Summary: The Professors voted for Snape to do something against his will. Shopping. He is made to shop for each and everyone of the Professors. So when one of them has something odd on the list, what will he do? And what do Harry, Ron, Hermione, and lingerie have to do with it? What is the outcome?
MO/N: I love all who review!
Chapter Ten: Christmas Prt. Two
"Do you like her? Do you? Do you? Do you?" Emily asked continuously until he answered. He nodded his head.
"Everyone! He likes her!" Emily exclaimed.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione clapped and cheered.
"So that was what it was when I was in the store by myself." Snape muttered. He held the kitten in the air, and stared at it in the eye. It reached out and tapped his nose. He had to smile. He felt his heart warm up, and he thought he was either really happy…or he was having a heart attack. They were common in men his age.
"What are you going to name her?" Hermione asked.
"Neko."
"You're naming her…cat?" Emily asked.
"Fine! You know what I will name her such a nice name…you'll be shocked."
Everyone leaned in, afraid he'll name her "Little Whore" or "Little Satan" or, "Lucifer!"
"Penny." Snape replied.
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Ginny was curled in the fetal position, clutching Harry's Weasley sweater. She was crying unashamedly, and she didn't care. People tried to cheer her up, but nothing worked.
"Ginny, how about you go to the kitchens?" Fred asked.
Ginny sat up, glaring through her tears at Fred. "How can you speak to me like that? Is your boyfriend dead? He's dead." She started to sob again. "Plus, I'm not hungry! Are you calling me fat?"
Fred stepped away from Ginny, and went to his mother, who was also crying. He was wondering if Ginny even cared about Ron. He was soon to find out.
Ginny wailed. "Ron! He's dead too! I had a row with him! And I said…I…hated him! I don't! Ron! I don't hate you! And Hermione. She loved Ron!"
"Why is everyone speaking in past tense? They are not dead yet! Not until tomorrow! They are going to live until they are 982! 982 years old! UNDERSTAND!" George cried.
"Good going George. Cheer them up! While everyone else is dead, they will live." Fred said sarcastically.
Everyone was in the Gryffindor Common Room. Then suddenly they heard a slight tapping on the window. Everyone turned to see what it was. Ginny jumped from the couch and to the window. "It's HEDWIG!"
Everyone gasped, and watched Ginny open the window, and allow Hedwig in. She flew inside and landed on the fireplace mantle. Ginny ran to her and Hedwig held out her leg. Ginny untied a little parcel, addressed to her.
She opened it, and there was a beautiful…promise ring. Under it was a note. It said:
To my Dearest Ginerva Weasley,
If I don't live to see your face on Christmas, I give you all my love and a ring. I doubt I'll ever see you again, because of certain reasons. Hedwig found me, Harry Potter, and insisted I send this. I have sent it, and have a beautiful life without me, don't marry Dean. Or Michael. Just wait for me, even if it's in the afterlife. You'll be able to meet my parents. Ron and Hermione are with me, and they said hello too. I must go. Snape is coming and he's in bad shape. It looked like he was helping or carrying a woman. Not sure…I have to go now…bye…
Love until Death do us part,
Harry James Potter
P.S.—
Ginny didn't read the rest of the letter. She put the ring on, and then threw the letter into the fire. George hurriedly grabbed the letter and put it out.
"Ginny! Ginny! What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Harry! He was alive when he sent this. He said he wouldn't be able to see me again! And Hermione and Snape and Ron are with them…him…in there bad formed shapes." Ginny cried, running up the girl's dormitory.
George looked at the letter. "She had a reason to be angry…sad…depressed…humiliated…cursed…--"
"Shut up George! What does it say?"
"It said everything. Snape is in bad shape and he wants her to live happily…and not to marry anyone else…He loved her. There was a P.S. but it was burned. He talked about his parents…and Ron and Hermione…Mum! Mum!" George said, tears coming to his eyes. "They're dead!"
And at this moment, it finally set it. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Severus Snape, and for Madame Rosmerta, Emily Rosmerta were dead.
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"I don't know if I should have sent Ginny that parcel. We wrote it during potions…and I was kidding…Oh Merlin…I hope she doesn't take it the wrong way." Harry said, while peeling potatoes. Everyone was chipping in to make the big Christmas dinner.
"Look out the window. Even though you can't see through it, it's snowing. I can tell." Emily said.
Hermione and Ron were doing quick and dangerous cooking. Which meant, they caught things on fire with "Incendio!" then they quickly put them out. But everything else was done the Muggle way, including the pies, which they started hours before hand.
"It might be a bit chilly tonight." Hermione said.
They couldn't tell, at least Ron and Hermione because they were doing the quick and dangerous cooking. It was really hot in that corner.
MO/N: That didn't quite sound right…
BB/N: It's hot and steamy…
MO/N: Stop trying to be seductive.
BB/N: I'm not! I am trying to improvise.
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They got done eating dinner around six, and were now just sitting around the kitchen drinking tea and eating a slice of apple pie each. Emily suddenly realized one thing. Her Muggle heating device that she never learned how to work…wasn't on.
"You were right Hermione," Ron began. "It's getting chilly." He started to rub his arms, really wishing he brought a sweater.
Emily clapped her hands together. "Cuddle time!"
"Err." Was all that came out of Ron's mouth. Cuddling was not his favorite word…especially around Hermione…
"Yes cuddle. You know, sit close?" Emily said.
"Err…no…" Snape said, the only one still sitting. Everyone else was standing up. Penny jumped onto the seat next to Snape. She couldn't make it up, and was falling, so Snape picked her up, and put her on the seat. He found her slightly annoying. She followed him everywhere.
Ron glared at Snape. He was getting better and better at the glare. "Professor Snape! You are going to cuddle with Emily! And you're going to like it! Or…I'll tell your secret."
