For Whom the Clock Chimes, It Chimes For You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,472
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5
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For Whom the Clock Chimes, It Chimes For You
For Whom the Clock Chimes, It Chimes For You by Pearle
Summary: After an argument, a strange force intervenes in Severus Snape’s life. Meant to be one-shot. HG/SS
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. of the Harry Potter series are not mine they belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. I promise to return them when I am through. Well, most of them anyway.
~~~~~~~~ For Whom the Clock Chimes, It Chimes For You by Pearle ~~~~~~~~
Severus Snape threw his quill down in annoyance. He had been trying to grade third year potions essays. He had read the same line three times now and it still didn’t make any sense to him.
He and Hermione had had another row. She had walked out yelling, “That’s it. I’ve had it.” The irony of it all was that he couldn’t even reer wer what they had been fighting about. He looked at the clock over his desk. The hand with her picture pointed to “Gone. Don’t try and find me” Bloody hell.
“Now what?” The clock chimed, the hand with his picture had now moved to “Go buy her flowers and a nice ring.” He glared at the clock. The ruddy thing must be possessed. He snorted, “Buy her flowers and a nice ring. Right.”
Snape moved to his sideboard and removed a bottle of Old Ogden’s and a heavy crystal glass. He intended to get soused. She would be back soon enough. “But what if she means it this time and doesn’t come back?” A small voice spoke up in his head. The voice sounded suspiciously like that of the Headmaster. “Shut the hell up.”
The clock over his desk chimed again. The hand with his picture had moved to, “Should have left 20 minutes ago. What are you waiting for?”
“What is going on here?” Snape stared at the clock. He hadn’t even touched his whisky yet. What was going on?
The hand moved to “Don’t ask me. I’m just the clock.”
Snape blinked. He was sure he had lost his mind. “All right, I’ll bite. I should buy her a ring. I suppose I should ask her to marry me too?”
The clock chimed. The hand moved to “Now you’re thinking.” Hermione’s hand had moved to “Ginny Weasley’s flat. Not coming back.” Oh bloody hell. Now he was hallucinating.
The hand moved to, “Do you love her?” Snape did love Hermione. He just had trouble telling her. They had been together for a year. What would he do if he lost her? He didn’t think he could handle that.
“Fine.” He spat at the clock. “I have my mother’s ring here, I will pick up flowers on my way to Miss Weasley’s. I will ask the only woman I have ever loved if she will marry me. I will bring her back here and make love to her all night. Will that correct everything? Good gods, I’m asking a clock. I must really have lost it.” But he knew in his heart this was right. He didn’t want Hermione to be a passing thing. He wanted forever with her.
The clock chimed. The hand moved to, “Good plan. What are you waiting for?”
“Um, thanks. Now I’m thanking the clock?”
Snape went into his bedroom and returned with the ring. He looked at the clock for further advice. The hand with Hermione’s picture was pointing to, “Ginny Weasley’s Flat.” The hand with his picture was pointing to, “Snape quarters.”
“What no advice? Cat got your tongue?” The clock didn’t move. He must have imagined the whole thing. May be he was losing his mind. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Whatever the case he was going to get down on his knee and apologize to Hermione and then ask her to marry him. He didn’t want to lose her.
He looked at the clock one more time before grabbing his cloak and heading out. He would go to Hermione. He would ask her forgiveness and then ask her to marry him. He was ready to start on forever.
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Albus Dumbledore sat back in his chair, his eyes sparkling. He loved Severus like a son, but the boy could be so stubborn sometimes. They would have a wedding to celebrate soon. He would wait untilorroorrow to seek Severus out. Obviously Severus didn’t remember Albus giving him the charmed clock last Christmas. He put the charmed typewriter away since he was finished with it for now. He should find Minerva and tell her the good news.
End.
A/N: Really odd I know, but I was writing a chapter of A Knock at the Door and looking for the right wording for the charmed clock in Severus’s office when the phrase, “Don’t ask me. I’m just the clock.” jumped into my mind. The rest fell into place. I suppose with magic, all things are poss. I . I believe my muse should get some sleep before she comes up with something odder than this. My apologies to Ernest Hemingway for the title.
