Be Our Valentine Quiz Answers
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EDIT: And our special Valentine is... pokeystar! Congrats on winning our special SSHG Valentine Prezzie!
1. Strawberry Tarts and Chocolate Hearts by ginny_weasley31
2. The Price of Leaving Early by lulabelle72
3. The Valentine's Journal by dickgloucester
4. The Language of Flowers by duniazade
5. St Valentine's Day by savine_snape
6. A Suite in Brighton by septentrion1970
7. Romance is for Hufflepuffs by Strega Brava
8. Loving Bonds by veradee
9. Valentine's Day by tonksinger
10. Hopping Chocolate Frogs by chivalric55
1. He sorely needed to Scourgify his brain.
He completely empathised with Professor Granger and her migraine. Severus looked down the table and watched her. When she’d first arrived in the hall, her face had been pinched and serious; obviously she had still been suffering from her headache. Now, nearly thirty minutes later, he saw that she had relaxed, although she was still not overly happy.
Inwardly cringing, he recalled his earlier treatment of her. Cold, distant, par for the way he treated most members of the staff. But Hermione wasn’t just any colleague.
It was his damned pride and the way that he insisted that no one know that had caused the problem. When she’d first appeared at his door today, he had thought that the practical, level-headed witch he knew had been caught up in the spirit of Valentine’s Day and was about to throw discretion out the window by showering him with love and adoration. To learn that she had simply come to him for a potion….
It was hard to say if he had felt let down or relieved.
Severus was ashamed of how he’d treated her. He knew that he needed to fix things… permanently. With that thought firmly in his mind, he put aside his distaste for the day, rose from the table, and left the hall.
Strawberry Tarts and Chocolate Hearts by ginny_weasley31
2. “Leaving so soon, Professor?”
Of course he was leaving so soon. It was the bloody Valentine’s Day dance, for god’s sake. He glared at her, and an enchanted cupid (sparrows lured to the ramparts and transfigured; Flitwick ought to be drawn and quartered) swooped down and tossed a handful of pink glitter. Snape’s wand flashed up, and the glitter crackled into green flames and was gone before a single speck could touch his head.
“Such keen powers of observation, Miss Granger. I can see why you have been chosen to referee tomorrow’s Slytherin-Hufflepuff match. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“No.”
The Price of Leaving Early by lulabelle72
3. Worst Valentine ever. Broke up with Ron - who deserved it, the unfaithful git. Resigned, because they're all pompous jackasses who don't even know they're in the eighteenth century, let alone the twenty-first. Need to find somewhere else to live.
Plus I've only just got rid of Molly, who thinks I'm the one to blame for Ron's lack of penis control.
I could cry. Or AK someone.
If it weren't for the present on my pillow. Who IS he? Should I be a bit weirded out? Pink rose and the smallest possible black lace knickers.
The Valentine's Journal by dickgloucester
4. Valentine's Day was a harassing affair. As usual, some of the staff had skived. Flitwick was at Gringotts. Hagrid was buying slug repellent. Nobody even asked where Snape had disappeared to after lunch.
Hermione was grumpily scarfing her dinner, when the owl let the object fall right into her mashed potatoes.
“Damn!” She reached for her wand and cast a quick cleaning charm.
“What...?” asked Minerva, peering over the top of her glasses.
Hermione had already picked the thing up and wrapped it in a napkin.
“Excuse me,” she said abruptly, pushing her chair back.
Minerva looked shocked, but said nothing.
The Language of Flowers by duniazade
5. He had spent the day searching Diagon Alley for the perfect gift for his beloved Valentine. His lack of experience in the emotion of nervousness was matched by his lack of experience with love, but one person had seen beyond the “bat of the dungeon” persona and had shown him that even he could embrace another person and not turn it sour.
It wasn’t the physical side of love that Severus Snape lacked, it was the ability to give himself heart, body and soul to another, which he had been resisting, but in the last eight months he had slowly given himself over to his beloved. It was this final surrender that had resulted in his epic shopping trip to Diagon Alley.
It had been relatively easy to locate the red and gold flowers he was sure his lover would appreciate; what had been more difficult was finding the perfect ring with which to ask the ultimate question. It had taken all day, but just before he was about to give up he had found it, the perfect antique engagement ring with a mix of Gryffindor
St Valentine's Day by savine_snape
6. Why the hell had his mysterious correspondent arranged to meet him at the entrance to the casino in February? It was worse than Antarctica. Of course, had Severus not arrived two hours in advance, or had he worn his plain, old, but oh, so warm, cloak, he wouldn’t have felt the cold as keenly. As it was, his pacing was hardly enough to keep his body temperature at a healthy level.
