100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Jealousy in Form Of A Ring
Bollocks. She was so bloody beautiful. The way her face flushed when she got angry. How she bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. The way one strand of hair would escape from behind her ears or, in rare times, when her hair was pin up in the messy bun. Merlin, how she could ramble on and on but nothing that would interest him. But to watch her lips move and wonder, just wonder as laid on his bed at night, what else those lips could do.
She would become the perfect wife. His perfect wife. He could imagine her fixing up a feast of all his favorite foods. Children with his red hair and her curly hair with a mixture of brown and blue eyed. Five or probably six children would surface for him. He could see himself coming back home, covered in dirt as his trust broom over his shoulders. She would rush forward as soon as he came in and give him a smooch and massage his feet as he sat his comfy chair.
Hermione. Hermione Weasley. That fell off his tongue so easily. HW. She would be thrilled at her new initials. HW did stand for homework, right? She loved homework right and to have her own name stand for it should enough to satisfy her for years to come.
He smiled to himself as he twist and turn the velvet box in his hand. It was a simple ring. Gold band with a small red ruby in the middle. He hadn’t fully paid it off already; he still needed a few more payments. But what she didn’t know won’t hurt her.
Tonight he was going to make her his wife, at least get halfway to it. He had a speech already written down on paper. Okay, maybe Harry helped him write half of it…Oh, fine all of it. But he needed help on how he could put his feelings for her on paper.
She wanted to meet him tonight so this would be a perfect opportunity to ask her. Though he was confused on why she picked there of all places. The Whomping Willow of all places. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers.
He smiled toothily as he saw her up ahead, the light of the moon giving out her outline. He stuffed the velvet box that held both of their futures into his pocket and jogged forward. He couldn’t wait another minute. But as closer he got, he notice she was slowly becoming taller. He hadn’t seen her in months but even then she couldn’t have grown that tall!
He skidded to a halt as he looked into the pale face that haunted his dreams the first few years he had met him. They were both standing right under the Whomping Willow, which was deactivate at the present time.
“S-Snape?” he wheezed as he tried to catch his breath, “Where is Hermione?”
He never liked that big and greasy bat of the dungeons. In fact he hated that fact like his own precious Hermione saved his life during the final battle. The giant snake should’ve done him a favor and killed Snape for good. With the wizard out of the picture, he could see his Hermione more and more. He was the reason he hadn’t seen her in months.
His bushy haired girl was taken up as an apprentice for him of all people. Why she was so interested in potions, he never knew. She probably tried to explain it to him before he usually drowns her out when she talked about Snape. But with this apprenticeship made Hermione and the giant bat travel all over the world looking for potion ingredients and when she was home, she would spend hours with him making potions. How could be happy when she was stuck with Snape for hours?
His question was met with his famous scowl that still made shivers go up and down his spine. Snape crossed his arms across his chest. “It is still Professor Snape, Mister Weasley. Miss Granger is still in Peru, sleeping soundly in her bed, where she should be. She won’t bear to see what I am about to do.”
He found his breath and stood up straight, wondering what Snape was on about. “What? I got a letter from her to meet me here! It’s not like her to stand me up.” He cried in dissatisfaction
Snape let out a chuckle, apparently amused at his distress. “Oh, Mister Weasley. I’m not going to lie to you and say I will miss you. But what has be done has to be done,” he spoke in riddles as he took steps backwards, “You don’t deserve her as you think you do. She has much greatest in her that you have no idea how to cope with. She will not be tied down and popping out your children instead of having a full and well paying career.”
He raised his brow, confused on what the man that had a permanent black and dark demeanor on. Snape was now as far as he could be without blending into the darkness.
“What are you-?”
He never got a chance to finish his question as Snape, the bane of his very existence, pulled out his wand and pointed at the tree behind him. He heard a spell and before he could react….WHAMP!
Darkness.
--
Merlin, she was enchanting. The way she spoke out her theories, her high a little faster then normal as each word and idea brought on excitement for her. The way she would chew on her bottom lip as her beautiful, no matter what she said otherwise, chocolate lock fall over her shoulders and framing her face when she was hunch over a book that caught her attention. He could never pull her away unless he wanted a face full of hexes. Merlin, she was quick with a wand.
How her eyes would glass over as she concentrated on the cauldron in front of her. She was so mature for her age. She was brilliant beyond her years and maybe she was smarted then him. But he would say that, he didn’t want her hanging that over his head.
Oh, yes, the favorite thing about her. He loved how flushed her face was each time he took her on the bed they shared for years. Her voice getting high each time he proclaimed his love for her in the physical way. How her hair would fall over his pillow and her brown and wide eyes was full of so much love. Love for him. For him.
