00Snape- The sequel
Severus Snape and his Graduatee
"Goodybye Potter. Cheerio Pothead, no too cheery. Hope you die soon, old chap?"
"What on earth are you doing, Sev?" came a slightly mystified soft voice from behind him, and Severus Snape sprang around from the mirror, where he had been making faces and practicing saying goodbye to his arch enemy. He blushed slightly.
"Er…" he began, but Hermione's laugh cut him off as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and into the silk mules standing there.
"Never mind." She said as he kissed her proferred cheek and helped her up gently. "Obscuris Secretus."
"Last time?" he siad hopefully, and she smiled at him.
"Almost, Sev darling, almost. Graduation day and tomorrow."
"What are you wearing to the ceremony?" he asked, changing the subject before she could ask did Albus know yet. How about no?
"We have to wear our house colours with the robes on top." She answered, rifling through her wardrobe in search of the new dress.
The dress she pulled out was a deep blood red, almost black, that shimmered so softly he knew it must be silk, two toned with red-golden hues.It was strapless and fitted, and slunk down past her feet.
"Right, I'd better go back to the tower then." She said, almost sadly, and smiled coyly at him.
"Not using my bathroom?" he replied, "You wouldn't be expected to turn up anyway…"
"Fine, fine!" she attempted to sounde grumpy, but only succeeded in sounding happy – she loved his bathroom.
When she emerged she was wearing the dress and blood red slippers. Her hair was loose and curled softly over her shoulders, clasped up in golden clips with lions prancing along them. Her graduation gown went over the top, loose with it's large sleeves, and her mortar board was tucked underneath her arm. It was edged, like the gown, in red and gold silk. She looked so stunning, Severus Snape (who had been ready before she awoke) fingered his wand for only a moment before raising it and crying,
"Markus obliterus de Snape ! »
« What ? » cried Hermione, running to the mirror, only to see black words burning slowly into her forehead to read,
"Property of S. Snape." She read slowly, growling as it turned invisable.
"Only if the man who dares to touch you has lewd ideas…"
He ended up in the bath, fully clothed.
She went away humming.
The Gryffindor Common Room was an absolute tidal wave of sound, motion, panicing seventh years and various parents being shown around. Hermione was almost knocked flying by mrs Weasley, who seized her in an embarassingly tight hug and burst into noisy tears.
"Uhr, Hello aunt Molly." She said, wriggling away, only to be seized by Sirius Black who had been lazing in his armchair, reading over the Gryffindor Annual, produced by Colin Creevey, who had also taken most of the photos for the year book. As he tried to craefully feel her bottom underneath the fitted robes, he went flying backwards and landed on top of Parvati Patil (who, truth to tell, didn't look wildly upset).
"Yo Mione!" said Ron, dressed in marron and gold robes (looking fed up and constipated because of the colour), with Harry standing behind him in a tasteful muggle suit in dark maroon and gold tie. "Where have you been?"
Hermione froze, blushed a horrid shade of mauve, and stuttered something that sounded like "Prluptuoghyn!"
"Erm, alright." Said Harry, a naggling memory at the back of his head threatening to surface it all it's hideousness. "Hey, have you seen Snape yet?"
Hermione's mouth dropped open, and the entire Weasley clan turned to gawp at Harry. Fred, or was it Georger, finally sopke.
"Harry, you nutcase, see Snape this early in the morning? She'd be dead."
"Erm, yes, let's go!" Hermione seized Harry's hand in hers and towed him out of the common room, "Come and meet my parents with me!"
"Ron…"Ginny said at lastm, trying to avoid the sight of her brother turning violet, "Do you think there's something going on with them?"
"AAAAAARGH!" and Ron threw himself sobbing across the common room to land in the sofa's comforting squishiness and console himself with a bannana. Eugh, not like that you pervs!
"Um, Ron dear, lets go downstairs, alright." Molly hauled him to his feet, looking slightly green (she had always assumed Harry would enter the family via Ginny not Ron). Ron followed obediantly, choking back sobs.
They bumped into professor Snape at the foor of the stairs, where Fred and George turned pale, and even Charlie gulped a few times. Mrs Weasley hummed loudly while she avoided him, going slightly pink, and mr Weasly slunk after his wife. Bill winked at the professor, who glared back, seemingly horrified that not all the Weasley clan hated his guts, and Ron almost walked into the wall in his efforts to get away. Ginny had apparantly gone another way around to avoid him.
