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Chapter 2
When Hermione sat down to breakfast the following morning she had three owls' drop letters in front of her, one after the other. Her stomach began to churn, she knew what they were, and she had made a perfect little plan in her mind that if no one wanted to marry her, she would be exempt from the law, it worked. In her head, anyway.
The three letters sat glaring at her offensively. She eyed them as if they would morph into Voldermort himself and kill her on the spot. Swallowing hard she slowly reached her hand out tentatively fingering one of the letters to make sure it was not going to explode when she grabbed it. Picking it up she opened it and rolled her eyes, it was from Ron.
Hermione
Just read what has happened. I am so sorry to hear this. If I was not already married to Lavender.
She snorted and rolled her eyes at reading this. He had wanted to marry straight after the war; she did not so he dumped her and ran straight to Lavender who was quick to traipse around the place sprouting her engagement to Ron.
If perhaps you can find a law that allows me to be married to both of you, the offer stands.
Ron.
She could only shake her head at that one. She knew the boy was dumb...But this was new territory for him. Scrunching that letter up and tossing it on the table in front of her she felt eyes boring in to the back of her. She spun around and was met with the glare of Draco. Shifting uneasily in her seat, she had a feeling perhaps one of these letters was from him.
Turning around and getting back to business she picked the next letter up. Her heart sunk, not only was it a proposition for her hand in marriage, it was also from Draco.
Looking back to him, letter in hand he nodded slightly. Was it too late to hand her wand in and have her mind Obliviated?
She dropped that letter on the table and went to the next one, her mind working overtime, who the hell else would want her? She knew hardly anyone. Well, no one that would want to marry her.
Slowly she ripped the seal on the envelope and pulled the parchment out.
Miss Granger
It has come to my attention you are in need of a husband. If you would like to talk, please come and see me.
Severus Snape.
She raised a single brow at that letter. Was it a proposition at all or was he insinuating he could help her find a husband? No, it did not even state that, it merely invited her down to talk.
The letter was informal and cold; he could not even use her name. Her future was looking pretty bleak; Draco Malfoy or Severus Snape as a husband. She would have to weigh up the pros and cons of each one before making a decision and hope to hell another proposition would come for her. She did not hold much hope but right now she had to get off to class. Double potions with Slytherin. She almost felt like taking and ill day, this was just what she did not need right now.
"So, Granger," Draco threw his bag on the table and thumped down in the seat next to her.
"So, what Malfoy?" She bit out. "Since when do you ever wish to sit next to me?"
"Just checking out how you are doing. How you are doing and if you have thought anything on that little letter I sent this morning?"
God he was irritating, good looking but god he gyrated on her nerves sometimes. "No, Malfoy, and I shall just let you know now you are not the only one who had propositioned me."
Draco looked taken aback. "Who?" He protested.
Their attention was taken as Severus strode into the room, nothing had changed, he was still bitter and sarcastic, if not even more now days.
"Him," She whispered.
"Snape?" Draco hissed back. She only nodded in response.
"Problem, Draco?" The potions master strode to the boy and stopped in front of him.
"No, sir," Draco answered.
Hermione smiled smugly, the man had great hearing, she would give him that.
"Good, now get back to your usual spot and stop harassing Miss Granger."
He did not need to be told twice.
HG/SS
Sitting in the common room late that night, parchment in front of her and quill in hand. It was deathly quiet in there, her nights now lonely and uneventful without Ron or Harry to harass her and to be truthful she missed it.
She scribbled two headings on the parchment. One said Severus the other, Draco. She then made a Pro and Con column for both. If she was going to stay a witch, she need to weigh up her options and with only two propositions, which truthfully was two more than she expected, she would have to do some serious thinking. After a good hour, her eyes tired and bleary she had her list now it was time to look over it.
Draco:
Pro's: No longer a pompous ass.
Good looking.
Same age.
Has money.
Did apologise for all those hurtful years.
Cons: Ass hole of a father.
Made most of my teenage life a living hell.
Still full of himself.
She shrugged, it was not much, but it was something.
Severus:
Pro's: Smart.
Is human, after all and not a cold evil monster.
Could pass potions very easily with him as a husband.
That was all she had, she had begun to draw little flowers all over the page when she got to this point and needed to snap herself back to the task at hand.
Cons: Sarcastic and hurtful.
Very informal in the letter he sent.
Cold and secretive.
A hell of a lot older than me.
By the end of her list she was still no closer to who she would like to marry. Sighing and resining herself to her fate of not being able to make her mind up now, she would talk to them both tomorrow.
She felt so alone right now. She had no parents and her friends were no longer with her in the school. She did have Ginny, still, which was better than nothing. But she would never and had never been as close to her as she was with Ron and Harry.
A/N:
Ok, a few things. I have changed the whole Nagini not being venomous thing. If you would like to go back and re-read that little section so you know what is going on, that will be great.
Second. Far out! I have NEVER had so many reviews and alerts and faves as I did with this one- ever. I was so taken aback. Thank you one and all! I really hope you stick with me through this.
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