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Twenty Four Hours	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10678 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so. Original Characters are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
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Hermione smoothed down her dress before walking through the garden towards the huge marquee.
Lisa walked alongside her, twirling the bouquet she was carrying. ‘At least it’s a nice day for it,’ she said jovially. ‘Having seen what the weather was like yesterday I thought we were all going to be in macs and galoshes.’
‘I think there’s more rain forecast for later this afternoon, but the ceremony will be out of the way by then and we’ll all be in the marquee,’ Hermione informed her.
‘How do you feel?’ Lisa asked. She studied her friend carefully.
Hermione shrugged. ‘A bit weird actually. I can’t explain it. It’s not like I thought it would never happen but . . . well . . . you know.’
‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’ Lisa went ahead of Hermione, opening the flap of the marquee.
‘Okay, you lot, get out. It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.’
‘She isn’t here yet,’ a male voice complained.
‘She will be in a minute, so get out all of you — go on.’ Lisa stood in the entrance with her arms crossed glaring at the men, who slowly began to rouse themselves and moved complainingly out of the other entrance. Hermione stood behind her, waiting for the tent to empty.
Once everyone was gone Hermione followed Lisa in. Lisa dumped her bouquet on a table, picked up an open bottle of champagne and filled two flutes, passing one to Hermione as both women sat down. Hermione’s bouquet joined the other.
They clinked glasses.
‘To the perfect wedding,’ Lisa said with a grin.
‘Let’s hope it all goes smoothly,’ Hermione added.
‘You worry too much,’ Lisa told her.
Hermione shrugged. ‘It’s in my nature. Anyway, I just want everything to be perfect.’
‘I know you do and I’m sure it will be.’
Hermione sighed. ‘I just can’t believe that Ron is getting married before I am. I know we’ve been busy with work and everything, but Severus and I seem to have been engaged forever.’
Lisa chuckled. ‘Maybe today will give him the hint that he needs to get a move on. You look pretty hot in that dress — if he doesn’t hurry up someone else will snap you up.’
Hermione stared at the hideous bridesmaid’s dresses she and Lisa were both wearing and grimaced.
‘Do you think she put us in these on purpose?’ she asked. ‘I just can’t imagine someone choosing them except as a joke . . . or to get revenge, but I can’t see why Catherine would do that.’
There was a scrabbling noise outside the marquee and a moment later another woman, younger, but also wearing the same hideous dress as Hermione and Lisa entered.
‘Come and sit down, Charlotte. Have a glass of champagne.’ Lisa held out a just-filled glass. ‘We were just debating whether these dresses were some sort of revenge thing.’
‘They aren’t very nice, are they?’ Charlotte said meekly as she took the champagne and sat down. Her bouquet joined the others.
‘I’m not sure which bit is worse — the style, the fabric or the colour scheme,’ Lisa said.
‘I think it’s a mixture of all three things together,’ Hermione said uncertainly. ‘Perhaps if you took the elements separately they’d be okay.’
‘That fabric wouldn’t be okay on anything, except maybe a sofa,’ Lisa said, her nose wrinkling.
‘Are the men dressed the same?’ Hermione asked.
Charlotte nodded morosely. ‘Their waistcoats and ties are made of the same fabric.’
‘So, just extremely poor taste then,’ Lisa said.
‘When did you find out that Catherine had a thing about your ex-husband?’ Charlotte asked Hermione, trying to change the subject but managing it poorly.
Hermione shrugged. ‘The first I knew of it was when she came and told me she was leaving. I was a bit surprised, obviously, I didn’t think she knew him that well — but I guess it only takes one meeting.’
‘She was always really interested in him before the two of you split up,’ Lisa said. ‘She was always getting gossip about him from her friend Marcy in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so maybe she fancied him even back then.’
‘Well good luck to her,’ Hermione said. ‘If she can put up with Ron she deserves him. They seem really happy, and I think the joke shop suits her better than being in the laboratory. I think they both found their ideal match.’
‘So when are you and Severus finally going to tie the knot?’ Charlotte asked.
Hermione shrugged. ‘How long’s a piece of string?’ Sardonically, she added, ‘I think the proposal was a grand gesture rather than anything else.’
‘Surely not?’ Charlotte looked shocked. ‘It’s obvious that Severus really loves you.’
