Historias de Snapehermione

After the war, Hermione Granger thought she had left danger-and Professor Snape-behind. But fate has a way of drawing her back into the shadows. When research for a new magical discovery forces her to seek his expertise, she finds herself face-to-face with the man who once inspired fear, fascination, and something far more dangerous. His voice still sends shivers down her spine. His gaze still cuts through her like a blade. In the quiet of his dimly lit office, between the scent of old parchment and candlelight, a slow and perilous dance begins-built on shared intellect, unspoken confessions, and the kind of intimacy that lingers just out of reach. In a place where rules once kept them apart, will temptation finally break the silence? A slow-burn, post-war Snape/Hermione romance full of tension, wit, and the dangerous pull of forbidden connection.

A smut between Hermione and Snape, where hermonie accidentally projects her fantasies into his mind. A story mainly based on different sex they have in the school and how they manage to escape trouble to find a happy ending.

At the Battle of Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort betrayed Severus Snape, erroneously believing him to be the master of the Elder Wand. However, what if Snape were to have survived Nagini's bite thanks to the help of Hermione Granger? This story follows the return of Hermione to Hogwarts as the new Transfiguration professor. Eventual Snape/Hermione.

Severus Snape has mastered control-of magic, of classrooms, of himself. Until the day Hermione Granger is burned, bleeding, and unmoving on a dungeon floor. In front of students. In front of colleagues. In front of Hogwarts. The Potions Master shatters-voice raised, hands shaking, clutching her as though letting go would kill her too. Rumours spread faster than firewhisky. Whispers of obsession. Of love. Of something deeply forbidden. And when Hermione later overhears a single sentence meant for no one else- "If she dies, there will be nothing left of me." -everything changes. A story of fear, vulnerability, and the quiet devotion that survives even when pride does not.