A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge: 35: Word Gobsmacked

Writing Club August

Trope of the Month: Relationship: Soulmates

Press Play: Game Grumps: (trait) long, curly hair

Angel's Archives: Au – Marriage Law

Word Count: 533

"And when am I allowed to touch you sir?" she snapped turning on him the moment the classroom door slammed shut. The pair had barely even touched hands. Most of the time, it seemed Severus was avoiding any physical contact. They hadn't even kissed, not properly, not even when they were declared husband and wife.

"In private, in my chambers only, Miss Granger." She rolled her eyes. He was never in his chambers anymore, at least not when she was there.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No," he stated shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk.

"Seems that way to me. The whole school knows we were matched in this mockery of a law! It can't even act like I don't hate you?"

"You should hate me, Miss Granger. I'm old enough to be your father. I am a horrible man and you deserve better."

"What I deserve is a chance to make my own damn choices, Severus. The ministry took that out of my hands the minute the passed this stupid law. Who's to say I wouldn't have chosen you be begin with."

"Weasley... you are in love with Weasley."

"The hell I fucking am you bloody idiot! He's in love with me. I don't feel the same way, which you'd know if you'd payed an iota of attention to me once in a while." He looked up from his desk and at his unfortunate bride. Her eyes were glowing with rage, her long curly hair crackling with magic. He tried to remember the last time he'd seen her this mad. It was probably the day they'd announced the law, announced she had to marry him. He blinked suddenly. No, she hadn't been mad that day... not about the match. The law, yes, but he remembered as he watched her read his name. He remembered the curious look she'd given him.

"You care about me?"

"I do, I don't know if it's love, but yes, I do care about you at least and I'd like the chance to show that. I'd like the chance to show that maybe you're not nearly as horrible as you think you are." She'd crossed the room and was standing in front of him, so close. Slowly she raised herself on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He blinked in shock as a wave of magic seemed to envelop them. She pulled back after a moment.

"What was that?" she whispered. He stared at her in disbelief. No, it couldn't be, it shouldn't be possible.

"Soul magic," he whispered. Her eyes widened. She'd read about such things, about soulmates. She'd never believed in them, never believed it was even possible.

"We're..."

"It certainly seems so, Miss Granger..."

"Hermione. For the hundredth time, my name is Hermione."

"Hermione."

"Yes!" He bent down and kissed her, letting the magic flow through them. She smiled giving into the kiss. Yes, there was no denying it now. They were soulmates. Maybe... maybe just once, the ministry had known what it was doing, she wondered as they slowly made their way back to Severus' chamber suddenly gobsmacked by the sheer amount of magic and chemistry between them.