Bid for Love

AN - I own nothing! I’m just borrowing from J.K.
Rowling!

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Epilogue

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Just like the year before,
the Great Hall was decorated with hearts, roses, chocolates, etc. However, this
time around, it wasn’t a bachelor auction, but a bachelorette one. Many young
wizard bidders sat with their paddles, impatiently waiting for the women to
come out and to see what they were wearing.

Severus sat in his chair,
with his arms crossed over his chest. Again, he didn’t like the event nor did
he like any other wizard bidding on his witch.
Over the past few weeks, he spread word around that he would hex anyone that
would, or even tried to bid for her. Hermione of course just laughed at him,
and told him it was for charity. Still, he was damned sure he was going to win
her. No one took his threats lightly.

“Hey Professor,” Harry
greeted Severus as he sat himself down on the chair.

“Potter,” Severus drawled,
keeping his eye on the door where he knew Hermione would come out.

“I think I should tell you
something,” Harry said. “Viktor Krum is coming.”

The Bulgarian was still
the best seeker and played for his country. He was the highest paid athlete in
professional quidditch history. He was world famous,
with many endorsements, and a career that many could only dream of. His life
seemed to have everything, except for the fact that he didn’t have a wife or a
girlfriend.

“Like I care,” Severus
replied.

“But I think you should. I
heard that he’s planning to bet on Hermione and win her.”

Severus head snapped
turning towards the younger wizard, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like the
sound of that at all.

“You remember he took her
to the Yule Ball in her fourth year?” Harry asked. Not waiting for an answer,
he continued. “Rumor is, he still has a crush on her, and maybe even loves her.
After tonight, he plans to court her, and possibly marry her. Once in a
magazine article, he said that Hermione was his ideal woman.”

“I don’t think so!”
Severus hissed. He had secret plans for proposing to Hermione tonight, and
nothing was going to get in his way.

“There he is,” Harry said
looking at Krum’s direction as the wizard walked in.

Severus eyes followed Krum
as he walked down the aisle, and seated himself down
on a vacant chair. His eyes narrowed at him dangerously when he received a
smirk from the athlete. Who the fuck did
he think he was? How dare he! Hermione was his and
his alone.

The war was on…

THE END

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AN(s) – And that’s where story will end my
wonderful readers. I hope that you have enjoyed and loved this
fic as much as I have, along with a few stomach
pains. LOL! Thanks to all of you who have read and taken the time to review and
even add it to your faves. Hopefully, I want to write
another humor fic soon. Never know what my muses will
suddenly come up with.

Special thanks to Amy, my beta. You never complain, no matter how
many times I rewrite a chapter. :)

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