Hi, I found this wunderful heartbreaking story from 'houseghost' and found it worthy to be translated. So here it is, my translation. Please be kind to me, because I am not a native english. Nothing of the characters or the world belongs to me.

Tear me apart Chapter 1

Unexpected or sewer rat

Hermione opened her eyes and blinked sleepily. The holidays were standing ready to end and her luggage for the trip to Hogwarts was packed. She was looking forward to see the castle, the library and their best friends again. The world seemed to be in order. If there was not this noise, it would be an absolute.

"Hermione," cried her mother.

"Yes!"

"Hermione," now for the third time.

"Yes, I'll be right there," she yelled back.

Reluctantly she opened the blanket aside and slipped into her slippers. Loud thumping on the stairs was heard. Oh, mother approaching. Hermione quickly pulled over her robe and hurried to the door. Just in time, because even now her mother held her head angrily through the gap.

"Down there is a bed," she told applied. Hermione yawned.

"A bed?"

Her mother nodded with a stern look. "A certain Professor Dumbledore has sent it, standing on the letter that has just brought an owl."

"Oh."

Her mother impatiently drumming her fingernails against the door frame. "However," she cried out sharply. "It is in the front yard."

That's the limit.

Hermione bit her lip. "Give me a minute, Mom." However, when she made no effort to move away from the door, Hermione had no choice than to follow her down. The front door was open. In fact, a bed. With a large purple bow around it. Apart from the neighbors, who dislocated their necks and their father, who was leaning with his arms crossed on the front door, there was fortunately nothing wrong with this beautiful morning.

"Do you know what that is?" Mr. Granger asked, irritated. Hermione hesitated, but did not dare to say anything. "A marriage bed."

She swallowed. "This must be a hoax. Certainly even ... " She paused. A familiar sound approached purposefully her house. There was no doubt, an owl. Hermione was getting restless. Why in heaven's name she got just now even a letter? She had hardly set foot outside the door set, since the owl was their cargo sailing to the ground and flew quickly away in a different direction. "Thank you!", Hermione roared behind. Then she bent down and picked up the mail. Even the envelope did not bode well that the letter was from the Ministry of Magic. The next thing Hermione tackled, was Dumbledore's message that belonged to the bed. But his lines were not at all what she had expected. It all had to be a terribly big mistake! She sat on her bed and digested the shock that this morning had given to her, as from some distance she heard a loud roar that came steadily closer. She closed her eyes and counted to three, in order to calm down. But the roar grew louder. She ran to the window and rubbed her eyes as she saw a flying motorcycle in the sky. As fast as she could, she ran down the stairs and opened the front door. The bike had just landed on the lawn, right next to the ghostly bed that was still waiting to find a new destination.

"Hagrid", called Hermione and ran toward the giant, hairy man.

"Hermione", he held out his arms and caught her joyfully.

"What are you doing here?"

He grinned. "I will pick you up. Dumbledore himself has given me the job."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, her spirits sank to the basement. "Dumbledore," she repeated, almost, gnashing her teeth.

He nodded. "Great man, Dumbledore."

Hermione was speechless. She did not know what she wanted to get rid of first, her anger, or her disappointment. "That may be," she said finally. "But we can not ..."

"He'll know what he's doing," Hagrid said confidently. "You should put the bed in your room, you should really."

"Hagrid," she blurted. "Why?"

He scratched his head, his good mood was suddenly gone, as he saw the look on her face. "Trust Dumbledore simply, you'll see."

"Do you know what all this is?", Hermione penetrated further. "I wake up and find this monster on the front lawn, then comes an owl, delivers a letter for me, in that stands, I do ..." she swallowed, "... have to be married."

Hagrid took a deep breath. "Let's fly to Dumbledore, he'll know what's going on."

Hermione was close to tears. "That can only be a terrible mistake," she whimpered. Hagrid took her in his arms. A big tear rolled down his cheek. The Grangers were standing at the window and looked helplessly out into the garden, to her daughter, the giant, the strange motorcycle and the bed.

In the principal's office ruled thick air. Snape stood with his arms crossed in front of Dumbledore's desk and looked at him with sparkling eyes. "This time you have outdone yourselve," he remarked sarcastically. "Your demand will transport me directly to hell."

"Severus ..." continued Dumbledore.

"No," roared Snape. "She's a child, Albus." He looked as if he feels sick. A deep furrow was between his brows.

"She's not a child anymore. And she is much smarter than all the other students together. Determined you will find some common ground. "

"She is intolerable," Snape commented with a hard lead.

"She's not. You just need to know how to deal with her. "He sighed hard." Severus, please. "

"How long must I hold out my head still for your brilliant ideas, Headmaster?" Snape asked, emphasizing each word.

Much to Dumbledores dismay. "I'm sure you'll find a way ..."

He had not finished speaking when the fire flared up and McGonagall came out with Hermione Granger in tow.

"Albus," called the teacher as soon as she had stepped out of the ashes. Hermione followed her every step. She looked like she would burst into tears at any moment.

Snape rolled his eyes. "That was a private conversation, Minerva," he muttered out with clenched jaws.

"That does not matter," she snapped back. "Would someone please explain what's going on?" Her eyes were wide with excitement.

"Albus," Snape said, turning with flashing eyes to his head. "Would you be so kind?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "The Ministry has taken measures to protect female Muggle-born students." He paused and let sink the comments made. Snape was grinding his jaw. "A new law provides that such persons should be transferred into the custody of a magician that is capable, to protect them from dangers."

