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CHAPTER SIX: Hoping
Granger picked up to go in for the evening. A large green snake followed along and a ginger cat led ahead. She turned back to the snake. Who seemed to turn to look at whoever was behind him.
"Snape," she said with annoyance.
He looked back at her.
'I'm not joking when I say I can't do the world,' she thought. "I'm fine right here," she said.
The snake stood up, paused. She opened the front door and with some delicate body language, he accepted an invite in.
"No you are not," he said. He zapped the dining room, producing a dinner.
"Excuse me?" she said, pouring tea. "Frankly, I'm living exactly as you would have if you'd been given the chance."
"Given the chance, I am returning to teaching, returning to research, and hopefully finding friends and family."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"You want to hear my proposal?"
"Now you are kidding me."
"No - but I'll hold off. Have some more sauce on your rice."
"Snape, do I need to throw you out again?"
"Why don't you tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened. Other than my friends dying around me. And then I screwed up and killed someone. Not uncommon, according to the ministry. So, nothing happened."
"And nothing's happened ever since."
"I'll leave the world for other people."
"Isn't that a trifle selfish?"
"Who are you and what did you do with Professor Snape?"
"The death - tell me about it."
"I threw a curse. It hit wrong."
"And you intended this?"
"Don't be silly. And I've been over this ground. I know it wasn't my fault."
"Then?"
"You're point?"
"What do you want to do, Granger?"
She played with her food.
"Well?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Are we moving back to my proposal?"
"No. But explain."
"We get along Granger. I'm going back to the world. I want you along."
"So I have to solve my life."
"You have to become comfortable."
"I'm comfortable."
"Shall I laugh now or just flag this as a laugh moment?"
"Everything is settled here."
"Tell me there's nothing you can imagine doing in research right now."
"There's nothing I can imagine doing in research right now."
"Kimball's article didn't poke you with ideas about Iris veins?"
Good sign - she didn't answer.
"I want a wife, Granger."
"Then why push research?"
"I don't want you angry once I go back in a year."
"A year?"
"Got a job offer."
"That's fast."
"Finish a degree or an apprenticeship, and it would be as fast for you."
"I'll think about it."
"I win!" he said, putting his hands in the air. Granger glared. But Crookshanks apparently decided he was family, leapt to the table, and sat waiting for his portion, which Snape dutifully provided.
"That only gets you brownie points with Crookshanks," said Granger.
"So when in your professional career can we start a family?" he replied.
Granger glared, but it didn't last long as Snape found his way around the table and kissed his wife to be.
"You're not redesigning this house, Snape."
"My name is Severus, Granger, and who needs to redesign? Let's just add it to the manor house."
"Show me plans and I'll think about it."
"Plans? Plans? You're marrying an artist, dear."
"I better get to ok this before it happens." She gave him a look.
He only smiled. She glared more. "I'm open to redesigns," he said apologetically.
Hermione went out, walked in her garden, noticed that the manor seemed to now be on the wrong side of the stone fence. In fact, it grew out of her cottage.
"SNAPE," she yelled as she reentered. He was nowhere to be seen. But through Albus' newly installed guest room she found his manor house. "My cottage is NOT attaching to your house in some echoing lonely ball room," she yelled into the gloom.
"So tell me where it does," came back his voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes before setting out to explore Snape's nest, muttering as she went. After all, this Manor was clearly going to have to fit inside _her_ cottage.
The End.
JK Rowling owns the characters. They're only in this daydream for my profitless romp. :)
CHAPTER SIX: Hoping
Granger picked up to go in for the evening. A large green snake followed along and a ginger cat led ahead. She turned back to the snake. Who seemed to turn to look at whoever was behind him.
"Snape," she said with annoyance.
He looked back at her.
'I'm not joking when I say I can't do the world,' she thought. "I'm fine right here," she said.
The snake stood up, paused. She opened the front door and with some delicate body language, he accepted an invite in.
"No you are not," he said. He zapped the dining room, producing a dinner.
"Excuse me?" she said, pouring tea. "Frankly, I'm living exactly as you would have if you'd been given the chance."
"Given the chance, I am returning to teaching, returning to research, and hopefully finding friends and family."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"You want to hear my proposal?"
"Now you are kidding me."
"No - but I'll hold off. Have some more sauce on your rice."
"Snape, do I need to throw you out again?"
"Why don't you tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened. Other than my friends dying around me. And then I screwed up and killed someone. Not uncommon, according to the ministry. So, nothing happened."
"And nothing's happened ever since."
"I'll leave the world for other people."
"Isn't that a trifle selfish?"
"Who are you and what did you do with Professor Snape?"
"The death - tell me about it."
"I threw a curse. It hit wrong."
"And you intended this?"
"Don't be silly. And I've been over this ground. I know it wasn't my fault."
"Then?"
"You're point?"
"What do you want to do, Granger?"
She played with her food.
"Well?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Are we moving back to my proposal?"
"No. But explain."
"We get along Granger. I'm going back to the world. I want you along."
"So I have to solve my life."
"You have to become comfortable."
"I'm comfortable."
"Shall I laugh now or just flag this as a laugh moment?"
"Everything is settled here."
"Tell me there's nothing you can imagine doing in research right now."
"There's nothing I can imagine doing in research right now."
"Kimball's article didn't poke you with ideas about Iris veins?"
Good sign - she didn't answer.
"I want a wife, Granger."
"Then why push research?"
"I don't want you angry once I go back in a year."
"A year?"
"Got a job offer."
"That's fast."
"Finish a degree or an apprenticeship, and it would be as fast for you."
"I'll think about it."
"I win!" he said, putting his hands in the air. Granger glared. But Crookshanks apparently decided he was family, leapt to the table, and sat waiting for his portion, which Snape dutifully provided.
"That only gets you brownie points with Crookshanks," said Granger.
"So when in your professional career can we start a family?" he replied.
Granger glared, but it didn't last long as Snape found his way around the table and kissed his wife to be.
"You're not redesigning this house, Snape."
"My name is Severus, Granger, and who needs to redesign? Let's just add it to the manor house."
"Show me plans and I'll think about it."
"Plans? Plans? You're marrying an artist, dear."
"I better get to ok this before it happens." She gave him a look.
He only smiled. She glared more. "I'm open to redesigns," he said apologetically.
Hermione went out, walked in her garden, noticed that the manor seemed to now be on the wrong side of the stone fence. In fact, it grew out of her cottage.
"SNAPE," she yelled as she reentered. He was nowhere to be seen. But through Albus' newly installed guest room she found his manor house. "My cottage is NOT attaching to your house in some echoing lonely ball room," she yelled into the gloom.
"So tell me where it does," came back his voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes before setting out to explore Snape's nest, muttering as she went. After all, this Manor was clearly going to have to fit inside _her_ cottage.
The End.