Unexpected Marriage
idea by 'potter' on aff.net
Zenia Wulfe
credit to potter for the idea
pairing: ss/hg
rating: 18 i guess later on
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Dumbledore and Hermione had only a little bit to talk about
before he led her down to her new room. Her trunk and cat, Crookshanks, had already been brought and were waiting for
her. "I will leave you to settle in my dear." Dumbledore nodded
his head and turned to go back to his office.
"Well, how about that Crooksy," Hermione cooed to the grumpy
looking cat. "We have a new home this year." She scratched him
behind his ginger ears. That seemed to brighten the ginger fluffball
up. He leapt from her lap and curled up by the crackling fire.
Hermione washed up in her private bathroom and put on her nightgown.
She set aside her uniform and black robe for tomorrow morning and
climbed into her bed. Eager to get a good night's sleep before classes
began tomorrow.
-----
Meanwhile, Mrs. Snape was thinking about the 7th year students she
had been looking at that evening at supper. There were quite a few
pretty ones that would bear good looking grandchildren for her. The
question was, who had the best brains for the job. The Head Girl was
a nice choice, but she was a Gryffindor. Seritas wasn't a very prejudiced woman; however, she figured that her son would prefer a young wife
from his own House.
She asked around about the girls in Slytherin. There were a few clever
girls. Seritas did not think that they were pretty enough though. She had
moved on to asking about the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls. The Hufflepuffs
were said to be not as good intellectually. Meanwhile, the Ravenclaws were
brilliant, but the Gryffindor girl kept being mentioned as the smartest.
"What makes the Head Girl so intellegent?" she asked of the student she
was questioning.
"She is Head Girl after all. There are others that are really smart, but she
is the smartest. She scores over three-hundred percent on most of her tests
nowadays. In First Year she was making over a hundred percent, and she didn't
know anything about Witchcraft until then."
"A Muggle-born then?" Mrs. Snape asked.
"Yeah she is, but she is the smartest witch you will ever meet at this school
I think."
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Mrs. Snape thanked the student and went
back to her room.
She couldn't really believe her luck. Her first full day had found her a woman
for her solitary son. Miss Granger was 18 thanks to her Time Turner in her
Third Year, so there were no problems about her being underaged.
She reached her rooms and retrieved the beige parchment from her nightstand
and went off again in search of Hermione.
-----
"Hermione, please, we understand that you are excited to have a room by the
library, but do you have to keep talking about it?" Ron complained.
"Oh come now Ron. You and Harry babble incessantly about Quidditch day in
and day out. I should be allowed to talk about my new room." She smiled.
"Fine, fine."
"Now we should really start on our essays Ron." Ron groaned.
A tap came to Hermione's shoulder and she turned around to see the Potion
Master's mother. "Yes Mrs. Snape? How can I help you?" She asked nicely.
"My, how polite. My I sit down a moment"
"Certainley." Hermione pulled out a chair for the woman which pleased her
even further.
Mrs. Snape placed a rolled up parchment onto the table. "Albus has asked me to
get you to sign this form, dear. He said that it was necassary. It merely states that you are being moved into a
dungeon room with your permission." She explained falsley.
"Oh, no problem Mrs. Snape. Why did Professor Dumbledore get you to bring it to me?"
"He just has another matter to attend to." She said.
"Oh, ok." Hermione picked up her inkless quill and scrawled her name to the
paper. It glowed gold for an instant before fading to a light mauve, causing
Rons blue eyes to widen and his mouth to gape. Mrs. Snape collected the scroll and
walked quickly from the library before Ron could say anything.
-----
"Ron? Ron what is it?" Hermione shook Ron by his shoulder.
"That... was not the scroll you think it was." he stated.
"What do you mean Ron?" Hermione raised a dark eyebrow.
"It could only be one thing because of those colors." Hermione was growing impatient
and Ron was reluctant to tell her. "It... was a marriage contract Hermione. Not a
permission giving form."
"WHAAAT!?" Hermione shouted.
Madame Pince bustled over and told them to leave before Ron could respond. They
gathered their belongings and left the library, heading to the Great Hall for supper.
