Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from the Harry Potter Books.

Spoilers: none really if you've read the first book as there is no true description of events in any way shape or form

I hope that you enjoy this fic.

Dance…Two…Three…Four

One…Two…Three…Four

The dance floor was swarmed with teens in ridiculously low cut costumes… and Hermione Granger was not enjoying herself.

Twist…Two…Three…Four

She still didn't understand how Harry and Ron had convinced her to come to the dance. It wasn't like anyone had asked her to come – on a date that is. She could have been finishing her Potions essay in the Library or Common Room.

The hormones were practically visible in the air around the flailing dancers. If one didn't know that a dance was going on it would seem like a battle – except people weren't killing each other.

There were two hours left until the formal ended and Hermione Granger was not enjoying herself.

One…Two…Three…Four

Suddenly Hermione saw him – her husband that is. Her "mysterious lover" as Harry and Ron put it. They had no idea how well that definition fit her partner. After all, her best friends still didn't know that she was married – and he was quite the mysterious man, always very secretive.

But she couldn't dance with her lover… so Hermione Granger was not enjoying herself.

Sweep…Two…Three…Four

That was it, Hermione was leaving, she had better things to do than pretend that she wasn't married. She stormed down the hallway, robes elegantly dragging behind her, quite differently from her husband's robes, which tended to billow as he strode.

Professor Dumbledore had forbidden Hermione from telling that she was married to any of her friends. So, naturally… Hermione Granger was not enjoying herself.

One…Two…Three…Four

Hermione walked into her husband's luxurious quarters. He did not seem to be there, though, because he should still be at the dance. Merlin's beard! Just when Hermione wanted to snog him the most, he had to be at the dance of all places.

Hermione Granger was furious… and was not enjoying herself.

Spin…Two…Three…Four

A step sounded right behind her as she speedily drew her wand from her arm holster. There he was… finally! Of course Hermione was at the point where she was as likely to kiss him as hex him, but that would change.

Hermione Granger was still furious… and was not enjoying herself.

One…Two…Three…Four

As lips covered hers, Hermione pushed her husband away for one minute and demanded:

"Severus, did you hex me so that I would hear popular music for the entire evening?"

And Hermione Granger was not enjoying herself… but Hermione Snape was.

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Yours Faithfully,

Cried Nevermore.

(Faithfully? What am I, my great-great Aunt 3 times removed on my maternal side?)