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Hermione stormed into the dungeons, her eyes ablaze with righteous anger. "Severus Snape!" she bellowed.
No answer. She then stomped over to bang on the door of his private quarters. "I'll be out in a minute," Snape called back.
"You get out here right now!" she argued.
Severus groaned as he complied, knowing full well why the witch was in such a tizzy. He crept out and assessed the rage in her eyes. Most days he'd try to use that passion to incite some passion in the bedroom, but this time he knew better than to push his luck. "Yes?" he asked.
"You rotten Slytherin! How dare you give half the Gryffindor Quidditch team detentions over something so minor?" she yelled.
"I don't consider starting a food fight in the Main Dining Hall to be a minor offense," he began.
"Then tell me why only one of your Slytherins received a detention?" she exclaimed.
He shrugged. "The Gryffindors threw first."
"Severus!" she yelled.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You just make me so mad some days! Can't you let those old house rivalries go?" she demanded.
"I did. I gave the seeker on the Slytherin team a detention as well. I'd say that's progress," Snape answered. "I don't know why you are so upset about this though. It's not like you care for Quidditch."
"I don't, but the students are in a riot, and as the new house leader of Gryffindor! I can't ignore that!" Hermione replied.
"I can," Severus answered.
Hermione huffed as she turned around. "I think this conversation is over. Goodnight Severus!"
"Aren't we going to try to resolve this?" Snape asked.
"I don't think there's anything to resolve! You're a mean spirited man who takes out his frustrations on children!" she replied.
"Yes, but you still can't resist me," Snape replied with a gleam in his eyes.
"Watch me," Hermione answered as she began to stomp away from him.
Severus pulled out his wand and aimed it into the air. Hermione saw a gray spark fly by and crackle just outside the door. Suddenly, a tiny cloud formed and began sputtering snow. Hermione turned around and raised her eyebrow. "Snow?" she asked.
"I'd originally invented it for another purpose, but yes, it's a snow cloud," Snape replied.
"Can the spell change the weather?" she asked with unabashed curiosity before shaking her head. "I don't even care anymore. I'm leaving."
"That would be inadvisable," Severus warned.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
He pointed to the ground. The tiny cloud had already produced an inch of snow on the threshold, and on the surrounding stairs icicles were forming. Hermione would've been upset about being literally snowed in had it not been for the fact that the students should, in theory, be asleep in bed. Besides, she could always perform a heating spell on the staircase once the cloud was gone…
"We need to discuss what happened," Snape answered.
"You're making it snow to keep me from leaving?" Hermione asked as she turned around.
Severus took a deep breath and approached her. "Yes, because we need to talk. I know how upset you get when the Gryffindors receive detentions. If it makes you feel better, I took no joy in it."
From the look in his eyes, Hermione could tell that he was being honest. She nodded. "Go on," she replied.
He sighed. "I had to enforce the rules, you surely understand that."
"Yes," she sighed. "I also admit that I did not see what happened because I was too engrossed in my conversation with Neville. Still, I just want to keep my students happy, even if it involves siding with them about a dumb game like Quidditch."
Severus took Hermione in his arms. "It's normal to feel that pressure. I felt it too when I first became the head of Slytherin. Still, you must retain some sense of impartiality, lest we fall back into bitter house rivalries as before."
"I know," Hermione replied. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you, and that I called you mean-spirited."
"I'm sorry that I upset you. I suppose I should've told you what happened instead of letting you find out from the students," Snape replied.
Hermione smiled for the first time since she'd come. "On the bright side, you did make me a little snow cloud."
"Indeed I did," Snape answered with pride.
"What possessed you to create the spell to make it?" Hermione asked.
"Originally I wanted to fill my classroom with snow and propose to you, just because I know you love snow so much," he answered.
"That's beautiful, Severus!" she replied.
"Now that the secret's out, will you please marry me Hermione?"
Her answer was in her kiss. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes."
"Good," Severus answered. "I'd hate to lose you over a food fight."
"Now," Hermione began. "How long will that little snow cloud last?"
"Two hours," Severus answered with a frown. "I don't know how to make it disappear on its own."
"Good," Hermione replied. "We can claim that we were snowed in together."
Severus smirked as Hermione led him to the bedroom. Maybe he'd get to experience some of that passion after all…