Fan Fiction
I forgot to keep posting my fan fiction. lol. Well Chapter One is already posted... so here's Chapters Two and Three. I almost got Six done!
Chapter Two: The wedding continues
“Five more minutes Draco! Then we can begin the ceremony. I better go take my seat, Dear. Good luck!” Narcissa gave her son a peck on the cheek and then very excitedly took her seat.
Draco was standing at the Alter with his best men, Crabbe and Goyle. They were looking particularly smug this evening. After all, Draco did manage to get Hermione, the most sought after witch of their time, to agree to marry him.
“What did you have to do to get her to marry you?” Goyle sneered at Draco.
“Let her plan the wedding, and a promise that ‘I have learned my lesson that the Dark Side is very indeed bad and that I will forever remain faithful to Albus Dumbledore and his followers,’” Draco gave a pitiful laugh, “this time next week I should have all the answers I’m looking for and then, whoops, It’s out with that filthy little mudblood and me and Vanessa Bellatrix will be on our way to Romania with the remaining Death-Eaters where we’ll carry out our plan.” He gave himself a proud smile and Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and nodded.
“Brilliant plan, mate. We should have no trouble this time once we get Hermione to kill off Snape and the rest of her half-witted friends.” Crabbe rubbed his hands together in a sinister way. “And then…”
“Death to the Mudblood!” Crabbe and Goyle whispered in unison, Draco smile at them in a pleasing way.
“Look at him. He seems to be so happy to be marrying her.” But something inside Severus gave him a feeling that Draco’s reason for marrying her was not because he loved her. Ah, yes he loved Draco and cared for him, but he was not always to be trusted. He after all was his father’s son…and that right there had a lot to say about him.
Narcissa, who greeted him warmly as he sat down, seated Severus up front by her. He gave a short smile in return. Draco had asked Severus to be his best man, but he felt like it would be inappropriate and told him that he should ask his best friends to have that honor. Don’t get him wrong, he did want to be standing up there next to Draco, proud as a father figure, but something inside of him stirred…would he be able to handle seeing Hermione coming down the isle in her wedding dress? From this view he could simply ignore her and resist temptation to run up to her and confess his undying love.
He thought back to when he last saw her. It was five years ago at her graduation at Hogwarts. She was dressed in her black graduation robes, her hair plaited back and she was just glowing. Hermione always seemed to be glowing. It was something just natural about her. He remembered her walking up to the podium to say her speech. Having the best grades in her class, she was picked as Head Student. When she walked by him she placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile. This set him into an immediate shock. Her touch was so warm, so real…and he waited so long for them to have some kind of contact. But why had she done that? They never had gotten along too well, so why did she pay him special attention? When she was up at the podium speaking. She was talking of her favorite teacher. She didn’t say a name but when she said, “Sometimes a teacher will be stern with you and act like they don’t like you, but in all reality, the more strict they are with you, the more they like you and want you to do well,” He knew she was talking about him. He just knew.
He wondered if she still looked as beautiful, as radiant as she did that day. He hadn’t seen her since then, as she went off to the college and with the Order not having to meet as often, he never got to see her. She was always on his mind though, her brown eyes, her brown hair, her cute little face and voice…and her personality. He loved her personality; it was the first thing to catch his eye. She always spoke her mind and gave her opinion. Back then it agitated him…but now it provoked him to love her more.
The music started playing as he came back to reality; realizing that he would be watching his one and only love, marry Draco Malfoy. He heard everyone stand up and he did the same, although he faced the front of him, unlike everyone else. They all wanted to watch the beautiful bride-to-be walk down the lonely isle. Her father on her right and her mother on her left, Hermione followed the sweet little flower girl who was her sister, Violet.
