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Hermione's eyes fluttered open the next morning, she looked around the room, slightly disorientated, and then she remembered the night before. She groaned and stood up, and turned to look in the mirror. Her eyes were red, her face had tear stains on them and her hair was severely dishevelled. She sighed and went to get ready, eager to ignore him…..or better yet, get revenge.

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She exited the room, ready in her uniform, here hair tied back in a rough ponytail. Unfortunately the ring was still on her wedding finger – she tried to take it off but it didn't work, probably a message to say 'a Snape is for life'. She headed for the exit, and luckily Snape was nowhere to be seen. She braced herself for the inevitable volcano to explode when her friends would see the wedding ring, took a deep breath, and opened the doors to the Great Hall.

He saw her the minute she came in, and his sharp eyes noticed her eyes were still red – probably from crying all night, though she held a brave front. Snape reluctantly felt admiration for the way she managed to do that, and a small amount of pride, after all she was now, his wife. He looked at her closely, yes she was beautiful, no one could deny that, and his eyes narrowed in possessive anger as most of the boys in the room turned to look at her. He growled slightly – whether he liked her or not, she was still his wife and no one had the right to look at her like that. He was about to take hundreds of points away when he heard a yell –

"OH MY GOD?"

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Hermione smiled over brightly at her friends as she sat down in her usual place between Harry and Ron.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey," Ron said, and went back to his meal, but Harry was a little more observing.

"Hermione….are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in her voice. Hermione nodded.

"Of course, why would I not be?" Harry gave her a look which obviously meant 'I don't believe you', but he let it drop for the time being, until a shrill voice yelled,

"OH MY GOD! Is that a wedding ring on the mudblood's finger?" It was Pansy Parkinson, walking by with Draco Malfoy, who stopped short at that, and turned his head to face Hermione. The whole hall was now looking at her, as a fierce blush crept up her face. Ron spluttered out all his food, his face bright red.

"A WHAT?"

Hermione turned her eyes to look at the Head Table for help, her eyes meeting Snape's for a split second before she turned away.

"Yes," she said to Pansy, "it's a wedding ring, and I am now married."

Ron stared at her like she was crazy, and Harry just looked at her, shocked. However Draco looked livid, as though he was about to blow, but he obviously didn't want to say anything with everyone watching. He swallowed his anger, but just slightly.

"To whom?" he bit out darkly, and even Pansy stepped back at the murderous look in his eyes.

"To me, Mr Malfoy," said a silky voice behind Hermione, and she spun round to see –

"P-Professor Snape?" Harry said disbelievingly. There was a moments silence in the Great Hall, until hysterical laughter broke it. It was Ron.

"That's funny – wow you got me fooled!" he cried between laughs, until he realised no one was laughing with him. He stopped, out of breath, and then turned his gaze to Hermione.

"Y-you mean….it's true?" he asked, anguished. Snape obviously found his anguish amusing, because he smirked evilly.

"Yes Mr Weasley, I'm glad that he grasped this concept slightly quicker then you would in Potions," he said, and turned his gaze to Hermione, who was glaring daggers at him and plotting revenge, obviously not pleased with the intervention, nor the sarcastic comments.

"I must leave, my dear," he said and turned, not before seeing Harry and Ron paling considerably, smirking to himself. Well, another advantage to being married to one of the golden trio.

Draco clenched his jaw, obviously not pleased with the exchange, and left the Great Hall to owl his father, and sort out a solution to their predicament.

I have such a great plan on what to include in the story – it will be VERY exciting for you to read as well as for me to write! I'm getting impatient, but I figured it is much better when it goes slowly.

Must warn you though! It is going to be VERY long! 