Okay this is kinda half a chapter, I kinda have this idea to do a few random chapters from another point of view. Its not really much, a real new chapter will be up sometime next week, hopefully.

Disclaimer: This is a story using the characters and based on various situations owned by J.K.Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made off this, please don't sue all I own is my keys, gym membership card, and an slurpee I bought with the dollar I was suppose to buy my bagel with an Monday.

Serveus Snape held a teaching position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry though everyone was aware that he was after the Defense against the Dark Arts position which was rumored to be cursed. Instead of being given the position he was sure to excel in because of his Death Eater past, Dumbledore allowed him to teach Potions for the last 15 years. His unknown dark past caused him to turn to the dark side, giving him the permanent reminder of his past, the Dark Mark on his left forearm. Due to his position as a double spy for The Order and Voldemort he mastered Occlumens and Legilimens, always hiding his emotions . . . except for anger but we all know that.

Some of his students, as in everyone besides his favored Slytherins, find Professor Snape to be a harsh, uncaring person who is lacking a soul. As the perfect image of a sinister villain Snape has long, greasy black hair that just touches his shoulders, sallow skin that tends to be the yellowish color of butter, emotionless dark black eyes, a permanent scowl plastered on his face, and of course a long nose that seems to be hooked. Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs have spread the rumor around Hogwarts that he is truly a vampire as many of them describe him to swoop through the castle, appear randomly without noise all of a sudden, and his black cloak is always flowing around him.

On Halloween Eve Serveus Snape was enjoying his chicken while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain drops and the occasional shuddering on the windows when a particularly strong thunder occurred. Faintly, he could hear the excited conversations of his students who were planning the Halloween Ball, spreading disgusting rumors, and complaining about the extremely difficult research paper he had assigned to each year which caused his scowl to turn to a smirk for a very slight second. He was chewing a piece green beans when the large doors at the opposite end of the Great Hall creaked open.

In stumbled Hermione Jane Granger, his fiancé. As the daughter of two dentists her two abnormally sized teeth that made her look like a beaver were supposed to be fixed the muggle way but in her fourth year there was a fight right outside the potion master's classroom involving a Densaugeo spell causing her front teeth to grow extremely large so they had to be shrunken to a normal size by Madame Pomfrey. Untamable bushy brown hair reached down to her waist and seemed to be just a darker shade than her beautiful doe eyes.

Silence overtook the Great Hall. Hermione was soaking wet, dripping rain water all over the clean floor, Filch was not going to be happy. Confused, Serveus looked around, no one moved to help the poor girl who was obviously struggling with a trunk that had to at least be twice her weight. At the Gyffindor table her friends sat there in a stunned, confused way, Dumbledore was deep in thought, looking way past the girl, and McGonagall was trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Snape was about to get up an approach the girl who was visibly shivering quite violently when an dazzling, fulgent streak of lightening hit, followed by an enormous, booming thunder that sent everyone back to their right minds. Dumbledore rose and began to make his way to the girl with McGonagall tagging close behind. Potter and the youngest male Weasly jumped up, rushing to their friends aid, but something was still not right.

Leaning forward in his hair with great interest Serveus peered at his soon-to-be-wife. Her thick bushy hair seemed dull and dead, her pale once creamy skin had become nearly transparent, letting the Head of the Slytherin House see her main veins and several shallow bruises. Snape was sure that she once had a much fuller figure with more curves, not that he looks at his students but this was something that was just visibly noticeable to all, now she was only skin and bones. Bones poked out at every angle and her knees seemed to be shaking not only from the cold but from her own weight. Worst of all, her eyes which once danced a honey color with a laughter that taunted him through out his classes, as if saying 'I can do it too! Look I'm better than the rest and you know it very well!' had become so dark and cheerless they appeared to be black. Black shining orbs with no focus point, looking straight past her friends, the tables, himself, and the thick stone wall behind him.

Trying hard not to let his jaw drop at the sight of his obviously sickly student/fiancé he composed his self and watched as Minerva and Professor Dumbledore approached the trio. Unintentionally his eyebrows furrowed as Potter took Hermione's hand, trying to talk to her, something had gone horribly wrong here. To Serveus' suprise she smiled, but this was no ordinary smile, it was a wicked empty expression that tugged at the corners of her full dull lips.

