Chapter 9
Severus opened the door and silently walked over to his chair. He sat down trying not to wake up his wife, Hermione Granger Snape.
As he sat at is desk, he just studied her, and with that, a poem came to him.
"God damn my sentimental side," he thought as the ink flowed off of the feather pen to the paper.
Hermione,
With all my heart, opened for thy,
With all my love, deep and wide,
With all my respect, none denied,
With all my being, I will not lie,
With all of me, I want to let you inside.
Severus
P.S. As soon as you read this, please join me in my rooms.
Severus rolled the letter up, sealed it with wax, and left it on her lap. All in the most quiet of moves he could make. He made it into their rooms without waking her and decided that it was time for him to relax in front of the fire.
He soon was awoken by a cough and the opening of the door to his.."our" rooms.
"Sorry to wake you, Severus, but you said to join you in your rooms."
"That I did. First off, I want to say I am sorry about several things I've said to you. Although all of them were not true, some were, but back on track-"
"You can't even apologize like making it sound that you are sorry!"
"What?"
"You write this poem. I believe you wrote this poem, so I came in here. Then, you try to apologize to me, and you turn it into an insult."
"I...am...I did not mean it that way."
"Then mean what you say!"
"I meant some ofthe stuff I said, but quite a lot of it was untrue. Hermione, I want to make this up to you."
"Then tell me a story. Not just any story. A story about your life."
"My life?" His voice hitched up.
"Yes, all about you. I want to know where you grew up, what happened during school, why you became a death eater," she stumbled over her words, "and what made you return to the light."
"Well, I was born in the month of February. One of the coldest Februarys my mother ever remembered. I was the first born. My mother had a girl, but she died during infancy. She never got over it and killed herself. Father was a bright man, who had a good job in Diagon Alley and worked part time for the ministry. I usually stayed in my room reading all the information I could, my father worked. After I left for Hogwarts, he settled into a depression. When he heard that I was a Slytherin, he would walk around with his head held in shame. I could never do anything to help him. Around sixth year, Malfoy taught me about Voldemort. I joined the Death Eaters, only because I thought it would make my father proud of me. Voldemort killed my father, that's when I came to Dumbledore. Or rather, Dumbledore came to me," Severus looked at his watch, "I think its time for us to retire."
"Severus-"
"I do not want your sympathy."
"I didn't want to give you sympathy. I just wanted to tell you the there's a rat on the mantle."
"And?"
"Well, I don't like rats, they're dirty."
"So kill it."
"I'm not touching that."
"Mrs. Snape, I believe that there are certain spells to remove of these types of things. What happened to that big ball of fur you call a cat anyway?"
"Well, I don't know. Please make it go away? I won't be able to sleep."
"No, I think that its a nice accent to those daisies."
"Fine. You can sleep out here with the rat and its children."
"Whatever suits you."
"What would suit me would to have the rat out of the apartment!"
"Fine. Luminico," he said watching the rat scurry into their bedroom.
"Severus! You just sent him into our bedroom!"
"Oops." He said with a smirk.
"Nobody else will ever do anything right the first time. I mine as well do it myself!" She stalked into the bedroom and starting swishing and flicking with her wand to move the furniture.
After moving all the furniture, she finally had the rat trapped underneath a bookcase, leaving only one way to get out, right past her.
"Severus! Come and get this rat!
He huffed, and pretended to be bothered by the disruption, "I thought you were going to do it by yourself."
"I was, but he won't come out, and I'm not sticking my hand in there."
"Fine," he said, knowing he had won, "Dapatia!" He grabbed the rat and threw him out of the window in the living room.
"Thank you."
"Now, why were you sitting outside my rooms."
A.N. Next time-what exactly did Hermione find out about wizarding marriages?
Thanks to everyone who reviews!
Severus opened the door and silently walked over to his chair. He sat down trying not to wake up his wife, Hermione Granger Snape.
As he sat at is desk, he just studied her, and with that, a poem came to him.
"God damn my sentimental side," he thought as the ink flowed off of the feather pen to the paper.
Hermione,
With all my heart, opened for thy,
With all my love, deep and wide,
With all my respect, none denied,
With all my being, I will not lie,
With all of me, I want to let you inside.
Severus
P.S. As soon as you read this, please join me in my rooms.
Severus rolled the letter up, sealed it with wax, and left it on her lap. All in the most quiet of moves he could make. He made it into their rooms without waking her and decided that it was time for him to relax in front of the fire.
He soon was awoken by a cough and the opening of the door to his.."our" rooms.
"Sorry to wake you, Severus, but you said to join you in your rooms."
"That I did. First off, I want to say I am sorry about several things I've said to you. Although all of them were not true, some were, but back on track-"
"You can't even apologize like making it sound that you are sorry!"
"What?"
"You write this poem. I believe you wrote this poem, so I came in here. Then, you try to apologize to me, and you turn it into an insult."
"I...am...I did not mean it that way."
"Then mean what you say!"
"I meant some ofthe stuff I said, but quite a lot of it was untrue. Hermione, I want to make this up to you."
"Then tell me a story. Not just any story. A story about your life."
"My life?" His voice hitched up.
"Yes, all about you. I want to know where you grew up, what happened during school, why you became a death eater," she stumbled over her words, "and what made you return to the light."
"Well, I was born in the month of February. One of the coldest Februarys my mother ever remembered. I was the first born. My mother had a girl, but she died during infancy. She never got over it and killed herself. Father was a bright man, who had a good job in Diagon Alley and worked part time for the ministry. I usually stayed in my room reading all the information I could, my father worked. After I left for Hogwarts, he settled into a depression. When he heard that I was a Slytherin, he would walk around with his head held in shame. I could never do anything to help him. Around sixth year, Malfoy taught me about Voldemort. I joined the Death Eaters, only because I thought it would make my father proud of me. Voldemort killed my father, that's when I came to Dumbledore. Or rather, Dumbledore came to me," Severus looked at his watch, "I think its time for us to retire."
"Severus-"
"I do not want your sympathy."
"I didn't want to give you sympathy. I just wanted to tell you the there's a rat on the mantle."
"And?"
"Well, I don't like rats, they're dirty."
"So kill it."
"I'm not touching that."
"Mrs. Snape, I believe that there are certain spells to remove of these types of things. What happened to that big ball of fur you call a cat anyway?"
"Well, I don't know. Please make it go away? I won't be able to sleep."
"No, I think that its a nice accent to those daisies."
"Fine. You can sleep out here with the rat and its children."
"Whatever suits you."
"What would suit me would to have the rat out of the apartment!"
"Fine. Luminico," he said watching the rat scurry into their bedroom.
"Severus! You just sent him into our bedroom!"
"Oops." He said with a smirk.
"Nobody else will ever do anything right the first time. I mine as well do it myself!" She stalked into the bedroom and starting swishing and flicking with her wand to move the furniture.
After moving all the furniture, she finally had the rat trapped underneath a bookcase, leaving only one way to get out, right past her.
"Severus! Come and get this rat!
He huffed, and pretended to be bothered by the disruption, "I thought you were going to do it by yourself."
"I was, but he won't come out, and I'm not sticking my hand in there."
"Fine," he said, knowing he had won, "Dapatia!" He grabbed the rat and threw him out of the window in the living room.
"Thank you."
"Now, why were you sitting outside my rooms."
A.N. Next time-what exactly did Hermione find out about wizarding marriages?
Thanks to everyone who reviews!