A/N: Now the adventure begins! Thank you to my beta Justine 34 for all of her grammar help. Also, if you like this chapter, if you hate it, or are even indifferent, please review! I would love to get more feedback!
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Hermione awoke the next morning just as she did every morning, wrapped tightly in the arms of a dormant Severus. Thus, it was only after a few groggy blinks that she caught sight of the foreign blanket in which they were wrapped, and then the bleary image of the entirely foreign room which they occupied. She remembered with a start that they were no longer in cool and windy London, but in sunny Florida. Even more so, she was in the place where dreams come true, Walt Disney World. A fit of giddiness, which she would normally acknowledge as ridiculous, overtook her and she bolted up, nearly leaping from the bed. What prevented her was Severus' arm, which remained tightly wrapped around her torso. All of this became evident when she heard Severus release a groan as she nearly dislocated his arm from the rest of his body.
"Sorry, sorry!" she whispered urgently while gently removing his arm from around her. His only response was to turn over, grumbling as he settled himself back to sleep. Leaning over to plant an apologetic kiss on his brow, she whispered, "Sorry," once more before tiptoeing out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready.
After taking a quick shower and donning her weather appropriate attire (a pair of khaki shorts, a soft pink tank top, and black flip-flops), Hermione weaved her fluffy curls into a tidy braid and slathered on the sun screen with a slight cringe.
With a final glance at the mirror, Hermione emerged from the bathroom, careful to leave the still snoozing Severus undisturbed. Once more tiptoeing- a difficult feat in flip-flops- she turned down the room's small corridor and out the door, closing it behind her with hardly a sound. Taking a deep breath, Hermione smiled to herself. The early hours of the morning were always her favorite time of day. She enjoyed walking through empty hallways as the early morning light streamed through nearby windows, the world so quiet that the calls of birds could be heard.
Making her way down the carpeted hallway, her flip-flops slapping softly at her heels, Hermione considered what she and Severus would do today. Knowing what he might prefer to do, it was quickly decided that getting him out of the hotel room as soon as possible would be key, before he caused any distractions. However, she was still unsure how she would introduce him to Disney World. She realized where ever he went, it would be kicking and screaming, but perhaps there would be a way to soften the blow…
Reaching the end of the hallway, she leaned slightly on the banister overlooking the lobby as she scanned over a collection of empty chairs. A few people roamed about, cardboard cups in hand, filled to the brim with coffee. Members of the staff flitted about, arranging cushions, wiping off tables, arranging brochures and signs. It was this quiet frenzy which Hermione enjoyed most about early mornings.
Ready to join this secret society of early risers, Hermione climbed down the stairs to the lobby. With her Severus dilemma still in mind, she approached the concierge desk. "Lynne," as her name tag read, greeted her with a ready smile. Her hair was cropped into a smart, pixie cut, her make-up naturally toned, save for the slight pink in her lipstick. She had teeth that Hermione's parents would worship.
"Good morning," she began in a harmonious, but soft voice. She was friendly, but not too boisterous for seven o'clock in the morning. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"Well, I'm a bit undecided about my plans for today," Hermione replied with a smile. "I was hoping you might give me some advice."
"No problem," Lynne said, grabbing a handful of brochures from a nearby stand and laying them out on the counter. "Now, are you planning to go to one of the theme parks today?"
"Yes," answered Hermione, trying her best to sound like a reasonable adult, and not like the overexcited child that kept creeping into her voice. "But, well, my…boyfriend isn't much a fan of theme parks. Quite frankly, he's not really a fan of this trip." She was nearly cringing, thinking of the look of indignity Severus would have at hearing her refer to him as her boyfriend.
"Thinks it's a bit cheesy?" Lynne asked sympathetically.
"Yes, that's the long and short of it, I suppose," Hermione replied grimly.
"Hmm," Lynne hummed as she began shuffling through the brochures. Finally, she placed one in front of Hermione. The title "Disney's Animal Kingdom" was printed at the top in green font and a large picture of a safari truck filled with passengers photographing a nearby elephant filled in the bottom three-quarters.
"Is it a zoo?" asked Hermione as she unfolded the brochure, revealing a map of the sprawling park centered on what appeared to be a giant tree.