‘Hmm, yes. And I think for Severus that’s the point. Everyone knows we’re a couple so he doesn’t feel any need to go any further. I suspect I could have a long wait unless Lisa’s right and I look so amazing in this dress that someone tries to sweep me off my feet today. Then he might do something about it.’
‘Maybe we should arrange something,’ Lisa said wickedly.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, definitely not. I’ve got more than enough to do with work and I’m perfectly happy with things as they are at the moment. I don’t need to get married again.’ She looked at her watch. ‘Have we got any idea where the bride’s got to? I thought she was supposed to be here by now.’
‘She running late,’ Charlotte said knowledgeably. ‘She’s always late.’
‘Bride’s prerogative, I suppose,’ Hermione said. She picked up the bottle and poured some more champagne for everyone while Lisa went to find another bottle.
There was a loud squeal as a huge white silk puffball exploded into the marquee. Hermione jumped, almost dropping her glass. She looked at Lisa, wondering if the noise had scared her as well.
‘Oh sweet Merlin, don’t you all look adorable,’ Catherine trilled. She had her hands clasped together as she stared at her three surprised bridesmaids. ‘Stand together, girls, let me see you with your bouquets.’
Hermione, Lisa and Charlotte picked up their bouquets and moved so they stood in a line awaiting Catherine’s approval.
She squealed again, jumping up and down as she clapped her hands together with excitement. ‘You look so wonderful. Just exactly how I envisaged you. That fabric is absolutely perfect.’
Hermione and Lisa shot each other a quick glance, Hermione having to bite her bottom lip before she burst out laughing.
‘Have a glass of champagne,’ Lisa said passing Catherine a glass. ‘I would say sit down but I don’t think you’re going to manage it in that, are you?’
They all stared at the huge meringue concoction of a dress that seemed to take up half the marquee.
‘This is just for the wedding service,’ Catherine confided. It’s removable so when we have the meal I’ll be able to sit down. I’ve got another gown for this evening.’
‘Yet she’s expecting us to wear these crappy old frocks all day,’ Lisa muttered.
Hermione hissed at her to shut up, but Catherine was clearly off in a world of her own and had no idea that anyone had even spoken.
‘I’ve dreamt of this day for so long and it’s exactly how I imagined it would be,’ she said dreamily.
She was twirling around the marquee as if dancing to unheard music. Then, without warning, she swooped and grabbed Hermione into a big hug.
‘Thank you so much for letting me marry Ron,’ she said.
Hermione looked surprised. ‘I didn’t have anything to do with it, Catherine.’
‘But you did. He would never have married me if you didn’t approve of me.’
‘I honestly don’t think I feature that heavily in Ron’s life, not for a long time now anyway,’ Hermione assured her. ‘But I’m glad he’s marrying you. I honestly think you’ll both be very happy together.’
Seemingly assured by the response, Catherine released her and floated away.
‘What was your wedding dress like?’ Lisa asked interestedly as she watched Catherine.
‘Plain, straight and strapless,’ Hermione said. ‘I didn’t want anything fussy.’
‘And the bridesmaids?’
‘There was only Ginny and she wore the same dress as me but in green because it went really well with her hair.’
‘Do you think Ron knows what’s coming to get him?’ Lisa asked. She had a wicked grin on her face now.
‘Probably not, but it’s going to be entertaining watching him,’ Hermione said. She too was smiling evilly.
‘It’s time to go,’ Charlotte said, a little unnecessarily as the wedding march had started playing outside the marquee.
‘Where’s your dad got to?’ Hermione asked.
‘I don’t know. He said he was going to follow me down,’ Catherine said unhappily. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
‘I’ll go and find him,’ Lisa told her, patting her on the shoulder in a reassuring manner. ‘You all wait here and be ready to leave as soon we get back.’ Rolling her eyes, she gave Hermione her bouquet.
Hermione stared at her gratefully. ‘Be quick,’ she said.
Lisa nodded.
A couple of minutes later she was back with Catherine’s father.
‘He was out the front chatting and didn’t hear the music start,’ she explained. She offloaded him onto his daughter then took the bouquet from Hermione.
‘It’s show time!’
‘Enjoy,’ Hermione said and she kissed Catherine on the cheek as she passed her on her way out of the marquee.
She waited for Lisa and Charlotte to join her, then the three of them walked down the long aisle that had been decorated in the same pink and white rose pattern fabric that their dresses had been made of. Everywhere there were swathes of pink ribbons and vases full of pink and white roses. Hermione could see Ron and Harry standing at the front both dressed in grey dress robes with the waistcoats and ties that matched the rest of the décor.
