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this chapter is written for JH, for Hr's wish is my own ...for him


Previousaly in "Ashwinder Eggs for Truth"

"Mione,…I'm sorry………….. About last night…………….. Forgive me?"

She shook her head in silent acceptance, then, as he partook of the green powder next to the floo, she stated

"Its ok "Ronniekins", not like I'd say yes to a doughnut puncher anyway"

With a glace that told her he would deal with her later, the Wesley male who would never father children called his destination and disappeared in a crackle of purple flames. The Queen leaving his "Frizz Queen" to cope with any family debacle that this revelation might cause


The room was filled with silence, black faces filling every worn and faded armchair and stool.

"Well, Miss Granger?"

She turned and saw the snow skinned man in the same stance and place as before Ron's little outburst.

He turned, and began to walk out into the icicle covered patio linking the family's major gathering spot to the outside world. Stopping once he called over his shoulder

"Are you going to stand there all day, or not?"


She glanced at the beanpole of a man, squashed into one side of the loveseat situated at the shaded end of the veranda.

"Sir", she stuttered. "I've never pictured you ever sitting in one of these."

He grinned, genuinely please he had flustered the brunette.

"I guess I should take it as a complement that you picture me in your thoughts, no?"

Taking his question as a challenge, Mione placed herself against him on the loveseat, pleased he didn't withdraw himself from her presence.

"Sev…………. Did you give all your presents away today?"

He smiled, glad she was taking the path that he had wanted to lead this conversation.

"I do have one remaining, but I didn't want to present it in the presence of so many gossip scroungers"

"Present a present? How does one do that?" She asked, using the most aristocratic tone she could muster, while trying to provoke a slightly humorous reply from the sometime comedian at her side.

He decided not to demean himself with a reply, instead taking a silver box from the confines of his robes.

Dismanterling the κιβώτιο, the Grangers daughter found a gold and silver weaved chain, holding 2 pendants, one shaped as a solid silver heart, the other a patterned disc of gold.

He saw the confusion drawing across the features he held so dear.

"It's a chain of higher study Miss Grang…."

"Call me Hermione"

He raised his head, trying to ignore the shock he felt at being given the chance to call her something so intimate to him.

"Yes, Hermione, it's a chain of higher study. If you look closely at the charms, you will see one engraved with a crest."

She looked and discovered the crest, a smoking caldron surrounded by a griffin and a snake. She gawked at him, imploring him to continue.

"If you have the memory I suspect you have, you will realize this is a family crest, to be particular…… my family crest. If you show this whenever you partake in any potions related situation, those who know it will know you are in training of a master, and serve you accordingly."

"In the training of a master… no I must have heard him wrongly"

He smirked at her inner confusions, so plain on her face.

"Yes………… Hermione…………… I am taking you on as my pupil. I will train you in the art of potions far greater then you have ever seen before."

The skeletal framed man found his position highly compromised as the ecstatic young woman flung herself across the professor's body, near hugging the life out of his shell from sheer jubilation at gaining one of her hearts two greatest desire's.

"Sev…………… How did you know what I most desired for Christmas?"

"Well, when your assistant teacher is still sending applications to you for such a position, after teaching by your side for over 3 years, it becomes high time to read one of the damm things. And I could never find anyone so highly qualified. "

He found her attention now leaving his controlled face, and instead focusing on the heart shaped locket that remained on the chain. She turned her fingers blue, trying to force the old hinges and sides apart, stopping the struggle when he placed his hand on her thigh.

"Miss Granger, that won't open"

This puzzled the young witch.

"Why ever not, its got a hinge"

He shook his head, realizing that even though she was a witch, her muggle born childhood and not informed her so much about basic of enchanted objects such as jewelry.

"The pendent is charmed……………"… He dodged her glance, standing and forcing his hands onto the railing to keep this balance…… "If the event I have dreamed of for the last 6 years occurs………." He turned his head sideways and looked into her face, so far underneath the line of his sight……………. "the piece will open. Then and only then will it reveal its secrets."

Miss Granger placed the chain around her neck, in doing so seeing the engraving of a fairy sitting on holly hidden on the back of the locket. She stood next to the towering male, gazing out onto the same stretch of white fields.

"Snape……………."

"Yes………..?"

"Do you believe…. Do you believe in a Christmas Faerie, that grants the inner most wishes of your heart around this time………"

He laughed at the mention of the wizarding Christmas story, quickly but not convincingly, hiding the sudden outburst in a flurry of forced coughs.

"Yes I do, and I have a wish……………….. just one"

"What would you say if you could ask for that wish now"

He turned, hoping she might realize the meaning behind what he was going to say.

"I would.. would… tell a certain lady "I love you"

Mione felt a strange yet accepting feeling as she listened to the words he had just uttered, surprised that there was a female who could get this type of reaction out of the man she thought as marred with an ice heart forever. However, it brought up the painful memory of the previous nights activities.

Sitting, she explained, while fuming on the inappropriate memory she really didn't need right now.

"I love you is eight letters...but so is BULLSHIT"

He bristled, keeping his eye still trained on the field

"Well, I prefer my selection of letters, thank you"

He walked away, further down the patio, to create a distance away from her presence.

"Sev, do you think your wish will come true?

The glared at the now standing figure, his teaching guise taking over the once relaxed persona he had graced himself this holiday season.

"At least not tonight, Madame………………"

He turned away from her, stopping once to say, keeping his eyes away from her glowing aura

"Now you are under my tutelage, you may, if you chose, to go under the title of Madame, while you students will still call you professor. Your Chambers are being moved closer to mine, with an extra classroom to make your guidance a little less awkward. Now, if that is all Miss Grang… Hermione….. Good Day."


Hermione stayed rooted to her spot, cursing her big mouth and the fact that she just had to ruin the moment she felt they had shared.

Leaning against the frost covered railing she saw, sitting graciously on the canopy above the bench seat, a tinsel like faeire she saw as the one she dreamed of every year, the one she had talked about with Snape only moments before.

"You heard his wish, didn't you"

The spirit giggled and nodded, sending a pleasant twinkling sound to Hermione's ears.

"Well then……I wish to you, old spirit, that by New Years Day, I will have told my gleaming bat that………….. that….."

"That he has captured my heart."

And with a sigh, she followed the billowing robe back to the door of The Burrow that she had nearly broken from slamming the night before.


A/N:

Todays international word is:

κιβώτιο: Greek for box (pronunciation unknown)

(I promise that the next word I chose, will be easier to understand. I was pulling at straws, and with no translator in sight I had to use the resources I had)

This chapter was originally written as part of the last installment, but I found that the piece to be too long. If you have any ideas for the next or following chapters, or international words to use, it would be appreciated

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