"Miss Granger, we hadn't expected you so early." Seveus heard Dumbledore say from across the room,"I hope that next time you will send an owl ahead of time to aware us of your arrival so we will be prepared."

This made Snape feel a complete outrage bubbling up inside himself. Hermione looked deathly ill! She could barely hold herself up and had obviously gone through some trauma and all the Headmaster could say was to owl next time so they would be expecting her!

As Hermione nodded a polite yes Serveus wondered if that meant the young girl had walked all the way up to the castle, dragging that overstuffed trunk along with her. Did she use magic since she had been on Hogwarts' grounds? Stretching his neck out Severus' eyes searched for a wand poking from her pocket of gripped in her hand, but he found nothing.

Minerva conjured up two towels, the large fluffy ones you take to the beach or can be found in the Prefects' bathrooms. Even the Head of Gyffindor, who was always careful of what feeling she showed, was openly worried and scared for her student.

Charming Hermione's trunk to hover above their heads the Transfiguration teacher led the way to the Hospital Wing, calling out to Hermione, "Come child, lets get you out of those clothes before you catch something awful causing you to fall even farther behind."

Serveus snorted at Minerva's comment, there was no way the Gryffindor know-it-all could fall behind in her studies.

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore called after her, "please report to my office as soon as possible tomorrow morning, we need to discuss an issue of dire importance."

After the two Gryffindor women exited the Great Hall dinner generally returned to normal. Potter and the two Weasly's left early, to plan God knows what. The volume of the chattering students increased as they talked excitedly about what had just occurred giving Serveus a pounding headache.

When the Great Hall emptied out and the corridors became quiet as it was past curfew Serveus Snape slunk through the shadows like a wandering soul as he silently made his way to the Infirmary, lost in his own thoughts.

It was dark, only a few candles were burning. Looking into Madame Pomfrey's office he noticed that she had once again fallen asleep at her desk. Grabbing a candle holder with a burning candlestick he began his searched the dimly lighted for Hermione. The Hospital Wing was generally empty so she was easily found since the boy who had fallen off his broomstick and cracked his skull open, having to shave his hair off and the girl who had accidently turned herself into a canary certainty weren't Hermione.

By the windows, in a bed separated from the rest, Hermione laid fast asleep. From a distance she seemed peacefully sleeping but as Serveus got closer he noticed that she was shivering unnaturally. Gently he covered her sleeping form in a warm, fuzzy green blanket that he found at the foot of her bed. Now as Serveus sat besides his fiancé he noticed how empty her area of the room was, around the rest of the beds were paintings, flowers, and other ornaments but besides the windows Hermione's space seemed to be an endless span of blank oak and white. Thoughtfully, he snapped his fingers and a House Elf appeared.

"Yes sir? How can-" a small House Elf began in a loud squeaky voice before Serveus shushed to her, gesturing to the sleeping girl besides him.

"Bring me a vase full of flowers for Miss Granger, please." Snape whispered in a tone suggesting that he did not want to be questioned.

The House Elf nodded, and with a crack she disappeared.

Hermione began to cough violently, Serveus began to panic, what would happen if she woke? What would be said if he was found next to her bed? Quickly he opened a window to clear his throbbing head as well as an excuse if she were to wake up, 'Just letting some fresh air in, I noticed it was getting quite stuffy when I was checking Poppy's potion stock.', not thinking of why he would be checking Poppy's stock well past mid-night. As the fresh, cool night air entered the coughing abruptly stopped shocking Serveus. He looked down, expecting to see her wide brown eyes staring back at him, she was still asleep but had moved slightly so her bushy hair was covering part of her face.

Sitting down in the wooden chair besides her he brushed away her hair, tucking it behind her ear and taking her small freezing hand in his large cool one. It was there that he fell asleep, not to be woken until several hours later when the first birds began to sing and the first rays of the sun began to peak out on the horizon.

"Two batches of the blood-replenishing potion, fifteen batches of the dreamless sleep potion, and some burn healing paste, will that be all Madame Pomfrey?" The potion master asked as he used the excuse of checking Madame Promfey's potion stock to check up on his know-it-all student, it did however seem like she was running extremely low on the dreamless sleep potion.