“Good evening,” came a cheerful voice behind him.
He spun on his heels to face said voice.
“Granger! What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, he sneezed.
A Suite in Brighton by septentrion1970
7. “What has he done this time?” the portrait asked in a tone that implied they had had such conversations many times.
“Aside from wanting to cancel Christmas and hiring more house elves, he has had the nerve to petition the cancellation of the Valentine’s Day ball. Says it will pose too much of a distraction for the students who should be concentrating on their studies, their OWLs and their NEWTs,” she threw her hands up in exasperation.
“That indeed sounds like something Severus would say,” Dumbledore nodded.
“Well, when his little attempt at destroying student morale failed, he decided on another strategy, which was to delegate his responsibilities onto me. He wants me to be there…be one of the chaperones to a group of hormonal teenagers when he knew full well that I was planning to attend a conference in Brussels. And I didn’t even have a choice…he just assumed that I would be thrilled to bits with the task. I want to throttle him with a box of lemon drops,” she got up and began pacing furiously.
“A waste of perfectly good lemon drops,” the portrait commented. “Perhaps you are being too hard on Severus…he has never been particularly comfortable with social events like the Valentine’s Day ball.”
Romance is for Hufflepuffs by Strega Brava
8. Snape had outdone himself preparing their dinner for their second anniversary as lovers. Pousse spinach with avocado, followed by chicken breast with creamed spinach and wild mushrooms, and, at last, the sinful dessert. She suspected that he had peeked at some restaurant's menu for inspiration, but the end results certainly justified the means.
They were sitting in his living-room. Only a few candles and the dancing flames in the fireplace threw light on the table, which he had decorated with leaves of globe amaranths.
From across the table, Hermione smiled at him as she placed her spoon on her empty plate.
The smile he gave her in return was tiny, but his eyes were gleaming and full of promise. She felt her pulse accelerate as she imagined what other delights he might have planned for the evening.
Two years ago, they had shared their first kiss. Afterwards, Snape had been mortified when he had realised that it had been Valentine's Day of all days. Nevertheless, he had arranged the perfect romantic date in the following year to celebrate their first anniversary together. When they had been swaying to the crooning sound of Dino Crocetti, he had whispered into her ear, "For other couples it might be Valentine's Day, but for us it's our day. Just you and me." His voice had sounded hoarse, and she had been putty in his hands.
Loving Bonds by veradee
9. Sitting up, he cast a glance at the clock hanging on his wall. No matter how much he glared at it, it refused to say anything other than five twenty-seven AM, February 14th, 2003. Not being a good sleeper at the best of times, Severus knew he wasn’t going to get any more rest that morning, certainly not now that he was mostly awake. Growling at the weather, he got up and headed to his wardrobe.
As he pulled out something black and intimidating to wear, he had the distinct feeling that his clock had been trying to relay an important piece of information to him. Frowning, he turned back and reread the display.
February 14th...
“Oh, fuck.” He winced at his choice of epithets. Fuck; yes, that was exactly what many of the students would do-and what he probably wouldn’t do, unless his right hand and a detailed and practiced fantasy counted. It was Valentine’s Day, that annual homage to some poor bastard getting martyred in the Middle Ages, which everybody honored by giggling and giving their intended swains extremely obnoxious cards. Even without the decorations Lockhart had once provided, the feelings and behavior that the holiday incited in the students was enough to drive Severus up his dungeon wall.
Valentine's Day by tonksinger
10. "Shush, love," he said and opened the door. With a quick flick of his wand he lit the candles. With his other arm, he gently pulled Hermione inside.
She was stunned to see a big bunch of roses standing in a vase on the table in the living room. They were of a deep, rich orange and smelled like a summer full of promises.
"What…" she began and half turned round. That was the moment when more roses appeared out of nothing, fell slowly down from the ceiling, blossomed on the walls, and landed on her hair.
Her eyes became big, and her hand, covered by Severus’s bigger one, tightened. "Oh my goodness!" she said, wonder in her voice. She hadn't even thought of the possibility that the dark man behind her could come up with such a wonderful surprise. The sight of the roses took her breath away and made her hearth thump. "You are romantic! And the roses are beautiful!"
Severus Snape plucked the monkey out of her hair and then enwrapped her in his arms. "After all, it's Valentine Day, Hermione," he whispered, lifted her up, and carried her into the bedroom. Again.
