The weeks went by and Hermione and Snape drew closer together still. They became to know each other so well that they could predict everything about each other within seconds.
As the end of the school year came, Hermione realized that she was able to take her N.E.W.T.s at the end of her sixth year.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore has confronted me about it and if you feel that you are ready, you may take your N.E.W.T.s this year. But it is only if you are ready, Hermione," Snape said. They were sitting at his desk. It was a warm Friday afternoon.
"I think I will. I know finals are only two weeks away, but I feel that I know what I'm doing." She smiled and nodded for extra confidence.
"Are you sure? Once I give your answer to Dumbledore then..." He was cut off by Hermione.
"Severus, I'm positive. I definitely feel that I'm ready. Just take my word for it."
"As long as you feel that you're ready, I'll inform Professor Dumbledore at dinner tonight.
"Thank you, Severus." Hermione then stood up. She started for the door, but didn't open it. She heard Snape clear his throat, and she took that sign that he wasn't done speaking with her.
"Erm, Hermione? There's been something that I'm meaning to ask you," he said, nerves shaking him.
"Yes?" she replied, turning to face him.
"Come." She went over to him. "I know this may be a bit of a shock to you, but I'm almost positive of your answer already." His voice was shaky, his hands shaking so much he couldn't hold onto Hermione's.
"Severus, what is it that you wanted to ask me?"
"Will you marry me?" Hermione's jaw hit the floor. She didn't know what to say. She was positive she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Snape, but she wasn't totally sure she was ready for marriage.
"Oh Severus, I don't think I'm ready yet." Hermione pulled away from him.
"It doesn't have to be any time soon. We can set the date later. So what do you say?"
Hermione didn't answer. She went over and sat down on his bed. He sat down beside her.
"Yes, I will. But not at least for another year," she said, looking up at him. He was so happy hugged her as he stood up.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Just a moment," Snape said. He set Hermione down. "Go sit at my desk and have some papers in front of you. And grab the quill form the ink bottle," he whispered into her ear. She did so immediately.
As the end of the school year came, Hermione realized that she was able to take her N.E.W.T.s at the end of her sixth year.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore has confronted me about it and if you feel that you are ready, you may take your N.E.W.T.s this year. But it is only if you are ready, Hermione," Snape said. They were sitting at his desk. It was a warm Friday afternoon.
"I think I will. I know finals are only two weeks away, but I feel that I know what I'm doing." She smiled and nodded for extra confidence.
"Are you sure? Once I give your answer to Dumbledore then..." He was cut off by Hermione.
"Severus, I'm positive. I definitely feel that I'm ready. Just take my word for it."
"As long as you feel that you're ready, I'll inform Professor Dumbledore at dinner tonight.
"Thank you, Severus." Hermione then stood up. She started for the door, but didn't open it. She heard Snape clear his throat, and she took that sign that he wasn't done speaking with her.
"Erm, Hermione? There's been something that I'm meaning to ask you," he said, nerves shaking him.
"Yes?" she replied, turning to face him.
"Come." She went over to him. "I know this may be a bit of a shock to you, but I'm almost positive of your answer already." His voice was shaky, his hands shaking so much he couldn't hold onto Hermione's.
"Severus, what is it that you wanted to ask me?"
"Will you marry me?" Hermione's jaw hit the floor. She didn't know what to say. She was positive she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Snape, but she wasn't totally sure she was ready for marriage.
"Oh Severus, I don't think I'm ready yet." Hermione pulled away from him.
"It doesn't have to be any time soon. We can set the date later. So what do you say?"
Hermione didn't answer. She went over and sat down on his bed. He sat down beside her.
"Yes, I will. But not at least for another year," she said, looking up at him. He was so happy hugged her as he stood up.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Just a moment," Snape said. He set Hermione down. "Go sit at my desk and have some papers in front of you. And grab the quill form the ink bottle," he whispered into her ear. She did so immediately.