Hermione woke late
Saturday morning to the smell of bacon. She shook her head and pulled her bed
curtain back.
Her drapes were already
opened and sunlight spilled into the room. A breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast,
and juice were sitting on a small lap table next to the bed. A scroll tied with
a silver ribbon sat next to her breakfast.
Hermione levitated the
tray with a wave of her wand. Crookshanks sniffed at the tray momentarily
before Hermione shooed him away. She took a sip of pumpkin juice and reached for
the scroll.
Hermione,
I was going to make an
excursion to Hogsmede today to replenish supplies not available to me last
night. You might find it in your interest to join me.
Severus
Hermione shrugged and looked at a timepiece she kept around her neck. It was
almost 10 o’clock. She wondered when he planned on leaving. She quickly ate her
breakfast and went into her bathroom. She submerged herself into her tub and
began washing her hair. Her hair was twisted in a towel and she was choosing
her robes when there was a soft knock at her door.
“Emicoatus,” she called
out. Severus walked into her chambers and looked at her. Her hair was wrapped
in a white fluffy towel. Her cheeks were flushed pink from her bath and her
eyes were shining. Her White terry cloth robe stopped mid calf and her legs and
feet were bare. Severus was instantly reminded of young Weasley’s comment
earlier, but quickly pushed it from his mind.
“You got my scroll?”
Severus said hesitantly.
“I’m almost ready to go,”
said Hermione. “I just need to get dressed.”
“I wasn’t planning to go
until after lunch,” said Severus. He seemed surprised she was ready to go so
soon. “But we can always get an early start,” he added quickly.
Crookshanks jumped off the
bed and began winding his way around Severus’ legs. He purred loudly.
“I don’t think so,”
Severus said sternly to the cat. “You get to stay here.”
Crookshanks seemed to
understand Severus. He stalked off, seemingly annoyed.
“I’ll be ready soon,”
Hermione said.
Severus gave her a short
nod and left her chambers.
&&
“It’s not even a Hogsmede
weekend!” complained Ron.
“I know,” said Hermione,
trying not to smirk.
“Bring us back sweets,”
said Harry.
“I will,” promised
Hermione.
“And the new book on
Bulgarian Defense Strategies,” said Ron, fishing in his robes for money.
“Never thought you’d ask
me to pick up a book for you,” Hermione said pocketing his coins.
“Pygmy Puff Treats for
“We’ll need that book to
win the cup from Ravenclaw,” said Ron shrugging.
“Just have a good time,”
said Harry, ignoring Ron.
“I will,” said Hermione,
smiling.
&&
Hermione walked through
the door Severus was holding open for her and looked around at the contents of
Flourish and Blotts bookstore. She quickly selected the book Ron had asked her
to get for him.
“What on Earth is that
for?” Severus asked. Hermione told him. Severus snorted.
“It’s going to take more
than that to beat Ravenclaw,” he said.
“What makes you say that?”
Hermione asked, picking up a book about Egyptian Hexes.
“Connie Watkins’
grandfather used to be the coach for the Hornets,” said Severus.
“Let them think they have
a chance,” said Hermione, shrugging. “Is that the replacement girl?”
“Yes,” said Severus
picking up a book of Russian history. He tucked it under his arm. “I looked
into her parentage after the game.”
“Hello, Severus,” a smooth
voice said behind them. Hermione and Severus turned to see Lucius Malfoy
standing behind them. “And Madam Snape, what a delightful surprise.”
“Lucius,” said Snape
nodding curtly at him.
“Congratulations on your
marriage,” said Lucius. “I would have congratulated you sooner, of course, had
you decided to stay at your own reception long enough to receive your guests.
How like you Severus.”
“I thought a couple was
allowed a bit of privacy on their wedding night,” Hermione snapped. Lucius
looked at Hermione with mild surprise. To his horror, Severus felt his cheeks
going pink.
“It seems I may have
misjudged you,” said Lucius to Severus. “It only makes sense you would retire
early. It was a school night, after all.”
Hermione felt her cheeks
flame with anger. She tasted copper as she bit her tongue to stay silent.
“Arachne sprechen,” said
Snape with a wave of his wand.
Lucius opened his mouth to
speak a spell of his own, Hermione suspected, but instead a cascade of spiders
fell out of his mouth. They scrabbled over his waistcoat and down the front of
his trousers. He leaped back in surprise, then glared at Severus.
“Watch your tongue when
you’re in the presence of a lady,” said Severus in a low dangerous tone. Lucius
glared at the pair of them for a moment before he stalked off.
“What was that?” Hermione
asked.
“It will wear off in a few
hours,” said Severus, apparently satisfied. “Until then, he won’t be able to
speak.”
“That could be handy,”
Hermione mused to herself, trying to recall the movements he made with his wand
when he uttered the incantation.
“Don’t even think about
it,” Severus warned.
“Wow,” said Harry,
impressed. He was sitting in a chair in the Gryffindor common room. Ron and
Hermione were sitting in chairs nearby. There was an odd assortment of sweets
spread in front of them on a low table.
“Do you remember how to do
it?” Ron asked excitedly.
“No,” Hermione lied. “It
happened too quickly.” She handed Ron a Chocolate Frog and grabbed her new
backpack. She reached into it, past beyond where she should have stopped. “I
got your book.”
“Where’d you get the bag?”