"Yes that will be all for now Serveus, thank you." she replied bustling around as she tended to things.

"If I may ask, why are you in such need of dreamless sleep potions?" Serveus questioned knowing the answer.

Poppy Pomfrey frowned and looked him straight in the eye, "I'm afraid that the students have been asking for it as if it was candy ever since the war broke out. Horrible nightmares, they complain of. We can't have a plague of night terrors getting in the way of their school work can we?"

"No, we certainly can not."

Just as Serveus was about to leave an ear splitting scream disturbed the awkward silence. Immediately, Poppy rushed over to Hermione who was sitting up in her bed panting as if she had ran a mile with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Pouring the girl a glass of water from the table besides the bed Madame Promfrey questioned Hermione as she checked her vitals, "Is there something wrong? Are you in any pain? Do you have the chills? Feeling faint? Is there a fever coming on? Are you going to be ill?"

Hermione's empty eyes searched the room and shuddered. When she took a look at the daisies Serveus had requested for her the previous night she took a deep calming breath and turned to the nurse somewhat more relaxed.

"No," Hermione told her in a small voice, "I just had a dream that's all, just a nightmare."

"Would you like me to get a Dreamless Sleep potion? You look so pale, and the circles under you ey-" Poppy said with a frown before being cut off by Hermione.

"Thank you but that won't be necessary. I'm fine, it was just a dream." she reassured the worried nurse, "I understand that Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with me. Do you know if he's in his office at the moment?"

"Why yes he is, he has been expecting you." Pomfrey told Hermione with a deep frown set on her face as the uneasy girl stood and began searching for something,"But why don't you stay for a bit? Surely whatever he has to say can wait a few hours more. You look awfully weary. I take it that you not taking your mothe- "

"Where are my clothes!" asked Hermione in a loud tone as her voice cracked, "Professor Dumbledore said that what he must speak to me about is of dire importance!"

Madame Pomfrey seemed a bit startled by the star student's outburst. She picked up the uniform that Serveus was sure would be too large for Hermione and gave it over to the shaking girl. With a sigh the frustrated and concerned nurse closed the curtain around Hermione's bed knowing that there was no way of talking any common sense into Hermione Granger.

The potions master was not having a good day, then again when was any day particularly good for Serveus Snape? He had begun a nasty stack of first years essays on the boil-cure potion they would be beginning later on that week after a restless night without much sleep when he decided to check on his fiancé. Madame Pomfrey had given hm a rather large order of potions that she was running out of and he left just in time to catch a brawl between some third year Slytherins and Gryffindors, the Gryffindor brats got 5 points off each while the Slytherins would be needed to be lectured later on that evening before the Halloween Ball. Serveus had completely forgotten that it was Halloween until he was attacked by a flock of bats a few fifth year Ravenclaws were controlling, who all received 15 points off each and a detention with him on the next scheduled Hogsmeade day. As he made his way to Dumbledore's office he was pressured into helping a couple second year Hufflepuffs enchant the pumkins to float through the halls with ever-burning candles insides them by a very busy Professor Flitwick.

"Fluffernutter,"he drawled at the guardian of the Headmasters office.

He wondered what the Headmaster had wanted to talk about to him as he walked up the stairs and slowly pushed the door to Dumbledore's office open.

"Serveus, I see that you have finally decided to show up, would you join Miss Granger and myself in a cup of tea?"

Serveus sighed. He was a very busy man and had no time for idle chit-chat, "I am afraid I do not have time for your little tea parties Headmaster, I have essays to grade and now I must make some potions for Madame Pomfery, it seems her stock is running rather low."

Then he noticed Hermione and wondered why she was there as well. Their eyes meet and he involuntarily shuddered as he looked into her deep endless darkness.

Dumbledore then told Serveus to take a seat and an expression of realization appeared on the greasy haired man's face. He glared at his employer who just stared sternly back at him.

Serveus jumped as a House Elf appeared in front of him,"Blinky has brought you tea sirs and miss. Would sirs are miss be needing anythings else? Blinky is sure she has seen some cake in the kitchens, she could bring miss some if it makes her happy."

Seveus declined her offer politely and Hermione just shook her head, deep in thought.