"Not quite," Lynne said as she circled various sites on the map with a blue ink pen. "It does provide opportunities to view and learn about animals from all over the world, but there also musicals and few thrill rides." Giving a quick glance at some of the descriptions, Hermione looked unconvinced.
"And you think this is where we should start?" asked Hermione skeptically. As if accepting the challenge, Lynne responded by writing number beside the circled attractions.
"While there will be a few character viewings and rides for the kids, it's a smaller park focused more on the real animals than the animated ones," Lynne said. "I think it'll offer a glimpse of Disney without overwhelming him. Of course, I would suggest leaving the park before the parade." There was a look of amusement in her eyes as she said the last bit.
"All right, then, we'll take your advice," Hermione agreed, folding up the brochure. "Thank you Lynne. You may see me again tomorrow, as this is my first time here."
"No problem Ms.-"
"Hermione," supplied Hermione. With one last parting smile, Hermione turned away, in route to her room. Now came the hard part.
Despite the inhospitable name, Severus found himself quite comfortable in his bed at the Wilderness Lodge. Aside from a brief disturbance earlier that morning, he had slept quite soundly. Then, the disturbance returned. It was eight o'clock in the morning when he heard his name being called in a soft, singsong manner, while a hand gently rubbed his exposed arm. Enjoying the sensation, Severus elected not to respond, and instead sighed contentedly. However, after a few more minutes of this the hand ceased to rub his arm, choosing instead to grip it slightly and shake it. The crooning of "Severus" became an "Oh don't be a child, Severus!" Sighing, Severus realized this was his cue. He rolled from his side onto his back, and groggily rubbed his eyes. As they focused, Hermione appeared, perched on his right with a steaming mug in hand.
"You know, you don't have to so stubborn all of the time," she admonished as she held out the mug, though there was little bite in her voice. Sitting up, Severus took the mug gratefully, sipping the bitter blackness as if it were water.
"You clearly like a challenge," replied Severus, feeling the caffeine take effect. Removing the mug from his hands and placing it on the bedside table, Hermione leaned over him, gracing his lips with a good morning kiss.
Pulling away, she replied, "Yes, that must be it. Now off to the shower with you."
Groaning, Severus swung his legs over the bed and made his way to the shower, yelling over his shoulder, "Yes, mother." He quickly closed the bathroom door behind him, effectively blocking any response.
Shortly after, Severus emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hermione, have you unpacked my clothes for the week?" he asked from the doorway.
"Yes, they're right there on the bed," she replied, sitting at the desk and appearing to avoid his eyes at all costs. Glancing at her suspiciously, Severus shifted his stare from Hermione to the bed, where he found a pair black shorts and a short-sleeved button-down with….were those pineapples?
"Fruit? You packed me a shirt covered in fruit!" he exclaimed, picking up the piece of cloth and looking at it as if it were stained with feces.
"Well, I'm sorry, but that's all the stores had. This April hasn't been much of a short sleeves month," Hermione answered, looking slightly apologetic but ready to stand her ground.
"And I refuse to wear those," Severus continued, pointing at the offending shorts.
"Well, they're black, at least," reasoned Hermione, who approached him cautiously. Guessing her game, he snatched up the clothing and retrieved his wand from the bedside table.
"I am transfiguring these into something more appropriate," he replied, pointing his wand at the garb, but before a single word could leave his lips, the clothes flew from his grip and into Hermione's arms.
"You will do no such thing," she countered, holding her own wand in front of her defensively. "Now, I agree, the pattern on the shirt is ridiculous, and you may change that as you please, but I will not have you going out in your usual long-sleeved, long trousers armor. It is far too hot, and I refuse to cut my day short just because you're too stubborn to avoid heat stroke!"
"Now you see here-" Severus began before being cut off shortly.
"Severus," Hermione commanded, "Be reasonable."
Gritting his teeth, Severus snatched up the clothes from Hermione's arms and walked back towards the bathroom. Before closing the door behind him, he heard Hermione shout over her shoulder, "Oh, and put on some of that sun screen." Mumbling irritably about being henpecked, Severus closed the door behind him with a snap.
Thus, Severus found himself an hour later dressed in black shorts, a plain white, short-sleeved button down, and doused with enough sunscreen to not only block the harmful UV rays, but repel them completely. Still smarting from losing the argument only an hour before, he wore a glare for the entirety of the bus ride from the Wilderness Lodge to the gates of Disney's Animal Kingdom.
