-=If I wanted Snape to bring me Harry's head on a silver platter, he'd be obliged but not in cannon.=-
Cheap Thrills
Volatile Valentine's Part 2
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"What's up Ron?" Ron thrust a letter onto the table.
"Know who sent this to me?"
Hermione read. "Your hair is the flaming sunrise over the Taj Mahal. Maybe the Patil sisters, they'd probably think it's romantic. Shah Jahan had it built to honour his favourite wife."
With a touch of accusation. "So it wasn't you?"
"Sorry Ron, I got one, too." Pulled it out.
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You, gold lioness
Sun reflects off your huge mane
Untamed huntress, come
I, snake entwine you
Insinuate around you
Hiss, and lick and bite
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"That sounds like a Slytherin. Poetry though, seems a little girly if you ask me."
"Thanks Ron." Her anger bubbled.
Nervously, "Mione, it could be a prank."
Ron's words stung. "Yes, cause I'm a 'nagging frowzy headed, know-it-all.' What was I thinking?" Storming from the kitchens.
"Excuse me, Sir." Hermione hurried, more dignified past Snape. Entering an alcove off the Hall she cast Muffliato, and wept unrestrainedly. "I can dream, can't I."
Finding her, Snape removed the charm and listened intently.
Speaking to herself. "Granger, you're too smart. You got three choices; find a pompous ass like Percy, a caveman like McLaggen, or die a virgin spinster."
Snape was sympathetic, she was very likely right. For a man half as intelligent as Hermione, the experience would be emasculating, and not pleasant for her.