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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: number two of the day. I hope to have the actual Christmas breakfast and the presents and all that up today, if I can't, It'll be tomorrow.

Arrival at the Burrow

Two separate ‘pops’ signal our arrival, and I stalk up the path towards the thing the Weasleys call their home, but I call a menace, and if it wasn’t for magic, I am certain the idiotic looking thing could topple over at any moment now.

Before we even manage it to the garden gates, the front door opens and Molly Weasley beams back at us, while several red-headed children, undoubtedly the woman’s grandchildren, run outside as if happy to finally escape the confined space inside.

I fear for my day, my sanity and even my life a little, but mostly for my sanity. This is probably going to be the worst day in my existence, and trust me, I have had days more horrible than most people could imagine.

“Aunty Hermione! Grandma, look! It’s aunty Hermione!” the children run past me in a flash of red, and, I now realize, white, hair, which must mean these, or at least one of them, are the Veela’s children. I can’t begrudge William the urge to make as many as he can with the half-breed. Of course I can’t, I’m a man gifted with healthy eye-sight.

“I can see that darling, I can see that. Hello, Severus.” She smiles her motherly smile at me and I can feel my stomach starting to protest. I truly do not feel like doing this.

“Molly” I nod at her as I turn to stand by her side to wait for Granger, yes, for now, she’s back to Granger, to join emerge from the pile of children. Though I am loathe to admit it, I catch my lips trying to form themselves into a small smile. The eldest child has latched himself onto her leg and I recognize him as Lupin’s child, Teddy. The vibrant blue hair is unmistakable. The smallest one, a little girl with the signature red hair of the Weasley clan trailing down her back, clings to Hermione’s front, and though I have no clue as to what her name is I believe it’s William’s youngest daughter, due to the uncanny resemblance to the white-haired child currently hanging from Hermione’s back. Several others, three more girls, a boy and what appears to be a set of brunette twins, jump around them in circles, looking remarkably like those Indians in all those muggle children’s stories. The Native American variety, not the holy cow type.

I take a moment to look the woman over, while leaning against the side of the house next to the doorway, which is still filled by all that is the Weasley matriarch. Her laugh reaches me from across the garden, and even from where I am standing, I can see her eyes lighting up at the joy of having her nieces and nephews around her. I feel a small pang in my heart, and know that this is where she belongs. I can only hope I make it through the day without killing someone. Maybe then, just maybe, might I stand a chance with her.

Molly’s voice drags me out of my thoughts.

“I am so glad you two decided to join us, Severus. Of course, it was quite a shock when Hermione told us you would be joining her, but we always have another place at the table, you know that. We were so worried when Harry told us you were whisking her away on some adventure, no one should miss Christmas with their family.”

I raise an eyebrow but I don’t move my gaze from Hermione.

“I assure you, Molly, I did not decide to join you. I believe I can state I was forced. Neither did I whisk her away. This trip of ours is part of her duty as a potions mistress. Or, at the very least, it will be. I have been gone every Christmas for the last ten years, Molly, and it never harmed me.”

From the corner of my eye I can see her turn to me, but I won’t give her more than a glance in her direction before settling my gaze back on Hermione. The children have by now worked her onto the ground, and suddenly I understand why she’s wearing jeans for Christmas. Anything else would’ve been ruined by now.

Molly babbles something at me but I hardly notice. Hermione has made it back up to her feet again and she has picked up one of the dark-haired twins. The boy wiggles a little in her grasp but eventually settles for touching his forehead to hers while she speaks to him, her lips drawn up into a most radiant smile. Though her hair is a mess, her face and clothing are streaked with mud and she is surrounded by Weasleys, I decide I have never seen her look more beautiful than she looks right now. While holding a child with my complexion, and my hair-color.

The moment is short-lived as I see something glint in the morning sunlight. The idiot girl has once again done something without knowing the consequences.

A gasp at my side alerts me I am not the only one who noticed. Molly’s looking at me with large eyes, her mouth slightly open and altogether just completely dumbfounded. And behind her, Merlin help me, Remus has appeared, looking equally stupefied.

Molly is the first to find her voice.

“Is that…?”

“What else could it be?” Lupin pipes up from over her shoulder.

“It is” I sigh. No point in denying it now.

“But that’s… Is that why…. It can’t be….”

With one hand soothingly on her shoulder, the wolf tries to calm her.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Molly. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for it.”

He gives me a piercing look. I blink back at him, looking innocent. Which, in this case, I am. I cannot believe that amidst all the internal chaos of the night I forgot about Narcissa’s little stunt last evening. Another small surge of anger washes through me, but I am able to quell it quite quickly.

“Narcissa gave it to her last night. I didn’t notice she was wearing it this morning.” With a little shrug I add, “And I highly doubt she has any idea what it means.”

“But shouldn’t we tell her?”

“I don’t think it would matter, Molly. You know it’s a pureblood tradition and neither Hermione nor Severus are purebloods. I believe that renders the contracts naught and makes the necklace nothing but that, a necklace.”

I frown over to Remus for a moment, and though I know I should let it go, Molly is calming down and what he says is mostly true, except for one thing.

“It’s more than just a necklace, Lupin.” I snarl. He kind of hit a sore spot there. “You are very well aware of that. Not only is that the Prince necklace, it was my mother’s necklace, and later my best friends’. Which apparently means a great deal to her. Narcissa, my best friend, gave it to her. A pure-blood. Someone who, as of yesterday evening, formally welcomed her into pure-blood society. Think on that Lupin.”

Molly has by now gone a ghostly pale to rival my own.

“Was she introduced?” she asks.

I shake my head lightly.

“No, merely acknowledged, if you will. They entered the ballroom together.”

A small gasp from Molly and a bright smile from Remus are all I get, and when I turn back towards Hermione, I notice her walking closer towards us, her necklace out of her shirt and where everyone can see it. Scanning her quickly for the other accessories of the night before I am glad she was only foolish enough to wear the necklace. It’s one thing to announce to the world she is betrothed to a Prince, another entirely to claim marriage. A quick charm glamours the necklace to a small pretty chain and I mutter a ‘you will tell no one’ towards the two in the doorway, who nod at my solemn expression. Needless to say, I am not amused.

A/N: thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter.
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