-----
What a devious mum :D
idea by 'potter' on aff.net
Zenia Wulfe
credit to potter for the idea
pairing: ss/hg
rating: 18 i guess later on
-----
Dumbledore and Hermione had only a little bit to talk about
before he led her down to her new room. Her trunk and cat, Crookshanks, had already been brought and were waiting for
her. "I will leave you to settle in my dear." Dumbledore nodded
his head and turned to go back to his office.
"Well, how about that Crooksy," Hermione cooed to the grumpy
looking cat. "We have a new home this year." She scratched him
behind his ginger ears. That seemed to brighten the ginger fluffball
up. He leapt from her lap and curled up by the crackling fire.
Hermione washed up in her private bathroom and put on her nightgown.
She set aside her uniform and black robe for tomorrow morning and
climbed into her bed. Eager to get a good night's sleep before classes
began tomorrow.
-----
Meanwhile, Mrs. Snape was thinking about the 7th year students she
had been looking at that evening at supper. There were quite a few
pretty ones that would bear good looking grandchildren for her. The
question was, who had the best brains for the job. The Head Girl was
a nice choice, but she was a Gryffindor. Seritas wasn't a very prejudiced woman; however, she figured that her son would prefer a young wife
from his own House.
She asked around about the girls in Slytherin. There were a few clever
girls. Seritas did not think that they were pretty enough though. She had
moved on to asking about the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls. The Hufflepuffs
were said to be not as good intellectually. Meanwhile, the Ravenclaws were
brilliant, but the Gryffindor girl kept being mentioned as the smartest.
"What makes the Head Girl so intellegent?" she asked of the student she
was questioning.
"She is Head Girl after all. There are others that are really smart, but she
is the smartest. She scores over three-hundred percent on most of her tests
nowadays. In First Year she was making over a hundred percent, and she didn't
know anything about Witchcraft until then."
"A Muggle-born then?" Mrs. Snape asked.
"Yeah she is, but she is the smartest witch you will ever meet at this school
I think."
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Mrs. Snape thanked the student and went
back to her room.
She couldn't really believe her luck. Her first full day had found her a woman
for her solitary son. Miss Granger was 18 thanks to her Time Turner in her
Third Year, so there were no problems about her being underaged.
She reached her rooms and retrieved the beige parchment from her nightstand
and went off again in search of Hermione.
-----
"Hermione, please, we understand that you are excited to have a room by the
library, but do you have to keep talking about it?" Ron complained.
"Oh come now Ron. You and Harry babble incessantly about Quidditch day in
and day out. I should be allowed to talk about my new room." She smiled.
"Fine, fine."
"Now we should really start on our essays Ron." Ron groaned.
A tap came to Hermione's shoulder and she turned around to see the Potion
Master's mother. "Yes Mrs. Snape? How can I help you?" She asked nicely.
"My, how polite. My I sit down a moment"
"Certainley." Hermione pulled out a chair for the woman which pleased her
even further.
Mrs. Snape placed a rolled up parchment onto the table. "Albus has asked me to
get you to sign this form, dear. He said that it was necassary. It merely states that you are being moved into a
dungeon room with your permission." She explained falsley.
"Oh, no problem Mrs. Snape. Why did Professor Dumbledore get you to bring it to me?"
"He just has another matter to attend to." She said.
"Oh, ok." Hermione picked up her inkless quill and scrawled her name to the
paper. It glowed gold for an instant before fading to a light mauve, causing
Rons blue eyes to widen and his mouth to gape. Mrs. Snape collected the scroll and
walked quickly from the library before Ron could say anything.
-----
"Ron? Ron what is it?" Hermione shook Ron by his shoulder.
"That... was not the scroll you think it was." he stated.
"What do you mean Ron?" Hermione raised a dark eyebrow.
"It could only be one thing because of those colors." Hermione was growing impatient
and Ron was reluctant to tell her. "It... was a marriage contract Hermione. Not a
permission giving form."
"WHAAAT!?" Hermione shouted.
Madame Pince bustled over and told them to leave before Ron could respond. They
gathered their belongings and left the library, heading to the Great Hall for supper.
-----
What a devious mum :D
