A Marriage of Convenience
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Plans, Plots, & Twists
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Title: A Marriage of Convenience
Chapter Three: Plans, Plots & Twists
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Hermione sat in the large, red armchair in the Headmasters office. The tension in the room was exceedingly high; no one had the nerve to speak of any involving marriage. Dumbledore kept himself busy while waiting for Professor McGonagall to return with the two boys. He was currently talking animatedly to Phineas Nigellus’s portrait about the ingredients in Butterbeer. Professor Snape seemed to suddenly take great interest in a spec of dust on the floor. After what felt like centuries, Snape decided to ignore whatever he’d been staring at a took a seat in the chair next to Hermione. His face no emotions other than his trademark sneer. He seemed as if he were having an internal battle with himself over whether or not to speak to the insufferable girl.
Moments later, Professor McGonagall strode through the Headmasters door with Draco and Jordan in stride. The boys looked rather confused as to their reason of being there. It was only after Dumbledore conjured two more chairs that the boys got the idea to sit down.
“Now,” Dumbledore began, clearing his throat. “I should think you are all aware of why you are all here. Each one of you has put in a Marriage Petition for Miss Granger’s hand.” At hearing this, both Draco and Jordan eyed Snape with curiosity before turning back towards the Headmaster. “And, in root of the fairness of this situation, she has agreed to spend one evening in Hogsmeade with each of you before reaching her decision.”
Jordan Goodman was the first to break the unearthly silence held in the room. “Well that sounds fair enough for me. Do you have a particular date set in mind, Hermione?” He flashed her a perfectly stunning smile.
Hermione giggled awkwardly and directed her eyes to the floor briefly before answering. “Erm…um, well I haven’t really given it much thought. How about next Monday?”
“Perfect, shall we say six o’clock?” Hermione nodded dumbly in acceptance. He strode over to Hermione and took her hand within his. Kissing it softly, Jordan looked into her eyes saying, “Until Monday, then. Headmaster, if I may, I’m required to be at a study group in the Library shortly.”
“Yes, you are excused, Mr. Goodman.” With a short bow, and another smile towards Hermione, Jordan left the Headmaster’s office. “Now,” Dumbledore continued, once Jordan was out of sight, “that just leaves the question of when Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape are to take you out to Hogsmeade, Miss Granger.”
“oh, um, yes. Well I suppose if Draco’s not busy Wednesday, then that would work out okay for me.”
“I’m free,” Draco said nonchalantly.
“Perfect,” Dumbledore beamed. “and I shall cover your afternoon classes on Friday, Severus. That should give you ample time to plan for the evening with Miss Granger.” He clasped his hands together in an excitement. “Now, if you will all excuse me, I do believe we all have classes to be getting to.”
Draco was the first to rise from his chair. He strode to the door, but not eyeing his Potions Professor in a suspicious manner. It was apparent that Draco did not intend to see Snape sitting there with him, having a desire to marry Hermione. Lucius had virtually guaranteed his son that there would be very few, if not any, wizards interested in the brainy Gryffindor Mudblood. His father would not be pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Draco exited the room moments later, leaving Hermione, Snape and Dumbledore alone in the office.
“Albus,” Snape questioned. “Am I seriously required to take Miss Granger on a…date?” He shuddered at the word as if it were toxic.
Hermione smirked widely before saying, “of course you are, Professor. How am I supposed to make my decision if I don’t know anything about you?”
He looked at the Headmaster, hoping to somehow be saved from this situation. But Dumbledore merely shook his head, “come on, Severus. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Why not take this opportunity to show Miss Granger your romantic side?”
A scowl covered Snape’s face. He turned around sharply, his thick black robes billowing behind him as he moved towards the door. “Insufferable little know-it-all,” he muttered to himself, though it was quite apparent the both Hermione and the Headmaster had heard his comment.
Romantic? Severus sneered at the sheer thought of the idea as he stormed through the corridors. He had never been romantic with anyone; for him to attempt being romantic with the busy-haired brat was pure insanity. Luckily for him it was a Friday and he had only one class left, which gave him the perfect opportunity to relax in his quarters with a nice bottle of firewhiskey afterwards.
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Hermione sighed to herself as she made her way back to her dormitory. Thankfully, the Headmaster had relieved her from performing her rounds for tonight. It would give her plenty of time to finally think about how she had gotten into this mess. And besides, she was exhausted. Hermione wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with a good book. ‘I wonder if Snape reads before he turns in for the night,’ she thought suddenly.
Woah.
She stopped dead in her tracks. ‘Where did that come from?’ Hermione frowned, confused with her own thoughts, since when did she think about Snape’s reading and sleeping habits?
‘Oh well,’ she concluded. It was probably just because of all this built up stress recently. And even if it wasn’t, Snape was possibly the biggest git to ever walk the face of the planet. And he had the personality of a rock to add. ‘There’s no way I could possibly ever develop feelings for the man, right?’
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Draco watched the large brown barn-owl soar through the air as he walked back nonchalantly from the Owlery. It was imperative that his father be immediately notified of the current situation. Snape’s involvement was an unseen turn of events. And it was by no means desirable in association with Draco’s plan.
How was he supposed get the Mudblood Bitch if others were involved? And who the hell was this Goodman character, why could he possibly want Granger? It’s not like she’s actually attractive. Well not too attractive anyway. True, she was somewhat pleasing to look at, but not enough to actually lure a man.
But Draco didn’t worry too much, father would obviously think of some way to get both Snape and Goodman out of his way. Permanently.
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And that\'s the end of Chapter Three, I hope everyone enjoyed reading it. R&R.
