A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter. I do own a Severus Snape Funko Pop...
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt challenge
130: Plot Point – Believing someone dead
Assignment #11
Psychology: Psychology of Memory
Task #3:Write about something highly emotional.
Word count: 333
She pushed past Ron, his lips missing hers.
"What gives? I thought you and me..." She ignored him, running from the hall. It had started storming. A loud crack of thunder echoed her footsteps. The wind howled around her. Her face only showed determination. She barely noticed the rain soaking through her jumper. She hoped she wasn't too late, a flash of lightning lit her face, worry filling her eyes.
She reached the shack, the door was missing. She blinked staring at the blood covering a large portion of the floor. The rain hadn't washed it away yet, it was making a valiant effort though. Where was his body? She fell to her knees, who could have taken him from her. Surely he couldn't be alive, not with all the blood. Slowly she realized someone was watching her. Her wand slid into her hand.
"You don't need that, Miss Granger." She stood, spinning slowly to face the man she'd just thought dead.
"You're alive."
"Yes. The blood is not all mine." She stepped over to him, slapped him across the pale face, and then kissed him hard enough to knock the pair off balance.
"Don't you ever do anything that stupid again! I can't say yes to marrying you if you're dead," she screamed raising her hand again. He caught her wrist easy and pulled her into another kiss.
"That's a yes then, Miss Granger?" She glared at him for a second before nodding, relief flooding her face. He was alive, he was whole, he was hers.
"Yes, Severus, that's a yes...and you'd better start getting used to calling me 'Hermione'. I won't be Granger much longer, now will I?" she asked tilting her head and gracing him with a brilliant smile. He kissed her again.
"I guess not," he murmured wrapping his arms around her and holding her close while trying to ignore the fact they would soon be walking back to the castle and the war that had just ended there.