Knowing Ron as well as she did, Hermione suspected that he was feeling a bit embarrassed as the outfit clashed dreadfully with his hair. She gave both men a sympathetic grin as she took her place opposite them. Harry returned the knowing look, Ron shrugged and smiled.
‘Good luck,’ Hermione whispered and smiled back, then turned and watched with everyone else as Catherine and her father made their way down the aisle.

‘What the fuck is that you’re wearing? It’s hideous,’ Severus said when Hermione finally joined him once the service was over.
‘Don’t you like it? I thought it was pretty sexy,’ Hermione teased.
Severus shook his head, looking disgusted. ‘I worry about you sometimes, you know.’
Hermione gave him a hug. ‘I didn’t choose the outfit although I do get to keep it, lucky me.’
‘As long as you don’t ever wear it again.’
‘And I thought you would be dying to rip it off me and ravish me,’ Hermione said sounding disappointed.
Severus grunted. ‘I might rip it off you, but not because of lust. I can guarantee that dress doesn’t even raise a flicker of interest.’
‘Not with you, maybe, but there are several young men out there who seem to be enamoured. Maybe I should go and speak to one of them instead.’
Hermione released him and went to move away, but Severus pulled her down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.
‘I think you’ll find that it’s Charlotte they’re enchanted by, not that awful dress . . . although it does look pretty good on her,’ he added, leering at the girl.
Hermione slapped him. ‘Are you saying they won’t be interested in me?’
‘They’re not getting the chance, my love. You’re mine, even if you are so hideously attired.’ He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. ‘Do you know how long we have to stay for?’
‘All day,’ Hermione told him. ‘We’ve got the wedding breakfast in a minute and then there’s the reception this evening.’
Severus rolled his eyes. ‘Have we honestly got to stay here all that time?’
Hermione nodded.
‘Are you going to be wearing that bloody awful dress for the whole day?’
Hermione nodded again.
Severus groaned. ‘It’s bad enough that I had to come in the first place. I don’t even understand why we had to come to your ex-husband’s wedding.’
‘Because it wasn’t just my ex-husband,’ Hermione reminded him. ‘It was also an ex-colleague of both of ours, and she asked me to be a bridesmaid. I couldn’t really say no, could I? Anyway, it’s just one day.’
‘I suppose at least Catherine didn’t make you wear a dress like the one she wore. I definitely couldn’t put up with you in that all day. I don’t have a clue how she’s going to sit down,’ Severus grumbled.
‘The skirt comes off,’ Hermione said.
Severus scowled. ‘Then what’s the bloody point of wearing it in the first place?’
Hermione shrugged. ‘I assume she wanted a big dress.’
‘I hope you’re not thinking of wearing something like that for our wedding.’
‘Ooh, are we finally getting married then?’ Hermione had to work hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
‘Not if you’re going to do anything like this,’ Severus said indicating the garish decorations.
Hermione could tell that he was already getting antsy, which meant his behaviour was sure to deteriorate over the course of the day. She was going to have to resort to blackmail.
‘If you play nicely for the next couple of hours, I’ll let you have a bit of a break between dinner and the reception,’ she cajoled.
‘What do you mean by a break?’ Severus looked at her suspiciously.
Hermione shrugged. ‘Oh, I don’t know . . . we could go back to the hotel for a couple of hours and find something to do. I refer you back to my previous comment about ravishing.’
‘I can get rid of that bloody dress?’
‘Yep. If you play your cards right, but I want you on your best behaviour until the end of the meal.’
Severus considered for a moment. ‘You know, I think you might be right about that dress, Hermione. It is pretty bloody sexy.’

Hermione lay warm and cosy in Severus’ arms. The hideous dress lay in tatters on the floor, where it had been ever since he had ripped it from her within seconds of them entering their room.
She looked down at the destroyed garment, feeling a little guilty about what had happened to it. Catherine loved the dresses, even if no one else did, and would surely be heartbroken to discover what had happened to it. Hermione made a mental note to get it repaired. She would never wear the dress again but at least it would be intact in case Catherine ever wanted to see it.
Hermione moved her arm slightly to look at her watch. It was almost six o’clock. Soon they would need to think about moving. They needed to return to the wedding reception before they were missed, even though she was fairly certain that Severus didn’t want to go back.
‘Time to get up I’m afraid,’ she told him with a kiss on his forehead.
