Prompt: House-elves

Genre: Romance

Ship: Snape/Trelawney

Word Count: 500ish

Era: 1st-7th year trio

A little mess that occurred behind-the-scenes during 5th year, April 1st.

Hermione stared at the storage closet in which Professor Snape kept his potion ingredients. The ones she was looking for had to be here somewhere. It couldn't possibly be this hard! Ashwinder eggs… honestly. She'd been fully aware of just how tremendously difficult this potion was to make, and yet...

Why was she doing what Harry and Ron had asked her to do anyway? This was ridiculous, doing this sort of thing, just to get a rise out of someone. Just for a good laugh, a good April fool's joke. Next year she was asking them to make their own potions to torment the poor old man.

Sure, they'd gotten a hair of the dodgy old bat, but still… this was ridiculous. Sometimes she really hated being the smart one of the group, just because she was constantly exploited by those two dunderheads.

Groaning, she looked around one last time before spotting the last ingredient she needed, and was out the door, bottle in hand.

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Something tasted suspiciously different about his tea and scones this morning. Strange. Maybe the house-elves were out to get him this time, since he never ate at the staff table, at the head of the dining hall anyhow. Damn kids. No need spending more time with them than really necessary. But still… the taste was peculiar, and he could swore he recognized it from somewhere. He just couldn't name what it was.

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Professor Sybill Trelawney was minding her own business, pretending to see the future and sealing certain students fateful doom during one of her classes with a group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw 3rd years, when all of a sudden the door burst open, the image of a very tall, lanky man with greasy black hair standing in the doorway, black robes billowing behind him in an urgent frenzy. Severus Snape had never looked so much like a dark knight in shining armor ever before. Not that Sybill was interested; no, not at all. Nevertheless, it needed to be noted. She'd never seen him look quite like this at all – it was a new image for him. A slight change in his position, and he could have assumed the proud stance of Captain Morgan – a man that Sybill was only too familiar with.

"I've come here," he started dramatically, "to prove my never-ending love and devotion to you, my dearest Sybill, by asking for your hand in marriage and the consummation of this love." He came forward to kneel before her, her eyes wide in shock. "Is it love, I ask you? Why, if you were to ask me," he continued in that deep, raspy voice of his, "I would tell you that it has been since the very beginning of time. Nevertheless, I do not understand why I only came to the realization that you are, in fact, the one for me, for the rest of eternity, on this fateful morning, otherwise I would have courted you long before, my sorrows gone from my life then and there."

Trelawney fled the classroom, closely followed by one dearly devoted Severus Snape, as well as the laughter of her students.

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When the Potions Master awoke again the next morning and made his way grimly to his 8am 5th year Potions class with the Gryffindors, he gave the whole room a dirty look. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all too aware that it was meant primarily for them.

AN: Yes, I am aware that this is very, very random, but somebody prompted me to do it and… I did it. XD So here it is and please review – no flames please – because this is not usually the pairing that I ship OR write. I reposted this because I made some small grammar changes. :D

Tal