Severus stood next to Professor Dumbledore, while Potter and Weasley stood across from him.
His hands clasped behind hisback; he was wearing black dress robes, a white button up shirt,
and black trousers. His long black hair was tied back,which gave him a rakish look. He glanced
around the Room of Requirement taking in the whole scene. The ceiling was a warm cream
color, most like a sunset, there were candles tiered along the walls, giving off an ambient glow.
Vanilla scent flowed appily about the room and it's in habitants, smelling sweet and inviting.
Cherry blossoms were scattered across the ground. There was an isle runner of an ivory fabric,
that looked to be of velvet, but had the weight of silk. It all almost seemed too much. He cast a
glance to the Headmaster and felt a scowl coming on. He had no idea why the old fool was
making this out to seem like a huge romantic act. He sighed softly, through he did imagine since
Hermione was to be married to him still death do them part; her one and possibly only wedding
should be as sentimental as it could be. He suddenly felt nervous. Would Hermione be pleased
with the way the room looked, much less with the way he looked. He had taken extra care in his
preparations for the ceremony. He did wash his hair often, but preferred the greasy look in
theclassroom. But tonight, he went for a softer look. He had even went out and purchased new
clothes for tonight, in hopes topreset a cleaner image to his bride-to-be. Dumbledore leaned
close to Severus and said low, "Don't worry my boy, everything will be okay. She's on her way
now."
Severus stiffened and his heart began to race. The old man was not helping him any. He heard
someone clear their throat and looked towards the door he didn't hear open. Minerva came
bustling in the room, she glance at him and gave him a look of approval. He looked to the
doorway and there stood Hermione wearing the most beautiful gown he'd ever seen. She had
forgone the normal dress robes and had opted for a gown. It was an off the shoulder, empire
waist, a-line skirt, cream colored gown. The sleeves were long and loose, they nearly hung over
her hands. The train og the gown trailed behind her by about 2 feet. There was an embroidered
floral design on the center of the skirt twards them hemline. It fit her perfectly, except for the
floral design on the skirt. He frowned slightly at that decorative touch. He let his eyes roam over
her again, appreciating the other aspects of the dress. It showed off her shoulders and her
graceful neck. She looked up at him expectantly a nervous look on her face.
Hermione couldn't help but feel apprehension. Snape...Severus looked wonderful! His
clothes were clean, crisp, and defiantly not all black. He was standing with his back rigid,
defiantly not a relaxed stance. He looked at her his black eyes boring into her. She saw a brief
flicker of appreciation. Harry and Ron were standing across from Severus, they wore their best
dress robes. Hermione had to bite back a giggle at the scene they presented. Ron looked sick
and happy at the same time, while Harry looked nice and clean cut, all but for his hair. She
watched as McGonagall bustled up next to Professor Dumbledore, her burgandy dress robes
swirling about her. Harry and Ron looked expectantly at Dumbledore and he nodded his
consent. As he did so Harry and Ron made their way to Hermione. Upon their approached they
each gave Hermione a hug and a kiss and offered their arms to her so they could escort her up to
Severus. As she made her way up to Severus she noticed a flicker of apprehension cross his
features. That realization endeared her more to him. For some reason his nose didn't seem so
big, his skin less sallow, and his frame less wiry. As she got closer to him he extended his hand to
her. She gazed at his long slender fingers, callused with years of working with his hands. She
watched as she placed her small soft hand into his big rough paw. A small shiver ran up her spine
and a warmth quickly followed. He pulled her close to him and leaned down to kiss her softly on
the cheek. Her face then flushed crimson with modesty and slight embarrassment.
Severus couldn't breathe! He was hit full force with her beauty, soft curls framed her
face, and cascaded down her back. The dress skimmed her hips as she walked towards him.
How had he not noticed how she had grown into a young woman? Dumbledore cleared his
throat and opened the book he had been holding.
"Li accogliamo favorevolmente per osservare il legame che queste due anime devono
fare." He read, his voice wavered not one bit. "Il grippaggio di anima è un legame che dura per
sempre, solo la morte lo romperà. Coloro che si avventura avanti nel legame per sempre saranno
informati degli altri emozioni." He paused for everyones ackowledgment of what he just read,
the proceeded, "Anime thy di legatura nell'armonia. Anime thy di legatura nel anguish. Con il t
repidation e la riservatezza. Con amore ed avversione. Nessun romperanno questi legami, nessun
ma morte. Lasciato nessun parli il ill verso questa unione, non ne lasci romperlo." He held a
magnolia flower between Severus and Hermione. Severus was the first to lean in and kiss the
velvety soft petals, Hermione took his cue and did the same. The white and pink hues in the
flower intensified and then faded to a red and merlot. "È fatta." Severus raised his eyes to
Hermione' soft chocolate ones and kissed her softly on the lips. They both felt engery transfer the
both of them, and an emptiness they both once had in their hearts was suddenly filled.
Dumbledore took a long white silk ribbon he had and tied Hermione and Severus' hands
together. Ron, if possible looked sicker; while Harry seemed oddly serene. Professor
McGonagall sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
"All right Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, off to the Great Hall with you. Professor and
Lady Snape will join us shortly."
She ushered the two Gryffindors from the room. "Now Hermione and Severus, off with you as
well." McGonagall almost stumbled over those words. Seeming much like a mother at that point.
Severus bowed slightly at Professore Dumbledore and turned to Hermione once again.
Dumbledore smiled at Hermione and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, while
stealing the moment to whisper in her ear. "All will be well my dear."
Hermione felt herself turn crimson again and let herself be led away by Severus.
A/N
(The Soul Binding Ceremony was done in Italian, and this is it in English.)
We welcome you to view the bond that these two souls are to make.
Soul Binding is a bond that lasts forever, only death shall break it. Those who venture forth into the bond shall forever be knowledgeable of the others emotions.
Bind thy souls in harmony. Bind thy souls in anguish. Through trepidation and confidence. Through love and hate. None shall break these bonds, none but death. Let none speak ill towards this union, let none break it.
It is done.