A/N: While writing this, it occurred to me that nothing has happened to Bellatrix Lestrange, and since she is a relative of the Malfoy's she should be in this; however, I'm writing this, and Bellatrix will not be in this. The topic of her presence is simply glossed over and never acknowledged.
10 years later
Hermione Granger pulled her left hand out of her warm clock. She looked down at her stunning engagement ring—it was a Malfoy family heirloom. She smiled as her mind traveled back to her proposal.
"Draco Malfoy, it's bitter cold out here! I wasn't a Slytherin like you! I didn't freeze in those dungeons for seven years of my life. I knew I should have worn a warmer coat..."
"Hermione, come on, love." Draco took off his warm coat as dressed it over Hermione's shoulders. "There, warmer now?" Hermione hushed and gave a smiling nod. "Now we didn't take this holiday to the Alps so we could be inside all day… Although, I'm sure I could keep you even warmer there—"
"Draco!" Hermione squealed as her eyes shining.
"Come on, they say this hike is only a bit further and then the view is spectacular!"
"Give me your hand; I'll pull you up." Draco said to Hermione as they neared the top of their mountain hike. "C'mon, I thought you were a Gryffindor!" He joked as he stretched his hand out.
"Seeing that you were a Slytherin I would expect you to drop me." Hermione said with a wink and she accepted his hand.
"Awe, look at this Hermione. This view is spectacular."
"It really is." Hermione spoke as she walked past Draco so that she could get a better look.
"Yes?" She said turning around to see Draco on one knee, holding out a ring.
"Will you marry me?"
Hermione returned to the present as the cold winter wind gave her a chill. She was standing in the cold for a reason. She had just apparated to the edge of Hogwarts. Smiling at the familiar land she began to walk closer.
Looking around Hermione began to see students coming into view—skating on the black lake or practicing wingardium leviosa on snowballs. She smiled as her memories as a student came rushing back. Then she refocused, she was here for a reason.
Pulling at the door to the castle, Hermione was instantly surrounded by students of all ages. They looked at her curiously; it wasn't very often that Hogwarts received visitors. Pressing through the crowd, she moved forward to the stairs where she then descended to the dungeons.
"Once you juice the sopophorous bean stir until you have purple steam—not yellow, Smith! Now quickly add the powdered bicorn horn, we've only a few minutes left today."
Hermione knew she was close to his classroom when a familiar voice came echoing through the dungeons. She didn't want to interrupt his class; therefore, Hermione sat outside and waited, but it wasn't long before a flood of first year Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students came rushing out of the dungeons—trying to get a far away as possible.
After a few seconds the students seemed to have all disappeared upstairs. Hermione slowly entered the familiar classroom to see her beloved teacher, his back to her as he was attempting to repair a cauldron.
"Professor Snape, I don't understand the point of taking potions? We can just buy everything already made…" Hermione tried to disguise her voice, and she clearly did a good job of it, for Severus slowly turned around with his arms crossed and his brow wrinkled in frustration.
And then it all melted with a laugh, "Hermione! It's good to see you. It's been far, far too long." Severus moved towards Hermione who was instantly in his arms. "Is everything alright? You've never visited me at Hogwarts before."
Hermione smiled and asked Severus to side down. He moved towards a seat behind a student's desk in his classroom, looking somewhat anxious. "Have something to announce to you," the corners of Severus's mouth began to turn up as though he was trying not to show a grin. "Well, actually I have something to show you." Hermione held out her left hand where Draco's ring was kept. "Draco and I are getting married!" She couldn't hide her excitement anymore and neither could Severus, who leaped from his chair and embraced Hermione again.
"Hermione, I'm beyond happy for you. May I ask how Draco proposed? Did he do it while you took your holiday to the Alps?"
A quizzical look came across Hermione's face, "how did you know we went to the Alps? It was quite a spur of the moment vacation… Or wasn't it?" Hermione now began thinking. "Draco had this all planned out, he only acted as though it was a sudden idea!"