Hopping Chocolate Frogs by chivalric55
EDIT: And our special Valentine is... pokeystar! Congrats on winning our special SSHG Valentine Prezzie!
1. Strawberry Tarts and Chocolate Hearts by ginny_weasley31
2. The Price of Leaving Early by lulabelle72
3. The Valentine's Journal by dickgloucester
4. The Language of Flowers by duniazade
5. St Valentine's Day by savine_snape
6. A Suite in Brighton by septentrion1970
7. Romance is for Hufflepuffs by Strega Brava
8. Loving Bonds by veradee
9. Valentine's Day by tonksinger
10. Hopping Chocolate Frogs by chivalric55
1. He sorely needed to Scourgify his brain.
He completely empathised with Professor Granger and her migraine. Severus looked down the table and watched her. When she’d first arrived in the hall, her face had been pinched and serious; obviously she had still been suffering from her headache. Now, nearly thirty minutes later, he saw that she had relaxed, although she was still not overly happy.
Inwardly cringing, he recalled his earlier treatment of her. Cold, distant, par for the way he treated most members of the staff. But Hermione wasn’t just any colleague.
It was his damned pride and the way that he insisted that no one know that had caused the problem. When she’d first appeared at his door today, he had thought that the practical, level-headed witch he knew had been caught up in the spirit of Valentine’s Day and was about to throw discretion out the window by showering him with love and adoration. To learn that she had simply come to him for a potion….
It was hard to say if he had felt let down or relieved.
Severus was ashamed of how he’d treated her. He knew that he needed to fix things… permanently. With that thought firmly in his mind, he put aside his distaste for the day, rose from the table, and left the hall.
Strawberry Tarts and Chocolate Hearts by ginny_weasley31
2. “Leaving so soon, Professor?”
Of course he was leaving so soon. It was the bloody Valentine’s Day dance, for god’s sake. He glared at her, and an enchanted cupid (sparrows lured to the ramparts and transfigured; Flitwick ought to be drawn and quartered) swooped down and tossed a handful of pink glitter. Snape’s wand flashed up, and the glitter crackled into green flames and was gone before a single speck could touch his head.
“Such keen powers of observation, Miss Granger. I can see why you have been chosen to referee tomorrow’s Slytherin-Hufflepuff match. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“No.”
The Price of Leaving Early by lulabelle72
3. Worst Valentine ever. Broke up with Ron - who deserved it, the unfaithful git. Resigned, because they're all pompous jackasses who don't even know they're in the eighteenth century, let alone the twenty-first. Need to find somewhere else to live.
Plus I've only just got rid of Molly, who thinks I'm the one to blame for Ron's lack of penis control.
I could cry. Or AK someone.
If it weren't for the present on my pillow. Who IS he? Should I be a bit weirded out? Pink rose and the smallest possible black lace knickers.
The Valentine's Journal by dickgloucester
4. Valentine's Day was a harassing affair. As usual, some of the staff had skived. Flitwick was at Gringotts. Hagrid was buying slug repellent. Nobody even asked where Snape had disappeared to after lunch.
Hermione was grumpily scarfing her dinner, when the owl let the object fall right into her mashed potatoes.
“Damn!” She reached for her wand and cast a quick cleaning charm.
“What...?” asked Minerva, peering over the top of her glasses.
Hermione had already picked the thing up and wrapped it in a napkin.
“Excuse me,” she said abruptly, pushing her chair back.
Minerva looked shocked, but said nothing.
The Language of Flowers by duniazade
5. He had spent the day searching Diagon Alley for the perfect gift for his beloved Valentine. His lack of experience in the emotion of nervousness was matched by his lack of experience with love, but one person had seen beyond the “bat of the dungeon” persona and had shown him that even he could embrace another person and not turn it sour.
It wasn’t the physical side of love that Severus Snape lacked, it was the ability to give himself heart, body and soul to another, which he had been resisting, but in the last eight months he had slowly given himself over to his beloved. It was this final surrender that had resulted in his epic shopping trip to Diagon Alley.
It had been relatively easy to locate the red and gold flowers he was sure his lover would appreciate; what had been more difficult was finding the perfect ring with which to ask the ultimate question. It had taken all day, but just before he was about to give up he had found it, the perfect antique engagement ring with a mix of Gryffindor
St Valentine's Day by savine_snape
6. Why the hell had his mysterious correspondent arranged to meet him at the entrance to the casino in February? It was worse than Antarctica. Of course, had Severus not arrived two hours in advance, or had he worn his plain, old, but oh, so warm, cloak, he wouldn’t have felt the cold as keenly. As it was, his pacing was hardly enough to keep his body temperature at a healthy level.
