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Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour, Severus Snape wondered how his life had gone so spectacularly downhill.
After the war, where the Dark Lord had almost certainly killed him, Severus had awoken in St Mungo's to find out that Voldemort had fallen, and that the tender embrace of death was beyond his grasp. He also was informed that The Minister For Magic had decreed that he accept a job in the Ministry, or face Azkaban...
Naturally, he took the job, which placed him under the supervision of one Miss Hermione Granger in The Department of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts ; a sure sign that fate was a fickle isn't to say that Severus shared the same prejudices as many other followers of The Dark Lord, he himself was a halfblood - he just hated the fact that he had to act under the bane of his former potions class, and one of the main reasons his days teaching at Hogwarts were akin to hell for him.
Despite this, he had to admit that Granger seemed to show aptitude for her career ( Although Severus was yet to see any substantial evidence) , which had allowed her to become the youngest ever witch to be placed as head of a department, at the tender age of 21 - Not that you would know, she still had the traits of the know-it-all chit who had caused him to dread the days when he took her class...
But she was intelligent, sarcastic, unafraid and have him as good as she got in an argument.
Chuckling darkly to himself, Severus resolved to mention about her current relationship status, and whether she intended to stay with the Weasel, a subject that made her spit in anger and curse his very existence, whilst he tried to keep a straight face at her anger, marvelling at her beauty~