into a black hole conveniently hidden beneath one of his black robes.

"Professor," no reply, he didn't even bother to snort, "Professor Snape?" I tried again, shyly nudging his shirtless shoulder with my index finger. The pillow was covering his head, the only way I could be sure it was him was because of the tufts of black hair sticking about. At a loss I nudged him harder, "Professor Snape." Still nothing, "father please!" My voice shot up three octaves. What if he absolutely hated to sound of me calling him such a thing? Right when I was sure that I'd been saved the humiliation of facing him after my little outburst he groaned. It was the most miserable noise I'd yet to hear and I wondered if he made this noise every time he woke up.

The door banged open just as I'd woken him exposing Lucius Malfoy. He sneered at the robes littered along the floor, "I'll send Minnie over while we're out, so she can deal with this mess." The blonde handed over a to-go cup of what smelt like coffee, Draco (simply because calling him Malfoy was going to get far too complicated) and Blaise flanked Mr. Malfoy, staring in wonder at the exposed tufts of carpet. As Snape worked on waking Lucius began to question the presence of my friends, causing me to cross my arms over my chest and huff in his direction.

I was making my way out of the room when Blaise caught me by the wrist, "I'll help you pick something to wear. It's going to take Draco and Lucius long enough to get Snape dressed and Cissy really abhors waiting."

"I don't know if I can," I admitted once we were outside of the bedroom. The elder boy raised an eyebrow at me.

"It's not because of those monkeys down there is it?" He huffed, "honestly Mia…you can't pass up an opportunity to get to know your dad. I mean really get to know him, just tell Scar head and his pair of Raggedy Anne dolls to beat it."

"They'll feel like I'm ditching them for you guys." I protested, "I can't Blaise." Ginny's ginger hair bounced behind her as she climbed the stairs, Ron and Harry right behind her. Both boys looked confused at best, only following her because she'd gone running into enemy territory. I almost got whiplash as he reverted back into Zabini. His face had gone straight, eyes cold and menacing. He seemed to be ready to knock some Gryffindor heads together if need be. I didn't understand the emphasis purebloods seemed to have on family. Of course it was important, but they took it to extremes. They made it out as if family was all you had.

"Don't worry about it, Hermione." She said gently, ignoring the scowling of my bipolar cousin, "get to know your new daddy and maybe in a few days we can come over again and hang out with you?" I smiled gratefully at her.

The three of them shoved Blaise out of the way in order to properly hug me. It ended up being a very hot, very crushing experience. It wasn't until Lucius Malfoy called our display plebian did we break apart if only to glare at the offending blonde.

"I don't care if he's your godfather," Ginny decided with a flip of her hair, "I still think he's a smarmy git." She and the other two sauntered down the stairs, whispering amongst themselves as they made their way home. Lucius rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" He asked, sneering at my ratty night clothes.

"We're on it." Blaise assured him, waving him off, "let's hurry before our precious Lulu gets his boxers twisted into a bunch."

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"You just don't understand Mia," Draco chuckled, "Blaise was dead asleep –mouth open, blankets kicked off to the side, the works- but he still insists –to this day!- that he was awake the entire time." It was terribly odd watching Draco Malfoy speak so animatedly, his arms flew this way and that all the while Blaise was trying his hardest to speak over the youngest Malfoy.

"Oh please, Draco!" He scoffed, finally getting a word in, "that has nothing on the time when you and I were supposed to be playing chess, he stood up to keep himself awake and was so tired he ended up knocking the whole board over." The table fell into another round of laughter. Lucius tried his hardest to hide his smile behind the rim of his glass, only to fail. The very thought of his very stubborn son falling over tired was bound to make him laugh.

"I do believe I can out do the both of you." Narcissa smirked, taking a mouthful of her ice cream. They both cringed a mother would always trump brothers. She shifted in her seat, taking the time to clear her mouth before speaking, "I happen to remember when both Blaise and Draco were knee high to a grasshopper." She spoke as if it was the scandal of the century, "and they happened upon my record player. I caught them both shaking their hips completely out of sync with the music, jabbering along with Ben E. King." Snape wore the tiniest bit of a smile, letting his spoon hang from his mouth as he watched us all get along. He could probably remember the both of them at that age.

It was a wonder Draco and I were getting along so well. The shopping trip started out as a disaster. Draco kept forcing his tastes on me, trying to intimidate me into buying the flashy robes and jeweled ink wells. We were practically dueling by lunch time, but then Blaise had taken it upon himself to pull me aside under the pretense of helping him find the loo. From there he explained about the youngest Malfoy's inability to properly make friends. So far Blaise was the only person from pureblood society that genuinely enjoyed the blonde's company. Since my metaphorical rebirth he'd been trying to befriend me the same way he befriended Pansy and Millicent and Theo, by being an overbearing arsehole. His attempts at controlling me were all misguided attempts at friendliness. I'd given him a very stern talking to assuring him that if we were going to get along he was going to have to stop trying to force me into everything. Since lunch we'd been getting along rather well and once I was kind to Draco everything else just fell into place.