That night, in their common room, the four Gryffindors were talking nonstop about what their whole school was talking about, Snape and Meg. Hermione had been doing her homework, but she had abandoned it for the conversation she was now avidly joining in. Ron also had his homework out, but he was staring mournfully at it and sighing. Harry had been polishing his Firebolt, and Andrea had just been popping bottle caps on the table, her Firebolt still up in her dorm room.

"Can you believe he really sent us outside today?" said Hermione gently. "I mean, I know he's a jerk, but he doesn't know anything about weddings, he's half out of his mind. We have to be nicer to him than we usually are, you know? And try to do a bit better in his classes."

"So now you're saying he's a nutter and a jerk?" Ron said, grinning.

"I wasn't calling him a nutter," Hermione told him. "I was just talking about, y'know…Have you ever expected him to have a crush on anybody? He has since he was eleven."

"I know, it's stupid," said Harry. "And Hermione, you should be telling Ron do to better in his classes, not me, because I actually got something right yesterday. I don't think he's ever sent a class outside before in his life. Oh, yeah…that was the weirdest thing I ever saw him do."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Andrea cried excitedly. "I just remembered something I saw you didn't! When you weren't looking, I saw Snape coming out to sit on that white bench, with Smith!"

"Oh my God, what did he do?" Harry said.

"What you think he did, mate," said Andrea, giggling. "He just sat there, and she kissed him! On the lips, can you believe it? His wand was shooting off fireworks, practically."

"You would never expect it, would you?" said Hermione quietly.

Ron was rolling around on the floor and laughing until tears rolled out of his eyes. "Can't you ever get over that, Hermione? It's not romantic! It's Snape! Oh, he's such a weirdo…"

"I'm telling you, his Love Potions are awesome," said Andrea. "If I didn't know better, I'd think he bought them in a store or something, but, no, he made them all by himself. Like I said before, though, you can't mix up love in a cauldron. Snape obviously thinks you can…"

"I still don't know what he's playing at," Harry agreed. "Hermione, nobody in this whole school thinks it's romantic except for you. Remember, it's Snape, you know."

"Not exactly, Dumbledore does," Hermione protested. "He's the one who's arranging the whole wedding in the first place, you know, he thinks Smith really likes Snape, that it's not a Love Potion. He's going to make everything absolutely perfect for Snape and Smith."

"Perfect…hah!" Ron sniggered, finally managing to sit up on the Gryffindor rug.