“Oh Lord, what am I doing? I’m marrying Draco? Draco Malfoy, the person I used to loathe the most! Oh but look! Severus came! If only he’d look at me, he must still hate me. But then why did he come? Oh…he must have come for Draco…of course. I should have told him years ago when I stopped by Hogwarts to see him. Oh why did I have to chicken out?” Hermione realized she was almost at the Alter when she felt a sharp pain in her head, like someone was squeezing her skull together. “Ouch!”
“Hermione, are you okay sweetums?” Her dad whispered in her ear.
“I’m fine daddy. Just a little headache.”
“Oh it’s just nerves, it’ll be gone by the time you say ‘I do!’” Hermione’s mom gave her a little pat on the back.
They all reached the Alter and Violet and her parents each gave Hermione a kiss and took their seats. Draco stepped down to Hermione and lifted the veil from her face and together they walked up to the Reverend. They were both shaking a considerable amount. Hermione would glance over to Draco nervously and look away as he would look at her.
“Pretty soon she’ll be mine and nobody will ever see her again.” Draco smiled widely at the thought. All those years of fighting for Voldemort and planning after he died, was now starting to take affect.
“Shoot! I can’t do this. Something feels horribly wrong. How can I love Draco…and then marry him of all things?” Hermione glanced over at Severus, who caught her eye and with a sneer looked down at his hands. “Pssst!” Hermione looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to communicate with her ex-Potions Professor. “Sev-er-us!” She mouthed with a hint of a whisper.
He thought he heard her say his name. He looked up to see her mouthing something to him. But what was she saying? Narcissa conveniently coughed and gave him a stern look. No one was going to mess up these plans, no one! Not even someone close to them like Severus was.
Before Hermione knew it, everyone was giving her an odd look. Her mom was making gestures for her to look up at the Revered and was mouthing the words, “I do.”
“Hermione, you’re supposed to say ‘I do’!” Draco turned her around so she was facing Reverend Harper.
“Uh…er…well….” Draco gave her a mean look.
“Just say it, alright? I’ve waited too long for this and you’re NOT gonna ruin it for me, okay?”
“I…I don’t.”
Draco’s smile faded…along with everyone else’s.
“ I’m in love with someone else, Draco. I don’t love you and I can’t marry you.”
She turned to run, but Draco grabbed her to his face and shook her.
“No you don’t you filthy little mudblood! You’re gonna marry me! Now! Right now! Now say it!” But he felt something poking him in the back.
“Stop right there, Malfoy!”
“Let her go!” Harry and Ron were furious, their wands pointed at Draco.
Hermione’s relatives all gasped. Only some of them knew about the Wizarding world, the others didn’t, so when Harry and Ron both yelled “Protrificus Totalus” and green jets of light shot out at Draco and he fell over, motionless, but stiff as a board, they all seemed to faint or scream.
Severus was the only one to see Hermione run out of the church, her train of dress flailing behind her. Everyone else was dueling, but for what, no one knew.
Chapter Three: A confession is made
He saw the last part of her train round the corner of the church as he chased after her. He rounded to the back of the church just in time to see her Disapparate. Severus stood in the spot where seconds ago she was standing and thought of all the possible places she would go. “Think, Severus, just think! Where would she go? Probably some place to feel safe and like she could hide….” Then it hit him. “Hogwarts!”
Severus got ready to Disapparate when Harry and Ron came up behind him, panting from lack of breath; their wands in their hands. “Where’s… (breath)… Hermione?” Harry panted. Ron seemed just as concerned as the rest of them.
“And what business of that is yours, Potter?” Severus turned around to face them and took out his own wand for Draco was creeping up behind Harry and Ron. Ron nervously eyed Severus’s wand.
“Hey…sh-she’s our friend you know! And we have more than a right than you do to know where she is!” Ron got very confident with his words, and after catching his breath, stood straight up so he was face to face with Severus. “So…where is she, Snape.” Severus clinched at the way Ron had said his name.
“It’s Professor Snape to you and I have no clue where Miss Granger is. It’s funny to me how you seem like I care.”
