This is a Secret Santa gift for Liza. Happy Holidays!
Once upon a time there lived a wealthy young lady, in a village by the name of Hogsmeade, and she was the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Now, Hogsmeade was located just outside the great school, Hogwarts, and as she was both beautiful and brilliant her professors doted on her. Her mother was excessively fond of her; buying her anything she might wish. The girl had a little red riding hood and it suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood, though her true name was Hermione.
One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your professor is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."
Hermione set out immediately to go to her professor, who lived in the great castle that housed Hogwarts.
As she was traveling through the wood between the castle and the village, she met with a young man, who had a very great mind to take her away from her life in the small town, but he dared not, because of she was expected elsewhere, or so he presumed. He asked her where she was going. The girl who was frightened of the consequences f they were caught, but longed to stay and chat with her secret beau, said to him, "I am going to see my professor, to give her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."
"Does she live far off?" said the beau.
"Oh, most terribly far," answered Hermione; "it is beyond that gate you see there, at the top of the castle's farthest tower."
"Well," said the beau, "and I'll go and see her too, it isn't safe for a young lady such as yourself to wander these parts alone. I've got to go this way as well, so it makes sense for us to journey on together."
They took a roundabout way, stealing kisses, gathering nuts, chasing butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before their time together ended, and they arrived at the old professor's house. Hermione knocked at the door, as her beau waited in the library.
"Who's there?"
"Your student, Little Red Riding Hood," replied Hermione, "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother."
The good professor, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
She pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, She delivered her gift and bid her professor a hasty farewell.
The beau, seeing her come into the library, said to her, hiding them behind the shelves, "You are beautiful, dearest. Like the sun to the Earth, you bring life to me." Showering her with such praise and love, he asked her to wed him.
Little Red Riding Hood blinked at him in perplexed amazement. She was greatly amazed to learn that he wished to wed her, and said to her, "Of course, dear Remus, what a big heart you have!"
"All the better to love you with, my dear."
"Remus, what great intellect you have!"
"All the better to converse with, my love."
"Remus, what gentle hands you have!"
"All the better to touch with, my wife."
"Remus, what wonderful muscles you have!"
"All the better to care for you, my darling."
"Professor, what skills you have!"
"All the better to be with you."
And, saying these words, they fell into their marriage bed and were never to be parted again.