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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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What a devious mum :D