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.