As always thoughts, comments, reviews, whatever are always welc
Regards, Pearle
Summary: After an argument, a strange force intervenes in Severus Snape’s life. Meant to be one-shot. HG/SS
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. of the Harry Potter series are not mine they belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. I promise to return them when I am through. Well, most of them anyway.
~~~~~~~~ For Whom the Clock Chimes, It Chimes For You by Pearle ~~~~~~~~
Severus Snape threw his quill down in annoyance. He had been trying to grade third year potions essays. He had read the same line three times now and it still didn’t make any sense to him.
He and Hermione had had another row. She had walked out yelling, “That’s it. I’ve had it.” The irony of it all was that he couldn’t even reer wer what they had been fighting about. He looked at the clock over his desk. The hand with her picture pointed to “Gone. Don’t try and find me” Bloody hell.
“Now what?” The clock chimed, the hand with his picture had now moved to “Go buy her flowers and a nice ring.” He glared at the clock. The ruddy thing must be possessed. He snorted, “Buy her flowers and a nice ring. Right.”
Snape moved to his sideboard and removed a bottle of Old Ogden’s and a heavy crystal glass. He intended to get soused. She would be back soon enough. “But what if she means it this time and doesn’t come back?” A small voice spoke up in his head. The voice sounded suspiciously like that of the Headmaster. “Shut the hell up.”
The clock over his desk chimed again. The hand with his picture had moved to, “Should have left 20 minutes ago. What are you waiting for?”
“What is going on here?” Snape stared at the clock. He hadn’t even touched his whisky yet. What was going on?
The hand moved to “Don’t ask me. I’m just the clock.”
Snape blinked. He was sure he had lost his mind. “All right, I’ll bite. I should buy her a ring. I suppose I should ask her to marry me too?”
The clock chimed. The hand moved to “Now you’re thinking.” Hermione’s hand had moved to “Ginny Weasley’s flat. Not coming back.” Oh bloody hell. Now he was hallucinating.
The hand moved to, “Do you love her?” Snape did love Hermione. He just had trouble telling her. They had been together for a year. What would he do if he lost her? He didn’t think he could handle that.
“Fine.” He spat at the clock. “I have my mother’s ring here, I will pick up flowers on my way to Miss Weasley’s. I will ask the only woman I have ever loved if she will marry me. I will bring her back here and make love to her all night. Will that correct everything? Good gods, I’m asking a clock. I must really have lost it.” But he knew in his heart this was right. He didn’t want Hermione to be a passing thing. He wanted forever with her.
The clock chimed. The hand moved to, “Good plan. What are you waiting for?”
“Um, thanks. Now I’m thanking the clock?”
Snape went into his bedroom and returned with the ring. He looked at the clock for further advice. The hand with Hermione’s picture was pointing to, “Ginny Weasley’s Flat.” The hand with his picture was pointing to, “Snape quarters.”
“What no advice? Cat got your tongue?” The clock didn’t move. He must have imagined the whole thing. May be he was losing his mind. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Whatever the case he was going to get down on his knee and apologize to Hermione and then ask her to marry him. He didn’t want to lose her.
He looked at the clock one more time before grabbing his cloak and heading out. He would go to Hermione. He would ask her forgiveness and then ask her to marry him. He was ready to start on forever.
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Albus Dumbledore sat back in his chair, his eyes sparkling. He loved Severus like a son, but the boy could be so stubborn sometimes. They would have a wedding to celebrate soon. He would wait untilorroorrow to seek Severus out. Obviously Severus didn’t remember Albus giving him the charmed clock last Christmas. He put the charmed typewriter away since he was finished with it for now. He should find Minerva and tell her the good news.
End.
A/N: Really odd I know, but I was writing a chapter of A Knock at the Door and looking for the right wording for the charmed clock in Severus’s office when the phrase, “Don’t ask me. I’m just the clock.” jumped into my mind. The rest fell into place. I suppose with magic, all things are poss. I . I believe my muse should get some sleep before she comes up with something odder than this. My apologies to Ernest Hemingway for the title.
As always thoughts, comments, reviews, whatever are always welc
Regards, Pearle