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Marriage Law	By : teshara Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Marriage Law
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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Marriage Law Chapter 32

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�It didn�t happen to me, Ginny,� said Harry.

They sat in the Three Broomsticks drinking Butterbeers on a
weekend where Ginny could visit Hogsmede. Harry wore something that looked like
a green silk ski mask and a pair of shaded goggles. Ginny said it made him look
like a color-challenged bee. She could still see his mouth and he grinned at
her.

�It�s a part of you, Harry,� said Ginny. �More than it�s a
part of me, and I know how much a part of me it is.�

�I know,� said Harry. �But it didn�t happen to me. It was a
long time ago and happened to someone else.�

�I can still taste that filthy rag,� said Ginny, shuddering.

�So can I,� said Harry, sipping his Butterbeer.

�How could you live like that?� Ginny asked.

�The Dursleys were never like that,� Harry said. �They
certainly weren�t pleasant, but my Uncle never beat me. He may have threatened
to and he shoved me, but he never hurt me. Dudley beat
me when we were small, but he hasn�t really done anything but throw insults at
me in years.�

�How could his father just leave him?� Ginny asked. �Just-
gone.�

�He got what he deserved,� said Harry darkly. �I don�t care
what anyone says. He got what he deserved.�

�I agree,� said Ginny firmly.

Tom Riddle senior had pleaded for his life, thinking he was
talking to an annoyed male member of his former wife�s family. He n eve even
knew the hand that killed him was his own son�s.

�Hello, Ginny,� came a familiar voice from behind them. It
sounded a little worried.

�Hello, Hermione,� Harry said cheerfully.

�Harry?� Hermione asked quietly. When he nodded firmly she
slipped into the booth with them. �What aru dou doing here?�

�Meeting Ginny for a drink,� said Harry. �Would you like a
Butterbeer?�

Madame Rosmerta thunked a bottle down on the heavy wooden
table as she passed.

�That�s service,� Ginny said, impressed.

Harry opened Hermiones bottle and handed it to her.

�Thanks,� said Hermione, taking a drink from the bottle.

�So, where�s that husband of yours?� Harry asked.

�Come out and enjoy himself?� Hermione said, shocked. �When
there are dungeons to skulk about in? You must be thinking of someone else.�

Ginny giggled and Harry shook his head.

�You really do look like a bee, you know,� said Hermione.

�I know,� said Harry. �It�s for everyone�s good. If I took
this off it would be pandemonium.�

�Good evening, Miss Weasley, Madame Snape,� Professor
McGonagall�s face turned stern. �Mr. Potter,� she said much quieter.

�Hello, Professor,� the three teenagers echoed. Harry
shifted uncomfortably.

To Hermione�s surprise McGonagall slid into the booth with
them.

�Mr. Potter,� said McGonagall seriously. �I thought we were
going to keep your appearance under wraps, as it were, until further notice.�

�He is wrapped, Professor,� piped up Ginny.

�I really have seen stranger in here,� said Hermione,
cringing.

She knew Harry was tired of staying at home and the public
had to get used to him sooner or later. On the other hand, this may not be the
right time to unveil his new look.

�Gillywater, Professor?� Madame Rosmerta asked.

�Yes, please,� said McGonagall. �Small, dear.�

Rosmerta bustled off to retrieve McGonagall�s drink and
those at the table leaned in.

�Ginny�s father says the Hornets plan on announcing you to
their lineup a week before Halloween,� said McGonagall. �A small picture of you
will be with the other team members.�

�So that�s what the meeting is about tomorrow,� said Harry.
�They asked me what size robes I required.�

�This will get the public used to your appearance before the
Halloween Festival,� said McGonagall.

Hermione nodded silently.

�You might want to run it in the same issue as another
interview with Harry about his change,� said Hermione.

Harry looked at her. At least she assumed he looked at her,
his head turned in her direction.

�It�s a good idea, Potter,� said McGonagall.

Harry sighed.

�I bet Luna would do it again,� said Ginny, reaching out a
hand to him.

�That might not be too bad,� said Harry, slowly.

�You have to think about PR now, Harry,� said Hermione.

�PR?� Ginny asked.

�Public relations,� said Hermione. �How you can manipulate
the media to influence the public�s opinion of you.�

�Well, that�s horrible,� said Ginny.

�Horrible it may be,� McGonagall said. �But Madame Snape is
right. You need to think about these things, Potter.�

Colin Creevy suddenly hopped in front of their table and
snapped a picture.

�Oh, Colin,� Ginny groaned as she was blinded by a bright
flash.

�It�ll make a great picture,� said Colin, adjusting the
knobs on his camera.

�I swear one day-,� Hermione grumbled under her breath as
she blinked blue spots.

�Mr. Creevy, I would ask you to please refrain from
assaulting the patrons of this fine establishment with your camera,� said
Professor McGonagall.

