First and foremost, I would like to point out that though I am not, nor will I ever be J. K. Rowling. So needless to say, I don't own anything Harry Potter, so if you recognize it, I probably don't own it
Secondly this is my first ever attempt at a Grape so flamers, go easy. (SnaMione or whatever it's called, I personally prefer Grape).
Thirdly except for a few brief mentions, the life of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort is completely ignored. Well at least, as of right now I'm not planning on using his name a lot.
Fourthly, 99.987654321% of this story will be in Hermione's P.O.V. Except for a few brief spots of somebody else's. Though, it's more like 69.987654321% I've put in a lot more Severus P.O.V.'s than I was expecting to when I originally started writing this.
Fifthly, I will never beg for reviews, but I would greatly appreciate them. I'm all for constructive criticism, and would also greatly appreciate that, but as for my number two, flamers please go easy.
And last, but most certainly not least, Enjoy!
By the way, if you have a request for any pairing, send it to me. I do a lot of different pairings, in case you haven't noticed, and am interested on any thoughts you might have.
P.S. Sorry that I haven't been replying to the review recently! On my next day off from work I'll go back and reply to them!
As per usual, thanks go out to the ever amazing beta Aimless Wonder! Thank you for your wonderful editing.
Deseo del Corazón
75 Days and Counting
Hermione sat next to Severus in the stands that surrounded the Quidditch pitch. "I'm so excited," she said cheerfully.
She didn't notice the odd look he gave her until he said, "I was under the impression that you hated Quidditch."
Smiling at him, Hermione leaned against his side. "Oh, I do. But I never got to spend close to two hours cuddled up against a devastatingly handsome, and shall I say it, warm man. Therefore it will be much better than previous Quidditch games that I've been too."
He gave her a warm smile as the players walked out on the field.
Harry flew in circles around the pitch, trying fervently to catch sight of the elusive, golden snitch. His eyes ran over the players, before they finally fell on Draco Malfoy, who was speeding upwards towards... the snitch! Pulling the handle of his Firebolt upwards, Harry hugged himself close to the broom before shooting off after the blond Slytherin.
The roaring of the wind covered the sounds of cheering from the stands below as Harry quickly caught up along to Malfoy's side, both of them reaching a hand out towards the fluttering ball. It wasn't until it suddenly changed direction, darting down towards the pitch that Harry decided to execute a move that he'd been practicing.
Loosening the one-handed grip he had on the handle, he threw himself off of the side of the broom, and starting to free fall towards the ground hundreds of feet beneath him, his left hand still outstretched towards the snitch; as it quickly closed in on the ball, Harry pulled his wand out with his free hand, wordlessly casting a summoning charm on his broom. His fingers closed around the snitch as his now, he tucked his wand back into his pants, and he brought it back up to catch his broom before swinging himself back onto it, his left arm thrust into the air.
Hermione clenched her fists tightly as she walked towards Harry who had landed back down on the turf. The fellow Gryffindors, who had seen enough of her rage to know not to get in between her and whoever she was about to chew out, moved off to the side. She was about two meters away from Harry when he saw her, and his eyes widened.
"What the bloody hell is your problem?" she screeched. "After all the shit we went through last year, you decide that you want to try and kill yourself to catch a bloody snitch!" She did not notice (nor care) when a Slytherin placed her under the Sonorus Charm. "HOW DARE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO GINNY? SHE'S ONLY BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE SHE WAS TEN YEARS OLD, AND NOW THAT THE TWO OF YOU ARE FINALLY ENGAGED SHE COULD LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY. WHAT ABOUT RON?"
"'Mione," he said calmly.
"WHAT ABOUT ME, HARRY? YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND AND THE CLOSEST THING TO A BROTHER THAT I WILL EVER HAVE. WHY WOULD YOU―"
Harry stepped forward and placed a hand over her mouth. "Hermione Jean Granger. If I was going to kill myself then I would have done it after the D.O.M. incident." She tried to shove his hand off, but he held it firm. "And do you seriously think that I'm stupid enough to try a move like that without having practiced it first, and made sure that I was even able to do it? I'm not the type to throw myself off of a broom just for a game, and you know that."