Snape stood up. Him and Ron were almost the same exact height. There was a pause, as they glared at each other, Ron slowly thinking if he didn't stop…Snape would make him pee his pants. He was very afraid.
"Fine Weasley! (He gave up calling him Ron) Besides, it's getting cold."
They all began to walk, and Penny jumped to the floor, and followed Snape. "Penny, leave me alone."
Snape didn't see the hurt look that crossed the little kittens face. She put her head down, but followed him nonetheless.
While they were walking down the hallway, Snape looked behind himself. He angrily spun around and stared at the kitten. Penny bumped into his leg, and stepped back. She sat down and stared at Snape, her eyes big, shiny, and round. "Mew!"
Snape's insides melted as she mewed. He picked her up, and started petting her gently. She started to make a weird type of clicking noise. She couldn't purr yet.
Snape stepped into the guy's room. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were already cuddled up, and Snape missed the awkward moment between Ron and Hermione. They all looked at Snape, then pointed to Emily. He slowly looked at her, and she smiled and waived. She indicated her new blanket.
Snape spread his index fingers on each hand three feet apart, while Penny hopped onto his shoulder. "Can we be this far apart?"
"You know Professor, woman, according to men, don't have enough body heat." Harry said.
"That is why, were sitting on either side of Mione. Really snug!" Ron added. He had a wicked smile on his face, and he was nodding his head slowly, in a creepy type manner.
MO/N: You know in the 6th chapter Hermione slept in the middle because she gave off heat…now…she doesn't give off enough, and can barely keep her body warm…
Snape sighed, and walked over to Emily, sliding down the wall, and sitting as humanly possible, next to her. Penny was now purring nonstop like a motor. She lay down on Snape's chest, and purred. She gave off more heat.
"Penny's mine." Snape growled.
"All right, all right." Emily said. She turned to Harry and Ron. "I'm not a regular woman you know. I can live by my self."
"Haven't you been?" Snape asked. Emily shoved him playfully.
Hermione whispered something into both Ron and Harry's ears. Then she jumped into the air. "I have to go to the loo!"
"We have to help her!" Harry and Ron chorused together. The three of them quickly left the guy's room, and went into the bathroom. Emily and Snape watched them.
"Err…she needs help?"
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"They really need some alone time."
Ron was lying in the bathtub, Harry was on the counter by the sink, and Hermione put the toilet seat down, then she sat on the toilet.
"Well…I guess they did." Harry said.
"If they really did need alone time, how come they didn't talk in front of us Hermione?" Ron asked.
Harry and Hermione looked at him. "That positively made no sense Ron."
"I never make sense do I, Hermione."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
It became quiet, and Harry decided to break it. "Do you remember the Quidditch World Cup? Wasn't it exciting?"
Hermione nodded her head, but Ron was thinking of something else. "Do you remember that man?" He asked.
Both Hermione and Harry shook their heads. "That narrowed it down greatly Ron." Harry teased.
"The man in the dress!" Ron said.
"Ohh! Archie." Harry said.
Hermione started to giggle.
"Something wrong Hermione? Is there something wrong with a man who likes a breeze around his privates?" Ron asked. He was serious. She started to giggle.
"You liked him, didn't you?" As she continued, Ron went on. "You like old…no…older men. That is disgusting Mione."
"I do not Ronald Weasley! I like Ro- someone you don't need to know about." Hermione said.
"Whatever Hermione. Archie, Archie, Archie, Archie!"
Hermione stood up, and stormed out of the bathroom. Ron jumped out of the bathtub and followed Hermione. Harry just watched them, and wondered if it was his fault that they had this row.
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"So what do you want to talk about, Sevvy?"
"Err…nothing…embarrassing."
Emily smirked. "Who do you like?"
Snape looked at her, a cross look on his features. "I am not a school girl Emily. I don't talk about that stuff."
"Is it someone in this room?"
"If you're talking about Penny, yeah." Snape said, petting his kitten for emphasis.
Emily's face got closer to Snape's. He couldn't move because he was in a corner. Damn those walls. "I meant, do you love a person in this room?"
Snape spoke just as quietly as her. "Do you?"
Just as Emily was about to answer, Hermione and Ron stormed into the room. "IF YOU COME NEAR ME RONALD I WILL KILL YOU!"
Ron stepped closer. "I'm closer Hermione."
"I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IF YOU TOUCH ME!"
"YOU'RE GOING TO PUNCH A DEAD PERSON?" Ron asked, loudly.
Ron slowly poked her on the shoulder. She turned around and punched him in the stomach. Ron wasn't expecting that, and he flew backwards and hit the wall, the wind getting knocked out of him. He slid down the wall.
Hermione stared at her fist. When she punched Malfoy, it was an awesome feeling. When she punched Ron…she felt her heart break in two. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "Ro-Ron!"
She kneeled down in front of him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" She cried, feeling horrible.
Emily, Snape, and Harry watched Hermione as she hugged Ron and checked his stomach. They could almost see Ron's ears glow in the dark.
"I'm all right Hermione. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it." Ron said.
"But I punched you Ron! How could you say it was okay? I'm suffering great painful…something's."
Emily interrupted Hermione's tirade. "Err…I think we should all go to bed."
BB/N: All right! It took a long time to write this! And it was only a few pages. Six to be exact. Anyway, what is everyone's favorite part? I liked the whole scene with Snape and Emily while the children were gone. Also with Ron and Hermione's mini row. Christmas was also weird. Especially Harry's letter. It almost explained exactly what Ginny feared. While typing I found it humorous.
MO/N: No one can ever reject the kitten, savvy?
P.S. The P.S. to Harry's letter to Ginny was, "P.S. Just kidding love."