“Good evening,” came a cheerful voice behind him.
He spun on his heels to face said voice.
“Granger! What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, he sneezed.
A Suite in Brighton by septentrion1970
7. “What has he done this time?” the portrait asked in a tone that implied they had had such conversations many times.
“Aside from wanting to cancel Christmas and hiring more house elves, he has had the nerve to petition the cancellation of the Valentine’s Day ball. Says it will pose too much of a distraction for the students who should be concentrating on their studies, their OWLs and their NEWTs,” she threw her hands up in exasperation.
“That indeed sounds like something Severus would say,” Dumbledore nodded.
“Well, when his little attempt at destroying student morale failed, he decided on another strategy, which was to delegate his responsibilities onto me. He wants me to be there…be one of the chaperones to a group of hormonal teenagers when he knew full well that I was planning to attend a conference in Brussels. And I didn’t even have a choice…he just assumed that I would be thrilled to bits with the task. I want to throttle him with a box of lemon drops,” she got up and began pacing furiously.
“A waste of perfectly good lemon drops,” the portrait commented. “Perhaps you are being too hard on Severus…he has never been particularly comfortable with social events like the Valentine’s Day ball.”
Romance is for Hufflepuffs by Strega Brava
8. Snape had outdone himself preparing their dinner for their second anniversary as lovers. Pousse spinach with avocado, followed by chicken breast with creamed spinach and wild mushrooms, and, at last, the sinful dessert. She suspected that he had peeked at some restaurant's menu for inspiration, but the end results certainly justified the means.
They were sitting in his living-room. Only a few candles and the dancing flames in the fireplace threw light on the table, which he had decorated with leaves of globe amaranths.
From across the table, Hermione smiled at him as she placed her spoon on her empty plate.
The smile he gave her in return was tiny, but his eyes were gleaming and full of promise. She felt her pulse accelerate as she imagined what other delights he might have planned for the evening.
Two years ago, they had shared their first kiss. Afterwards, Snape had been mortified when he had realised that it had been Valentine's Day of all days. Nevertheless, he had arranged the perfect romantic date in the following year to celebrate their first anniversary together. When they had been swaying to the crooning sound of Dino Crocetti, he had whispered into her ear, "For other couples it might be Valentine's Day, but for us it's our day. Just you and me." His voice had sounded hoarse, and she had been putty in his hands.
Loving Bonds by veradee
9. Sitting up, he cast a glance at the clock hanging on his wall. No matter how much he glared at it, it refused to say anything other than five twenty-seven AM, February 14th, 2003. Not being a good sleeper at the best of times, Severus knew he wasn’t going to get any more rest that morning, certainly not now that he was mostly awake. Growling at the weather, he got up and headed to his wardrobe.
As he pulled out something black and intimidating to wear, he had the distinct feeling that his clock had been trying to relay an important piece of information to him. Frowning, he turned back and reread the display.
February 14th...
“Oh, fuck.” He winced at his choice of epithets. Fuck; yes, that was exactly what many of the students would do-and what he probably wouldn’t do, unless his right hand and a detailed and practiced fantasy counted. It was Valentine’s Day, that annual homage to some poor bastard getting martyred in the Middle Ages, which everybody honored by giggling and giving their intended swains extremely obnoxious cards. Even without the decorations Lockhart had once provided, the feelings and behavior that the holiday incited in the students was enough to drive Severus up his dungeon wall.
Valentine's Day by tonksinger
10. "Shush, love," he said and opened the door. With a quick flick of his wand he lit the candles. With his other arm, he gently pulled Hermione inside.
She was stunned to see a big bunch of roses standing in a vase on the table in the living room. They were of a deep, rich orange and smelled like a summer full of promises.
"What…" she began and half turned round. That was the moment when more roses appeared out of nothing, fell slowly down from the ceiling, blossomed on the walls, and landed on her hair.
Her eyes became big, and her hand, covered by Severus’s bigger one, tightened. "Oh my goodness!" she said, wonder in her voice. She hadn't even thought of the possibility that the dark man behind her could come up with such a wonderful surprise. The sight of the roses took her breath away and made her hearth thump. "You are romantic! And the roses are beautiful!"
Severus Snape plucked the monkey out of her hair and then enwrapped her in his arms. "After all, it's Valentine Day, Hermione," he whispered, lifted her up, and carried her into the bedroom. Again.
Hopping Chocolate Frogs by chivalric55