Severus P.O.V

It was a grey and dull morning at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. The birds had stopped singing, the whomping willow remained unusually still in the grounds, For once students must have actually listened to one of Argus Filtch, the caretaker, warnings and avoided the ancient tree. The lake remained still, slightly deeper as they had had months of heavy rain, but there wasn't a single ripple to be seen. All was calm outside.

However inside was another story and Severus Snape was absolutely fuming as he slowly made his way up to the head teacher's room. He had to keep avoiding small first year pupils which made him twice as mad, as they kept getting in his way. The thick stonewalls were a good containment for his anger as he thought of every hex under the sun he could use on Albus. Luckily most of the first years remained unscathed, apart from one small boy who had about 50 house points removed just because he was unfortunate enough to be on the stairs at the same time as Severus. Then as he eventually got to the head teachers corridor he nearly tripped over the carpet, that peeves had 'helpfully placed on the stairs'

"20 points away from hufflepuff" He mumbled to no one inpacticular. He didn't care how unfair that sentence was, hufflepuff were the type of idiots who thought peeves was just funny, not some vicious dark creature that should be shot, he wished peeves was still alive just so he could kill him again, in as many painful ways as physically possible.

He ran through the final narrow corridor as the portraits glared at him for disrupting their peaceful sleep, they were rarely disturbed in this corridor as Albus Dumbledore was quite quiet and left them well alone, unless he needed to ask them something. He almost tripped again, as he reached the Head teacher's great wooden door. He knocked so hard he almost broke it. And with a thud the door opened, leaving him tangled up in a heap on the cold stone floor. He took no time to get up and adjust himself to the surroundings. He lunged himself at Dumbledore screaming..

"You barmy old git! What the bloody hell have you done this for!?" Severus said shaking a red piece of parchment paper in front of Dumbledore's eyes. On closer inspection there were hearts all the way around the paper.

"Relax, dear boy, Its not good for your blood pressure being this uptight, besides I thought you deserved some fun in your life." he replied with a twinkle in his eyes

"Muggle blind date!," Severus was shouting, "how could you do this to me, I've always known you secretly have always hated me and were waiting to torture me with any means necessary, but THIS! Why didn't you just tell Voldemort I was working for the order so he could kill me to save you the bother!"

"Relax dear boy, no need to get irate, it will be good fun."

"Oh yeah, for who exactly? Not me for sure!"

"Yes. For you, now if you really don't mind I have work to be getting on with, I'm warning you.. if you don't go.. I will never speak to you again. And I'l let Gryffindor win the house cup."

That swayed it for Severus. He turned blue in the face, then an off shade of greeny purple, Then after a minute.

"Fine! I'l do it. But don't expect me to be happy about it!"

Severus then stalked out into the stone corridor, causing the portraits to wake from their sleep again; one of the knights boldly shook his fist at Severus as he went past. Causing Severus to swear so loudly at him, that he fled to another portrait.

' bloody lunatic', he said under his breath as he disappeared down the stairs, intending to hex any student with an unforgivable, that had the misfortune of being in his way.

Meanwhile...

Hermione's POV:

At the Burrow, the weather was slightly more pleasant than at Hogwarts, which never seemed to get the sun at it these days. The warming winter sun had come out from the clouds causing the birds to return to the trees. All around you in the garden, you could hear the clucking of chickens, giving the place a lovely hearty country hue to it.

The golden trio, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, had left Hogwarts two years ago, and still remained perfectly good friends. Ron had asked Hermione out at the end of year seven however they had decided that they were better as friends. The war was over, finally, and Voldemort had been defeated, sadly with many losses both sides. Harry had finally started his Auror training, after he begged Albus Dumbledore to pass him in potions, even though Severus Snape had failed him miserably, Giving him a P, only two marks away from a T (troll). He even managed to scrape an E in Divinisation, but he suspected that was because of his inability to die when his professor had predicted his death. Hermione had managed to get an O in everything, even the boring history of magic, but had still not decided what career to peruse. She was currently working part time at a small second hand bookshop in Diagon alley.

Hermione was also as mad as Severus and fuming as she cast a bat bogey hex at Harry and Ron. She wasn't as good as Ginny at this hex (who having loads of brothers had plenty of practice hexing them!) They both dodged it easily, she also tried a leg locker curse, but as she was so angry, it failed, bouncing off and hitting a startled chicken. She was so angry she was hitting everything apart from Harry and Ron. She was tempted to hex them with an unforgivable, but even she wasn't that angry.

"How could you do this to me, I'm your friend!" Hermione shouted after she couldn't think of anymore curses to yell at a sniggering Ron and Harry as she waved a letter in front of them

"You need some fun in your life. It's been years since you've been on a real live date, If you count that quiddich oaf Victor Krum, a date." Ron said, ready to dodge any more curses thrown at him.

"Yeah but not bloody blind date, I have some standards! "she said hitting Harry over the head with 'Hogwarts A History' As he was giggling the most.

"Nonsense Hermione, Your standards are so high I doubt any man would be able to measure up to them, Its not easy for us to be Smart as well as good looking! Anyway, you're be fine, your just being silly. And your enjoy it once you get there. By the way, You can't back out, it's a legally binding contract with this ITV person that Mr Weasley is so fond of."

"Arsehole" she said as she walked into the house, leaving them all outside to snigger at her outbursts.