#sevcissa

[hpiguess]

Snarcissa baby because I need to remember the details for my fic

For the sake of Fic Background™️ Narcissa is divorced and has returned to her maiden name by the time the baby is born

His name is Oleander Black

They call him Ollie

Took Narcissa’s name because “this line dies with me” -Severus

Heterochromia, with one blue eye and one deep brown

A very happy baby, always smiling and giggling at something

Slightly premature, born about 7 weeks before the due date, largely due to Narcissa’s fertility issues

But it had no long term effects on his health

No father, just Mummy (Narcissa) and Mama (Severus)

Why? No one is really sure but it works

12 years younger than Draco

It’s quite a gap but they get along great

Absolutely adores his Big Brother

By age 4 he always wants to hang out with Draco and his friends

This starts to annoy Draco, but his friends think it’s too cute and always indulge him

Starts swearing at a very young age due to Severus’s tendency to not censor himself at home

They all have to work very hard to train him out of that before he starts primary school

It almost works until one day, mid war, Narcissa needs to leave her ministry position to pick him up from school because he told one of his classmates to “fuck right off”

Speaking of language, he has a very interesting accent due to his parentage

He pronounces the same sound differently in every word but that’s ok

Severus survives the war in this AU because he knows he has this baby to get back to

And he won’t leave him behind like his own father did

Ollie is convinced that Minerva is his grandma because of Severus’s relationship with her

She loves this, and encourages it by having him call her Nana

No one wants to tell him otherwise

Growing up, Ollie doesn’t remember much of the war

But he did develop intense separation anxiety, especially around his Mama and Draco because of the periods when they were gone

He didn’t know much but he knew that Mummy got scared, so he got scared too

Post war, Severus stops teaching and starts doing potions work from home, letting him stay with Ollie more often to work on the anxiety

They all need family therapy. Not because they have issues with each other, but because of their shared trauma

They all do well for a long period, but when Draco eventually moves out with his bf (Harry, in this AU), Ollie has a horrible breakdown over it.

Draco feels awful about it and wants to come back

But Narcissa and Severus convince him to stay with Harry, because Ollie is their responsibility and not his

Even though they have their ups and downs for a long time, he has a very happy childhood

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Another Rare-Side-Pair Mood Board Tribute for Dramione Story “Between Brothers”

Once again, so grateful to @mommatealgray​ for this beautiful mood board on the rare-pair side-pairing of Severus Snape and Narcissa Malfoy, and an ancient Celtic spell to which Draco owes his life. Complete, HEA.

by daimonddaydream

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Excerpt:

“I need another chance,” Narcissa said. “Any child born to me during my marriage to Lucius will suffice, whether they're born of Lucius's own blood or - " She paused, extending two slender, white fingers to tip Snape's chin, to bring his line of sight level with hers. "Or yours," she finished.

She dropped her fingers, watching as Snape clenched his jaw. He squeezed his eyes shut, pinched the bridge of his nose, and rose to stand in front of her. He spoke with a clipped decisiveness he did not feel. "You are not merely looking to serve our Lord. You are looking for revenge, for comfort - "

She hissing up into his face. "Why shouldn't I have all of that?"

He moved his feet, meaning to step away but coming closer instead. Young and scared, hurt and so eerily lovely - Narcissa - another flower-named witch he didn't dare touch. "Not me. Find a good man to do it," he said.

She was on tiptoe, leaning into him, whispering. "A good man would not do it."

His voice dropped as well. "Find a better man, at least. It shouldn't be difficult. Not when you're - so very - "

While he'd been watching her face, he hadn't seen her hands rising. He jumped, a ragged breath rushing out of him at the touch of her fingers fiddling with the row of black buttons curving over his chest.

"You haven't been listening," she said. "I trust only you. I want this only from you. Severus, please. Don't make me - "

Her words became a gasp as he gathered her up, her knees in the crook of his arm. Her arms were around his neck, her forehead pressed to the lump in his throat, his closed mouth smoothing the fine hair at the crown of her head as he carried Madam Malfoy upstairs.