Leaning over in her seat with a barely contained look of amusement, Hermione whispered into her lover's ear, "Sweetheart, you're scaring the children with a face like that." Sure enough, he had noticed several of the children also riding the bus sneaking glances at him, hiding themselves partially behind their ignorant parents. Upon reaching their destination, Hermione took Severus' hand and led him off the bus and to the side.
"I'm sorry about this morning, Severus," she said quietly, though she didn't look repentant enough as far as he was concerned. "But, you know why I nag, don't you?" When he continued to look cross, she sighed and shook his shoulder slightly, forcing him to look her in the eye. "It's because I love you, Severus, and because I fear heat stroke might make you even crabbier than your current state." He sensed the slight mirth in her voice, but decided she was punished enough. Kissing the tip of her nose, he motioned for her to lead the way.
As they approached the entrance turnstiles, Severus could already hear the sound of African rhythms. After a brief glance at nearby bushes, he spotted what appeared to be a plastic rock speckled with holes. Severus simply snorted at this camouflaged speaker. Magic my arse.
Once inside the gates, the couple paused as Hermione inspected a map she had pulled out from her famous beaded bag.
"The woman I spoke to at the concierge desk suggested we check out the safari first," Hermione said as she examined the unfolded page.
"When did you manage to speak to someone at the concierge desk?" asked a perplexed Severus.
"While you were getting your beauty rest," she replied cheekily. He considered responding with a barb, but decided against it, instead replying, "Well, lead the way, my dear."
Reaching the center of the park, they were met with the largest tree Severus had ever seen. Aptly named the "Tree of Life", it stood as large as a building, with bright green leaves and profiles of animals carved into its trunk. Though struck by its immense size, Severus refused to let on his amazement, and instead beckoned Hermione to continue. As they walked through the park towards their destination, Severus spotted several possible irritations, such as roaming photographers, employees peddling their merchandise, and worst of all, costumed performers dressed in furry suits and large plastic heads. Thankfully, Hermione lead him past all of these hazards.
However, Severus soon discovered his first true reason to dislike Disney World shortly after entering the queue for the Kilimanjaro Safari: long lines.
"Thirty minutes! They expect us to wait thirty minutes for this!" complained Severus as he and Hermione stood midway through a winding queue.
"It isn't that long, Severus. Besides, we're moving through it quite quickly," Hermione replied in a soothing manner.
"Well, it better be worth the wait. We probably could have apparated to Africa and back by now!"
"Shhh, not so loudly! And, no, I believe there might be some travel laws which could restrict that. Anyway, I'm sure we'll enjoy the ride. It'll give you a chance to observe whole animals for once, not just their eyeballs and other internal organs." Choosing to ignore that comment, Severus remained quiet for the rest of queue.
Finally reaching the end, Hermione and Severus found themselves corralled into a group with an older couple, who smiled politely at Hermione, and tried to smile at Severus, though faltering. The entire group was directed into one of the ten rows of seats on a tan safari truck. To blend in with the storyline, the over-sized truck had a rusted appearance with a large logo of the fake safari company painted on it doors. Road-worn luggage was strapped to its roof and brown camouflaging stripes decorated its sides. The driver wore a beige safari-style outfit, complete with a beige slouch hat. As they slid onto the bronze-cushioned seats, Severus noted a map across the top detailing the types of species they would encounter.
While he read silently the may, Severus heard Hermione say, "Oh, I really hope we get to see an elephant!" She had been so excitable the last couple days, even before the trip had started. It was starting to grate on him. She sounded like some of his former students, girly and giggling. He had found her lack of giggling one of her most appealing traits, and he wasn't sure how much of this squealing over this and that he could take.
Apparently noticing Severus' discomfort, Hermione placed a hand on his arm and said a little more calmly, "Sorry, I'll try to keep the squealing to a minimum."
Clearly, the other passengers on the truck had not received this memo. It was as if some of these passengers had not seen another living being outside of humanity, screaming out as they saw a new species, leaning into other people's personal space in desperation to snap a picture of a rather bored looking wildebeest as the safari truck bumped along the uneven road. Severus could not even enjoy the view of the rather magnificent looking elephants (yes, he would have to agree with Hermione on this one), as all around him people were shouting instead of expressing their awe in silence, as he had elected to do. Worst were the children, who would kick their feet into the back of his seat in excitement, constantly yelling a mispronounced version of each animal's name. At one point, one of those twits even pulled Severus' hair as he climbed on his mother's lap for a closer look at a sunning hippo.
