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Heavenly Angel	By : teshara Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I am experimenting on how to write out the letters so
they are easily understood on sites that disregard my italics. I apologize for
any confusion.

This chapter is kind of strange because Hermione and Snape
meet and I wanted to capture what they both were thinking, trying to get the
feel of the nervousness that comes with the beginning of every courtship. I
hope I pulled it off.

Feel free to rip the style, content, etc. of this chapter to
pieces.

I imagine Hermione and Snape living a few hours apart, as
the owl flies.

Thank you for all the reviews :)

Heavenly Angel Chapter 8

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Snape woke to a sharp tapping at his window. He groggily
rubbed his eyes and stretched. Aristotle was perched on the outside of his
window ledge, pecking at the glass. It was barely light outside.

�I�m coming,� he slurred sleepily.

His feet hit the cold floor and he winced slightly. He hated
to admit his years were catching up with him, especially as he started what
could be known as the most foolish courtship in the history of the Snape line.

Snape walked stiffly to the window and opened it, letting
both the small owl and a cold gust of wind in. He shivered and slammed the
window shut.

The owl settled on a perch with a letter tied around his
neck. Severus frowned slightly. That was a fast reply. Was the Weasley girl badly
in need of money?

~~

Professor Snape,

I assure you I have
all the Rosemary your estate and your friend could want. If you would owl him
on my behalf it would be wonderful. Thank you.

In regards to
Hermione,

*(�Here it comes,� thought Snape as he steeled himself for
the worst.)*

she is my best friend.
I will accept her choice of partner as she accepted my choices in the past.

However, your
treatment of us and other students at Hogwarts was abysmal at best. I question
your ability to treat Hermione as she deserves.

*(Snape winced. He deserved that.)*

Also, her parents
might be a bit taken aback at the Old Customs. Please take into consideration
their culture before contacting them.

*(So he was supposed to mount and impregnate Hermione before
he met her father; then beg her father to let him live and, by the way: �Please
can I marry your only daughter?� Not bloody likely. Perhaps he was missing
something and should get a second opinion.)*

Also, they may have
heard unfavorable things about you in the past. Sorry, but you�ve no one but
yourself to blame.

*(He inwardly chuckled. The girl did go on like Molly at
times. She did have a point, though.)*

Hermione �has� been unusually quiet about your courtship.

*(Snape frowned. He knew it was a bit surprising, but he
didn�t expect her to turn mute about the subject. Was it a secret to her?

Was she ashamed to be courted by him? He knew he was a
grumpy bastard, but he had not been intentionally rude to her in over a year.

Perhaps it was his age. He glanced at a mirror and studied
his reflection. He looked the same as he had for years. A few youth potions a
year and a swish of the wand to keep light hair away kept him feeling
comfortable.

He could look younger, of course. Like all mothers, his kept
a few locks of his hair from the infrequent times he cut it in his youth. He
could whip up a polyjuice potion and be seventeen again. Whatever Hermione
liked.)*

I suspect it is
because she has not seen you in person. Your letters come frequently, but
sometimes that is not enough. Often the tone of the writer and reader are
different and I�m sure she would like to see the face of her suitor.

*(Snape reluctantly agreed. After the tone of his first
letter he couldn�t blame Hermione for wanting to talk to him in person and find
out his true intentions. It was time for his reply to her letter, anyway. Perhaps
Miss Weasley could be a chaperone.)*

Owl me if you like. If
you intend to keep her at a distance to preserve her reputation you might need
someone close to her as a go-between before it turns into a disaster. Sometimes
things kept at a distance stay that way.

*(Snape scowled. How inept did the Weasley girl think he
was?

�Ginny,� he chided himself. He would have to stop thinking
of her as just another Weasley spawn.

Then again, it would be helpful to have some assistance. Ginny
knew Hermione well and didn�t seem too opposed to his advances towards her.
Ginny was concerned, but didn�t threaten his life. This was a good thing, in
his opinion.)*

Good Luck,

*(Luck? She thought he needed luck?!)*<
<

Ginny Weasley

~~

Severus reached out and scratched Aristotle. He heard light rain
start to fall outside his window and he looked out at the overcast sky, the dayst sst starting.

�What a perfect start to a perfect day,� Snape sighed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione and Ginny were sitting at their kitchen table after
lunch a few days later, labeling small bottles of scented oil when Aristotle
fluttered through the window hooting triumphantly.

�So if it�s from Ari it�s for me; Caesar for you?� Ginny
asked, glancing at the name on the letter.

�I guess,� Hermione said. What did they have so much to be
talking about, anyway? When did she have time to write back to him?

�Rosemary,� Hermione assured herself. �Ron�s right, you�re
paranoid.�

Ginny cracked the Snape seal and read quickly.

~~

Miss Weasley,

I floo�d Oswold this
morning at his shop and he was pleased with the sample of rosemary I showed
him. He is interested with how much you are willing to part with. He normally
deals in large quantities.