Waiting for them at the bottom of the Entrance Hall were the Grangers and Potter, with his god-father looming over them. Mrs granger (Edna) was wearing little glasses, and looking around her with a fascinated look on her petite featered face. Her hair had apparantly been wrestling with a hippo. Mr Granger (Bob) was over six foot tall, and beaming at his daughter, clearly his pride and joy, through brown eyes and messy hair. Hermione beamed proudly at them both, and tugged them over to the Weasleys.
"Oh, hello Molly!" said Edna, waving at the plump red head, and waved back eagerly.
"Arthur!" boomed Bob, and he and the Weasley father were soon involved in a conversation about spark plugs. Molly and Edna discussed their offspring proudly, while Sirius slunk off somewere with Fred and George. Hermione scuttled over to Ron, pulling Harry behind her. Ron looked deeply upset.
"What's wrong Ron?" asked Hermione, patting his shoulder.
"Stay away from me, you Harry-stealer!" he cried leaping backwards. Harry looked bemused, while Hermione watched him as if he would explode.
"Erm, Ron, I'm really not interested in Harry. You can have him and his appallingly short hair and lack of brain." Harry blinked twice.
"Oh thankyou, thankyou!" screamed Ron, and began snogging Harry. Apparantly while Harry had issues with collecting buttabor pus, he was very good at causing a scene, because the whole Weasley clan were almost crying hysterically, and Bob and Edna looked rather happier. (Now they knew their daughter would not be ravaged by her best friends.)
"Five points from Gryffindor." Snapped an oily voice behind them.
"Ah! This must be the man himself!" cried mr Granger, whirling around and bestowing a proud smile upon Severus, who was looking rather confused. Hermione was waving her hands desperately.
"Dad! Come and sit down!" she said eagerly, towing his away at full speed, Edna following behind.
"Erm, what was that about?" said Harry, untangling himself from Ron to raise an eyebrow at the scandalised potions master.
"FIFTY POINTS!" shouted Snape, "for lewd behaviour!"
"What!?" said mr Weasley, gathering his last shred of courage. He hadn't been afraid of the little first year while he had been HeadBoy, but Parents Evenings had scarred him for life.
"Kissing! In the hallway! And five points from the Weasley clan!" screeched Snape, seeming to loose his head.
At that moment two large men stepped up behind him and patted his head in a very intimadating manner. Draco Malfoy grinned at his godparent while his mother, standing behind her son, fluttered her eyelashes (Lucious was in Azkaban and she had always fancied Snape) and pouted. Oliver Wood on the other hand clapped him on the shoulder almost pitching him forward.
"Hello Commander!" he boomed cheerfully, "We've come to see you confess your undieing love!"
"You idiot!" hissed Draco, while his mother stopped fluttering and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Snape was going to confess his undieing love for her, Narcissa Malfoy!
"HALL! NOW!" screamed Snape, nostrils flaring, and everyone in the entire entrance hall ran for the great Hall rather hurridly, Oliver Wood grinning as he did so.
The Great Hall was silent, packed out with proud parents, bored siblings and bruised godparents. Albus Dumbeldore in robes of canary yellow was standing on the stage, beaming jovially. Behind him sat the teaching staff; Minerva crying into her tissue, Flitwick squeking excitidly, Vector tapping his head with his quill as he tried to work out the probability that all his students had passed and Snape scowling happily.
"Good Afternoon! Good Afternoon!"began Dumbeldore, "First of all I would like to thank the staff of Hogwarts who have yet again ensured that every student has passed their NEWTs and can be a fledged wizard, and especially professor Snape, who ensured the service was punctual by using his lungs in the entrance hall! And now, onto our graduating students! Right, Slytherin first!"
Snape stood up doulfully and strode to the podium,
"Bulstrode, Millicent. Three Averages in Dark Arts, Herbology and History of Magic…Crabbe, Vincent. Three Barely Acceptables in Herbology, Dark Arts and Potions…Goyle, Gregory. Three Barely Acceptables in Herbology, Drak Arts and Potions…Malfoy, Draco. HeadBoy. Five Outstadings in Ancient Runes, Defence against Dark Arts, Dark Arts , Transfiguration and Potions…Parkinson, Pansithildy.* Three Acceptables in Dark Arts, Herbology and Ancient Runes…Zabini, Blaise. Four Outstandings in Ancient Runes, Dark Arts, Potions and Pure Potions."