Becoming more and more disgruntled as the ride continued, Severus' irritation eased when Hermione took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. The truck had rumbled to a stop once more in order to give the passengers an opportunity to photograph a sleeping White Rhino.
"Severus, look over by those trees," Hermione whispered in his ear. Looking in that direction, he spotted a lean cat-like creature lying at the top of a shaded hill; its head was upright, scanning the sloping grasslands. When he squinted, Severus could make out that the creature was a cheetah, its fur a blending of brown and gold, lightening to white at its belly, and covered in black spots.
"Shh," Hermione whispered with a grin, a finger to her lips. "We wouldn't want the rabid tourists killing themselves for a photo."
It was a small gesture, the secret Hermione had shared with him, but if asked later which animal he found the most breathtaking on the safari, Severus would reply that it was the lounging cheetah, hiding in the shadows.
Considering the past couple hours, Hermione was sure today could not have been more of a disaster. Severus looked as if he had not enjoyed himself at all as they drudged down a shady path to the Asia-themed section of the park. Hermione wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, the thickening humidity causing tiny ringlets to escape her braid and curl around her forehead.
It had begun, well, badly. Following the disaster of the safari, Hermione had ushered him on to item two of the list, the jungle trek. The 'trek' was more of a leisurely walk through various animal exhibits, themed to match the animals' natural African habitat. It offered up-close views of a range of African animals, including gorillas, meerkats, and hippos. Severus seemed to enjoy it at first. All of the excitable children ran through each viewing area, leaving the couple in peace as they observed the different creatures and read the accompanying information plaques. They grasped hands lightly as they walked, fingers intertwined. Hermione could be seen smirking as she watched her partner read the information with a critical eye. First and foremost, Severus was always an academic.
His mood failed to improve, however. It certainly didn't help that their next stop on the itinerary, The Flights of Wonder bird show, resulted in several of the birds flying off their practiced course and landing on several parts of Severus (shoulders, head, and knees). Of course, the audience thought it was all a part of the show, while Severus' scowl only deepened. Despite the sincere apologies from the show's staff, who claimed this never happened, Severus all but stomped out.
In a last-ditch effort to salvage the day, and hopefully Severus' spirit, Hermione had now convinced him to go with her to Asia to visit another jungle trek. As she had hoped, he seemed to be mellow as they walked along the trail. Despite the increasing heat, fans placed strategically among the foliage blew cool air on them. Severus hadn't said a word about the heat, however, too fascinated by the scaly Komodo dragon and the large, monochrome tapir. While interested by the animals, the realistic stone temples and ancient-looking murals which decorated the trail also caught Hermione's eyes. The attention to detail was amazing.
Hermione began to worry again as Severus marched them through the bat house, looking slightly disgruntled. However, he was stopped in his tracks once they reached the next exhibit. The trail led them onto a stone bridge overlooking a white engraved fountain which drained down several stone stairs into a wading pool below. Lying atop the first step was a tiger; nearly three meters long with large paws, long whiskers, and of course, black stripes marking its copper-colored fur. It seemed nothing short of majestic as it sat up there, casually licking his paw and distractedly flicking his ear as an errant fly buzzed by.
"They're the largest species of cat in the world, you know," spoke a man who came up beside them. Despite looking like your typical white American, the man wore a long, paisley-patterned shirt, cinched at the waist with a red band, and mustard yellow pants, pulled up to the calf. His name tag read "Jeff". Apparently, this dress was traditional somewhere in Asia.
"Oh yes, I know," replied an enthusiastic Hermione. "I've also read that their stripe patterns are unique to each tiger, like fingerprints to humans."
"Right you are," Jeff replied with a chuckle.
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Severus whispered in her ear with a smirk.
Elbowing him slightly, Hermione replied, "Oh, you know that's what you love about me." They remained there, watching the tiger long after Jeff had moved on to another group of visitors.
"Tigers have always been my favorite animal," Severus said suddenly.