Severus groaned, then he grabbed her and pushed her down beneath him on the bed.
‘Do you know what, that dress made me hornier than I thought it would,’ he said, ‘or at least removing it did.’
‘As much as I would love to have sex with you again, we don’t really have time,’ Hermione pointed out. ‘I need to have a shower — as do you.’
‘Don’t tell me you’d rather go back to that bloody wedding rather than do this because I’ll know you’re lying,’ Severus said, rubbing himself against her provocatively.
Hermione moaned. ‘Stop it, Severus. We really don’t have time now. It’ll have to wait until later.’
‘Nope. You’re not going anywhere,’ he insisted.
Hermione moaned again.
‘You are a bad man, Severus Snape.’
‘And that’s why you love me,’ he whispered as he kissed her.

Severus watched Hermione as she watched Ron and Catherine dancing. She had a wistful look about her that he had never seen before and he wondered what she was thinking. Was she remembering her own wedding to Weasley and picturing their first dance together as husband and wife?
He was surprised to find how jealous the thought made him, although he knew it was completely irrational. Hermione was his and Ron was now married to someone else, so it wasn’t as if anything was ever going to happen between them again.
As he continued to watch her, Hermione gazed down at her engagement ring before returning to look back at the dancing couple and Severus remembered her sarcastic response from earlier in the day about them getting married. Perhaps her wistful gaze had nothing to do with Weasley but was instead to do with them and his as yet unfulfilled promise to her.
When Severus had asked Hermione to marry him he’d had every intention of following through on his proposal. But once they had moved into their new jobs and settled into the home he had bought for her it had seemed superfluous and a complete waste of time and money which would gain them little benefit, particularly once Catherine started planning her extravaganza of a wedding.
Severus had thought that Hermione felt the same way as he, not needing a stupid ceremony and a ring to cement their love, but now he realised that he might have been wrong. It seemed Hermione wanted to get married. He could see it in her face, in the tears glistening in her eyes as she watched her ex-husband and his new wife as they danced closely, gazing at each other with fervid devotion.
‘Do you want to dance, my love?’ he asked Hermione once other people started taking to the floor to join the newly-weds. He took hold of her ring hand, stroking it gently as he stared at her.
Hermione shook her head, blinking away the tears that had been threatening, realising that Severus was speaking to her.
She looked embarrassed. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
‘I said do you want to dance?’ Severus smiled and gripped her hand tighter.
Hermione shook her head again. ‘No. I’m fine.’
Her refusal caused a tight feeling in his chest. Severus tried again. ‘Please, my love, I would really like to dance with you.’
‘I’m sorry, Severus, but I’m really not in the mood,’ Hermione said. She pulled her hand from his grasp and stood up. ‘I’m going to the loo. I’ll be back shortly.’
Severus watched her go, wondering what he had done wrong.
‘Knut for ‘em?’
Lisa plonked herself down in the seat next to Severus, her husband Derek quietly taking the seat next to her.
‘Hermione—’ Severus began.
‘Surely you know what’s the matter with her,’ Lisa said. ‘It’s obvious.’
Severus sighed, ‘Apparently not to an idiot like me.’
Lisa studied him with sympathy. ‘You can’t help being a bloke. Your girl’s feeling emotional because of the wedding. She and Ron have still got a bond and it’s difficult for her to see him married — especially when she’s still single.’
‘But she doesn’t want to get married. We’ve talked about it, we’re too busy with work. Anyway, we’re perfectly happy as we are,’ Severus countered.
He shut up, looking glum, as he realised that his recollection might be wrong. While it was true that they had been busy with work, now he came to think of it he didn’t think he and Hermione had ever actually discussed marriage.
Lisa eyed him sceptically. ‘She might have told you that to keep you happy but it’s definitely not what she wants. Poor Hermione, she’s sitting here today, at her ex-husband’s wedding wearing a useless lump of rock that just reminds her that you don’t think enough of her to want her to be your wife, and you wonder what the problem is.’
Severus stared at her in horror. ‘What are you talking about, Lisa?’
‘Oh, come on Severus, you’re not a complete bloody idiot. What was the point of you making that grand gesture and proposing to Hermione in front of the whole world if you never had any intention of getting married to her? It was a wicked thing to do, especially when you knew how much her life was in turmoil at the time. She had already left Ron and had no intention of going back to him so you didn’t need to bribe her with an engagement ring, however pretty it is.’