Her eyes moistened, before she shoved his hand away, and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I was so worried. I haven't been this worried since Godric's Hollow."
Harry hugged her back. When they stepped away from each other, Harry opened his mouth to say something when Ginny came along and punched him in the arm. She was smirking. "I was going to threaten to do horrible things to your 'bits', but decided that with the thorough dressing down that our darling Hermione just gave you, that it wasn't necessary. But she didn't hit you, so I figured that I could do that."
Harry pulled her into his arms, just as a hand fell on Hermione's elbow and started to lead her away.
"He can be such a bloody git sometimes," she murmured softly to Severus, wiping away the solitary tear that had fallen.
"It's okay, love."
73 Days and Counting
"I don't see why I have to be here," Severus grumbled to her.
The two of them were seated at a small table in one of the few private rooms at the Three Broomsticks.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione sent him a look. "It's your wedding too, Sev, and I refuse to do the planning on my own."
"You wouldn't be doing it on you―"
"Well as I live and breathe, if it isn't Severus Snape, finally settling down."
They both turned around to look at the wedding planner.
"Sylvia?" he asked as the witch approached.
Sylvia reached her hand out to Hermione. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Ms. Granger. I have heard so much about you."
Hermione shook the proffered hand, snorting at her comment. "Do not believe everything that you've read in the Daily Prophet. I can guarantee that I have never slept with Harry, Victor, or, on Rita's especially horrific days, Sirius Black. Nor was I involved in any awkward love triangles with Ronald or Harry."
The other woman smiled brightly before holding her arm out towards Severus. "That's good to hear; less trouble down the line for your marriage." She took the seat on the opposite side of the table. "Now, the Ministry informs me that your wedding is to be on the Second of January. What I need to know is; where you will have the wedding; who you are inviting; where will you be holding the reception; what will be on the menu; what will your colors be; and if you have a theme what will it be. I need as many details as possible." Then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, "And who will be the bridesmaids and groomsmen."
Hermione leaned down and pulled what looked like a child's journal out of her bag, with a dark blush gracing her cheeks. "Now, I know that most of this will need to be changed, as this was the way that I wanted my wedding to go when I was eight. And I quite doubt that I will be able to get Jackie Chan and 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin to battle for entertainment after the ceremony."
"And what of the venue?" Sylvia asked.
Hermione looked over at Severus and raised an eyebrow, allowing him to request something.
"The only place that I could think of holds, I'm sure, horrid memories for the both of us." At her curious look, he continued, "The gardens at Malfoy Manor would be my only suggestion."
Hermione looked out of the only window in the room. "I didn't see the gardens, I just saw the large hedges."
He reached over and caressed her face. "This is exactly why neither the ceremony nor the reception will be held there."
She looked at him tenderly. "As long as we would be alone, or with Sylvia there with us, I would be willing to see the gardens if you so wanted."
"I will see if Lucius and Narcissa would care. Narcissa may want to join us so that she could apologize for everything that happened."
Hermione's face turned contemplative. "I don't think that I would mind if she were there―Harry told me what she did for him in the forest. In fact, I think that I would like her to be there. Never hurts to have a second opinion."
The smile he gave her was radiant, seemingly impressed that she would even think about having their wedding, or reception in the gardens at Malfoy Manor. "What were your suggestions, love?" he asked softly, still astonished.
She opened the small book in front of her. "Mommy told me that she and Daddy got married in a big white church. I don't think that I want to be married in a church, churches are for people that believe in a higher power. I think that I would like to get married in an open field, surrounded by magic," she read out.
Sylvia smiled as she nodded. "We can certainly arrange for that, especially the magic part. Did you have any 'fields' in mind? "
Having finished with brushing her teeth, Hermione rinsed her mouth out before wiping her face with a small towel. She gave herself a passing look in the mirror before exiting the bathroom, turning off the light as she went. However, as she stepped back into the bedroom, she couldn't help but pause in the doorway.
Severus lay sprawled out on his back on the bed, his arms spread, and snoring lightly. Hermione snorted before approaching and sliding in beside him, her head on his chest, and an arm across his torso.
As she dozed off next to him, she felt his arm wrap around her, holding her tightly against him.
Do I even need to write the same question that I almost always leave here at the bottom? I shall do it anyway. What do you think?