In his room, the light was low and grainy, barely dawn. He set her down on the edge of the mattress and knelt in front of her, searching her face, his expression scared and open. “You’re sure?” he asked in a whisper as she squeezed his fingers between hers. “Even now, at any point -- just say so and…” He didn’t finish, but waited, his eyes wide and black. 

Narcissa nodded, “Yes, Severus, I’m sure. There is, however, one more thing.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, nodding.

From the pocket of her dress, she drew a cube, a shrunken book which she restored to its full size without having to use her wand. “This may be the last copy of this book in Britain,” she said. “Do you know it?”

The book lay in her lap and Snape stayed on his knees in front of her, their heads nearly pressed together, as he read its title. “I do not,” he said. “But it looks as if it must be on fertility magic.”

She smiled wanly. “Yes. Lucius and I have been through all of it. As anyone who knows about the pregnancies I’ve lost can tell, conception is not the challenge for us. Carrying a baby is where everything goes wrong. We’ve done everything we can, almost everything that this and every other book I know can offer, and still,” her voice quavered, “nothing but pain and waste.” She hung her head, her shoulders heaving. 

Snape moaned in sympathy, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, bending even closer to her face, almost desperate now. “Whatever spell you want, I can help.”

At his words, her head shot up. “Do you mean it?”

“I said I did.”

Her face took on an apologetic pain as she paged through the book. “This one. Almost unheard of. No one wants it. No one in the royal or pure-blood families who have handed down this book, at any rate.” 

She turned the book in Snape’s direction, so he could read the spell for himself. 

Gravida Triadum...

[goldensnitch-18]

I wrote a thing inspired by this aesthetic created by @profevans92 💜💙 Bearable, a Sevcissa One Shot TW: Infidelity https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12300976/9/

[dramionedaydream]

“Between Brothers” Dramione Story is Complete

Yup, 37 Chapters, HEA, complete.

Summary:

In her 5th year, Hermione Granger is faced not only with attention from Draco Malfoy but from his brother Ronald, adopted from the Weasley family, raised by the Malfoys as their own as part of their rehabilitation (or something). The boys have grown up as brothers, best friends, and rivals, and their ties are now strained by their shared interest in Hermione, a secret magical accident from before they were born, and the looming return of a Dark Lord.

by diamonddaydream @dramionedaydream​

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“Between Brothers” Dramione WIP updated to Chapter 21

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by diamonddaydream

This chapter featuring a side of Sevcissa...

Excerpt:

In the corridor, Draco slumped against the wall. Hermione stood in front of him, keeping his hand in hers, still not accustomed to holding it. They were in a quiet, empty section of the castle, so she leaned into his chest, their joined hands folded on the front of his robes where she could look at them, watching herself touching him. She had missed him terribly since his mother sent him back to school. But she wouldn't mention it now.

His face drooped over her head, his breath in her hair. "Ronald is my blood," he said. "But my father cheated on my mother."

"I'm so sorry," she said, dropping kisses between his knuckles. "Ronald reckons it was a love potion accident. That makes it far more excusable than a true affair, doesn't it?"

Draco clamped his free hand around her shoulders, and held her more tightly against himself. "Yes, but even if he's right about love potions - you saw Ronald in there. He's not suffering from ante-natal love potion damage. He is capable of love. All kinds of love - for our mother, me, for those twins, you and Potter, for our slut father - "

Hermione shushed him, letting go of his hand to hold his face between her palms. "You love your father too," she said.

He sighed, bowing to rest his forehead on hers. "I do. But Ronald's perfectly good heart means that even if it was an accident there was something - there. Something between Dad and Mrs. Weasley." Draco shuddered around her.

She traced his jaw with her fingertip. He leaned toward her touch, sighing, his voice soft and still slightly pained.

