Disclaimer: Wow this gets tedious writing over and over again. Look, I know it's not mine, I'm not trying to infringe, please don't sue me cause I'm poor. Thanks!

A/N: And the tortur- ::cough:: I mean fun continues!

Alright this is done. I'll try and get chapter 6 and 7 up tonight as well. Not too much done here, just smoothing it over.

The great hall was full of people chatting to one another, and as she was late a bunch of people looked over to her. Even though they had no clue as to what was going on, Hermione felt like they were judging her. She took a seat at the Griffindor table next to Ron and sure enough, she got her concerned looks.

"Oy Hermione! What took you so long to get down here!" Ron said while chewing a piece of toast. Hermione eyed him with interest and took an apple from one of the many bowls on the table.

"I overslept is all." She replied, shrugging at him. She suddenly became very interested in the eggs on her plate and left the boys to their own conclusions.

"What do we have first today?" Harry asked Hermione politely.

Hermione rummaged in her bag for her schedual and said "Double Charms." She was almost relieved, she needed to work to get her mind off of her...unfortunate situation.

Having finished her lunch, she got up from her seat and tugged on Harry's arm. "C'mon lets go. We're going to be late if we don't leave soon." she said, indicating the now half-empty hall and and the steady flow of students exiting. The boys both nodded and Ron scooped a large mouthful of scambled eggs in before getting up and following Harry and Hermione to class.

Today in Charms they were working on getting citrus fruits to bounce. An assortment of oranges, limes, and lemons were scattered about on the desks.

"Ballare Limonate" said Hermione, flicking her wrist in a circular motion at the green lime in front of her. The lime complied and started bouncing haphazardly on her desk.

Hemione glanced at Ron, who had taken to stabbing his grapefruit with his wand afteo start bouncing. He noticed her looking at him and said innocently "What?" like he had been working the entire time.

To his surprise, Hemione chuckled and replied " I don't think poking it is going to help Ron." Ron smiled sheepishly.

"Couldn't resist. Sorry 'Mione." Ron squirmed as Hermione poked him playfully in the ribs. Then he got back to practacing his spell, under Hermione's hawk-like supervision.

A tawny brown owl appeared in the rafters of the Charms classroom. Several students glanced up at it, wondering if it was hurt to be here at this time. The owl ruffled it's feathers importantly and swooped down to drop a crisp letter on Hermione Granger's desk. Everyone stared at her, wondering what the letter could possibly be. Letters usually only came at mealtimes, so this was a rare occurance.

Hermione frowned as she turned the letter over and spotted the Ministry of Magic insignia. She ripped open the seals and scanned the letter quickly, obviously not liking what she read. Harry and Ron waited impatiently for her to talk to them, but she stared mutely at the letter, reading it over again as if she was afraid she had read it incorrectly.

"Herm-" Ron started but he never got a chance to finish. "I'm going to fucking kill him." she said, her face flushed red with anger.

"Language, Miss Granger!" Professor Flitwick admonished.

But Hermione never heard him. She had stormed out of classroom, leaving the class in a torrent of questioning whispers about her uncharacteristic behavior.

Professor Flitwick, Ron, and Harry all made for the door.

She heard Harry and Ron arguing with Flitwick to let them leave, and she was glad when the Professor ordered them back to their seats. She wanted to take care of this herself. Hermione ran down the stairs down to the dungeon, knocking over a 2nd year Ravenclaw boy on her way, but she really didn't mind. Her raw rage and disgust had taken her over and she honestly didn't care what happened.

Professor Snape had been grading papers in his office when her heard someone noisly enter. He picked up his head to yell at them, only to find that the person was already screaming at him.

"Snape! You bastard!" Hermione raged at the Professor.

He raised an eyebrow. "Before I inquire what the meaning of this outburst is Miss Granger, 10 points from Griffindor for insulting a teacher."

Hermione snorted. "Miss Granger would be incorrect now, Professor." She shoved the letter into his hands unceremoniously. "That's what the meaning of all this is!"

Snape hid his surprise at the girl's outburst to himself. He didn't believe that she had it in her to do that. He glanced over the paper and read:

Congradulations on your marriage Mrs. Hermione Snape!

Today, September 16th, the Ministry accepted the proposal of one Severus Snape to wed one Hermione Granger. While you had several petitions, it was deemed that Severus Snape had the highest need and therefore the other petitions were discarded. The marriage documentation was done at the Ministry of Magic, in the Marriage and Wedding division. Below is the contractual obligations.

Best wishes for your marriage,

Batilda Fields, Marriage and Wedding Division.

Contract for the marriage of Hermione Granger to Severus Snape.

1. Hermione will be allowed to continue her education as far as she would like.

2. Hermione must live with Severus Snape at his residence.

3. Hermione must become pregnant within the first 2 months of marriage.

4. Hermione will act in the manner that a pureblood wife should.

Hermione frowned at him angrily. "Yes Miss Granger?" Snape asked silkily.

"How could you! Did you know about these," Hermione paused for a moment. "contractual obligations."

"I should very well hope I did." He replied with a slight sneer. "After all, I did write them."

"You wrote them?!" Hermione gawked at him. "You sick dirty old man! I will not lower myself to that, to be your breeding whor-"

Snape put a hand over her mouth, preventing her from finishing her rant. "Miss Granger, stop a minute and actually think about this." Hermione squirmed and tried to move his hand, but he only added his other hand to her shoulder to stop her. "Would you rather I hand you over to Mr.Malfoy? I'm sure that would be preferable to being with, what was it again? Oh yes, this sick dirty old man."

He snorted slightly and continued "Miss Granger, don't you think that if I had any choice in the matter I would change what was put in that contract?"

Hermione finally squirmed out of his grip and protested "You said you wrote it yourself."

"And so I did. With the Dark Lord and Albus Dumbledore breathing down my neck the entire time. I'm sure you would be delighted with what the Malfoy's had in their contract for you in comparison." he said while leering at her.

"I didn't know" was all that Hermione managed to choke out.

Snape raised a superior eyebrow at her. "The Griffindor know-it-all didn't know! My, the world must be coming to an end." He slouched into his chair again and said "Sit. The headmaster will be here shortly I'm assuming." Hermione dropped into a wooden chair.

A/N: I think I did well with the sarcasm on Snape's part, Hermione is a tad different. I think she's the hardest one to predict. Reminds me of Pirates of the Carribean. "Dishonest people you can always trust to be dishonest. But it's the honest one's you got to watch out for." Or something along the lines of that.

Reposted September 15th, 2004. Added the 4th obligation and made it work with the rest of the chapters.

I know the spell bits are usually latin, but as I'm practically fluent in italian, I figure what's the difference.

"Ballare Limonate" Ballare means "to dance", and Limonate is "lime with a nice voi tense ending on it to make it sound cool"

Review and I'll give you a hug! Fiiiine. A kiss. On the cheek! That's it! Please?