"Really?" replied a shocked Hermione. This was news to her, though she was certain that he would have just laughed at her mockingly had she asked him, 'what's your favorite animal?'
"Yes," he continued, looking almost surprised at himself for mentioning it. "It has been ever since I went to the circus."
"Severus Snape at the circus?"
"Yes, well, I was quite young; four years old, I believe," he said. "This was long before my father had determined quite definitively that I would never live as a Muggle; when he still acknowledged my existence." The last statement dripped with bitterness. Hermione remained quiet, hoping he would continue.
"I remember it was in a large canvas tent, painted in blue and green. There were all sorts of performers: clowns and tight rope walkers and men breathing fire and eating swords. All the sorts you would expect, I suppose." He paused, laughing slightly. "Freaks, my father called them. Oh, he found them entertaining there at the circus, where they belonged, but they certainly shouldn't be outside in society with the rest of the 'normal' folks. Luckily, I hadn't proven myself to be a 'freak' at that point. I had not emitted a spark of magic, much to my mother's hidden disappointment. But then it happened."
"What happened?" Hermione asked softly.
"We were watching the show and they had just brought out the tiger. He looked a bit like this one, just as large, but I suppose with a different stripe pattern," he said, playfully nudging Hermione. "They had him leashed with a large metal chain around his neck. First, they had him doing tricks; leap on to this, jump off of that. But, then, I guess they wanted him to stand up to demonstrate his full height." Severus' eyes darkened. "His trainer began antagonize him with a thin whip, lashing at him until he would stand. The trainer couldn't see that the tiger clearly didn't have enough length to stand, however, and the poor creature could only pull against his chain desperately. The crowd began to jeer, including my father." Snape paused once more before continuing. "Finally, the tiger was nearly choking itself, straining again his metal collar. And, I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt overwhelmed with both rage and pity, watching the poor creature struggle again his chains. I kept wishing he would simply break through the collar. And then the collar just disappeared. Poof."
"You first sign of magic," Hermione whispered. Snape smiled down at her sadly.
"Yes, there it was, proof that I was a wizard. We left shortly after this, as the tiger had now begun to attack his trainer."
"Oh no!" gasped Hermione.
"The crowd thought the disappearing collar was a part of the act, a magic trick. Of course, once the tiger had taken off his trainer's hand, it became clear this was not planned. My father had known, though, that it was not a trick of the circus, but my own. I remember the stony look he gave me as he snatched my hand and led me out. He had all the proof he needed."
"Is that when-"
"He began ignoring my existence? Yes, that was it. It's always a strange memory for me now."
Hermione glanced up at him carefully, taking his hand in hers.
"Thank you for telling me that story, Severus." Looking slightly frazzled, Severus began to lead her away from the exhibit.
"Yes, well, we should keep moving."
Hermione followed in silence, hardly noticing anything else along the trail. She had known already that Severus' childhood in no way resembled her own, having seen his family home and heard the smallest snippets of his childhood memories. Harry had also told her of the memories he had seen, the mismatched clothing, the hand-me-down books. None of that compared with what he had shared. Effectively, he had lost his father when he was four years old in a way that few experience. He was trapped living with a man that despised his existence. 'Not unlike his least favorite student,' thought Hermione. No wonder he had no desire to even consider a family, he had never had a real one.
With all of these thoughts floating around in her head, Hermione made a decision. She would give him a real childhood. No, she couldn't go back in time, but what better place to find your inner child than at Walt Disney World? Clearly, he needed this trip even more that she did, and if she had anything to say about it, he would enjoy it. After all, this was where dreams come true.
As plans began to form in Hermione's head, an unsuspecting Severus peered into a tree to get a better look at one of the colorfully plumed birds nesting above. Turning to show Hermione his discovery, he spotted her seated on a bench, a suspicious look of concentration painted on her face. Recognizing the look, Severus sighed. He didn't know what she was up to, but he wasn't looking forward to finding out.
Of course, their day wouldn't be complete without going on one more ride. At least, that was Hermione's argument for dragging Severus through the park in search of one last attraction before they called it a day. The first attraction they encountered was immediately ruled out. Severus didn't care how hot and humid it was, there was no way Hermione could convince him to ride the Kali River Rapids without risking serious harm. Severus Snape does not do water rides.
With the first ride dismissed, Hermione fought harder for the second.
