Hermione had always had problems with her hair in the mornings but she'd never found herself tangled up in it until now. She frowned at the long black hair that was tangled around her arms and long fingers. She'd never had problems with her vision either, but this morning everything was in sharp focus. She blinked once, then twice, then stood up and made her way to the bathroom. As she stood the floor seemed so very far down and she stumbled over her height. One look through black eyes in the mirror confirmed that Pansy's spell had not worn off in her sleep like it should have. She was surprised that she wasn't more upset that she didn't see her old face in the mirror. She was growing rather attached to the pretty stranger. Still though, logically she knew that if the spell hadn't worn off like it was supposed to then something might be wrong. She would see Pansy in class and if Pansy didn't know what happened, she'd be forced to go to the hospital wing to make sure nothing happened. Until then she knew she'd spend her entire morning explaining her appearance to her professors. With that thought, she made sure to pocket the anxiety potion Pansy gave her.

Hermione took her shower and spent extra time with the conditioner and a comb. She found the end result of the extra time was extremely pleasing and was surprised that she wasn't more annoyed at all the effort in 'primping' which she wasn't used to. Being that she was adept in transfiguration, she made short work of her robes and clothes, making them fit her longer, leaner body.

Doing her best to ignore the raised brows confused stares, she grabbed her things and made her way to Potions. She was in the habit of skipping breakfast altogether this year and no one questioned her for it. She found a seat at the back of the room and set up her table to start on the lineage potion they'd be preparing today then sat back in her chair and sighed. Her long hair hung over the back of her chair as she closed her eyes and dozed off until the end of breakfast and the start of class.

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"Hey, you ready for today? Got your anxiety potion handy?" Pansy asked as she took her seat next to a waking Hermione.

"Pansy..." She stared at Pansy pointedly.

"Yes...?" She stared back.

"Notice anything?" Hermione asked.

"...You..spent extra time on your hair today?"

Hermione dropped her head, exasperated. "Pansy," She said. "I didn't change back."

"Did you actually go to sleep?"

"Well..." Hermione replied sarcastically. "I remember waking up so I must have gone to sleep. Pansy, what happened? Why didn't it wear off?"

"I don't know, Hermione, really I don't but, it's not a dangerous spell so I don't think you have anything to worry about. Maybe it's just because I performed it so close to you going to sleep that it was still too strong.. Maybe it'll wear off tonight."

Hermione looked at Pansy hopefully.

"Look, Hermione, even if it doesn't wear off, I think you look amazing and you seem to enjoy the new look, so I think you ought to keep it as long as possible."

Hermione sighed. "I do really like it. I feel so different, like I'm borrowing someone else's life. It's a nice distraction."

"And you look hot!"

"Pansy!" Hermione laughed. Pansy shrugged innocently and batted her eyes.

Of course Pansy was lying through her teeth. She knew that Hermione would never change back. The spell's true intention was to reveal a witch or wizard's physical inheritance; meaning the family traits found in a pureblood line. Hermione would be of age in only a week and Pansy hoped this whole mess would be sorted by then. Pansy knew that the change in her appearance would only be the first of many questions that Hermione would start seeking answers to.

Professor Snape and the rest of the students filed in a moment later and directions for the potion appeared on the board. As he turned to face his students, his heart stopped for a few seconds as his eyes fell on the true face of his daughter. She had the kind of beauty that Snapes were never known for, but seeing her face, their could be no doubt. He quickly covered his surprise and simply raised a questioning brow at Pansy as she stared back at him, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face.

As Hermione focused on her brewing, she was oblivious to her sister and father as they shared knowing glances.

"Your potions will have to sit over night before they can be tested. Bottle them and turn them in to me with your names on them. Miss Parkinson, might you and your friend stay a moment after class?" All heads turned toward Pansy and the beautiful black-haired girl in the back.

"Yes, Sir." The girls answered.

