A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,575
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228
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Hermione
Hermione
I arrived with a crack at the temple, flanked by Ginny, Molly, Neville, Minerva and Hagrid; there was hardly room for me amongst the reporters.
“…Miss Granger…”
“…Is it true that you have been blackmailed by a Death Eater into this marriage?”
*FLASH.*
“…Was it a war romance between the spy and the brains of the outfit?”
“…Look this way, Miss Granger!” FLASH.
“…Witch Weekly readers want to know who designed and made your wonderful dress!”
*FLASH.*
“…How long have you been courting? Was it an illicit affair between student and teacher?”
“…Are the rumours of you being the Malfoy-Wood secret keeper?”
“… Face me, miss Granger!” FLASH
“… How is he in bed? Is he passionate? Is he gentle? Is he rough?”
“… Is this the reason she has the highest grades Hogwarts has seen in two decades? Are her outstandings for more than her essays? Is it her practical work that raised her marks?” I’d recognise that voice anywhere, as well as the hideous green dragon skin suit its speaker was wearing.
That. Is. It. She. Is. Going. To. Regret. That.
“HOW DARE YOU!” I hissed, walking toward the bitch and snapping her quick quotes quill before it could record this – other reporters were doing it for her. “How dare you insinuate that the academic success I worked so hard to achieve was gained between sheets? You are a gossip-spreading, vile woman who obviously gains pleasure from the pain of others.” I said, resisting the urge to draw my wand.
“So, you’ve neither confirmed or denied the fact that your marks were sex-related, just accused me. Is your white dress hiding a past of sexual indecency?” She said, smugly.
“There is no fact to confirm or deny, Miss Skeeter, I did not ever sleep with my teachers – and before you retort, I am no longer a student at Hogwarts, and Severus is not my professor anymore. I worked hard for what I achieved. I wear white because it is appropriate for my… situation in life. And due to the demands of the ministry – I tell you this under the influence of Veritasserum!”
“Your ‘husband’ is a potion’s master, and Death Eater – the veritasserum used is probably fake and inactive. The princess of the Golden Trio isn’t as pure as she looks!”
“You need bringing down from your pedestal, Rita… and if these other reporters would like to take the following fact down…” I smiled sweetly, “I wonder if you are registered at the ministry as an animagus yet? You know, the form I captured you in spying on the Triwizard Tournament? An illegal use of the form as the information you published was gained from minors without their knowledge; and illegal in the sense that you are unregistered.”
There was a collective gasp from the other reporters, unregistered animagi tended to end up with hefty fines, and Rita would probably end up spending a little time in Azkaban for hiding for so long.
“You bitch!” Skeeter screamed, after other reporters dragged her away from the front of their gathering and pushed her into the arms of the aurors keeping them away from the temple door.
“…Miss Granger…”
*FLASH.*
“… What are you planning to name your children?”
“… When are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley getting married? Is it true Potter wishes to wed an underage witch?”
*FLASH.*
“… Turn this way! Smile!”
*FLASH.*
“Ladies and gentlemen…” I began, silencing another round of questions, “I know you are reporters and photographers, and that recording the news and events of the wizarding world is the job you do… but please, don’t harass our guests, my husband or myself; contact us in a fortnight’s time and we will consider interviews with you. We will forward copies of the wedding photographs to you as soon as they are developed – providing you donate a reasonable sum to either Saint Mungo’s, the Hogwarts Reconstruction Fund or the War Orphans Care Home… However, right now you are all spoiling my wedding, please, I’m begging you, do not ruin this day with your questions and gossip columns, fashion tips, photography, interviews – or anything else.”
Remarkably, all was silent.
“Are these people bothering you, my dear?” Severus asked, standing behind me with his wand drawn. He was flanked by all the Weasley men, Lucius, Harry, Neville, Draco and Oliver.
Severus looked amazing in his dress robes, the green so dark it was almost black – I had put my foot down at him wearing completely black robes, this was the compromise. The expert tailoring by Marcia enhanced his physique but did not show it off too much; his hair shone like polished granite in the sunlight and his dark eyes sparkled. I had to remember to blink as I looked at him.
“I shall get rid of them for you, if you like.” Lucius said, standing slightly behind Severus, wand drawn in the position of a duelling second.
“Yeah! Stop upsetting her!” Neville yelled.
“’Mione!” Harry shouted, running forward, silencing another reporter with a look of pure malice.
“Gentlemen, please – leave them alone, they’re doing their jobs and I asked them nicely to respect us today.” I said, trying to placate them before they started letting the curses fly. Between two elite death eaters, Harry, the Weasleys, Draco, Oliver and Neville the hexes would be incredibly dangerous.
“They are the media – they respect no one.” Oliver hissed, “You’re better off hexing them than asking politely.”
Severus looked down at me, his fingertips gently brushing a few loose curls from my face before he gently kissed me. I didn’t notice the flashes of camera bulbs as I melted into his lips, the gentle meeting was over all too soon.
“You look so beautiful, a goddess in white. Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm. I was about to take it before Arthur cut in.
“That is my role today!” he said brightly, adjusting my hood before leading me into the temple. My protectors followed, dashing back to their seats just before the priest began.