Enjoy!!
Title: A Marriage of Convenience
Chapter Three: Plans, Plots & Twists
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Hermione sat in the large, red armchair in the Headmasters office. The tension in the room was exceedingly high; no one had the nerve to speak of any involving marriage. Dumbledore kept himself busy while waiting for Professor McGonagall to return with the two boys. He was currently talking animatedly to Phineas Nigellus’s portrait about the ingredients in Butterbeer. Professor Snape seemed to suddenly take great interest in a spec of dust on the floor. After what felt like centuries, Snape decided to ignore whatever he’d been staring at a took a seat in the chair next to Hermione. His face no emotions other than his trademark sneer. He seemed as if he were having an internal battle with himself over whether or not to speak to the insufferable girl.
Moments later, Professor McGonagall strode through the Headmasters door with Draco and Jordan in stride. The boys looked rather confused as to their reason of being there. It was only after Dumbledore conjured two more chairs that the boys got the idea to sit down.
“Now,” Dumbledore began, clearing his throat. “I should think you are all aware of why you are all here. Each one of you has put in a Marriage Petition for Miss Granger’s hand.” At hearing this, both Draco and Jordan eyed Snape with curiosity before turning back towards the Headmaster. “And, in root of the fairness of this situation, she has agreed to spend one evening in Hogsmeade with each of you before reaching her decision.”
Jordan Goodman was the first to break the unearthly silence held in the room. “Well that sounds fair enough for me. Do you have a particular date set in mind, Hermione?” He flashed her a perfectly stunning smile.
Hermione giggled awkwardly and directed her eyes to the floor briefly before answering. “Erm…um, well I haven’t really given it much thought. How about next Monday?”
“Perfect, shall we say six o’clock?” Hermione nodded dumbly in acceptance. He strode over to Hermione and took her hand within his. Kissing it softly, Jordan looked into her eyes saying, “Until Monday, then. Headmaster, if I may, I’m required to be at a study group in the Library shortly.”
“Yes, you are excused, Mr. Goodman.” With a short bow, and another smile towards Hermione, Jordan left the Headmaster’s office. “Now,” Dumbledore continued, once Jordan was out of sight, “that just leaves the question of when Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape are to take you out to Hogsmeade, Miss Granger.”
“oh, um, yes. Well I suppose if Draco’s not busy Wednesday, then that would work out okay for me.”
“I’m free,” Draco said nonchalantly.
“Perfect,” Dumbledore beamed. “and I shall cover your afternoon classes on Friday, Severus. That should give you ample time to plan for the evening with Miss Granger.” He clasped his hands together in an excitement. “Now, if you will all excuse me, I do believe we all have classes to be getting to.”
Draco was the first to rise from his chair. He strode to the door, but not eyeing his Potions Professor in a suspicious manner. It was apparent that Draco did not intend to see Snape sitting there with him, having a desire to marry Hermione. Lucius had virtually guaranteed his son that there would be very few, if not any, wizards interested in the brainy Gryffindor Mudblood. His father would not be pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Draco exited the room moments later, leaving Hermione, Snape and Dumbledore alone in the office.
“Albus,” Snape questioned. “Am I seriously required to take Miss Granger on a…date?” He shuddered at the word as if it were toxic.
Hermione smirked widely before saying, “of course you are, Professor. How am I supposed to make my decision if I don’t know anything about you?”
He looked at the Headmaster, hoping to somehow be saved from this situation. But Dumbledore merely shook his head, “come on, Severus. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Why not take this opportunity to show Miss Granger your romantic side?”
A scowl covered Snape’s face. He turned around sharply, his thick black robes billowing behind him as he moved towards the door. “Insufferable little know-it-all,” he muttered to himself, though it was quite apparent the both Hermione and the Headmaster had heard his comment.
Romantic? Severus sneered at the sheer thought of the idea as he stormed through the corridors. He had never been romantic with anyone; for him to attempt being romantic with the busy-haired brat was pure insanity. Luckily for him it was a Friday and he had only one class left, which gave him the perfect opportunity to relax in his quarters with a nice bottle of firewhiskey afterwards.
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Hermione sighed to herself as she made her way back to her dormitory. Thankfully, the Headmaster had relieved her from performing her rounds for tonight. It would give her plenty of time to finally think about how she had gotten into this mess. And besides, she was exhausted. Hermione wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with a good book. ‘I wonder if Snape reads before he turns in for the night,’ she thought suddenly.
Woah.
She stopped dead in her tracks. ‘Where did that come from?’ Hermione frowned, confused with her own thoughts, since when did she think about Snape’s reading and sleeping habits?
‘Oh well,’ she concluded. It was probably just because of all this built up stress recently. And even if it wasn’t, Snape was possibly the biggest git to ever walk the face of the planet. And he had the personality of a rock to add. ‘There’s no way I could possibly ever develop feelings for the man, right?’
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Draco watched the large brown barn-owl soar through the air as he walked back nonchalantly from the Owlery. It was imperative that his father be immediately notified of the current situation. Snape’s involvement was an unseen turn of events. And it was by no means desirable in association with Draco’s plan.
How was he supposed get the Mudblood Bitch if others were involved? And who the hell was this Goodman character, why could he possibly want Granger? It’s not like she’s actually attractive. Well not too attractive anyway. True, she was somewhat pleasing to look at, but not enough to actually lure a man.
But Draco didn’t worry too much, father would obviously think of some way to get both Snape and Goodman out of his way. Permanently.
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And that\'s the end of Chapter Three, I hope everyone enjoyed reading it. R&R.