McGonagall opened her mouth. "This ... this is outrageous," she exclaimed in a trembling voice. Hermione stood speechless beside her, chewing on her lip.

Dumbledore looked over his glasses at the group. "I'm so sorry, we have no choice but to yield to this arrangement."

"What?", Hermione shrieked. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. McGonagall put an arm protectively around her shoulder. "What kind of danger?"

"Death Eaters, Voldemort's followers."

Snape was staring straight ahead. "Then I can not be the choice because of my past," he said stiffly.

Dumbledore turned his gaze on him. "Severus, I do not think that this is now up for debate. You have shown me faithfully for many years, that will not even have escaped the Ministry ... "

"Moment", Hermione turned on himself before he had uttered. "What would that mean exactly, they do not come into question?"

Snape coughed. "Tell it to her, or should I do it, Headmaster?" His gaze was razor sharp.

Dumbledore looked at him sternly. "There is no reason to be abusive, Severus." Then he turned with tempered look at Hermione. "We have to face it, Miss Granger. There are not many suitable candidates within."

She swallowed. A sense of foreboding spread through her head as she slipped her eyes across the room and between the present persons back and forth. Quite angry.

Minerva looked like she would fall over at any moment. "Albus ..." she cried desperately. "That's not possible!"

"I fear it," he admitted quietly. "Severus is as chaste and innocent as a lamb ..." A low rumble was heard from Snape's throat. "He would certainly be the most worthy candidate," continued Dumbledore.

Hermione had stopped breathing. That. Is. Not. Possible.

"What", exclaimed McGonagall. "And why should we give Miss Granger in his care?"

"Thank you, Minerva," Snape remarked snooty, he obviously felt robbed of his honor.

Dumbledore fiddled with his glasses, all staring at him, waiting for an answer. Hermione got a strange complexion. "Do we have a choice?", said the headmaster.

"Indeed! What about one of the students?", suggested McGonagall.

Snape smirked smugly.

Dumbledore shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid that will not be enough to meet the requirements, Minerva."

"What are the requirements for as yet, Albus?"

"Candidates must be at least of age, it is the want of the ministry. In addition, a service of the Ministry or other device is recommended, but at least a completed training to ensure the material provision of protection to the commanded person."

"That too," groaned McGonagall. "In order that the students are not well-challenged."

Hermione shook her head and looked between Snape and Dumbledore. The headmaster finally seemed to notice her presence. "Miss Granger," he said formally. "Please do not forget to breathe. This meeting is solely for your welfare."

Hermione was relieved that he had finally noticed her and gasped.

Snape cleared his throat. "After my well no one asks?" He noted. His eyebrows slid upwards.

Hermione suddenly drove around to him. "You", she shouted with a wagging finger. "... it ... you dare still consider this insolence?"

He lifted the corner of his mouth, baring his teeth. "Ten points from Griffindor, Miss Granger."

Her jaw dropped down. "WHAT?"

"Considering that you have a disrespectful behavior to a teacher."

"How dare you?" Now she was really moving. "You think but not in all seriousness, that I fall purely on this game?"

He looked at her intently. She felt the huge flame that blazed behind his black eyes. A look of power and strength. "That's not what I intended, Miss Granger," he said clearly.

"No? What are you then to do? "

"Quiet please," Dumbledore intervened. "We need to preserve the nerves."

Minerva looked as if she had yielded to fate. "If the ministry wants it, we have no choice," she murmured thoughtfully.

Hermione swallowed hard and crossed her arms in protest.

Snape turned his head disapprovingly and stared out of the window.

"I've thought it over thoroughly, my friends", continued Dumbledore.

But Hermione did not want to give up. Not before she knew exactly what was behind it. "Professor, what does it all mean?", She asked meekly. "What are the consequences and facts that should I expect?"

"A stringent law, a mutual commitment ..."

"What?" Hermione cried desperately and threw herself against Professor McGonagall.

"We have to make an arrangement that ensures that you will, sooner or later, be under the protection of a capable and powerful sorcerer."

"Thank you, Albus," Snape muttered with a sharp voice. He looked more and more bored with this conversation.

"Very well. Let us lose no time, I am the captain of this ship, "said Dumbledore proud and let his gaze drive to Hermione. "Miss Granger, it would be an honor to lead you to the altar. "

"No," she cried, surprised. "Never!"

"I'm afraid but unfortunately we need a vow that proves the seriousness of this situation."

She was taken aback. "What exactly is the arrangement about?" She asked cautiously. "Is there some time and space limitation?"

"Indeed, Miss Granger." Hermione clenched her hands into fists. Her impatience grew with every second. "You will marry Professor Snape and he will guarantee protection for you."

Snape growled like a wild animal, and Hermione could feel the tiny hairs on her neck stood up. Oh no! This animal nature was to be her husband?

"I tell you to take other premises, the dungeon rooms are a bit uncomfortable for two people ..."

"What do you mean, Professor?" Hermione whispered. Suddenly she felt very weak.

"Well, the contract provides that both of you apply common premises, not more and not less."

She swallowed. "I need to live in an apartment with Professor Snape?"

Snape cleared his throat. "If I may say something ... I prefer to stay in the dungeons, to comply with the principles of a Slytherin."

Old sewer rat!

"Well, Severus. I think that can come to terms ... then we would have resolved that." A relieved smile was on his lips.

Hermione looked around the room speechless. A little later she was married. With the sewer rat.