‘That’s not why I asked her,’ Severus insisted. ‘I love Hermione. I love her more than anything in the world and I wanted her to be my wife . . . I want her to be my wife. It just sort of got swept away with the new job and the new home. Then everything was ticking along okay, and we were busy at work so it seemed a bit pointless, and then Catherine started with all her ridiculous wedding plans and it seemed even more so. I certainly don’t want any of this sort of palaver.’
‘And neither does Hermione,’ Lisa said. ‘But she does want to get married and the fact that you’ve still done nothing about it makes her feel worthless and unloved, however well she tries to hide it.’
‘I knew coming here today would be a mistake,’ Severus said grumpily, feeling unfairly pilloried.
‘The problem isn’t the wedding, it’s you,’ Lisa told him bluntly. ‘All Hermione’s had all day is people asking her when you two are going to tie the knot — almost everyone here was at the Ministry that night and no one can understand why it’s taken you so long to follow up on your proposal.’
‘Well, if she was so worried about it she should have said something to me, shouldn’t she,’ Severus retorted coldly. ‘She never normally keeps her feelings to herself so I don’t know why she kept it bottled up this time.’
Lisa shook her head with incredulity as Derek winced. ‘You really don’t have a clue, do you? Gods, I’ve no idea why Hermione would even want to marry someone as wilfully ignorant as you are.’
‘What am I missing?’ Severus asked, trying to stop the anger and frustration he was feeling from erupting. ‘Please, Lisa. You’re right. I haven’t got a clue.’
Lisa looked at him warily for a moment then gave a small sigh. ‘Hermione thinks you don’t want to marry her. She thinks you used the engagement as a weapon in your battle to win her and that you never had any intention of getting married. She’s trying to make the best of it, but it’s really hurt her, and Ron getting married has just made the wound hurt a bit more.’
Severus looked stunned at her words. ‘But that’s not true.’ He shook his head, seemingly unable to say any more.
‘Maybe not, but that’s how Hermione sees it, and that’s why she’s never said anything to you — because despite everything she loves you and she’s worried that if she pushes for a wedding you’ll end the relationship.’
‘I would never do that. I love her so much it hurts. I’m always terrified she’s going to change her mind and leave me,’ Severus admitted.
‘If that’s true then you need to do something about it . . . and soon,’ Lisa told him.
Severus nodded in agreement, an anxious expression now on his face as he pondered what Lisa had told him. He tried to change it into something more neutral as he spotted Hermione coming towards them.
‘I see you changed dress as well,’ Hermione said pointing at the outfit Lisa was wearing.
‘Too bloody right. As soon as I found out Catherine was wearing a different dress this evening I decided I was as well. You couldn’t have paid me to wear that thing a moment longer than I did. I see you had the same idea.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘My dress had an unfortunate accident, so I had no choice but to get changed.’
‘An accident? What happened to it?’
‘Sadly, it got ripped,’ Severus said. He sounded a bit smug.
‘And what exactly were you doing that caused the dress to rip? Lisa asked.
‘Let’s just say it was getting in the way,’ Hermione said with a wicked grin.
‘Yeah. The bloody material on that thing was really tough. It took a lot of hard work,’ Severus said.
He stood up and held his hand out to Hermione.
‘I know you weren’t in the mood earlier but I really would like to dance with you, Hermione. Please?’
Hermione took his hand. ‘I’m guessing you’re not going to stop pestering me until I give in, so come on, let’s get it over and done with.’
Severus wrapped his arms around and her and gave her a squeeze. ‘I love you so much, and I don’t care whose wedding this is, I’m still the luckiest man here today because I’m with you.’
He kissed her and then they began to dance.
‘Do you think that was enough?’ Lisa asked Derek as they watched the dancers.
Derek nodded. ‘I think so. I think he was quite upset when you spelt it out to him.’
‘So he should have been. I just hope he finally sorts something out.’ Lisa sighed, shaking her head. ‘I dunno. You men are all so bloody useless.’
Derek grinned. ‘It’s lucky I’ve got you to sort me out, love, or I’d never get anything done. I just don’t know how I’d survive.’
She slapped him playfully. ‘Oi, cheeky bugger. Stop being so bloody sarcastic. You know what I mean.’
‘I do,’ Derek agreed equably. He stood up and held out his hand. ‘Are you going to dance with me?’
‘Don’t mind if I do,’ Lisa answered with a smile.
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