"You are still the brightest witch I know," Severus smiled.
"And you knew? How did you know about this?" Hermione asked, looking deeply into his dark eyes.
"Draco set out to visit me at Hogwarts a couple weeks ago. Being a traditional family, Draco felt the need to ask for your hand in marriage—he presumed that I was the man to ask." Hermione smiled. "And I, of course, told him that was the most foolish decision he could make."
Severus grinned as Hermione exclaimed with a laugh, "Professor!"
Touching Hermione's hand gently he spoke, "how many years have I been telling you this, it's Severus. I'm not longer your Potion's Master."
With a polite smile Hermione shifted the mood of the room, "Prof—Severus… I have something to ask of you."
"Anything," he replied.
"Will you give me away at my wedding?" She spoke softly.
"Absolutely," Snape said defiantly.
It was a beautiful morning; the sun was beaming through the windows of Hermione's bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. She remained in her bed, even though she was wide awake, and she hadn't slept a wink during the night. Excitement filled Hermione because today was her wedding day.
A knock came at her door. Hermione announced that her guest may enter and then the door opened and Severus stood in her doorway. "Good morning, today's the day, feeling nervous at all?" Severus asked as he moved further into the room and sat on Hermione's bed.
"I'm excited to be getting married, but I'm a little nervous about the ceremony." Hermione said as she twirled her finger with her bed's coverlet.
Giving her shoulder a squeeze, "don't you worry about that, I'll be right next to you the whole time—"
"No, you won't," Hermione countered childishly. "Professor, you're giving me away!"
Severus laughed, Hermione was very much a woman now, but she still had her younger worries and tendencies.
Another knock came at the door and Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy entered since the door was left ajar. "You're awake, Hermione. Excellent. Draco just left the house for the chapel. He's beyond excited. Are you ready to begin getting ready? We'll be doing photos in a couple hours… It's such a beautiful day."
Hermione was making Draco's heart pound in his chest. She held onto Severus's arm as he walked her down the aisle. Looking around, Hermione say all of her dearest friends. Harry and Luna sat with Ron and Angelina. Ginny and Neville were behind them, along with the rest of the Weasley family.
As the approached the alter Severus gave Draco Hermione's hand. The wedding was in a small chapel in the country. Sun shone down between the snowflakes that glistened in the church windows.
Smiling, Draco reached up for Hermione's veil. He pulled it back to reveal her honey colored hair falling in curls from a goblin made tiara, another Malfoy heirloom. Her dress hugged her body and fell to the ground like a waterfall of satin.
"We are gathered here today, to witness…"
The exchanging of the rings took place next, Lucius smiled to Severus, who was now sitting next to him in the front row.
It seemed like only minutes later when Draco and Hermione kissed over the alter. And soon they were walking back down the aisle as husband and wife.
The reception of the wedding was beautiful. The inside of the chapel was stunned to look like a winter wonderland once the pastor left. Hermione and Draco moved gracefully across the dance floor, until they were interrupted.
"May I have this dance?"
"Of course, sir," Draco said as Severus took Hermione.
"You're absolutely stunning today. Beautiful." Hermione blushed. "You and Draco must still come and visit me on holidays and even at Hogwarts if you would like. I don't mind. I still wish you two were my students and I could see you every day."
"I miss that, too…" Hermione said.
"You know how much you mean to me, Hermione, right?"
"I believe I do, Professor."
"Even though you're married, I still think of you as my own little girl. And that is how I will always think of you." Hermione blushed. "I love you as though you are my own child."
"I wish you were my real father." Hermione has longing in her voice.
"Hermione, if you want to think of me as your father, you most certainly may. I would be honored if you thought of me that way."
"Then I will," Hermione said defiantly as Severus twirled her on the dance floor, back into Draco's arms.
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I'm done. Thank you for all your support throughout this!