He would massage her shoulders when she was in pain from being hunch over a cauldron or a tome all day. Of course she did that for him but hearing her mews of pleasure under his own hands was payment enough for him.
Five years they had been together. Five wonderful years. The first year was hard at first for her. She was still mourning over that fact that idiot was killed by the Whomping Willow. But he was still there for her, comforting and giving her a shoulder to weep on. Oh, what a man could do for the woman he loves.
He sat on their bed, staring at the tiny velvet box in his hand. He could hear her in the shower, her lovely voice carrying over as she sang a song. He wished he could join her but first…
“Severus?” a gentle and very beautiful song flew into his ears, waking from his thoughts.
He looked up at her, a tiny small on face. Only she had seen him smile before. Others had seen what could resemble one but with her, his darling Hermione, saw a true smile from him. Why don’t though? She was the one who brought this happiness to him.
She wore only a white towel, wrapped around her, as she stood in the threshold of sat between the bathroom and bedroom. Her skin was still wet and he was jealous of those droplets that ran that luscious skin.
“Witch,” he stood up from the bed and walked toward her, “Hermione,” he breathed as he stood in front of her.
He wasn’t scared of most things but this…this was different. He cleared his throat, lifting the box he been waiting forever to open in his hand so she could see it. His palms were sweaty, he was nervous. He stared down those doe brown eyes he loved waking up to see.
“Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked, his voice cracking.
He lifted up the lid of the box, showing off it’s contents after so many years he had kept it. Seven years. Seven years he had been waiting to open it. Ever since she saved his life that night.
She gasped as she looked at the beautiful ring surrounding by plush velvet. It was a silver and bright band with a large emerald on top with several diamonds surrounding them. There was no way he would let a cheap ring that Weasley was going to give her (he couldn’t help but peek). She was his goddess, his witch, his very being and nothing that cheap would rest on her finger.
Finally, he heard those words he was dieing to hear. “Yes, I will marry you Severus Snape.”
As soon as the ring was placed on her finger, he made it so they could celebrate this wonderful engagement. With a drop of her towel, they join together. They were going to practice for their honeymoon.
He never knew, he still doesn’t, what she saw in him that made her return his feelings fro her. She loved him, as much as he loved her, and spoke of it every time they were like this. In bed. And sometimes in the shower, his desk, an empty classroom, and…well you get the point. He spent so much in darkness, wishing for death. But she brought him something he had been dreaming of for ages.
Light.
--
Author\'s Note: I couldn\'t resit not to be part of something that Ms_Figg started. Plus, I always wanted Ron killed and let Severus get Hermione. Be gentle to me in the reviews, this is my first time.
She would become the perfect wife. His perfect wife. He could imagine her fixing up a feast of all his favorite foods. Children with his red hair and her curly hair with a mixture of brown and blue eyed. Five or probably six children would surface for him. He could see himself coming back home, covered in dirt as his trust broom over his shoulders. She would rush forward as soon as he came in and give him a smooch and massage his feet as he sat his comfy chair.
Hermione. Hermione Weasley. That fell off his tongue so easily. HW. She would be thrilled at her new initials. HW did stand for homework, right? She loved homework right and to have her own name stand for it should enough to satisfy her for years to come.
He smiled to himself as he twist and turn the velvet box in his hand. It was a simple ring. Gold band with a small red ruby in the middle. He hadn’t fully paid it off already; he still needed a few more payments. But what she didn’t know won’t hurt her.
Tonight he was going to make her his wife, at least get halfway to it. He had a speech already written down on paper. Okay, maybe Harry helped him write half of it…Oh, fine all of it. But he needed help on how he could put his feelings for her on paper.
She wanted to meet him tonight so this would be a perfect opportunity to ask her. Though he was confused on why she picked there of all places. The Whomping Willow of all places. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers.
He smiled toothily as he saw her up ahead, the light of the moon giving out her outline. He stuffed the velvet box that held both of their futures into his pocket and jogged forward. He couldn’t wait another minute. But as closer he got, he notice she was slowly becoming taller. He hadn’t seen her in months but even then she couldn’t have grown that tall!
He skidded to a halt as he looked into the pale face that haunted his dreams the first few years he had met him. They were both standing right under the Whomping Willow, which was deactivate at the present time.
“S-Snape?” he wheezed as he tried to catch his breath, “Where is Hermione?”
He never liked that big and greasy bat of the dungeons. In fact he hated that fact like his own precious Hermione saved his life during the final battle. The giant snake should’ve done him a favor and killed Snape for good. With the wizard out of the picture, he could see his Hermione more and more. He was the reason he hadn’t seen her in months.
His bushy haired girl was taken up as an apprentice for him of all people. Why she was so interested in potions, he never knew. She probably tried to explain it to him before he usually drowns her out when she talked about Snape. But with this apprenticeship made Hermione and the giant bat travel all over the world looking for potion ingredients and when she was home, she would spend hours with him making potions. How could be happy when she was stuck with Snape for hours?