"That will bee all Blinky" Dumbledore said to the odd, tiny creature, "though if you could find Minerva and tell her to please hurry along."

"Of course sir!" Blinky squealed and disappeared with a loud

For a bit more the Serveus continued glaring at Professor Dumbledore before figuring out that two grown mean having a staring contest was ridiculous and turned to pour his tea.

Hermione was also making herself a cup. Snape watched, interested in how his future wife took her tea. Raising his eyebrows in suprise he found out that Hermione took her tea with two spoonfuls of sugar, lots of honey, a leaf of basil, a lemon slice, and an orange slice hanging off the side of the teacup.

"That's a very interesting combination Miss Granger." Snape said voicing his opinion as he obviously broke her train of thought.

"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned him, visibly confused about what he had said.

"Your tea," the hooked nose man explained to her, motioning with his own cup, "you have a very interesting combination. I have never seen anyone drink tea with sugar, honey, basil, an orange slice, and a slice of lemon."

She looked down to her cup. Serveus gave up trying to make conversation as she was obviously caught up in her own world.

Sipping his tea Serveus let his mind wander to what life with Hermione would be like. Did she wake early or prefer to sleep in? Was she the type of woman to hog up the bathroom while getting ready in the morning? Could she cook for him, if so what would she cook, and how would it taste? Would she wait up for him to go to bed? What would she decide to do with the children they would be forced to produced?

Suddenly, the loud noise of the noise slamming shut jolted him from his thoughts. It was Minerva McGonagall.

"I'm sorry for my tardiness Professor," Minerva explained herself with a chuckle as she sat down and poured herself a cup of tea like Dumbledore told her to, "I'm afraid I got coned into helping Flitwick with the Halloween decorations."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. Serveus scowl deepened, he didn't find it fair that McGonagall's lateness was excused where his wasn't when they had the same excuse. Once she was settled in the elderly, wise wizard began to speak.

"Now that we are all here and settled I'd like to discuss the issue of the teacher/student relationship that is taking place. I have arranged for the wedding to be held tomorrow during the Halloween Ball, all who attended the ceremony -"

Disturbed with a slight delay Hermione cried out, "What!"

"When you marry Snape my dear, it will be during the Halloween Ball so there could be some privacy. You may invite whoever you please as long as they behave. I shall be the one to marry you of course. Now afterwards you have the choice of-"

Hermione spilt her tea as she cut off the Headmaster, "I don't understand."

"It's perfectly legal my dear, I was qualified to bond witches and wizards together in matrimony many years ago."

"Let me get this straight." Hermione surprised everyone by jumping up, " I come home after spending an extended summer trying to keep my family together and return to find that I'm being forced to marry my Potions Professor with no notice?"

Serveus was getting frustrated, how could this girl still be upset over this if she knew what her other choices were? Wasn't she grateful? He expected her to at least be cooperative.

"You have choices Miss Granger, let me remind you that Draco Malfoy and that obese one that always follows after him petitioned for your hand in marriage as well, what was name? It sounded like some sort of sea creature, . . . lobbe, no . . . crab. . . yes that's it, Crabbe."

"Petitioned?" She asked, the confusion as clear in her voice as it was on her furrowed brow.

"My dear didn't you receive our owls?" Minerva questioned her precious, straight A student in a calm tone.

Hermione once again shook her head.

Dumbledore sighed.

Minerva tilted her head to the side thoughtfully.

Serveus pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We're getting married." he told her, annoyed by the silence "Let her do the decision making and send an owl to my office with the details, I have papers to grade."

He left quickly, not giving Dumbledore a chance to stop him. No matter how hard he tried he could see this situation having a 'happy ending'. This night was surely the end of life as he knew it. Dreading the frustrating night to come he retreated to his dungeons where the cool air calmed his nerves, but not as much as the glass of brandy he sipped as he sat on his black leather couch as he watched his rooms magically clean themselves for the arrival of his new wife.

Okay guys that's it for now. I'm still desperately looking for a beta for this fic, I'm open to anyone's offer.

As always reviews of praise and criticism are greatly urged of you readers, keep in mind that the more reviews I get the happier I get about my writing, the happier I get about my writing the more I write, the more I write the faster the next chapter gets done.

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-Jacci