*(No problems there.)*

Thank you for the
advice about Hermione�s parents. I did not take into account that they may not
be completely familiar with our customs. I will try my best.

*(That sounded vague. Ginny was a little worried.)*

~ Severus Snape

~~

Ginny frowned and turned the parchment over. That was it?

�What�s he have to say?� Hermione asked, trying to sound
innocent.

�His friend is willing to take the rosemary off my hands,�
Ginny said, pocketing the letter. �Sounds like most of it.�

�That�s good,� said Hermione, waving her wand and boxing the
small bottles. She felt a little relieved.

�I think I might go later this afternoon,� Ginny mused.
�Want to go to Hogsmede with me?�

�Sure,� said Hermione. �It�s been forever.�

clasclass=MsoNormal>�Great,� said Ginny grinning, she hoped not too widely.

She knew Ron had opened the scroll. He had caught one of his
red hairs in the wax of the seal when he repaired it.

If Ron knew, Luna knew. They knew Ginny knew, but didn�t
know she knew they knew. Ginny began developing headache thinking about it.

This was a great opportunity to create mass chaos. Hrin rin
turned malicious as she turned from Hermione to give Aristotle a treat.

Snape was lucky she wasn�t vengeful.

Ready, willing and able to stir up a little trouble,
perhaps.

Never vengeful.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Snape sat at his table at the Three Broomsticks, drumming
his fingers impatiently. The Weasley girl was ten minutes late, so far. She had
floo�d him after the arrival of his letter and had agreed to meet him. Perhaps
if he worked up enough courage he could ask her to chaperone a meeting between
him and Hermione. It was worth a try. What was the worst that could happen?

�Ginny.� Snape chided himself, absentmindedly.

The small brass bell
above the door rang and Snape looked up to see Ginny Weasley entering the pub.
He tried to force out a cordial, small smile but felt it freeze on his face as
Hermione entered after her.

He felt his blood run cold. His heart gave such a pound he
though his chest must have actually moved with its force. He prayed to wake up
but nothing happened.

What if Hermione laughed at him? What if it was a big act of
revenge for the way he had treated her and her friends in the past? What if he
was as much a fool as he suspected he was?

His eyes met hers and he knew this was not the case. She
looked shocked at his presence. Obviously she had not known he was going to be
here, either. Underneath his discomfort he felt a bit relieved.

Snape remembered his manners and leaped to his feet. He
bowed slightly and motioned for the young women to join him in the booth he had
been waiting in.

�You first,� Ginny said to Hermione. �If he�s going by
traditional courtship rules I have to sit between you.�

Snape was surprised at Ginny�s knowledge. He shot Ginny a questioning
look, almost afraid to speak in Hermione�s presence. She gave him an innocent
look and he turned to Hermione.

She looked radiant, in his opinion. Her curly hair was
windswept and wild, a curl bobbing over her forehead; nearly touching the arch
of one eyebrow. Her cheeks were slightly pink and her eyes down. She looked as
if she didn�t know what to do with her hands.

The bracelet Tinky had sent her was around one wrist. It
looked pleasing on her. If she was wearing the chain it was hidden under her lightweight
salmon colored robes. The was was quite warm outside. Bare unpainted toes
peeked out from under her robes. He wondered if she had remembered to charm her
sandals to protect her feet.

�Oh,� said Hermione, turning a deeper red.

�Good Lord,� Hermione thought embarrassed. �I look
frightful.�

The day was unusually warm, but windy. Hermione had gotten
too warm for comfort and removed her sleeves an hour ago. Her skin felt damp
and she knew her hair looked like a whirlwind hit it. She nervously hoped she
didn�t smell.

Ginny could have at least warned her. Hermione was a little
annoyed. What else had that letter said that Ron hadn�t told her? She mentally
kicked herself for not reading the letter herself. Ron probably thought the
whole thing was hysterical.

Snape took Hermione�s hand, hoping she wouldn�t slap him,
and kissed the back of it gently.

�You look lovely,� Snape said.

�Thanks,� Hermione muttered, hoping he wasn�t being
sarcastic. She slid into the booth, followed by Ginny. Snape slid in on the
other side of Ginny.

�I would not think you would be familiar with the Old
Customs,� Snape said to Ginny.

Hopefully he didn�t look as if he wanted to strangle her. He
certainly wanted to.

�I do have parents, you know,� Ginny said, looking lightly
amused. �Mum�s always kept a diary.�

Snape frowned. Diaries were dangerous things. They had a
habit of popping up at the most inappropriate times. Perhaps she let them read
the old ones and had the recent ones hidden. He hoped.

�So what are the Old Customs?� Hermione asked, her voice
sounding slightly strd. Hd. Her eyes met Snapes for an instant and were gone.

�Lords,� Snape thought, slightly distressed. �The girl looks
terrified. I�ve worked by her side for three years and now she�s acting like a
First Year again.�

Snape straightened his spine, swallowed his pride and cast a
silencing charm on the booth.

�Ginny, you are sworn to secrecy as a chaperone,� Snape said
firmly.

