25 May 09
EDIT: I just checked my grades from last semester. Aced British Lit and Sociology of Education; got B's in Multicultural Lit and Physics 101. I was really expecting a C in Physics because I was UBER lazy in that class, so it was a nice surprise. =)
I'm a bit annoyed because after yesterday's cleaning-fest, I woke up this morning with my entire lower spine spazzing out and just plain hurting like hell. The only thing that helps when that happens is to lay down in a certain angle for a while. So what should happen roughly ten minutes after I woke up and put in a movie to hopefully ride out the pain? My dad comes in and rolls me off the bed, right onto my tail bone (where the pain originates), and starts yelling at me about cleaning MORE. On a day when I've already got to go and cook dinner outside because no one's going to let me get away with cooking baby-backs in the oven.
I still hurt. T_T I managed all my normal chores and finished the living room (he's still not satisfied... >.> ) You know, I really wouldn't be so annoyed over all of this if I had some HELP. But noooo, both my brothers AND the very man who is yelling at ME for being lazy are all playing games/watching tv. You've got to realize that I do ordinary chores before the floor-cleaning (dishes/laundry/critter feeding and cleaning/etc).
*head desk*
Aaaaannywaaaaays...
Happy Memorial Day!
Additionally: I start my Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion class tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp.
Today's "drabble" isn't so much a drabble as a prologue idea to a WIKTT Marriage Law fic. I have seen so many of these (actually, they're what got me into SSHG in the first place) and I just love them to death. This was my little idea of a twist on the old thing. I probably won't continue it. I just wanted to write this to have a good nostalgic grin on my face for a bit. I'll go back and look through my fics list and give ya'll a list of my favorites in case ya'll missed any of them. =)
Congratulations, You're Married!
Severus could not believe the sight before his eyes. This infuriating girl, this know-it-all little brat - oh, fine, she was a woman now - had somehow wormed her way into his living room. He growled so deep in his throat that he was certain she hadn't heard it. Either that, or she ignored it.
Hermione Granger was in his chambers, wearing nothing more than his shirt - his! and a pair of plain black boxers, which he couldn't tell if those were his or not because he hadn't seen the inside of his wardrobe drawers for years now. What's more, she was dashing about in these items as though she owned the place.
Which she technically did, he conceded inwardly. He had been thought dead - in fact, had been medically dead for several minutes. That he was alive at all was a miracle in and of itself. Truth be told, Severus hadn't any idea how he was alive at all, let alone in his quarters at Hogwarts with a scantily-clad twenty-year-old witch.
She plunked down on the opposite couch to his and held out a plain white coffee mug. "I'm glad to see you are awake. Drink this - it's the potion I've been giving you."
Severus sniffed at the mug's contents suspiciously. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he conceded the point that if she'd been trying to poison him, he would have been dead almost three years ago. Old habits died hard. The potion contained a variety of ingredients - St. John's Wort, unicorn horn, bicorn horn, at least two species of honeysuckle, and that's just what he caught in the first whiff. He sipped at the concoction, pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted of peppermint.
"The mint aids the taste without interacting with the other ingredients," said the witch, as though they were still sitting in a classroom and he were still her teacher. "You don't need to worry about anything at the moment, sir."
"What, pray tell, should I be worried about?" he asked. Severus' mind may have been dormant for almost three years - that didn't mean he was any less sharp. He could tell that the Gryffindor was hiding something.
"Technically, all your things belong to me," she said. "You're believed to be either dead or on the run. If it were to come about that you are alive... well, I believe the Aurors might have a thing or two to say to you."
"I thought as much," Severus said. She looked off to the side for a moment, which caught Severus' keen eye. "What else?"
"Well... you're kind of... er..."
"Out with it, girl!"
Hermione glared at him. Information she'd obviously meant to break to him gently came out a cold declaration. "You're married to me."
For once, he was speechless.
"It was the only thing we could do to save you from the Dementors," Hermione said, more gently now. "The Wizengamot passed a marriage law which dissolved all present marriages of those bearing the Dark Mark. They were all required to either submit to the Dementors or marry an upstanding Muggle-born or half-blood. The marriage took effect when you woke up."
Severus could only stare at the girl - woman - before him. It was going to be an interesting night.
Hermione laughed nervously, twirling her hair around. "I guess that's a fine way to wake up, isn't it? 'Congratulations, you're married!'"
Severus didn't know whether to laugh, cry, scowl, or snarl. All four seemed to come out in a garbled, twitchy sort of way that he'd never really allowed himself to relax enough to behave like. He blinked at the empty coffee mug.
"Well, er... I've got to go get ready," Hermione said at last. "The children are returning from winter holidays. I've got to escort them back to the castle. I'll get Minerva to drop in while I'm gone, and then the three of us can come up with a plan after that."
Severus nodded, still utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. His eyes widened when the witch knelt beside his couch and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. In his state of swirling thoughts and emotions, he couldn't help but watch the woman's hips as she seemed to saunter to the bedroom.