“Oh but you do, don’t you? We saw you chase after her and call her name. What’s funny to me is that you even bothered to show up…knowing how you’ll never have her!” Harry was in Severus’s face now. They were both glaring at each other with such hate that you could taste it. Ron, however, was very confused at this point. The only person that ever knew that Severus longed for Hermione was Harry.
It was the day of the Last Battle with Lord Voldemort when Harry found out. He was inside Voldemort’s mind, controlling him and making him powerless with every second that passed. Severus just happened to be thinking about where Harry was, and right when he thought about Harry…he was in Harry’s mind. Somehow the three of them got locked into each other’s mind and Harry, having drained all of Lord Voldemort’s power, turned to Severus and just when he was about to close his mind, saw an image of Severus lying in bed, dreaming about Hermione. He called out her name and caressed his pillow. Harry sniggered at first…but then he realized how much Severus loved Hermione. Severus eventually gained control back and shut his mind to Harry. After the fight Severus took Harry to the side and threatened him…told him, made him quite aware that if he told anybody what he just saw that he would be worse than dead.
“Oh is that so, Potter? And I’m sure you think that you’re going to have her? Ha! I know whom she really loves, boy…have you ever seen inside her mind? You’re like a brother to her, no more. And as for Weasley…” He shot him a reproachful look. “ She rather quite loathes him. So I would suggest you don’t go around telling ME whom I can love and who can love me back. Got it you little runts? Don’t. Mess. With .ME!” And with a swish and a tiny Pop! he was off.
“Where do you think he went to?” Harry turned on Ron who was quite pale and hurt.
“She loathes me but loves him? What? Harry…that doesn’t make any sense!”
“I’m sure she doesn’t loathe you Ron. He’s just being a ‘greasy git’. Isn’t that what you say?”
“But…but…she loves him? Harry-” He looked quite sick at this point.
“-Ron…listen…we have to find Hermione and make sure she’s okay. Where do you think she went?”
They both looked at each other and muttered, “Hogwarts.” And with a tiny Pop! from them, they Disapparated.
After they were gone, Draco crept out from behind the bush he was hiding behind with his eyes wide and bright. “So the old bastard loves Hermione and she loves him back. Aww, too bad they’ll both be dead soon. But then…they can be together in hell.” Draco laughed loudly but it turned into a scream as he backed up and tripped over a rock, sending him tumbling into a patch full of prickly bushes.
She had run down many corridors and passed many doors before she reached the Room of Requirement. She walked passed the wall, up and down the corridor, three times, thinking, “I need a place to hide where no one can find me but where I’ll have enough food for a couple of days.” Sure enough, after her third time passed the wall a door appeared.
Hermione entered the small, dark room in her big, white fluffy wedding dress and bare feet. She entered carefully, her wand in hand. There was a bed in one corner, a kitchen in the other and a small fireplace with a fire lit in another corner. “Perfect!” She thought. And as she locked the door, she put a Chameleon Spell on the door so it would blend into the wall.
She sat down on the bed and immediately began hating herself. How could she have almost married Draco? She thought he loved her, but she found out today she was all wrong. “But I thought I loved him too. Oh he’s just a measly little snake! How I hate him!” In a rage towards Draco, Hermione stood up and began ripping her dress in a million little places so that when she was done, just the top half was covering her. “Ugh what have I done now? I really have to learn how to control myself.” Discovering that she didn’t have her robes with her, she looked frantically around the room and noticed small double doors above her bed appear. Hermione jumped on her bed and opened the double doors to find a bunch of robes, shirts, skirts, socks, shoes and ties.
She dressed quickly and with a wave of her wand, the remainder of her wedding dress was gone. She walked over to the kitchen area and looked in the cupboards. They were filled with everything imaginable! But Hermione decided that the rumble in her stomach wasn’t hunger, but hate. “I wish I had something to read.” Hermione’s wish came true as a bookshelf appeared next to the fireplace. Her face lit up as she pulled out Hogwarts: A History, Volume 2.