�Of course,� Ginny said. �I haven�t told anyone, honest.
It�s not my place.�

Severus felt a little better. The Weasleys were a silly lot,
but they seemed to have a deep sense of honor. He didn�t know much about Ginny,
but he knew her parents and older brothers from their work in the Order.

Percy was an odd one, but there�s one in every family, Snape
supposed.

�Hermione,� Snape began, reaching out for the back of
Hermione�s hand that was resting on the table, crossing in front of Ginny, who
leaned back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. �I know my first letter to you was
barbaric, uncivilized-�

�Kinky,� Ginny added.

Snape shot her a fierce look.

�She ripped it out of my hands,� Hermione blurted out. �I
couldn�t stop her.�

�That wasn�t for you!� Snape bellowed, withdrawing his hand
from Hermiones and fuming at Ginny. What a fool he was. He crossed his arms
tightly.

He noticed a small tear in his sleeve. If he had warning he
would have dressed a little better. Brought a courting gift. Something.

�She just kept staring at it,� Ginny said, innocently. �I
swear she didn�t even blink. I didn�t know what it was. I thought it was
horrible news and took it from her. You should put a warning label on things
like that.� She quirked a corner of her mouth at him.

Severus felt his cheeks flame. This was not the way he
imagined his day.

�Well,� Snape said, shooting Ginny a glare. �I am terribly
sorry.�

His eyes went to Hermione and softened.

�I assure you it is not typical behavior for me.�

�Too bad,� Hermione heard herself say softly.

Heavens, did she really just say that? She glanced up to see
Snape looking at her dumbfounded. Her cheeks felt like they were aflame.

�You know what?� Ginny said, sounding like she was trying not
to laugh. �I need a Butterbeer. Anyone else want one?�

�Yes,� Snape and Hermione said together, not looking from
each other.

Snape rose and Ginny left them, leaving her bag of shopping
between them. Ginny gave Snape a meaningful look and walked to the bar.

Hermione knew Ginny could move at the pace of a wounded
snail if she wanted to. Hermione suspected this was going to be one of those
times. Thankfully, Madame Rosmerta was passing by with a tray full of the amber
bottles and thunked two on the table.

Snape reached out aut hut his hand on the back of Hermione�s
again. He watched as she looked up nervously and smiled, almost painfully at
him at him.

Was she going to reject him? After seeing him she realized
what she was doing and changed her mind, Snape reasoned. He should have
expected it. He hoped she wouldn�t be cruel. He wished she would say something.

�I�m sorry I look a fright,� Hermione blurted out. She
nearly wanted to kick herself. What a stupid thing to say. By the way Snape was
looking at her he must agree.

�What?� Severus choked back a mad laugh of relief.
Apparently, no matter how intelligent, how well learned, how enchanting she
was, she was still a woman and concerned with her appearance. His mother had
been the same way and she had been beautiful.

�Silly girl,� he thought fondly, biting his tongue so he
didn�t voice it.

�I had no idea,� Hermione said. He was laughing at her. She
tried to catch a reflection of herself in anything she could to no avail. The
only thing reflective was the Butterbeer bottle and it didn�t work very well.
�I mean I�ve been bottling oil all day and haven�t even changed my robes.�

�Oil?� Snape asked, looking confused.

�Scented oil,� Hermione thought she was babbling, but
couldn�t stop herself. �From the rosemary. We have bails of it. Had to do
something or build a storage area in the yard.�

�First, you have never looked more radiant,� Snape said. �If
the scent you and Miss Wea- Ginny,� he carefully corrected himself, �are
radiating is an example of your work, you have done well. It is quite
pleasing.�

He prayed he didn�t sound as if he wasn�t groveling at her
feet, although he probably would if she asked. Gods, he never dreamed an
impudent know-it-all could reduce him to this. He tried to recall what exactly
he had written in that cursed letter. She mareadready know what lengths he was
willing to go to in order to win her heart. How embarrassing.

�Thank you,� Hermione said, smiling. �The recipe was out of
a muggle book. It was quite simple.�

�Is it on the list you gave me?� Snape asked.

�Yes,� Hermione said, her face turning to an expression of
annoyance.

She had forgotten all about his rude letter. She fought the
urge to pull her hand out from under his. It was a treasure and a shock to him.
She would have been a little unreasonable if someone had done that to her. She
tried to reason with herself before she said something and blew it.

�I also apologize for my last letter,� Snape said, wincing
slightly. Hermione suspected he didn�t apologize often. �I may have overreacted
slightly.�

�No more than me with the lepidolite,� Hermione quirked a
corner of her mouth at him. She shivered a little as he scooted closer to
Ginny�s shopping bag.

�I have kept that letter,� Snape declared.
�I was amazed at your ability to shout without the use of a howler.�

Hermione looked at him. He quirked an
eyebrow at her as if impressed. He was obviously amused.

Hermione chuckled and reached for her Butterbeer with her
free hand. Snape released her hand and reached for his own bottle.

�Second,� Snape went on as if he had never left his original
subject. �You have bails?�
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