Senselessness and Sensitivity

Disclaimer: JKs. Not mine. Dammit

And so the saga continues…

Miss Granger was resolute. She refused to become an old maid like Mrs McGonagall. And although her heart still belonged to Ronald, he had deserted her. No one had seen him since he disappeared on their wedding day. The Grand High Minister of Magic, His Lordship Mr Fudge had sent out search parties, yet to no avail. But that was a year ago. He was not going to return.

Yet it was with a heavy heart that she knocked on the imposing door to Slytherin castle. As the door opened Miss Granger peered inside, but she could see no one. She suddenly felt something furry scrape along her leg. Looking down she saw a spider the size of a parasol. She screamed and was about to run away when a slimy voice behind her said,

'Miss Granger, such a pleasure, don't mind Tiddles, he won't harm you.'

Tiddles did not seem to quite agree. He bared his long thin fangs at Miss Granger, saliva dripped onto her rose-coloured gown. She wished for the twentieth time that morning that she had emigrated to America with her Aunt Fanny.

            Count Snape beckoned her through a door. She skirted past the rather maniacal looking Tiddles and followed Snape into a vast stone room with two large squishy armchairs. He seated himself in one and she placed herself daintily opposite. Snape steepled his thin fingers, resting his chin on the point. 'Now Miss Granger, to what do I owe this rare pleasure'.

Hermione took a deep breath. 'I have decided to become your wife'

Snape leered at her, 'I knew you would make the sensible choice'. He left his chair and placed his frog-like lips next to Miss Granger's. His cold, slimy tongue slid over her red lips.

'Oh Sir, please, we are not married yet and until then...'

'Ah yes! Of course, I understand perfectly. You want to be untainted on our wedding night.'

 Hermione nodded slowly, at least that would delay the event as long as possible. She was not looking forward to it.

Meanwhile Miss Ginny Weasley and Sir Draco Malfoy were having a rather delightful time, skipping through fields, picking daisies and such like. They doted on each other. Yet, they were always under the threat of discovery. For despite endeavours on both parties, Mrs Weasley was not about to let her only daughter 'throw herself away on a liar and a thief'. Henceforth, despite tears and lamentations from Miss Weasley, Sir Malfoy had been forbidden to call at the house.

But this had not dampened the lovers' spirits. Quite the reverse. Secret meetings and nighttime shenanigans ensued. Hermione was often called upon to deliver private notes and fabricate elaborate plots so as to ensure Ginny was safe from suspicion.

In fact, the lovers had just concocted an elaborate plot so as to allow them to be alone together in a field for a few hours. Ginny lay with her head on Draco's supple thighs.

'My darling, how I do love you!'

'And I you' replied Malfoy.

And not being a pair for discussion they soon were tearing off each other's clothes.

They lay half asleep, on the yellowed grass until an owl swooped down dropping a letter in Ginny's lap. She tore it open anxiously, it was from Hermione. 'My darling Ginny, I have news. I am to be married to Count Snape tomorrow morning. I would be grateful if you and Draco could be there. I...' Here the paper was smudged with tears.

'Oh my poor Hermione!' gasped Ginny. Sir Malfoy pulled on his breeches, saying.

'Do not fear my darling, your friend shall not be alone in her hour of need'

They both tumbled back into their garments and Draco swung Miss Weasley onto his horse.

'But first' He whispered into her ear. ' There's a rather promising looking old cottage a few miles yonder.'

Ginny giggled as they bounced off over the meadow.