"You know your parents," she said. "And I know the Weasleys. Whatever happened, all those couples stayed married. More than that, they stayed in love, in spite of everything. That must make sense, we just don't know how."

"I need to speak to them," Draco said. "My parents - I wish that, just for a night, I could go home. It's been so long. And now it's too dangerous."

In the dark corridor, she blinked her brown eyes at him. There was nothing else she could do or say, so she told him again. "I'm sorry, Malfoy."

He smirked. "You're the last person with anything to be sorry for. You can't take me home, but at least you brought me to your home when I had nowhere to go."

She scoffed. "You make it sound like I did something unselfish. And like it wasn't actually rough living for you, staying in a non-magical house with non-magical people."

"It was an education," he said. "And worth it."

She grinned. "Would you come back? Back to do our washing up, and the laundry, sleeping in our guest room?"

"Guest room, or in some zippered bag on the floor of the front room, or best of all, in your bedroom between those sheets with the little purple rabbits on them, everything smelling like your shampoo." He had bent low enough to be speaking against her neck, the movement of his mouth sending her shivering, clinging to him as she tipped off balance. His voice rumbled, low and hot. "Only let's leave Ronald out of it next time around. Just you and me snuggled in the rabbit sheets."

She veered away to keep from squealing. "Draco Malfoy, you would take advantage of my parents' trust and hospitality to snog me in my childhood bed?"

"For starters," he breathed, pulling back to see her look of wide-eyed affection and a little lingering disbelief. "Now can we please get back to where we were before Ronald last came in? You'll recall we were about to pass some time like a proper, secret couple."

"Wait," she said into his mouth right before it would have connected with her. His lips hadn't touched hers since they were in London, and she knew that once they did, her capacity to have a serious conversation with him would be temporarily suspended. "Malfoy, if you can say we're a proper, secret couple, then I suppose I must be your - well, I guess you'd have to call me - I mean, it wouldn't be wrong to say - "

"Girlfriend, Granger," Draco said. "Yes, you are my best and only girl."

One of her sweet little sounds escaped her as he said it. It bubbled over into a giggle that made her scorn herself. "Listen to me. I sound ridiculously silly," she said.

"Silly?" he said, ducking to get her to look at him in spite of her embarrassment. "Come on, Granger. Accept that you're my girlfriend, whether we can tell anyone else or not. I've lost count of how many kisses it's been, but whatever it is, say it's enough. Say yes and then let me kiss you as if you belong to me, not like you're something I'm stealing."

Hermione was recovering herself, no longer giggling, her hands on either side of his head, slowing him down as he moved toward her again. "And what about you?" she said. "I suppose you have to belong to me now."

"Oh, I am yours," he said, their lips in contact, slowly, gently brushing against each other. "I am nothing if not yours."

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“Between Brothers” Dramione Multi-Chapter Updated to Chapter 24

Wherein Hermione confronts the reality of Draco deciding to be noble with the help of Snape... Bonus: Flashback to newborn Draco

By diamonddaydream

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Excerpt:

Severus Snape bent his head to smell the sweet scent of this still perfect child. Ever since his union with the boy’s mother, Severus had carried a secret hope that the baby would be his own, chaotic and confounding as that would have been. And now that he knew this was not his son, that hope needed to transform into something else. It could become bitter rejection, or earnest devotion.

Narcissa rose from the sofa and crossed the room to where Snape stood with her child. Lucius had to stay close, the baby’s hand clenched, as it was, around his finger. Narcissa threaded her arm through Lucius’s, her head against his shoulder, and sighed.

She may have already found her peace with the new life all of them were beginning, but Snape’s mind and heart were churning. He should leave the Malfoys to themselves, the way he’d left Lily Evans to James Potter and the rest of them, left her to bear the child that would separate them forever. She said it was his politics that pushed him away but -- no, there was no point thinking of it now. That was his past, and this...

He looked down at the child again, saw his own body holding him up. Sunlight refracted in the cut stones of Narcissa’s bracelet, scattering flashes of light and colour on Snape’s black robes. He quieted his mind and let his heart choose for itself between a future of bitterness or devotion. It chose devotion, and he pressed his lips to the impossible softness of the baby’s head.