I arrived with a crack at the temple, flanked by Ginny, Molly, Neville, Minerva and Hagrid; there was hardly room for me amongst the reporters.
“…Miss Granger…”
“…Is it true that you have been blackmailed by a Death Eater into this marriage?”
*FLASH.*
“…Was it a war romance between the spy and the brains of the outfit?”
“…Look this way, Miss Granger!” FLASH.
“…Witch Weekly readers want to know who designed and made your wonderful dress!”
*FLASH.*
“…How long have you been courting? Was it an illicit affair between student and teacher?”
“…Are the rumours of you being the Malfoy-Wood secret keeper?”
“… Face me, miss Granger!” FLASH
“… How is he in bed? Is he passionate? Is he gentle? Is he rough?”
“… Is this the reason she has the highest grades Hogwarts has seen in two decades? Are her outstandings for more than her essays? Is it her practical work that raised her marks?” I’d recognise that voice anywhere, as well as the hideous green dragon skin suit its speaker was wearing.
That. Is. It. She. Is. Going. To. Regret. That.
“HOW DARE YOU!” I hissed, walking toward the bitch and snapping her quick quotes quill before it could record this – other reporters were doing it for her. “How dare you insinuate that the academic success I worked so hard to achieve was gained between sheets? You are a gossip-spreading, vile woman who obviously gains pleasure from the pain of others.” I said, resisting the urge to draw my wand.
“So, you’ve neither confirmed or denied the fact that your marks were sex-related, just accused me. Is your white dress hiding a past of sexual indecency?” She said, smugly.
“There is no fact to confirm or deny, Miss Skeeter, I did not ever sleep with my teachers – and before you retort, I am no longer a student at Hogwarts, and Severus is not my professor anymore. I worked hard for what I achieved. I wear white because it is appropriate for my… situation in life. And due to the demands of the ministry – I tell you this under the influence of Veritasserum!”
“Your ‘husband’ is a potion’s master, and Death Eater – the veritasserum used is probably fake and inactive. The princess of the Golden Trio isn’t as pure as she looks!”
“You need bringing down from your pedestal, Rita… and if these other reporters would like to take the following fact down…” I smiled sweetly, “I wonder if you are registered at the ministry as an animagus yet? You know, the form I captured you in spying on the Triwizard Tournament? An illegal use of the form as the information you published was gained from minors without their knowledge; and illegal in the sense that you are unregistered.”
There was a collective gasp from the other reporters, unregistered animagi tended to end up with hefty fines, and Rita would probably end up spending a little time in Azkaban for hiding for so long.
“You bitch!” Skeeter screamed, after other reporters dragged her away from the front of their gathering and pushed her into the arms of the aurors keeping them away from the temple door.
“…Miss Granger…”
*FLASH.*
“… What are you planning to name your children?”
“… When are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley getting married? Is it true Potter wishes to wed an underage witch?”
*FLASH.*
“… Turn this way! Smile!”
*FLASH.*
“Ladies and gentlemen…” I began, silencing another round of questions, “I know you are reporters and photographers, and that recording the news and events of the wizarding world is the job you do… but please, don’t harass our guests, my husband or myself; contact us in a fortnight’s time and we will consider interviews with you. We will forward copies of the wedding photographs to you as soon as they are developed – providing you donate a reasonable sum to either Saint Mungo’s, the Hogwarts Reconstruction Fund or the War Orphans Care Home… However, right now you are all spoiling my wedding, please, I’m begging you, do not ruin this day with your questions and gossip columns, fashion tips, photography, interviews – or anything else.”
Remarkably, all was silent.
“Are these people bothering you, my dear?” Severus asked, standing behind me with his wand drawn. He was flanked by all the Weasley men, Lucius, Harry, Neville, Draco and Oliver.
Severus looked amazing in his dress robes, the green so dark it was almost black – I had put my foot down at him wearing completely black robes, this was the compromise. The expert tailoring by Marcia enhanced his physique but did not show it off too much; his hair shone like polished granite in the sunlight and his dark eyes sparkled. I had to remember to blink as I looked at him.
“I shall get rid of them for you, if you like.” Lucius said, standing slightly behind Severus, wand drawn in the position of a duelling second.
“Yeah! Stop upsetting her!” Neville yelled.
“’Mione!” Harry shouted, running forward, silencing another reporter with a look of pure malice.
“Gentlemen, please – leave them alone, they’re doing their jobs and I asked them nicely to respect us today.” I said, trying to placate them before they started letting the curses fly. Between two elite death eaters, Harry, the Weasleys, Draco, Oliver and Neville the hexes would be incredibly dangerous.
“They are the media – they respect no one.” Oliver hissed, “You’re better off hexing them than asking politely.”
Severus looked down at me, his fingertips gently brushing a few loose curls from my face before he gently kissed me. I didn’t notice the flashes of camera bulbs as I melted into his lips, the gentle meeting was over all too soon.
“You look so beautiful, a goddess in white. Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm. I was about to take it before Arthur cut in.
“That is my role today!” he said brightly, adjusting my hood before leading me into the temple. My protectors followed, dashing back to their seats just before the priest began.