Unexpected Marriage
idea by 'potter' on aff.net
Zenia Wulfe
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Two hours later, at about eleven-thirty that night, Hermione's
possessions had been magicked into the spare room in Severus'
private chambers. The room was, of course, decorated in the
Slytherin House colors as was most if not all of the dungeon
rooms at Hogwarts.
Severus told her that she could change the colors in her room
if she wished, but *only* her room. She nodded absentmindedly
and opened her clothing trunk to rifle around for her nightgown.
Severus, meanwhile, had left her new room to sit in front of his
fireplace for a drink of fire-whiskey.
Severus downed his whiskey and glanced around his sitting room.
He was wondering why on Earth his mother would choose a student
for his wife. He thought about as if he were his mother. Hermione
was eighteen years old, at an age where she was quite capable
of having children. Not only baring children, but being active
enough to raise them. She was a brilliant Witch, the smartest
to grace Hogwarts in many years. She was rather plain looking
though. Mousy brown hair and plain brown eyes, she wasn't all that
much to look at, he thought. Severus hated to admit all of this
to himself, but he knew that at least he was right. She was a
brilliant girl.
Severus put down his glass and stood up from his high backed
leather chair. He surveyed the room once more before he was
going to head to his bedroom when he noticed something of Hermione's
that had dropped on the floor when they were moving her things
in. He moved over to it and picked it up. A journal, he supposed.
He walked back over to her room to return it to her.
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Hermione sat on a velvet covered stool at her mirrored dresser. She
had recently found a simple charm that would allow her to rid her
mane of hair of the frizz that she had always known without having
to take hours like before. She cast the charm on her brush and began
to run it through her hair. The spell required her to give her hair
one hundred strokes with the enchanted brush before it was fully
'de-frizzed'. She wanted to test it out tonight to make sure it didn't
have any unexpected side effects that would surprise her when she
preformed the charm the next morning.
On the one hundredth stroke her hair was gloriously soft and as she
turned her head it shone as never before. Wow, she thought, this was
a wonderful charm. Why had she never found it before? No matter.
Hermione looked closer into the mirror and ran her fingers through
her hair noticing the odd silver hair here and there. She scowled
at the mirror. Never being one to stare in the mirror, she had
never noticed them before. Oh well, no matter, at least they were
shiney. It looked rather nice in the light.
She turned from the mirror and stood up. Walking to the bed she shed
her Gryffindor robe and hung it on a hook that was built into one
of the posts of the canopy bed. She had her back to the door and
was just turning down the forest green feather comforter when she
heard a soft knock.
Before she she could answer, the door opened. She turned around and
saw her... husband... standing there with a book and an odd expression
on his face.
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Mrragh :D long paragraphs. Teehee. I am writing chapter seven right
now... so it'll be up soon after this. Unless my roomates come home
and decide o monopolize our phoneline XD I have a different computer
than they have and we are both hooked up to the same phoneline,
so we can't be online at the same time.
Again, thanks for the reviews! If anyone has a suggestion for the
story, feel free to email it to me! Zeniawulfe20 at aol.com If I like
it I might add it to the story! Yay. Cause, I don't actually have
anything planned. I just write it as I go along.
idea by 'potter' on aff.net
Zenia Wulfe
-----
Two hours later, at about eleven-thirty that night, Hermione's
possessions had been magicked into the spare room in Severus'
private chambers. The room was, of course, decorated in the
Slytherin House colors as was most if not all of the dungeon
rooms at Hogwarts.
Severus told her that she could change the colors in her room
if she wished, but *only* her room. She nodded absentmindedly
and opened her clothing trunk to rifle around for her nightgown.
Severus, meanwhile, had left her new room to sit in front of his
fireplace for a drink of fire-whiskey.
Severus downed his whiskey and glanced around his sitting room.
He was wondering why on Earth his mother would choose a student
for his wife. He thought about as if he were his mother. Hermione
was eighteen years old, at an age where she was quite capable
of having children. Not only baring children, but being active
enough to raise them. She was a brilliant Witch, the smartest
to grace Hogwarts in many years. She was rather plain looking
though. Mousy brown hair and plain brown eyes, she wasn't all that
much to look at, he thought. Severus hated to admit all of this
to himself, but he knew that at least he was right. She was a
brilliant girl.
Severus put down his glass and stood up from his high backed
leather chair. He surveyed the room once more before he was
going to head to his bedroom when he noticed something of Hermione's
that had dropped on the floor when they were moving her things
in. He moved over to it and picked it up. A journal, he supposed.
He walked back over to her room to return it to her.
-----
Hermione sat on a velvet covered stool at her mirrored dresser. She
had recently found a simple charm that would allow her to rid her
mane of hair of the frizz that she had always known without having
to take hours like before. She cast the charm on her brush and began
to run it through her hair. The spell required her to give her hair
one hundred strokes with the enchanted brush before it was fully
'de-frizzed'. She wanted to test it out tonight to make sure it didn't
have any unexpected side effects that would surprise her when she
preformed the charm the next morning.
On the one hundredth stroke her hair was gloriously soft and as she
turned her head it shone as never before. Wow, she thought, this was
a wonderful charm. Why had she never found it before? No matter.
Hermione looked closer into the mirror and ran her fingers through
her hair noticing the odd silver hair here and there. She scowled
at the mirror. Never being one to stare in the mirror, she had
never noticed them before. Oh well, no matter, at least they were
shiney. It looked rather nice in the light.
She turned from the mirror and stood up. Walking to the bed she shed
her Gryffindor robe and hung it on a hook that was built into one
of the posts of the canopy bed. She had her back to the door and
was just turning down the forest green feather comforter when she
heard a soft knock.
Before she she could answer, the door opened. She turned around and
saw her... husband... standing there with a book and an odd expression
on his face.
-----
Mrragh :D long paragraphs. Teehee. I am writing chapter seven right
now... so it'll be up soon after this. Unless my roomates come home
and decide o monopolize our phoneline XD I have a different computer
than they have and we are both hooked up to the same phoneline,
so we can't be online at the same time.
Again, thanks for the reviews! If anyone has a suggestion for the
story, feel free to email it to me! Zeniawulfe20 at aol.com If I like
it I might add it to the story! Yay. Cause, I don't actually have
anything planned. I just write it as I go along.
