A Wizard's Debt
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,567
Reviews:
228
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,567
Reviews:
228
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hermione
Hermione
Nobody ever told me that planning a wedding would be so exhausting, we have two-and-a-half weeks and too much to do in that time. We’ve pricked out and had the invitations printed, but we don’t actually have a guest list so we’ll have to write them all by hand – logically we should have perhaps done that the opposite way around.
Ginny was fitted for her maid of honour dress; it’s a really nice pale lilac and looks wonderful with her skin and hair. It is slightly reminiscent of mine, but less elaborate, a more peasant style in comparison to my court style. Molly was fitted for some new robes at the insistence of Harry – it’s been so long since she had something new to wear and she couldn’t thank him enough. Molly will look wonderful in the pale lemon gown Marcia created, I didn’t think the colour would work for a Weasley – but it looks lovely.
The flowers are ordered and will be delivered to Hogwarts the day before the wedding; the house elves are handling the catering with food coming from Godfrey and a greengrocer in whip-ma-whop-ma-gate; decorations are being handled by the Weasley family and Minerva; the seating plan will have to wait until we have a guest list… so much to do!
“You look tired.” Severus said, pulling me to him in a gentle hug; I never knew this harsh man could be gentle, but he keeps proving me wrong.
“I am, today was so busy.” I said, kicking off my shoes and sinking into the deep cream carpet in our new rooms. They are directly above the Slytherin common room, look out onto the school grounds through a real window and have room enough for a small library and my piano.
“Go rest for a while, Draco and Oliver said they wished to see us this evening – especially as we have finished redecorating and are not a health and safety nightmare.” He looked at me accusingly – but it wasn’t my fault that he tripped over some furniture covered with dust sheets while we charmed the walls pale blue.
“I think I’ll just have a long, hot bath – that should perk me up.” I mumbled, moving into the bedroom and stripping down. I wrapped a new towel around me, the towel set were gifts from Draco and Oliver as new home presents, i went to set the bath running…
“ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” I screamed, it was hideous, it was huge, it was going to eat me alive!
“What in Merlin’s name are you screaming for?” Severus ran into the room, slipping on the tiled floor in his socks.
“Kill it! Get it away from me!” I cried, hiding behind him.
“Its more scared of you than you are of it!” he chuckled, leaving me alone with the monster and moving into the lounge.
“I don’t care! Get it out of here!”
“It is a daddy-long-legs, not a flesh-eating monster that’s going to kill you!” he muttered, placing the glass over the fluttering, buzzing thing and sliding a piece of parchment under it. “See. Just an insect.”
“Get it away from me! Please!” I cried, backing away from the bug under the glass.
“You can face Death Eaters, dragons, Dark Lords, torture, illegal potions, horcruxes, flying on a broom – even though you are terrified… but an inch-long insect has you screaming and frightened?” he handed the bug to Hermes, who made light work of it.
“It’s horrible.” I muttered, feeling a bit of a twit.
“Its gone, are you happy now?” he said sarcastically.
“Yeah – I really, really, really don’t like them.” I said, setting the taps going.
“Well it is a very good thing that you did not notice its magical cousin hanging from the bedroom curtains, it is larger than the muggle one I fed to Hermes…” he said, shaking his head and walking away.
“You’re joking.” I said, slipping into the bath.
“No. Look.”
I surfaced to find a bright blue, six-inch insect fighting against a clean beaker from Severus’s lab. “Arrrrrrrrgh! Get it away from me! Don’t come near me with anything like that again!!”
“I do no understand most women, and I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.” He grumbled, feeding another tasty treat to the owl.
“Just understand that if you present me another one of them under a glass then I will hex you for it!” I snapped, shutting the bathroom door after I checked around the room for more insects.
“Yes, dear.” He said sarcastically, probably waiting for another Hermes-snack to fly in so he could wind me up.
Nobody ever told me that planning a wedding would be so exhausting, we have two-and-a-half weeks and too much to do in that time. We’ve pricked out and had the invitations printed, but we don’t actually have a guest list so we’ll have to write them all by hand – logically we should have perhaps done that the opposite way around.
Ginny was fitted for her maid of honour dress; it’s a really nice pale lilac and looks wonderful with her skin and hair. It is slightly reminiscent of mine, but less elaborate, a more peasant style in comparison to my court style. Molly was fitted for some new robes at the insistence of Harry – it’s been so long since she had something new to wear and she couldn’t thank him enough. Molly will look wonderful in the pale lemon gown Marcia created, I didn’t think the colour would work for a Weasley – but it looks lovely.
The flowers are ordered and will be delivered to Hogwarts the day before the wedding; the house elves are handling the catering with food coming from Godfrey and a greengrocer in whip-ma-whop-ma-gate; decorations are being handled by the Weasley family and Minerva; the seating plan will have to wait until we have a guest list… so much to do!
“You look tired.” Severus said, pulling me to him in a gentle hug; I never knew this harsh man could be gentle, but he keeps proving me wrong.
“I am, today was so busy.” I said, kicking off my shoes and sinking into the deep cream carpet in our new rooms. They are directly above the Slytherin common room, look out onto the school grounds through a real window and have room enough for a small library and my piano.
“Go rest for a while, Draco and Oliver said they wished to see us this evening – especially as we have finished redecorating and are not a health and safety nightmare.” He looked at me accusingly – but it wasn’t my fault that he tripped over some furniture covered with dust sheets while we charmed the walls pale blue.
“I think I’ll just have a long, hot bath – that should perk me up.” I mumbled, moving into the bedroom and stripping down. I wrapped a new towel around me, the towel set were gifts from Draco and Oliver as new home presents, i went to set the bath running…
“ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” I screamed, it was hideous, it was huge, it was going to eat me alive!
“What in Merlin’s name are you screaming for?” Severus ran into the room, slipping on the tiled floor in his socks.
“Kill it! Get it away from me!” I cried, hiding behind him.
“Its more scared of you than you are of it!” he chuckled, leaving me alone with the monster and moving into the lounge.
“I don’t care! Get it out of here!”
“It is a daddy-long-legs, not a flesh-eating monster that’s going to kill you!” he muttered, placing the glass over the fluttering, buzzing thing and sliding a piece of parchment under it. “See. Just an insect.”
“Get it away from me! Please!” I cried, backing away from the bug under the glass.
“You can face Death Eaters, dragons, Dark Lords, torture, illegal potions, horcruxes, flying on a broom – even though you are terrified… but an inch-long insect has you screaming and frightened?” he handed the bug to Hermes, who made light work of it.
“It’s horrible.” I muttered, feeling a bit of a twit.
“Its gone, are you happy now?” he said sarcastically.
“Yeah – I really, really, really don’t like them.” I said, setting the taps going.
“Well it is a very good thing that you did not notice its magical cousin hanging from the bedroom curtains, it is larger than the muggle one I fed to Hermes…” he said, shaking his head and walking away.
“You’re joking.” I said, slipping into the bath.
“No. Look.”
I surfaced to find a bright blue, six-inch insect fighting against a clean beaker from Severus’s lab. “Arrrrrrrrgh! Get it away from me! Don’t come near me with anything like that again!!”
“I do no understand most women, and I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.” He grumbled, feeding another tasty treat to the owl.
“Just understand that if you present me another one of them under a glass then I will hex you for it!” I snapped, shutting the bathroom door after I checked around the room for more insects.
“Yes, dear.” He said sarcastically, probably waiting for another Hermes-snack to fly in so he could wind me up.