Marriage Law
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
37
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13,053
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118
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Currently Reading:
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Marriage Law Chapter 2
Marriage Law Chapter 2
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Hermione stood in front of a full length mirror dressed in
light cream colored robes. Lavender Brown stood behind her rubbing her arms as
if chilled. The room was quite warm.
“I don’t know, Hermione,” said Lavender. “It’s creepy if you
ask me.”
“He has just as much right as anyone to choose a bride,”
said Hermione as she swabbed eye shadow over her lids.
“You know precisely what she means,” said Pavarti Patil
sharply. “I don’t approve of this law and neither does she.”
“Nevertheless, the law exists,” said Hermione rustling
through a makeup bag and pulling out her mascara. “I don’t intend to be a
fugitive. Or have my memory modified to make me more compliant.”
Pavarti shook her head, unable to come up with another
answer. A soft knock came from the door.
“Come in,” Hermione called out. Professor McGonagall came
through the door, followed by Ginny Weasley.
“Professor!” Hermione exclaimed. “This must be a first, I
don’t recall you ever visiting us before,” she smiled.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling well,” McGonagall said
nervously, as if expecting Hermione to burst into hysterical sobbing at any
second.
“I’m feeling fine,” Hermione said. “A little nervous, but
altogether I feel fine.”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. She was dressed in pale blue robes
and was holding a small cluster of wildflowers.
“I’m glad you’re going to be in the ceremony, Ginny,” said
Hermione. “I know it was short notice.”
What she was really concerned with was whether Ginny wanted
to be her friend anymore.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ginny said with a wave of flowers.
“What you should worry about is your dad.”
“My dad?” Hermione said questioningly. “My parents are here?”
“Of course,” McGonagall said. “The Ministry owled them about
the betrothal as well notifying them when the ceremony would be.”
“He’s been yelling at Snape for about a half an hour now,”
said Ginny giggling. “Snapes been trying to convince your dad he really was the
best choice, but your dad isn’t going for it.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “He let him get on a roll,” she
sighed. “If you let him start he never lets up. You need to cut him off early
before he gets into it.”
“For some reason he thinks Snapes been perving after you for
the last 7 years and is furious,” Ginny said, eyebrows raised.
“I’ve got to stop this,” Hermione started out of the room.
“Nonsense,” McGonagall said steering her back to the mirror.
“Dumbledore will break it up when he thinks it’s gone on too long.”
Hermione turned back to her makeup bag, although hesitantly.
She pulled out tweezers and began shaping her eyebrows.
“Your things will be moved before the end of the ceremony,”
McGonagall said quickly.
“Moved?” Hermione said quizzically. “To where?”
“Your new husbands quarters,” said McGonagall. “You are
married, of course.” She pulled her robes around herself tighter.
“Of course,” Hermione said hollowly. She didn’t know why the
details had failed to elude her before. True, he was keeping her away from the
Death Eaters, and apparently Mr. Ollivander, who she would never look at in the
same way ever again, but he didn’t have to make this pleasant for her.
“It’s almost tior tor the ceremony, Hermione,” said Ginny
quickly. “We should get going.”
Pavarti lifted a lace veil out of a bag and pinned it to Hermiones
soft curls.
“You’ll be fine,” Pavarti said. “Don’t look so terrified.
I’m sure he has some redeemable qualities.”
“Like what?” snapped Lavender.
“She can now bottle fame, brew glory-“ Ginny began. The
Gryffindor girls giggled.
“Don’t tell me he’s still giving that inane speech,”
McGonagall said rolling her eyes at the ceiling.
“He gets better at flapping for emphasis every year,” said
Hermione. “Hmmm…maybe I can put a stop to that.”
“Good point,” said Lavender handing her a bouquet of white roses.
“But you can stop it later; first you have to get the deed done.”
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at herself in the
mirror. Her robes were tasteful. Pleated to make the back look fuller and cut a
little long so she had a train. The veil was white and woven with gold threads
to make it shimmer warmly. Her makeup made her face look blemish free and her
cheeks were flushed with nervousness.
“I’m ready,” Hermione said, letting her breath out.
Ginny opened the door and the group of women walked down the
staircase, descending to the Great Hall where Hermione’s betrothed waited for
her.
