(This fanfiction is my first attempt at what the relationship

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.