It was at that moment that Severus Snape realized that he did not want to get married.
And it was all going so swimmingly!
He'd finally done what he said he'd do all those years, dashing between Voldemort and Dumbledore's wicked games. He'd gone and resurrected his first love- Lily Evans.
He'd dug up her bones from the grave and devised an extra special ritual using blood and a boiling cauldron and a finger and all that Pettigrew-jazz.
And then, he'd gone ahead and made her fall in love with him again. It had taken him many years, veiled under the guise of friendship, a 'failing' liver and the dying wish of his mother to see him finally married. Lily Evans had a change of heart and decided to accept Severus' proposal.
They'd planned a small ceremony in Cokeworth, with a rose arch and whiskey bottles and a Thestral drawn carriage to see them out.
Lily bought a beautiful white suit and he bought a black set of robes.
It was to be a lovely affair filled with romance, the entire Order and sticking his middle finger straight into James Potter's rotting face.
Alas, the moment Severus smoothed his robes in the mirror, he realized he had made a damned bad mistake.
"Damn," he said aloud, hoping anyone would hear him and call off this farce of a ceremony. But no one heard him.
He stuck his head as inconspicuously as he could out of his bedroom door and saw Ginevra Weasley smoking in the bathroom through the open window.
"Ginevra," he hissed, beckoning her over.
She grinned, rubbed out her cigarette and waltzed over. "Let me guess," she drawled, "You're getting cold feet because getting back together with your ex isn't all it's done up to be?"
He grinned, "Potters always stick themselves where they aren't needed."
"I wish mine would."
"I need a favour. And I will pay handsomely."
Ginny's eyes sparkled. "Say no more." One second and her lips were planted firmly on Severus' lips as they tumbled on his bed.
-x-x-x-
"Scandal!" Mrs Weasley cried, tearing down the 'Just Married' sign off the refreshments table in the Burrow. "And to think, with our own daughter."
Mr Weasley picked at the chicken legs, sticking one into his mouth.
"ARTHUR WEASLEY! How could you eat at a time like this!" she cried, "Go and make yourself useful, and bring the Thestrals out back and call the stables."
Arthur choaked on a chicken bone. "The Thestrals?!"
-x-x-x-
"Cheers!" Ginny clinked her glass against Severus' giggling.
The Thestral carriage stopped at an inn far from the Burrow. It was nightfall now and they thought, why the hell not travel across Europe by horse? But first, rest.
"The Honeymoon suite? Congratulations!" the innkeeper said, handing them the keys.
As soon as they entered the room, Severus undressed and dove into the giant hot tub, sighing. "Congratulations indeed."
"You know what, I think I like being married to you." Ginny picked a chocolate out of the box on the bed, turning on the record player.
Severus nodded. "Damn," he said. He did like being married after all. Who knew?
A/N: Thanks for reading!