After the rest of class left, Pansy walked up to Professor Snape's desk and waited for him to speak. Hermione walked slowly to the desk and shyly held out her potion. The professor took it and looked at the name. "Miss Granger, normally I don't interfere with the personal lives of my students but could you please explain the dramatic...shift, in your appearance today?"

"Um.."

"I can explain, Professor." Pansy spoke up as he raised a questioning brow. "I performed a family spell on her, with her permission of course. The purpose was to bring out inner beauty, you know, as an experiment. It was supposed to wear off over night but for some reason it stuck."

"I see."

"Professor, could I trouble you to see if you can see any reason to believe something is wrong with me? Since it didn't work right?"

Professor Snape pulled out his wand and silently waved his wand over her. After a moment he said, "I see no reason to worry, Miss Granger. There is no dark magic that I can detect, and you seem to be in perfect health. I cannot however determine if it will wear off at all."

"Thank you, Sir." She said, relieved and excited that keeping her new looks didn't mean something dangerous.

"You did well in class today, Miss Granger, however today's lesson was easy compared to tomorrow's. Are you prepared to test your potion in class?"

"I'm trying to think of it as purely academic without drawing any connections to my personal life, Sir. I'm handling things well so far, I think. I'm ready for tomorrow."

"Very good. You both may go." Hermione and Pansy ducked from the classroom and made plans to meet again to read more of the journal that night.

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The next morning, Hermione paced pack and forth in the back of the potions lab. She was still sporting her new body, and a level of anxiety that nearly matched that of the father she didn't know about yet. Class would begin any moment and she was arguing with herself over the consequences of letting herself have hope that the outcome of the potion would be different than what she knew it would be. She had even begun mumbling to herself and didn't notice the potions master come in from the other end of the class.

"Miss Granger, are you quite alright?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, Professor. I was just.. well I-," She sighed. "To be truthful, Sir, I'm nervous."

"That's to be expected, of course."

"It's just... what if the outcome is not what I expect? Or worse, what if it is?"

Severus's heart broke for her, now was not the time to reveal anything. "Miss Granger, didn't Pansy tell me she provided you with an anxiety potion?"

She sighed again. "Yes, sir."

"Then I suggest you take it now. What ever happens, you cannot make yourself sick over it without even knowing. That won't do you any good. If you need to talk after, however, you may come to me, or your own head of house, if you like."

Hermione nodded and fished the anxiety potion from her bag and gulped it down. She instantly felt better, but she knew it would all flood back to her in an hour. She hoped the potion would at least last the class. Students began taking their seats, and Pansy sat beside her.

"You okay for today?" Pansy asked.

"No. But I don't really feel like complaining at the moment."

"Took that potion, did you?" She asked, grinning.

Hermione simply nodded as the professor silenced the class.

"Today we will be testing the potions you made yesterday. As was discussed at the beginning of the week, you will drink your potion, then I will come around with a needle, and a square of parchment. I will prick your finger and you will put a drop of blood on the parchment then write your name across the top. I will cast a spell that will activate the potion in your blood. Glowing indicates a pureblood lineage. If you have living relatives, the blood will form an image of your family crest. I will then cast a stasis charm over the parchment and collect it. You will then use the rest of class to begin your paper which is due at the end of next week. Your paper must be three feet long and must include the results of today's potion testing, if the results are what you expected, and what you find in researching your own lineage. If you have trouble finding information on your heritage, I might be inclined to grant an extension. Maybe. Now I will hand your potions back to you. You may drink it as soon as I hand it back to you."

a.n) Hello, all! We are getting very close to Hermione finding out she is a Snape! I've decided to host a sort of contest. I'll update a new chapter the day after Valentine's Day. The contest is: Write a scene that goes along with the story line of Satan Has A White Rose that is no more than 2000 words. You can enter up to three scenes. P.m them to me and the winner will have their scene featured with full recognition in an upcoming chapter!