Ms. Felicity of Deryshire Presents to you, the very first chapter of my new story entitled 'SETTING SEVERUS SNAPE UP'

Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione have decided to place an advertisement in the Daily Prophet under the Singles' Column. Their mission: To find a perfect lady companion for their Potions Teacher, the one and only Severus Snape. Will it turn out perfectly or will things go bad? Subscribe to the story to find out!

CHAPTER ONE

'Alright, this is it', Harry said looking at Ron and Hermione as he studied the piece of parchment one more time, 'wonder if it will sound a bit too much to ask for?' and he laughed.

'Na, it's too little if you ask me', Ron said reading the writing on the parchment and Hermione pulled it away from Harry, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

'A decent, sophisticated yet good looking male almost age forty, is seeking after a potential female companion. Personal assets include...'

'Being a slick git', Ron jeered interrupting Hermione and she narrowed her eyes at him then continued.

'A master at potions and a reasonable amount of tolerance and kindness...don't you think that is too little? I think it's too little', she said looking at Harry and he shrugged.

'Yes, you forgot ONE tinsy winsy detail that you ought to mention', Ron said looking like a child who had been naughty.

'What's that?' Hermione asked.

'HE'S A DEATH EATER!' Ron exclaimed and shook his head.

'We CAN'T put that!' she cried and continued reading, 'it would be most preferable if interested person replies using the following address. Please send picture along with basic personal information. You think anyone will reply?'

Harry shook his head, 'never. But let's keep our fingers crossed', and with that, he took the parchment from Hermione, folded it into a neat square and slid it into an envelope, then wrote the Daily Prophet's address on the front.

Ron then gived the envelope to the owl that belonged to George and off it went, flying into the sunset.

'I suppose we should just forget about it', Ron muttered and he went to the bedroom door and opened it, 'I'm going to see what's going on downstairs', and with that he disappeared.

Harry pulled down the window and sat on the vanity looking out the window of Grimmauld's Place. It was the summer holidays and he, Ron and Hermione had decided to spend it here after Sirius had pleaded with them. The Weasleys had also decided to come as well and it was a full house with Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George, Ginny as well as Sirius, Ron, Hermione and Harry all there. Suddenly the door opened again and in walked Ginny looking bewildered. She looked at Harry as she came into the room and sat on the bed beside Hermione.

'What did you three do?' she asked.

'Nothing', both Harry and Hermione said and they fully sounded guilty.

'Well I just saw RON dancing down the stairs and he just happened to let it slip that you have finally managed to set up the 'slick git'', she said.

Harry didn't want Ginny to know what they had just done because she would be angry at it. He however decided that it wouldn't make much of a difference if he told her or he didn't tell her because she would eventually pry it out of either him, Ron or Hermione.

'Well', he said and looked at Hermione for support, 'we-we thought it would be nice if we found a lady friend for Snape...'

'WHAT?' Ginny exclaimed and stood up, facing Harry, 'you DIDN't. Tell me you didn't do what I think you did, Harry.'

'Well it wasn't me alone in this', he instantly said, looking at Hermione, 'Ron as well as Hermione helped too. They were in it.'

'But it was your idea wasn't it?' Ginny asked still looking at him directly.

'It WAS his idea yes, initially...'

'HERMIONE!' Harry cried interrupting her, 'YOU were the one who said that maybe it would be best for him, maybe it would be nice for him to find someone who might actually change him!'

Ginny turned to Hermione and asked, 'who wrote the advertisement? Whose writing is it in?'

And instantly Harry's cheeks turned crimson and he turned away to look out the window, pretending to find something interesting outside.

'Oh Harry!' Ginny cried and grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her, 'it WAS your idea!'

'I don't know what you're talking about', he said and winked at both of them then went to the door, 'what advertisement?' and he walked out of the room.

'HARRY POTTER YOU COME BACK HERE!' Ginny shouted and when he didn't come back, she sat next to Hermione and demanded that she explain what they had done.

'Well, we just wrote out an advertisement to place in the Daily Prophet, under the Singles' Column.'

'And what did it say exactly?' Ginny asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

'Just that a sophisticated man almost forty is seeking a female companion for possible dating...'

Ginny smiled, 'definitely SOPHISTICATED.'

'Yes, but I don't think anyone will respond do you?' Hermione asked, 'who responds to such frivolous advertisements?'

Both of them stared off out through the window and Hermione laughed.

'We might be surprised Hermione.'

'Who can be THAT desperate?' and Hermione lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, 'I mean come on, to date a Potions Master?'

'I think they will know its Snape,' Ginny suddenly said and Hermione got up and looked at her, her forehead creased with concern.

'How will they know?' she asked.

'Well come on Hermione, how many Potions Masters are there?'

And Hermione got up from the bed, then went to the window as if she had some power to call back the owl then she walked towards the middle of the room, looked at Ginny and walked out the door, muttering nervously to herself. Ginny smiled and she then lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling trying to picture how Snape would react when whoever the woman was would pay a visit to him.