A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Summer funfair:
Northern Funfair: Waltzers at Hogwarts: Severus Snape – cloak
Eastern Funfair: Gnome Throwing: Lucius Malfoy
Southern Funfair: Test your Strength: Average – Lucius Malfoy
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"I don't need a new cloak, Lucius," Severus Snape argued. Lucius just looked at him.
"You've said that already. You are getting married in less than a month. You are getting a new set of dress robes and a cloak to match. I insist."
"No."
"My tailor is already waiting for us the Manor."
"No." Lucius only smiled. He'd expected Severus to argue about this. He'd even been warned he might have to take drastic measures to accomplish this.
"I am not giving you a choice, Severus," he stated grabbing the younger man's arm and apparating straight the Manor. They were greeted by a squat man dressed in a sharp set of robes.
"My tailor, Mr. Doles. Mr. Doles, this is my friend, Severus, he is in desperate need of a pair of dress robes for his wedding, and a matching cloak."
"I do not need new robes. I have a perfectly good set of dress robes."
"When was the last time you bought anything new? No, books do not count, Severus. Besides, just image her face when she sees you in something other than your black teaching robes."
"She has seen me in several other things," he muttered. He blinked realizing something. "She put you up to this, didn't she?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Severus. Now, what do you think, Mr. Doles?" The small wizard looked Severus over, pulled out several measure instruments and nodded.
"Hmm, decent frame, bit pale for black robes." Severus sighed wondering if his soon to be wife was actually behind this, or if it was just Lucius being Lucius.
"He is head of Slytherin house," Lucius commented.
"Green and silver, a dark green might work."
"I like black," Severus stated glaring at them.
"Maybe a softer black? A softer cut at least, and a trim... yes, yes that might work," Mr. Doles muttered opening his small trunk. Several bolts of fabric flew out along with a pair of scissors and a needle and thread. The scissors started cutting the fabric in midair, each piece being stitched together around Severus.
"Perfect! Go look in the mirror." Severus sighed and was ready to rip off the robes until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The robes were black, but something about the cut made him look slightly less stern. They were trimmed in silver, with a design he didn't recognize. He couldn't help but agree they fit him perfectly. Behind him, Lucius and Mr. Dole nodded in approval.
"Now, the cloak," Mr. Dole stated producing it from seemingly thin air. It too was black, without a hood. It was also trimmed in silver with a silver clasp. The interior was lined in a silky silver with a black design. He put it on and smiled. Hermione would most definitely approve of these garments. He took a few steps and smiled. It billowed nicely. He did have to keep up some appearances.
"Fine, you win, Lucius, how much do I owe?" he muttered.
"Consider it a wedding gift, Severus." He blinked in shock, now he was even more certain his bride was behind this whole thing.
"Thank you," he stated as the robes and cloak were placed gently in a garment bag.
He returned home, hung his new outfit in his closet and went looking for Hermione. He found her reading in the library.
"Have fun with Lucius?" she asked looking up as he entered.
"I still think you set this whole thing up." A smirk crossed her face.
"Me? I have a clue what you're talking about," she said innocently. "I was thinking chicken Parmesan for dinner?" He nodded noticing how quickly she'd changed the subject.
"That sounds fine, love. I really wish you and Lucius would stop plotting things behind my back." She laughed giving him a kiss.
"Still don't know what you're talking about," she stated heading towards the kitchen. Severus shook his head and followed her wondering just how such a witch could ever have fallen in love with him.