His question was met with his famous scowl that still made shivers go up and down his spine. Snape crossed his arms across his chest. “It is still Professor Snape, Mister Weasley. Miss Granger is still in Peru, sleeping soundly in her bed, where she should be. She won’t bear to see what I am about to do.”
He found his breath and stood up straight, wondering what Snape was on about. “What? I got a letter from her to meet me here! It’s not like her to stand me up.” He cried in dissatisfaction
Snape let out a chuckle, apparently amused at his distress. “Oh, Mister Weasley. I’m not going to lie to you and say I will miss you. But what has be done has to be done,” he spoke in riddles as he took steps backwards, “You don’t deserve her as you think you do. She has much greatest in her that you have no idea how to cope with. She will not be tied down and popping out your children instead of having a full and well paying career.”
He raised his brow, confused on what the man that had a permanent black and dark demeanor on. Snape was now as far as he could be without blending into the darkness.
“What are you-?”
He never got a chance to finish his question as Snape, the bane of his very existence, pulled out his wand and pointed at the tree behind him. He heard a spell and before he could react….WHAMP!
Darkness.
--
Merlin, she was enchanting. The way she spoke out her theories, her high a little faster then normal as each word and idea brought on excitement for her. The way she would chew on her bottom lip as her beautiful, no matter what she said otherwise, chocolate lock fall over her shoulders and framing her face when she was hunch over a book that caught her attention. He could never pull her away unless he wanted a face full of hexes. Merlin, she was quick with a wand.
How her eyes would glass over as she concentrated on the cauldron in front of her. She was so mature for her age. She was brilliant beyond her years and maybe she was smarted then him. But he would say that, he didn’t want her hanging that over his head.
Oh, yes, the favorite thing about her. He loved how flushed her face was each time he took her on the bed they shared for years. Her voice getting high each time he proclaimed his love for her in the physical way. How her hair would fall over his pillow and her brown and wide eyes was full of so much love. Love for him. For him.
He would massage her shoulders when she was in pain from being hunch over a cauldron or a tome all day. Of course she did that for him but hearing her mews of pleasure under his own hands was payment enough for him.
Five years they had been together. Five wonderful years. The first year was hard at first for her. She was still mourning over that fact that idiot was killed by the Whomping Willow. But he was still there for her, comforting and giving her a shoulder to weep on. Oh, what a man could do for the woman he loves.
He sat on their bed, staring at the tiny velvet box in his hand. He could hear her in the shower, her lovely voice carrying over as she sang a song. He wished he could join her but first…
“Severus?” a gentle and very beautiful song flew into his ears, waking from his thoughts.
He looked up at her, a tiny small on face. Only she had seen him smile before. Others had seen what could resemble one but with her, his darling Hermione, saw a true smile from him. Why don’t though? She was the one who brought this happiness to him.
She wore only a white towel, wrapped around her, as she stood in the threshold of sat between the bathroom and bedroom. Her skin was still wet and he was jealous of those droplets that ran that luscious skin.
“Witch,” he stood up from the bed and walked toward her, “Hermione,” he breathed as he stood in front of her.
He wasn’t scared of most things but this…this was different. He cleared his throat, lifting the box he been waiting forever to open in his hand so she could see it. His palms were sweaty, he was nervous. He stared down those doe brown eyes he loved waking up to see.
“Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked, his voice cracking.
He lifted up the lid of the box, showing off it’s contents after so many years he had kept it. Seven years. Seven years he had been waiting to open it. Ever since she saved his life that night.
She gasped as she looked at the beautiful ring surrounding by plush velvet. It was a silver and bright band with a large emerald on top with several diamonds surrounding them. There was no way he would let a cheap ring that Weasley was going to give her (he couldn’t help but peek). She was his goddess, his witch, his very being and nothing that cheap would rest on her finger.
Finally, he heard those words he was dieing to hear. “Yes, I will marry you Severus Snape.”
As soon as the ring was placed on her finger, he made it so they could celebrate this wonderful engagement. With a drop of her towel, they join together. They were going to practice for their honeymoon.
He never knew, he still doesn’t, what she saw in him that made her return his feelings fro her. She loved him, as much as he loved her, and spoke of it every time they were like this. In bed. And sometimes in the shower, his desk, an empty classroom, and…well you get the point. He spent so much in darkness, wishing for death. But she brought him something he had been dreaming of for ages.
Light.
--
Author\'s Note: I couldn\'t resit not to be part of something that Ms_Figg started. Plus, I always wanted Ron killed and let Severus get Hermione. Be gentle to me in the reviews, this is my first time.