“You must agree to be his godfather, Severus,” Lucius had said -- said it even though Snape was almost certain he knew what had happened that morning in Spinner’s End, while he had been missing, arrested, held by Aurors.

Snape was honored but believed godfathers were for Muggle-borns and half-bloods. His own Muggle godfather had certainly been useless to him.

So he answered, “There is no need for empty titles and rituals. Instead, accept my pledge, here and now, with the sun itself as witness, that Draco Lucius Black Malfoy shall ever have claim on the guidance, the protection, the adoration of Severus Snape, for as long as I live.”

In his office now, with the boy grown as tall as himself, Snape was torn between his promise to keep Draco from immediate harm, and the need to let him take risks to protect his future. Draco was clever, sly, but it was still too dangerous. Snape was opening his eyes, shaking his head to tell Draco ‘no’ and send him away.

“I’m going to do it anyway, sir,” Draco said before Snape could speak. “It doesn't matter what anyone says. I’m going to go home, meet my aunt, and maybe the Dark Lord himself. I’m going to scheme and spy and protect my family. I know I can’t do much, but I can’t do nothing either.”

Snape was speechless all over again. All he could manage was, “Draco, don’t. You have no idea -- ”...

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“Between Brothers” Dramione WIP Updated to Chapter 32

by diamonddaydream

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This installment featuring some sweet Ronsy, sad Sevcissa and stuff...

Excerpt:

“You can do what you like, Malfoy,” Potter roared. “But I’m looking, fast, before he gets back.”

With that, Potter plunged his face into the broad, shallow stone basin of Snape’s Pensieve.

Draco swore. If he shoved Potter away they’d just end up dueling, and frankly, he wasn’t sure he was a match for Potter anymore. He’d fought off werewolves and Dementors and the Dark Lord himself and Draco just couldn’t be sure he could face someone with that kind of resume. But if he couldn’t stop him from outside the Pensieve, maybe he could interrupt him from inside of it.

Taking a deep breath, Draco immersed his face in the basin. The stone bottom dropped away, the space it left rippling like water, swirling with misty silver. He heard voices, young voices like his schoolmates,’ and when he turned toward them, there was Potter, standing in the Great Hall watching rows of students writing their OWLs.

Draco scoffed. This was what Snape had been sure to keep hidden from them? The questions from the OWLs, so they couldn’t cheat? And there was Potter, trying to cheat anyway, standing beside a boy with a head of messy black hair, gaping at him as he scrawled away at a parchment.

Let him look all he liked, Draco thought. He was thinking back to his body, sending a message to his muscles to straighten up and leave Potter to Pensieve. But something caught his eye, like the flash of platinum. Snape had deposited two memories in the basin, and this must be the second, away from what had captivated Potter in the school.

Snape’s second memory was of Narcissa Malfoy. She emerged out of the flash of platinum, the hair at the back of her head bouncing with quick footsteps. Draco watched her as a scene materialized around her. She was younger than Draco had ever known her. Snape was young too, probably in his early twenties, in his prime, almost handsome, and strong enough to carry Narcissa in his arms, bringing her to a bed in a small, grey room. She must have been ill. The light was low and grainy, as if it was barely dawn. He set her down on the edge of the mattress and knelt in front of her, searching her face, his expression scared and open.

“You’re sure?” he asked her in a whisper as she squeezed his fingers between hers. “Even now, at any point -- just say so and…” He didn’t finish, but waited, his eyes wide and black. They were always clutching at each other’s hands, in greeting, in parting, when something shocked her and Lucius was out of reach. Draco never thought much of it. No, it was the look on Snape’s face that made him shiver.

Narcissa nodded at Snape, her eyes rimmed with red, as if she’d just finished crying. “Yes, Severus, I’m sure. There is, however, one more thing.”

