would be like if Snape was married. It has not yet been said whether or
not he is, but tell me what you think anyway!)
Ring of Eternity -1
Anaxarete Meliflua was lead down the aisle by her father,
looking like a perfect goddess. Her sleek black hair was done up in
elegant curls, with little glistening pearls woven throughout them.
Her silvery robes were made of the finest silk, and a small diamond eyed
silver serpent pendant hung from a delicate chain on her neck. Nothing
but the best could be expected at the wedding of a member of the House
of Meliflua. The whole family was there to observe the union of four
of the oldest Wizarding pure blood families, the Blacks, The Malfoys,
the Melifluas, and the Snapes. The Melifluas were related to the Blacks
by blood. Anaxerete's mother, Araminta, was Mrs. Black's cousin, and the Malfoys
were related to the blacks by marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa
Black. Now the Snapes were entering the family tree through the Meliflua
line.
"You aren't nervous are you Ana?" asked her father.
She gave him a loathing glare. She knew her father did not care that
he was marrying her off to someone that hardly knew her... not to
mention poor compared to their standards. Severus Snape was not
her idea of a good match. The man was cold and uncaring about anything
but his studies. He was not in the least bit attractive, with his
hair that always looked unwashed and a nose that was too big for his face.
He would not be able to provide her with everything that she deserved
with his measly fortune.
"Not at all, father." she said angrily.
He sighed and shook his head. She had given him everything she had
last night on what she thought about the entire engagement.
"He may not be as rich as us, dearest but he is a Slytherin, and a
pureblood." he had said. "I will not marry you off to some mudblood
family."
So he would marry her off to this horrible man, who she could not even
look at without feeling nauseous.
Severus stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in green satin robes, and
his dark, usually unkempt hair was pulled back. The solemn expression
on his face was more of a funeral look, than a wedding look, and his
bride looked no different. This was a marraige of convenience for the
families, and neither bride nor groom showed the slightest sign of
affection at the sight of the other.
Mr. Meliflua released his daughter and offered her to Snape who took
her arm as if it was his expected duty. Anaxarete tensed and felt her
skin crawl at the feeling of his touch. It was an almost unbearable
feeling. She didn't think she would be able to live through the
wedding night.
His jaw clenched as he felt her recoil from his touch. He knew that
she did not love him, and he did not ever expect her to. He had to
admit she was very beautiful and quite intelligent. He had found her
very attractive, but he could not say he loved her.
He wanted to make this marriage bearable for them both, and to be honest
out of all the woman he had seen, she was definitely the most desirable,
if she didn't have such an aristocratic air about her. She seemed to
think him an unworthy candidate for her devotion, and this made him
aggravated.
"Severus Snape, do you take this woman, Anaxarete Meliflua, to be your
wife? To be a loving and loyal husband..." the wizard priest droned on.
Anaxarete's cold green eyes met his dark black ones and she scoffed at
the thought of him being a loving husband. She could care less if he
was loyal to her or not.
"...as long as you both shall live?"
Snape's eyes bored into her's. He could see the resentment in her eyes.
"I do." he said.
"And, Anaxarete Meliflua, do you take Severus Snape to be your husband?
To be a loving and loyal wife, to cherish and keep him in sickness and in health..."
She looked at him with venom in her eyes. She would never love this
man. How could she swear such a thing to him when she despised the very
sight of him?
"... you both shall live?"
There was a long unnerving silence between the man's words. Whispers
started around the room, and the priest started to repeat his words.
A flush crept across Snape's face and his eyes moved away to the opposite side
of the room.
"I do." she said flatly, a smirk creeping onto her face.
She was going to make it perfectly clear that she did not want
to be married to this man.
"Then... join your hands together... and repeat after me..."
The two looked at each other resentfully. Snape had to be the one to
take hers.
The vows were exchanged and the rings were given. She looked down at the
symbol if her damnation... her bond to him, making her his wife.
It was a small silver band shaped like a serpent eating its tail. Emerald
eyes sparkled back at her from the serpent's eyes.
It was a ring that symbolized eternity.
His was almost the same except his serpents had small rubies in the eyes.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife... "
She was now Mrs. Anaxarete Snape, and there was no going back. She
waited in stony silence for the next words, and felt the sickness coming back
to her.