With a start, he realized it was their bedroom.
Oh, gods, what had he gotten himself into?
I'm a bit annoyed because after yesterday's cleaning-fest, I woke up this morning with my entire lower spine spazzing out and just plain hurting like hell. The only thing that helps when that happens is to lay down in a certain angle for a while. So what should happen roughly ten minutes after I woke up and put in a movie to hopefully ride out the pain? My dad comes in and rolls me off the bed, right onto my tail bone (where the pain originates), and starts yelling at me about cleaning MORE. On a day when I've already got to go and cook dinner outside because no one's going to let me get away with cooking baby-backs in the oven.
I still hurt. T_T I managed all my normal chores and finished the living room (he's still not satisfied... >.> ) You know, I really wouldn't be so annoyed over all of this if I had some HELP. But noooo, both my brothers AND the very man who is yelling at ME for being lazy are all playing games/watching tv. You've got to realize that I do ordinary chores before the floor-cleaning (dishes/laundry/critter feeding and cleaning/etc).
*head desk*
Aaaaannywaaaaays...
Happy Memorial Day!
Additionally: I start my Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion class tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp.
Today's "drabble" isn't so much a drabble as a prologue idea to a WIKTT Marriage Law fic. I have seen so many of these (actually, they're what got me into SSHG in the first place) and I just love them to death. This was my little idea of a twist on the old thing. I probably won't continue it. I just wanted to write this to have a good nostalgic grin on my face for a bit. I'll go back and look through my fics list and give ya'll a list of my favorites in case ya'll missed any of them. =)
Congratulations, You're Married!
Severus could not believe the sight before his eyes. This infuriating girl, this know-it-all little brat - oh, fine, she was a woman now - had somehow wormed her way into his living room. He growled so deep in his throat that he was certain she hadn't heard it. Either that, or she ignored it.
Hermione Granger was in his chambers, wearing nothing more than his shirt - his! and a pair of plain black boxers, which he couldn't tell if those were his or not because he hadn't seen the inside of his wardrobe drawers for years now. What's more, she was dashing about in these items as though she owned the place.
Which she technically did, he conceded inwardly. He had been thought dead - in fact, had been medically dead for several minutes. That he was alive at all was a miracle in and of itself. Truth be told, Severus hadn't any idea how he was alive at all, let alone in his quarters at Hogwarts with a scantily-clad twenty-year-old witch.
She plunked down on the opposite couch to his and held out a plain white coffee mug. "I'm glad to see you are awake. Drink this - it's the potion I've been giving you."
Severus sniffed at the mug's contents suspiciously. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he conceded the point that if she'd been trying to poison him, he would have been dead almost three years ago. Old habits died hard. The potion contained a variety of ingredients - St. John's Wort, unicorn horn, bicorn horn, at least two species of honeysuckle, and that's just what he caught in the first whiff. He sipped at the concoction, pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted of peppermint.
"The mint aids the taste without interacting with the other ingredients," said the witch, as though they were still sitting in a classroom and he were still her teacher. "You don't need to worry about anything at the moment, sir."
"What, pray tell, should I be worried about?" he asked. Severus' mind may have been dormant for almost three years - that didn't mean he was any less sharp. He could tell that the Gryffindor was hiding something.
"Technically, all your things belong to me," she said. "You're believed to be either dead or on the run. If it were to come about that you are alive... well, I believe the Aurors might have a thing or two to say to you."
"I thought as much," Severus said. She looked off to the side for a moment, which caught Severus' keen eye. "What else?"
"Well... you're kind of... er..."
"Out with it, girl!"
Hermione glared at him. Information she'd obviously meant to break to him gently came out a cold declaration. "You're married to me."
For once, he was speechless.
"It was the only thing we could do to save you from the Dementors," Hermione said, more gently now. "The Wizengamot passed a marriage law which dissolved all present marriages of those bearing the Dark Mark. They were all required to either submit to the Dementors or marry an upstanding Muggle-born or half-blood. The marriage took effect when you woke up."
Severus could only stare at the girl - woman - before him. It was going to be an interesting night.
Hermione laughed nervously, twirling her hair around. "I guess that's a fine way to wake up, isn't it? 'Congratulations, you're married!'"
Severus didn't know whether to laugh, cry, scowl, or snarl. All four seemed to come out in a garbled, twitchy sort of way that he'd never really allowed himself to relax enough to behave like. He blinked at the empty coffee mug.
"Well, er... I've got to go get ready," Hermione said at last. "The children are returning from winter holidays. I've got to escort them back to the castle. I'll get Minerva to drop in while I'm gone, and then the three of us can come up with a plan after that."
Severus nodded, still utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. His eyes widened when the witch knelt beside his couch and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. In his state of swirling thoughts and emotions, he couldn't help but watch the woman's hips as she seemed to saunter to the bedroom.
With a start, he realized it was their bedroom.
Oh, gods, what had he gotten himself into?