�I second that,� said Madame Rosmerta from behind him. She
had Professor McGonagall�s Gillywater balanced on a tray with several bottles
of Butterbeer and a large mug. �Take it outside or put it away.�

Colin sulked away as the drinks were served. Harry nodded
and three more Butterbeers appeared in f of of them.

�Thanks, Harry,� said Hermione as he opened her second
drink.

�We should stop at Zonko�s,� said Ginny, after Professor
McGonagall had excused herself to a table with Professors Flitwick and
Sinistra. �Fred and George said they placed a big order and I want to see how
they�re selling.�

�I don�t know,� said Hermione.

�Oh come on, Hermione,� Harry said. �You�re a councilor, not
a teacher.�

�Still,� said Hermione. �Go enjoy yourselves. I�m hitting
the candy shop and going back.�

After they finished their drinks they parted and Hermione
watched as Harry pulled a hood over his head and he made his way through the
crowd with Ginny. Whispers followed them and Hermione knew his disguise hadn�t
fooled anyone. At least no one was running and screaming.

***

�For a child of dentists you certainly have a sweet tooth,�
Severus remarked as he nodded at Hermione�s bag from Zonko�s.

�I don�t go out for supplies every week,� pointed out
Hermione.

�You could come with me,� said Severus, running a finger
down a column in his grading book. He made a mark near a name and shook his
head.

�I might,� Hermione said. �What are you doing?�

�Marking the Muggle-born,� said Severus. �Good idea to keep
a close eye on them the first few months. Prevents accidents.�

�I saw Harry,� Hermione said as she sat on the couch near
Severus.

�Really?� Severus said, his eyebrows raised. �Is Hogsmede
still standing?�

�It was the last I saw,� Hermione said. �He was wearing a
face covering and goggles.�

�Clever,� said Severus dryly. �Did he come up with that idea
all on his own?�

Before Hermione could answer, Professor Dumbledore�s face
appeared in the fireplace.

�I�m going to need you, Hermione,� he said quickly.

�What happened?� Severus asked.

�Harry was overwhelmed and unmasked at Zonko�s,� said
Dumbledore. �The results were disastrous.�

Hermione and Severus both groaned.

�I�ll need these,� Hermione said grabbing her bag of sweets.

�Undoubtedly,� said Severus as Hermione charged into the
green flames.

He shook his head at her as she disappeared. She was going
to burn herself out.

***

Hermione tiptoed into Severus� quarters late, only to find
it empty.

Most students had recovered well enough to talk to Harry,
who was in Dumbledore�s office, apologizing profusely. A few had been truly
shaken and had gone to Madame Pomfrey. One girl had been absolutely hysterical.
Hermione had stayed with her a long time before Madame Pomfrey gave the girl a
sedating potion.

Hermione went into her quarters, where she found Severus
sleeping. He looked like he was snoring, but didn�t make a sound. She smiled
fondly and crawled in beside him.

***

Severus rose at dawn and looked at Hermione. She usually
wore a nightgown, but tonight she hadn�t bothered and was just wearing a shirt
and her knickers. He estimated she had been asleep a few hours.

He crept out of bed and onto the ledge of her window. With
any luck they would have fresh breakfast.

***

Hermione woke to the smell of fresh fish. She stretched and
yawned.

�I hoped to have fresh breakfast for you,� said Severus.
�You�re lucky you slept until noon.�

�Not a good day?� Hermione asked.

�Just a late good day,� said Severus. �The fish were not
cooperating.�

�Well, I see they finally surrendered,� Hermione said as she
rose and went to her table. Salmon, rice, and asparagus waited for her. �Silly
fish. Whatever were they thinking?�

Severus caught her forehead with his lips as she walked
around the table and handed her a plate.

�Where did you get the grill?� Hermione asked, looking at
the cooking device set on a piece of concrete to sink the heat.

�Transfigured it,� said Severus. �I figured you�d have my
head if I bothered the elves to prepare us a special meal.�

�Haven�t seen Dobby in quite a while,� said Hermione. �He
may have liked to join us.�

Severus made a face at the idea of dining with a house elf,
but stayed silent.

�He�s still in Russia,�
said Severus.

�Still?� Hermione asked as she
began eating. �What�s he doing that�s taking so long?�

Severus looked at her like she had lost her mind.

�What?� Hermione asked.

�You really have no idea, do you?� Severus asked.

�No,� said Hermione frowning. �What am I missing?�

Severus delicately explained the mating habits of house
elves.

�He�s hired himself out for stud services?� Hermione
spluttered.

�That�s a crude way of putting it,� Severus said.

�Well, really,� said Hermione testily. �He�ll return when
life is conceived?�

�The litter won�t come until summer,� Severus said. �The
family isn�t in Russia.
She�ll have months of light chores and relaxation. Elves are far tougher than
you think.�

Litter?� Hermione exclaimed. Hermione
thought for a moment and a smile crept across her face.

�I think I�m going to Diagon Alley this afternoon,� Hermione
said.

�Don�t go overboard,� said Severus. �I think you need
another bookshelf before you get any more books.�

�I�ll keep it in mind,� said Hermione.
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