A Marriage Made in Heaven...

A Marriage Made in Heaven…or Hell. Depending on Who You Ask 

Chapter 9

“Good morning,” Severus smiled as he watched Hermione stretch like a cat as she awoke.

“Good morning indeed,” Hermione said. 

Severus leaned down and kissed her gently. “I sent a note to Albus telling him we won’t be at breakfast. Thank goodness it’s Saturday, or we’d both be late for our classes,” he chuckled. 

The couple got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As they showered, they made love again. Neither seeming to get enough of the other. An hour later, they were dressed and eating breakfast in the study. “What are you plans for today?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.

“Well, I told Harry and Ginny I might meet them for lunch at the Three Broomsticks. Other than that, I had planned to do some reading,” she answered.

“What do you say, we go to London then meet with Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley for lunch,” he suggested.

“That sounds great. I could get them a wedding gift,” she smiled.

“I heard they were getting married tomorrow. Who will be there?” he questioned.

“Ginny’s family, even Charlie, the Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, Remus, and me,” she answered.

“And me. They were at our wedding, so it’s only fair I attend theirs,” he said.

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Hermione and Severus walked down the busy streets of Hogsmeade. The students gave them a wide berth and those who lived in the village nodded politely. They quickly made their way into the Three Broomsticks and spotted Harry and Ginny in a booth in the back.

“Hi Hermione, Professor Snape,” Harry greeted as the couple sat down. 

“Hey you two. You nervous about tomorrow?” Hermione asked.

“No. I was just lucky Harry even found my contract among the hundreds of others he received,” Ginny giggled.

“What kind of ceremony will you two be having?” Severus questioned.

“A hand fasting ceremony. It suits us,” Harry smiled as he kissed Ginny’s hand.

As the four ate and enjoyed each other’s company, Draco and Pansy sat at a nearby table watching the two couples in disgust.

“Look at them. Snape and Weasley, traitors to their class,” Pansy spit out.

“Don’t worry, soon things will change. It will begin with Snape and his wife,” Draco said with an evil grin.

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Later that evening, Severus sat at his desk reading a letter he had received while he and Hermione had been out. He let out a heavy sigh and took a drink of his Scotch. He sighed as he felt Hermione’s hands glide over his shoulders.

“Severus, what’s wrong?” Hermione questioned as she began massaging his shoulders, wearing a pastel blue satin nightgown.

“It seems Lucius has made his move. Father and I were expecting this,” Severus answered.

“What is that bastard planning,” she demanded as she continued massaging his shoulders. 

“He’s contesting our marriage. He’s taking us before the Wizengamot. He knows he could never beat me in a wizard’s duel, so he thinks he can do it in court,” he sighed as he felt the tension slowly melt away under his wife’s fingers. 

“Well, he’s going to lose. When is the court date?” she said.

“Monday,” he replied.

 “Then Monday, he will be out of our lives for good. Now, husband of mine, it’s time for bed,” she whispered as she nipped his ear.

Needing no further encouragement, he laid the letter on the desk, took her hand, and let her lead him into the bedroom.

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For the rest of the weekend, the Snapes enjoyed themselves alone, as well as at the hand fasting of Harry and Ginny. Hermione and Severus had given the newlyweds a beautiful warm throw blanket of earth tones, that was similar to the one Harry and Ginny had given them on their wedding day.

“Well Hermione, looks like you were right,” Poppy said on Sunday evening after dinner.

“I figured as much. Thanks Poppy. I’ll come by after we get back from London,” Hermione replied with a smile.

Poppy nodded as she watched the young woman leave the hospital wing. “May whatever gods are listening up there be on you and Severus’s side tomorrow,” Poppy whispered.

T.B.C