Ron asked abruptly.
“Severus,” said Hermione,
handing Ron the Quidditch book he had asked for.
“Severus?” asked Ron. “Getting
a bit chummy, are we?”
“Ron,” warned Harry.
“It’s just a question,”
Ron said sharply.
“Whether we like it or
not, this marriage may last awhile,” said Hermione quietly as she rustled
through her bag of sweets. “This really is the sensible thing to do.”
Ron was silent.
“Are you going to petition
for an annulment in six months?” Ron asked.
“Probably not,” Hermione
said. Ron looked at her in shock.
“Oh, come on, Ron,”
Hermione said exasperatedly. “What if I got put in the hands of a Death Eater?
By that time I’ll be in the Order.”
“One of us can petition
for you,” said Ron, meaning any of the Gryffindor boys.
“That doesn’t mean
anything,” said Hermione. “Percy pulled some strings so I’d get a choice this
time, but there’s no guarantee I’ll get a choice next time.”
“She’s right, Ron,” said
Harry as Ron opened his mouth to protest. Ron closed his mouth and shook his
head. He threw the unopened Chocolate Frog back on the table and retreated up
the stairs to the Boys Dorm without saying good night.
“It’s a bit difficult for
him,” said Harry apologetically.
“I know,” said Hermione
quietly. “But it’s not that easy on me either.”
“I know,” said Harry,
getting up and putting an arm around her. “Probably isn’t all that easy on old
Snape, either,” he added as an afterthought.
“He’s been very generous,”
said Hermione, wiping tears away before they fell. “I have the coolest bathroom
in the world.”
Harry laughed. “I’ll have
to see it sometime. Just make sure he’s in class so I don’t get punished for
traipsing through a teachers quarters.”
“OK,” said Hermione
squeezing him back. He rose and went back to his chair.
&&
When Hermione got back to
her quarters she found Severus asleep on the couch under a pile of scrolls and
an orange pile of hair.
Hermione shook her head
and whistled softly. Crookshanks popped his head out of the pile and yawned
widely.
“Bed, Crookshanks,”
Hermione whispered. As he rose a few scrolls fluttered to the floor. She
cringed, but Severus didn’t wake. She waved her wand at him and the scrolls
gathered themselves up and settled into a neat pile on the coffee table. She
approached his chambers. She looked at the door and scrutinized it. She had
never seen the inside of them, and decided she didn’t want to challenge any
wards he had on the door.
Hermione quietly slipped
into her room and picked up a grey blanket thrown over a chair in one of the
corners. She slipped back into her receiving room and covered Severus with her
blanket. He shifted slightly as the blanket settled on him, but stopped moving,
momentarily. A lock of raven hair lay across his forehead, his head tilted
back. His face was relaxed in sleep and Hermione stopped for a moment to look
at him.
Severus was her husband.
He wasn’t unattractive, he was intelligent, and it could have been far worse.
She had enjoyed their day together. They had browsed bookstores and potion
ingredient shops. She hadn’t seen Severus pay for anything, but watched him
sign off invoices wherever they made a purchase. Maybe it was a form of
Wizarding credit.
She realized she was
staring at him and finally tiptoed back into her chambers to sleep with
Crookshanks.
&&
Hermione woke to a loud
tapping at her window. She opened her interior shutters to see a large eagle
owl outside on her oversized ledge. He was sitting on a fairly large package.
Hermione opened the
window, looking at him confused.
“Are you lost, pretty
boy?” she asked as she scratched him behind his ear tufts and reached out for
the invoice attached to the package:
To: Madam Snape
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Kethols Book of
Experimental Fungi
Hillards Justification of Dark Arts in Modern Day
A Biography of Merlin
Ulf the Amazing Explains Advanced Rune Work
Percivals Examination of Titanium
1 bookmark
Paid In Full: Snape
Estate
Hermione paled as she looked at the stack of books in front of her. The fungi
book alone was 50 galleons. The Biography of Merlin was ‘price upon request.’
She looked at the eagle
owl, who was purring contentedly. He seemed to be going nowhere anytime soon.
“Did Severus buy these?”
Hermione stared in shock. The owl hooted and flew into her room. He landed on a
perch she had not even noticed, near the ceiling. “Well then,” she said,
slightly taken aback.
Hermione looked at
Crookshanks who was staring at the owl.
“Crookshanks?” Hermione
wavered. Crookshanks didn’t move. Hermione decided it was best to get help.
She opened the door to her
chambers and walked into her receiving room. It was empty. She tentatively
walked to Severus’ door and knocked quietly. When she got no response she
knocked a little more firmly.
Hermione was about to
knock a third time when she heard a soft scraping behind the door and it was
opened.
“Bit early, isn’t it?”
asked Severus sleepily, wiping his face with the sleeve of his black bathrobe.
“Tell that to the owl in
my bedroom,” said Hermione.
“What?” asked Severus,
peering over her shoulder as if he could see into her rooms from where he was.
Hermione moved out of his way and followed him into her rooms.
His eyes first fell on the
opened package on the table.
“Is this what it brought?”
asked Severus, frowning slightly. He picked up the invoice and groaned.
“Yes,” Hermione said.
“Obviously there’s been a mistake.”
“There’s been no mistake,”
said Severus. His eyes wandered the room and fell on the owl. His eyes
narrowed.
“Hello, father,” he sighed
resignedly.