A/N: Holy crap, it's been a long time since I got this story going. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and that it's worth the wait (though I highly doubt that). Sorry for the delay, guys!

Pop it like Daisies

Chapter Two

Harry Potter put on a pissed face as he entered the Gryffindor Common Room after dinner, purposefully making himself come in later than Ron or Hermione.

“Snape gave me detention,” he announced.

His two best friends gave him surprised looks. “Why?” Hermione asked. “What on earth did you do now? We didn't even have Potions today...”

Ron heaved a sigh. The happy Snape had been there for a good two weeks before the greasy bastard slowly fell back to his old self, with the occasional bouts of spontaneous glee.

Harry gave a shrug, acting the part of a dead-tired student, used to professors giving him detentions because they felt like it. “Said something he didn't particularly like when I met him on the hallway. I mean, how was I supposed to know his underwear was a sensitive topic? I'm doing time in his office for...” He quickly calculated how long planning a wedding like theirs could possibly take. “Three weeks. Every damned day.”

“Three weeks?! Even on weekends?” the redhead among them exclaimed. “Blimey, you did a number on his underwear real bad, Harry. Being humanely kind must have taken its toll on him.”

Hermione keenly studied her friend's annoyed nonchalance, unable to read anything else past, well, annoyance. “Want us to do anything so it wouldn't be so hard on you?”

Harry gave them a look. “I got in this mess for underwear and I'm getting myself out of it. This case isn't going to look good on your records no matter how you look at it.”

- - - -

“...that has probably got to be the most ridiculous hogwash of an excuse I have ever heard. But then again, knowing you, it's probably the best you've pulled off in months.”

“Get over it! Using your underwear was pure genius! Now, what do you think about the date?” said Harry.

“Our wedding in the spring?” Snape said dryly. “Don't you want it during Christmas?”

“People wouldn't exactly be focused on our wedding because it's Christmas and people are celebrating Christmas,” his lover explained with wild gesticulations.

The Potion's professor raised his hands in surrender. “I'm fine with the date. March 31 it is, but where exactly do you plan to hold it?”

Snape prancing in a garden filled with flowers and birds, bees, butterflies and things that usually went into his cauldron flashed across Harry's mind. He hesitated a bit about suggesting the garden theme.

“In school?” Snape prompted.

“Bloody hell, no.” The reply was quick and snappish.

The Slytherin grinned. “I thought so, but if we're holding this thing away from school, how exactly would you expect them to attend? Pull people out?”

Harry, who had been staring at the floor in thought, looked up at the man on his couch with a hopeful expression on his face. “Away from school?”

Snape returned his stare casually. “Knowing you and your day-picking, you'd like this wedding outdoors, preferably some sort of garden, am I right?”

Harry's eyes widened in pleasant surprise and the wedding plans were momentarily disrupted to make way for a small make-out session.

- - - -

“You got called the the Headmaster's Office?” Ron asked the next day, astonished at the number of runs his friend had with the teachers lately. “Is this good or bad?”

Harry gave another shrug. “I wouldn't know for sure. I guess I'd have to find out tonight,” and he pocketed the fake note while giving a smile for reassurance to his friends. “I'll be sure to tell you guys about it.”

Ron and Hermione exchanged rather confused looks as their best friend left the Common Room once more.

The redhead rounded on his companion as soon as he was out of earshot. “I may not be as smart as you, but there's something fishy going on here...”

Hermione spared him a casual glance, not wanting to convey what she really felt. “What makes you say that?”

Ron clicked his tongue impatiently. “Teachers suddenly calling him...his nonchalant silence? Oh work your girly instincts woman! He's hot telling us something!”

The brunette just rolled her eyes. “From the way he's acting, I think he doesn't want to let us know too soon because we'd eventually find out.”

Ron gave her an ugly, disbelieving frown. Hermione huffed in annoyance and returned to her thoughts in the guise of reading a very complicated book. She had not told Ron that Harry had made frequent disappearances in the middle of the night for about more than a month since she found out. She had absolutely no idea as to the reason such excursions, but out of the respect for her best friend, she decided they'd know in due time.

Ron could just go plain ballistic with assumptions and possibilities if he ever found out.

TBC

A/N: Forgive typos, everyone! I...got distracted. ;A; Enjoy!xD I'll try and get the new chapter up as soon as possible. Or when I get ideas.