A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #4 Charms - Task #2:Write about a love thought to be unreal by others but is real.
Writing Club February
Disney Challenge: "Everybody's mad here."
Showtime: 5 - Why God Why - (emotion) Confused
Lizzy's Loft: 4 - I see and hear more than I wish
Film Festival: 19- (word) secret
Marvel Appreciation: 3- [Plot Point] Write about being sceptical.
Lyric Alley: 6- Try to keep it hidden,
Word Count: 476
"He's got you enchanted, Hermione. That's the only way you'd be agreeing to this!" Ron argued. Him and Hermione were in Diagon Alley. They were supposed to be meeting Harry for their weekly lunch get together.
"He has done no such thing, Ron. He asked and I said 'yes'. I agreed of my own free will. Severus did not enchant me or poison me, or do anything else your mind might come up with."
"Then you're just mad," Ron declared. Hermione didn't even respond. Instead, she just kept walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. Harry was standing in the doorway.
"Harry, tell Ron that I'm not mad," she said the moment he could hear her.
"Ron, Hermione's not mad," Harry said completely emotionless.
"You don't believe it either," Ron stated. Hermione glared at both of them.
"I'm not mad. I love Severus, and if you two can't understand that, then maybe I should just go?"
"Hermione, wait. You say you love him, why?" Harry asked. The trio had entered the Cauldron and grabbed their usual seats.
"He's intelligent. We like the same things. We read the same books. He's funny, in a dark sort of way."
"He's a git," Ron muttered. Hermione ignored him.
"Ron's got a point. He was a complete git when we were in school. Remember how terrified Neville was?"
"Talking about Snape?" Hannah Abbott asked, walking past the table with a pitcher of water. She'd taken to waitressing at the Cauldron.
"Hermione's marrying him apparently. She didn't even tell us she was secretly dating the git."
"He's not a git. And this is exactly why I didn't tell you."
"Did he slip her a love potion or something?" Hannah asked, sliding into the booth with the trio. Hermione glared at her.
"What? He's a potion master. He makes potions," she answered.
"And you thought Sirius Black could turn into a piece of shrubbery," Hermione retorted. Hannah laughed.
"Doesn't mean Snape didn't slip her something," Ron commented.
"Professor McGonagall knows. If Severus was potioning me, enchanting me, or otherwise influencing me, don't you think she would have put a stop to this immediately?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance. Hannah blinked.
"Well, if Professor McGonagall approves, maybe Hermione's telling the truth," Hannah finally said after a moment. Harry nodded.
"I don't like him, Hermione, but if you really do love him... then who am I to stop you?" Harry finally said. Ron stared at him, then at Hermione, and finally at Hannah.
"Great, everybody's mad here," he announced, rising from the table and storming out. Hermione shook her head.
"He'll come around, maybe," she said with a shrug.
"I'll talk to him after he's cooled down. For now, let's get lunch," Harry suggested. Hermione nodded and Hannah quickly went back to work, shaking her head at the idea of Hermione and Snape together.