After a couple of hours, Hermione replaced the book and was about to take another one when she saw someone’s head flash in and out of the fire. She kneeled down in front of the fireplace and just stared at it. In a split second she saw the head appear and disappear.
“Oh shoot! He’s found me!” And of course, she knew he was looking for her. Hermione leaned back against the bed and remembered Severus as he chased her out of the church, with a smile on his face, and as she Disapparated, saw him look at her with nothing but passion and love in his eyes.
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He had gone straight to his office after he heard her in the Room of Requirement. He knew how to break the Chameleon Spell but he wanted to watch her without her knowing. But when he went through the Floo Channel, into the Room of Requirement, she saw him. Severus wondered why she didn’t scream or freak out…or react in any matter for that fact. Did she see him follow her out of the church and the when she Disapparated? Did she know his secret? When he used Legilimens to get inside her mind, could she have read his too? No…it seemed unlikely, but all the same, he knew she knew.
Severus walked over to his study and sat at his desk. A fresh roll of parchment lay before him, his quill and a bottle of ink next to that. He picked up his quill and dipped the tip in the ink and held it over the parchment. He hesitated as he wrote her name, “Dear Hermione,” No…that was too casual. What about…”Dear Miss Granger?” No…then she would know it was more than likely a Professor. Biting his tongue as he was deciding, he came to a final decision and wrote it down before he changed his mind. It was crucial that she received this letter before she disappeared somewhere else, although Severus was highly doubtful that she would leave the Room of Requirement anytime soon. He finished the letter and sat back in his chair to read it over.
Dear Hermione:
It is evident that you wish to be alone at this time. But I cannot just leave you be while you are in a vulnerable state. Not to take advantage of your needs, I wish to tell you something that’s been weighing on my chest…and my mind for that matter.
I love you, Hermione. Please try to understand me before you over think this and try to find a reasonable explanation for my feelings. The fact of the matter is that I love you and have ever since the last day we met. Seeing you again, today at the wedding, made me realize how much I wanted to be standing up at the Alter with you. Draco doesn’t deserve you and he’ll never, nobody will ever love you, as much as I do. I cannot tell you this any other way, any other day. I have to let you know now. You may think of this is as some kid crush but hopefully soon you will see just how much I really do love you.
You may not know my identity for some time. But you have known me for a great deal of your life. I don’t know who it is that you’re in love with, I don’t really know much of anything but my love for you, but I just had to tell you. You’ll probably be as confused as I was when I first started having feelings for you. But it will all be clear soon. You’re always with me, Hermione. I’ll be thinking about you.
Until we meet again….
“Darius”
“Brilliant.” He thought. “If only I knew what she was thinking right now.” Severus sealed the letter and grabbed his cloak. He walked very casually through the first six floors, but once he got to the seventh floor, he became more mysterious. He made sure no one was coming along either end of the corridor and to the place where the door to the Room of Requirement would be if it were visible. “Incorpricantus” Severus whispered and the door appeared. He flattened the scroll and shoved it under the door. He heard someone stir inside and hid behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
He peeked around the curtain of design and saw Hermione open her door, letter in hand, and look down each dark hall. “Hmm.” She muttered. “Curious.” She shut the door, putting the Chameleon charm back on the door and took a seat on the bed and opened her letter. As she read the letter, little gasps would come from her shock-struck mouth. She finished and let it fall to the ground as she got up to pace the floor. “Darius? But I don’t know a Darius…but of course, it’s a code name so I won’t know who they really are. It’s someone I know, someone that was at the wedding today…who haven’t I’ve seen in a while. Well, there’s Neville, Harry, Fred, George…and Ron! But could it be Harry or Ron? My mother did say that they loved me….” Hermione was deep in thought when the door to the Room of Requirement burst open. Hermione whipped around.
“Harry…Ron? What are you doing here?”
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