Marriage Law Chapter 2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione stood in front of a full length mirror dressed in
light cream colored robes. Lavender Brown stood behind her rubbing her arms as
if chilled. The room was quite warm.
“I don’t know, Hermione,” said Lavender. “It’s creepy if you
ask me.”
“He has just as much right as anyone to choose a bride,”
said Hermione as she swabbed eye shadow over her lids.
“You know precisely what she means,” said Pavarti Patil
sharply. “I don’t approve of this law and neither does she.”
“Nevertheless, the law exists,” said Hermione rustling
through a makeup bag and pulling out her mascara. “I don’t intend to be a
fugitive. Or have my memory modified to make me more compliant.”
Pavarti shook her head, unable to come up with another
answer. A soft knock came from the door.
“Come in,” Hermione called out. Professor McGonagall came
through the door, followed by Ginny Weasley.
“Professor!” Hermione exclaimed. “This must be a first, I
don’t recall you ever visiting us before,” she smiled.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling well,” McGonagall said
nervously, as if expecting Hermione to burst into hysterical sobbing at any
second.
“I’m feeling fine,” Hermione said. “A little nervous, but
altogether I feel fine.”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. She was dressed in pale blue robes
and was holding a small cluster of wildflowers.
“I’m glad you’re going to be in the ceremony, Ginny,” said
Hermione. “I know it was short notice.”
What she was really concerned with was whether Ginny wanted
to be her friend anymore.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ginny said with a wave of flowers.
“What you should worry about is your dad.”
“My dad?” Hermione said questioningly. “My parents are here?”
“Of course,” McGonagall said. “The Ministry owled them about
the betrothal as well notifying them when the ceremony would be.”
“He’s been yelling at Snape for about a half an hour now,”
said Ginny giggling. “Snapes been trying to convince your dad he really was the
best choice, but your dad isn’t going for it.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “He let him get on a roll,” she
sighed. “If you let him start he never lets up. You need to cut him off early
before he gets into it.”
“For some reason he thinks Snapes been perving after you for
the last 7 years and is furious,” Ginny said, eyebrows raised.
“I’ve got to stop this,” Hermione started out of the room.
“Nonsense,” McGonagall said steering her back to the mirror.
“Dumbledore will break it up when he thinks it’s gone on too long.”
Hermione turned back to her makeup bag, although hesitantly.
She pulled out tweezers and began shaping her eyebrows.
“Your things will be moved before the end of the ceremony,”
McGonagall said quickly.
“Moved?” Hermione said quizzically. “To where?”
“Your new husbands quarters,” said McGonagall. “You are
married, of course.” She pulled her robes around herself tighter.
“Of course,” Hermione said hollowly. She didn’t know why the
details had failed to elude her before. True, he was keeping her away from the
Death Eaters, and apparently Mr. Ollivander, who she would never look at in the
same way ever again, but he didn’t have to make this pleasant for her.
“It’s almost tior tor the ceremony, Hermione,” said Ginny
quickly. “We should get going.”
Pavarti lifted a lace veil out of a bag and pinned it to Hermiones
soft curls.
“You’ll be fine,” Pavarti said. “Don’t look so terrified.
I’m sure he has some redeemable qualities.”
“Like what?” snapped Lavender.
“She can now bottle fame, brew glory-“ Ginny began. The
Gryffindor girls giggled.
“Don’t tell me he’s still giving that inane speech,”
McGonagall said rolling her eyes at the ceiling.
“He gets better at flapping for emphasis every year,” said
Hermione. “Hmmm…maybe I can put a stop to that.”
“Good point,” said Lavender handing her a bouquet of white roses.
“But you can stop it later; first you have to get the deed done.”
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at herself in the
mirror. Her robes were tasteful. Pleated to make the back look fuller and cut a
little long so she had a train. The veil was white and woven with gold threads
to make it shimmer warmly. Her makeup made her face look blemish free and her
cheeks were flushed with nervousness.
“I’m ready,” Hermione said, letting her breath out.
Ginny opened the door and the group of women walked down the
staircase, descending to the Great Hall where Hermione’s betrothed waited for
her.