Snape’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, nodding back at her.

From the pocket of her dress, she drew a cube, a shrunken book which she restored to its full size without having to use her wand. “This may be the last copy of this book in Britain,” she said. “Do you know it?”

The book lay in her lap and Snape stayed on his knees in front of her, their heads much too close, as he read its title. “I do not,” he said. “But it looks as if it must be on fertility magic.”

She smiled wanly. “Yes. Lucius and I have been through all of it. As anyone who knows about the pregnancies I’ve lost can tell, conception is not the challenge for us. Carrying a baby is where everything goes wrong. By fourteen weeks, all of my pregnancies have withered away. We’ve done everything we can, almost everything that this and every other book I know can offer, and still,” her voice quavered, “nothing but pain and waste.”

She hung her head, her shoulders heaving as if she was about to cry again. Snape moaned in sympathy, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, bending closer to her face. “Whatever spell you want, I can help,” he said.

At his words, her head shot up. “Do you mean it?”

“I said I did.”

Her face took on the apologetic pain Draco knew well from times she had steeled herself to ask him for something she considered too much. She was paging through the book. “This one,” she said. “Almost unheard of. No one wants it. No one in the royal or pure-blood families who have handed down this book, at any rate.”

She turned the book in Snape’s direction, so he could read the spell for himself. Draco was stepping forward to read it over his shoulder.

Gravida Triadum...

As he read, the room rippled, something like seasickness washing over him...

[dramionedaydream]

“Draco Takes a Mark” and the Sevcissa side-pairing.

In honor of the blooming of my narcissus flowers, please enjoy this excerpt from the Sevcissa side-pairing I unexpectedly found myself writing.

Or heck, read the whole thing on Ao3 or ffn.

By Diamonddaydream

Excerpt:

This was the spirit in which Snape meant to approach Narcissa this morning in the Hogwarts hospital wing, not brooding and heroic, but as someone she could have in her life from day to day. Students flung themselves out of the way as he moved from the classrooms to the hospital wing, a small writing desk under his arm, stocked with parchment, ink and quills, and hidden out of sight inside his robes, he carried a stalk of deep purple flowers, aconite kept in bloom all year long in the greenhouses.

Narcissa beamed at him as he conjured a silver vase for the flowers and set them beside her. "Wolfsbane,” she said, using one of the flower’s folksier names. “For the past nineteen years I have ordered fresh flowers for my table every day, and I must say this is the first time anyone has ever sent me Wolfsbane. How perfectly Snape of you."

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you like it, or not?”

She laughed. “From anyone else, I might think they were trying to kill me. But from you, Severus, it is a lovely show of your deep concern for me. I’m sure anyone happening by would understand if I thanked you for it with a small, chaste kiss on the cheek.”

He raised both eyebrows, but his voice kept its monotone. “I am sure they would not.”

Her mouth was curving into that somewhat wicked smile of hers. “Suit yourself, Severus, but do come here and help me. It wouldn’t do for my letter to my solicitor instructing him to commence divorce proceedings was written in your hand. And so you must sit me up to write it myself.”

He startled. “You are able to sit up this morning?”

“If you help me, yes,” she said, both her arms extended toward him. A pink colour was rising in his face as he hesitated. She waved her hands, beckoning. “As my erstwhile healer, Severus, please help me up.”

He bent over her, letting her hold him around the neck, propping her up, shifting her toward the head of the bed. “See, I’m sitting,” she smiled.

“So you are.” He was nodding, indulging in a small smile himself. “A truly marvelous sight, Narcissa. Narcissa? You may let go of me now.”

“In a moment, Severus, let me steady myself,” she said, pulling at his neck again, turning her face toward it. “You smell like -- like peat moss.”

“From the greenhouses,” he muttered, her chest rising against him as she inhaled.

“It’s better than roses,” she said, “complex and lush -- “

“For stars’ sake, Cissa,” he whispered into her ear, his cheek hot against hers, “unhand me and write to your solicitor.“