A/N: I had so much fun writing Snape and Sinistra that I decided that I could not let go of them again, yet. There are quite a few scenes I have come up with that I could not fit into "A Golden Dawn", so I decided to write a story set in the same universe that consists of some drabbles with no actual storyline to connect them. I put this into the humor category as many of the scenes I envisioned were not too serious. Not to say that there won't be any serious ones. I am rambling. Sorry. I hope you enjoy. :)

To The Nines

"Oh, Severus. You must be kidding me!" exclaimed Aurora Sinistra, her hands clasped under her chin.

"I doubt it as I have no sense of humor I am aware of." Severus Snape, in his usual black robes, turned towards his fellow teacher and current fiance and raised an eyebrow in a bid to look menacing.

"It is our wedding day! You should really make an effort!"

"I washed my hair," he grumbled, already fed up with an argument that had not yet started. He flicked his hair away from his face by twitching his head to the side and curled his lip at the smell of honey that wafted into his nostrils. Apparently, he had accidentally used her shampoo again.

"That is true," she walked towards him, still in her dressing robe but her hair already expertly curled and make-up applied. Snape found that she looked breathtaking although he preferred the more natural look she usually wore. The dark eyes looked unfamiliar and he found it disconcerting as her dark lashes were usually the only thing that gave them definition. "... but still. Seriously. Is there absolutely nothing else in your wardrobe? So you own that very same outfit how many times?"

"Five," he said in a clipped voice, desperate to preserve his dignity. Aurora huffed.

"You surely must have something else!"

"If you would like me to wear my pajamas, I will oblige."

"At least leave the robes," she pleaded and tugged at the offending garment. "You will look distinctly more groom-like in only your frock."

He bend forwards to level with her. "We are not even married and you are already trying to order me about."

She raised both eyebrows. "Me? Who forced an impromptu crash course on the making of anti-bellyache potion on me just last night? I felt like a student again!"

Snape felt rightfully offended. "I will disregard that very foolish comment as you must surely be fully aware of the fact that that particular potion is just what our daughter frequently needs at the moment."

Aurora folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting for him to comply and take his robes off. Although Snape had already resigned himself to the fact that he would walk down the proverbial isle cape-less and would therefore look considerably less menacing than usual, he decided to not let her win so easily.

"I like my cloak."

"I don't want people to think I am getting married to a bat." He could see from the fine lines that were forming around her eyes that she was enjoying the banter as much as he did.

"It would be quite fitting, one would assume, as you are the resident batty astronomy professor."

She now stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised. "Batty? And there I was under the impression that I was the sane tower resident around here."

"Then you were wrong," he said silkily. "Apparently," he added in a more conversational tone, "you are planning on getting married in your dressing robe. As charming as the little cats on it are and even taken into account the fact that very few people will be in attendance, I do not believe it fits the occasion."

Aurora looked down her body and shrugged. "So you are suggesting I take it off?"

Snape gave an exasperated sigh. "Aurora, we will get married in ten minutes. Everyone is waiting downstairs!"

Aurora rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and took the robe off while she was walking toward the bathroom, leaving Snape to stare at her naked thighs, wishing they had more time. A moment later, she emerged again, in a dark blue dress.

"No white?" he asked.

She chuckled. "Me? White is for the innocent, Severus!"

Silently, Snape took off his cloak, the swishing of it as he threw it carelessly onto a chair the only sound. He walked towards his soon-to-be-wife and ran his hand down the dress, muttering some words. He reached for her chin and held it between his thumb and forefinger, staring at her sternly.

"I ditch the cape, you wear white. Then we have a deal."

Aurora frowned, then looked down herself again. The dress she had been wearing was the very same, but Snape had turned it white.

"Really? Want me to put some flowers in my hair, too?"

"Not unless you want me to."

She laughed out loud as the thought of Snape with flowers in his hair was truly ridiculous. And also oddly frightening.

"Well, then what are we waiting for?"

He took her hand and guided her down the stairs towards the Great Hall where the ceremony would take place. Aurora smiled a little too sweetly at Snape as she ran her hand gently down his back. Only when they were walking towards McGonagall, he realized what she had done after noticing the awed looks his his colleagues faces.

His frock was now completely white.

Quickly, his hand went up to his hair but at least she had refrained from putting flowers there, too.

"I am getting married to you!" he whispered into her ear heatedly. "What am I getting myself into?"

Aurora grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "I believe it is a little late for doubts now, Severus."