The Slytherin year were all assembled on the stage in green and silver robes with their black robes over the top, each clutching a certificate tightly in sweaty palms and smirking broadly. They shook their Head of House's hand and some even hugged him enthusiastically. Snape hesitated and hugged them back. They posed for their photographs and then clambered off the stage, cheering loudly.
"Thankyou professor Snape! Now, onto Gryffindors!"
Minerva stood tall and rigid, but a few tears fell down her face as she read out, not in alphabetical order because she could hardly see through her blurry tears.
"Dean Thomas! Three Acceptables in Transfiguration, Arithmancy and Herbology!"
Blblablablablablablabla, and now onto the interesting one"Hermione Granger, HeadGirl!" Hermione, grinning, climbed the stairs to the podium and embraced her head of House.
"Seven Off The Records in Tranfiguration, Potions, Potions Pure, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes!"
The entire Hall cheered wildly while Hermione blushed cherry red. Finally she coughed a little and the noise turned to silence.
"I want to thank Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry for allowing me to have the most magical time of my life here!"
More cheers and then a strange chant was heard from the rowdy legion of aurors in the front two rows. "Undieing Confessions of Love! Undieing Confessions of Love! Undieing Confessions of love!"
Hermione looked flabbergasted and turned to hush thm, but a strange silence had fallen over the hall as Severus Snape stepped forward, a furious scowl on his face. He glared the aurors into silence, and then, just as Dumbeldore began to stand, dropped to his knees in front of Hermione.
Dumbeldore sat down.
He grasped her hands in his own larger ones and kissed her fingertips.
"Hermione, I love you more than you will ever know and more than even my potions. For the last year you have made me the happiest man alive even next to Dumbeldore and given me something to come back to."
Hermione gasped and dimpled. Harry and Ron sat there, flabbergasted. Everyone was completely in shock, mouths were open all over the hall and everywhere you looked people had turned pale.
"Hermione, you have ensnared my senses without potions, bottled my love and kept it safe, simmered my hopes and brought them back to life, now I want one last thing. Will you marry me?"
Hermione shrieked and flung herself on him, hugging him so tightly the little ring box with the emerald and platinum ring was sent spinning out of his hand to the feet of Albus Dumbeldore while he held her closely.
"Yes!" she whispered in his ear, and his face blossomed into a look of pure ecstasy.
The entire Great Hall burst into cheers and whoops, noisy tears, old friends fainting, new friends doing little dances, teachers jumping up and down and two disgruntled but very happy houses screaming along. Somehow, in all the mayhem, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs grabbed their certificates and carried on cheering and Albus Dumbeldore handed the little ring back to his treasured friend.
So, in the middle of a ring of protective aurors with the entire wizarding popzulation of Great Britain going crazy and high around them and the Grangers sobbing onto the shoulders of Albus Dumbeldore, Severus Snape made Hermione Granger the happiest witch alive by slipping a beautiful ring on her finger and kissing her stomach gently.
The pictures from the year of graduation 2003, The Year Harry Potter Graduated as it went down in history books, are full of people jumping around hysterically and singing, going mad and dancing on tables, aurors giving a fireworks display with coloured stunners, Albus Dumbeldore grinning like a madman and Narcissa Malfoy sniffling to herself.
But in the end of the yearbook you will find a black and white picture of a beautiful girl with a look of rapture on her face being held by an ecstatic man some years her senior, and although around them is mess, their little circle is silent and serene as they hold each other and weather the storm.
And it is always that picture that is the most well thumbed and watched, because that was when the exquisate headGirl accepted the proposal to become the mrs Snape to Professor Snape.
And really, it's so mad that it sums up the entire year, especially the graduation in August.
Severus Snape did get to say goodbye to Potter, but was being held at wandpoint by his fiancee so couldn't quip. Unforetunately, Harry fainted again just after he had forced out a 'goodbye Scarhead.' Which took away most of the fun.
TBC*Why doesn't Pansy have a full name? Well, she does now! Impressive, isn't it?
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