"It has both cultural and mythical aspects," Hermione argued as they stood outside of the faux Nepalese village at the foot of Expedition Everest. Severus watched as one train of riders made its way up precarious tracks, disappearing behind the side of the mock Himalayan mountain.
"It's a death trap," retorted Severus as another train came speeding down the other side of the mountain in a vertical drop, passengers screaming at the top of their lungs as it went.
"There's a yeti," Hermione replied, clearly grasping at this point.
Severus simply said, "No," and on they went. After weaving their way around the prehistoric-themed kiddie rides of Dinoland U.S.A., the couple had finally found a winner. Or, at the very least, something Hermione could convince Severus to ride. Housed in a non-descript gray building with a jade dome, DINOSAUR appeared harmless. In fact, a statue of a friendly-looking iguanodon greeted them at its entrance.
"Hmm," Hermione hummed at she read the guide, "it's a dark ride featuring animatronic dinosaurs from the cretaceous period. Should be…educational." Severus eyed her suspiciously, but acquiesced. If he was ever going to get out of this park, he would have to agree to something. Besides, how bad could it be?
The line was uninteresting, made up of winding stanchions through a mock museum exhibit. Severus quietly observed the skeletons of prehistoric reptiles as Hermione eyed the end of the line nervously. He was about to ask her if something was wrong when an attendant ushered them and twenty others into a small room with a large projection screen. Severus gave Hermione a questioning glance before the screen lit up with the pre-ride movie. As safety instructions were narrated over footage of an accelerating vehicle, it was suddenly clear to Severus why Hermione was so nervous.
Once the movie ended, the doors on the other end of the room opened and all of the occupants exited, including a reluctant Severus.
"You aren't angry, are you?" Hermione asked apprehensively as she and Severus climbed into the front row of a white, jeep-like vehicle.
"I suppose it might be hypocritical to berate you for being a little underhanded," he replied. "But, don't think you'll get away with it again."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Hermione said with a sly smile. Before Severus could reply, the vehicle moved forward with a jolt. After rolling through a fog-filled room with flashing lights, simulating their travel through time, the car burst forward into a lush, moonlit forest. Though he realized he was still in the unremarkable building he had entered a half an hour before, Severus was impressed with the simulated forest, which included the soft hum of insects.
There wasn't much time to admire the scenery, however, as the car continued to speed forward, turning sharply and bouncing with every bump. Severus certainly wasn't old, but he wasn't young either, and was finding the sudden stops and starts quite uncomfortable. Hermione was clutching his arm tightly as more threatening robotic dinosaurs popped out from dark corners.
Finally, the vehicle roared to a stop. Thinking this was finally the end, Severus sighed with relief. However, his relief dissipated at the sound of a loud roar, and suddenly, a large dinosaur was looming over their vehicle. Severus scowled with irritation as the red, horned dinosaur leaned over the vehicle, standing nearly seven meters in height and roaring with apparent anger. Then, with a quick flash of light, the car lurched forward once more, zigzagging as loud explosions erupted around it.
Finally reaching the ride's end, Severus and Hermione climbed out of the car looking equally shell-shocked.
"Well, that was quite good," Hermione said, attempting to sound casual as she continued to lightly grasp Severus' arm.
"Quite good?" Severus asked in exasperation. "It just flung us around, flashing lights and attempting to deafen us.
"The dinosaurs were quite realistic," Hermione countered as they entered the gift shop.
"Well, you certainly thought so," Severus replied, nodding meaningfully at the way Hermione still clung to his right arm. Hermione looked as if she might argue, but something else caught her eye.
"Oh, oh my," she stuttered through laughter. Severus turned to follow her stare, finding a wall full of screens. It appeared that all the riders were photographed at some point during the experience. Spotting their photograph, the couple moved closer to the screen. The picture, which had been taken from an elevated position, revealed a vehicle full of passengers in various states of distress, including Hermione, who had hidden her head in Severus' shoulder. Severus, however, sat quite stoically, scowling at the camera with a look of deep loathing.
"Oh, I'm buying this," Hermione said, her laughter subsiding.
"You will do no such thing!" This command, however, fell on deaf ears as Hermione ran off. Thus, the couple ended their day at Disney's Animal Kingdom with one extra item in tow, an item Severus vowed to burn as soon as he could get his hands on it.
