Esmé Malfoy, sister to the infamous Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy, hasn't spoken to her brother or family in years. So what happens when Narcissa invites her over to the Manor for the holidays?
Many more dates led to dating, which led to sex, which led Esmé and Severus being in the situation they were in now. It was August 12th, 1981, and Esmé held a small baby girl, with her same platinum hair and Severus' eyes in her arms. "Well, what are we going to name her?" She asked.
"Josephine, or Charlotte. Both are quite nice if you ask me." He hummed in response.
She thought about it for a moment, but finally decided on a name neither of them had suggested. Esmé was still a Malfoy after all and felt the need for her own child's name to hold some power, yet beauty and elegance with it. Elliandra Esmé Snape was the baby girl's full name.
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Not too long after that, they got married and Esmé now took Severus' last name and would no longer be Ms. Malfoy to her students.
About ten years had passed since Elliandra was born, and the Hogwarts sorting ceremony was taking place again, Elliandra sitting next to Esmé and Severus at the staff table. "Malfoy, Draco!" Minerva called off of her piece of parchment.
Esmé's nephew swagger up to the stool, and before it even touched a single hair on his head, it called out, "SLYTHERIN!". The Slytherin table clapped loudly and he walked over there, taking a seat next to Crabbe and Goyle, two boys who he was friends with.
After a while, Harry Potter was called up to the stool. "GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat yelled out and the Gryffindor table clapped the loudest. The Weasley twins yelling, "We got Potter!" out for the others to hear.
The name 'Potter' was enough to make Severus and Esmé want to flip the table over. If there was one person Esmé despised more than her brother, it was Lily Potter. Though she wouldn't say it a few years ago, Esmé did have somewhat of a crush on Severus during her time at Hogwarts and was angry and jealous when Lily was around him.
She and Quirrell had to switch off teaching classes, every week they'd switch. And unfortunately for Esmé, she had to teach the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years tomorrow.
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The next morning, Esmé had woken up, brushed up her same shoulder-length, wavy, platinum hair, did her makeup, putting on some red lipstick to match her somewhat long red acrylic nails that usually always wore. Black, pointed heels and a white dress, with black pinstripes and a singular layer at the waist, a black belt around her, and some pointed shoulders on it.
She really hadn't aged any at all, and still looked the same as she did really. She walked into her classroom and looked down at her students. "I say this to every single one of my classes, so I'll say it to you as well. First of all, do not call me 'Professor', I sound very old with that title, and I don't want it to seem that way since I'm still young. Second, even though I am very beautiful and wealthy, I'll allow you to call me Esmé. And third, once you all finish your work, which you'll hardly have any, you can do whatever you'd like. If you have any questions, ask me now." She said.
Draco rose his hand. "Yes Draco?"
"Will we be allowed to duel to practice spells?" He said, looking over at Harry as he said this.
"Yes! My, what excellent question. Ten points to Slytherin." She replied.
Draco smirked. "I'll be sure to tell Father that you and Professor Snape are the best teachers here."
She heard Harry and Ron scoff, and snicker slightly. "Is there something funny, Potter and Weasley?"
Harry quickly shook his head 'No', but Ron was bold and decided to speak up. "Yeah there is, it's funny how Malfoy's sucking up to every teacher, especially you, to try and get on the staffs good side." He said.
"There's no need for my own nephew to suck up to me, now is there? Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, for your cheek. If that behavior continues, I'll be sure to let Professor Snape deal with you two later in Potions. Now, any other questions?"
A girl named Hermione Granger rose her hand so far in the air, Esmé thought she would topple over her desk if she rose it any higher. "Yes Ms. Granger?"
"I can't help but notice, but you speak very fondly of Professor Snape. Are you two good friends?" She asked.
"Much more than friends actually Ms. Granger, that's my husband."
Ron and Harry looked almost dumbfounded; mouths open agape.
