Whispers
A/N: I don't own anything Harry Potter, nor am I making any profit out of this story. I had finals this week, and this little plot wouldn't leave my head for me to study. Normally I can subdue them, but this one wouldn't leave. This is my first story. Ever. Reviews would be loved, flames not so much. XOXO Potiongurl08
Looking down at the flowers in her hand, she let herself be swept away through the waves of her memory. Had it really been only four years? It seemed as if she had known him her entire life. Granted, he had been one of her professors, but that time period had been a strict teacher/student relationship. In fact, they had hated each other at that time, such a difference between their relationship now and then.
"Are you ready honey? The hall is beautiful and everyone is waiting." The soft words barely reached her ears. Turning to face her father, she nodded her head solemnly. Smiling, she whispered back, "It's now or never." As she followed her father out the bedroom door, she turned back slightly to check one last time that every item was in place and ready to go. After all, they didn't call her a perfectionist for nothing.
Placing her hand on her father's, she smiled to her friends as she was escorted by them. The hall was really beautiful; there were red poinsettias everywhere and snow falling from the ceiling. Hogwart's normal Christmas trees were present, thanks to the help from Hagrid and Professor Flitwick. And her Black Knight (although he sneered every time she called him such) was waiting for her at the end of the hall. The love of her life was soon to be her partner and mate.
She really could not distinguish the moment that she first felt love for the man. After Dumbledore's death, she had secretly feared that the man had fallen so far into the darkness, had succumbed to such a degree that he could never return. She was grateful that her fears had been unfounded. She found herself surprised to feel a smile on her face that refused to go away. What startled her more so, was the smile that also graced her lover's face. They were rare, as he was very fond of his patented sneers, but when a smile did appear it truly made her heart skip a beat.
This man is going to be my husband! My love and I will be united for all eternity. The mantra kept repeating itself in her head as she drew closer to him. And as her father handed her over to her groom, she could not help staring into his eyes. He had always portrayed himself as a grouchy, untouchable, and sadly, unlovable man. But in the past four years, she had found herself drawn more and more into his world. A world that had become more peaceful and bright since the fall of Voldemort, although she knew there were dark corners she would never be allowed to see. His world had meshed into her world, until she could no longer think of a life with out him.
She had honestly been surprised when he had asked her to be his wife. She knew that he had loved her, but had never thought him to be the type of man to make a move such as engagement. To say she was thrilled would be a severe understatement. And now she was standing here beside him, listening to the words of the warlock in front of them.
"You may now kiss your bride." She felt her smile grow bigger as he leaned toward her. He softly placed a kiss on her lips.
"I love you, Hermione Snape," he softly whispered. And as he bent to give her a more passionate kiss, she heard herself reply, "As I love you, Severus."