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HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 01:14PM13: Epilogue – In Which All Is (Mostly) WellSigned
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT??

HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 01:11PM13: Epilogue – In Which All Is (Mostly) WellSigned
SO DID SHE GET HER MAGICK BACK????? also IS THERE a SEQUAL TO THIS STORY???

HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 12:51PM12: In Which A Gordian Knot Is UntangledSigned
has she got her magick back after this?? and was it a moter bike or normal bike??? When they got a call on a cold January day that Hermione had been knocked down on her bike in Oxford and had been taken to hospital, Jean's hands fumbled as she dialled her daughter's former Potions professor. She knew he lived in Cirencester, but he could be at the hospital in a few minutes unlike the Grangers, who had to get through the M25 at rush hour. Mr Snape would know what was best to do for her daughter, she told herself; whether to keep her at the John Radcliffe or dispatching her to St. Elmo's or whatever it was called for magical care!!!

HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 12:48PM12: In Which A Gordian Knot Is UntangledSigned
what happpened after that?? did hermione tell this person she loved him i mean this person other than Scamander ??? Severus persisted in thinking of them as Hermione's suitors, although he was well aware that the term was archaic. He had grown up among the Purebloods of Slytherin, after all, in an atmosphere that he afterwards thought must have been quite similar to Britain in the first years of the 20th century, before the First World War. It had been a way of life which seemed like something from a different world only a few decades later; if it had irrevocably it had shaped the way he thought about the world, then so be it. None of them was good enough for her (she was of course the brightest witch of her generation) until Rolf Scamander came along. Lanky and blond, he ambled through life with razor-sharp wit and an easy charm. Severus hated him on sight. Scamander was clean, untainted by war and pettiness, and maybe that's why he went down such a storm in wizarding England where aristocratic insouciance long had been tainted by association with the Malfoys (who were back in vogue but not universally liked). Severus, having made a virtue of being contrary long before he took the Dark Mark, hated him even more since they might have got along well had things been otherwise – if he could befriend Potter surely a Swedish wizard would be nothing out of the ordinary. Yes, had Scamander not set eyes on Hermione at the garden party Narcissa held at Malfoy Manor that year (after Hermione introduced her to Hello! many of Narcissa's new ideas could be traced back to the Windsors, the one Muggle family she admired), it was very possible things would have been different. As it was, Snape was unencumbered by any impediment to the antipathy he formed, when he saw Scamander undertake the delicate task of getting Hermione to enjoy herself at a formal gathering full of people she mistrusted, and succeed. She was flushed and happy, the pinch of her high heels forgotten as she walked the orchard with the younger man, snatches of their lively conversation being carried back to the brooding Potions Master on the soft summer wind. Snape was not completely useless, even though he hadn't been spying for years; not a move betrayed his interest in the young couple, and he looked no more jaundiced than usual when wheeled out by Narcissa and forced to endure the company of dunderheads in the name of society. Once home, he couldn't sleep. It was too warm; he ended up walking like a madman between his rooms insides and his garden, unable to sit still. It was none of his business, and he should stop behaving like a lecherous old man and put her out of his mind, he admonished himself. Try as he might, he couldn't banish the thought that Rolf Scamander was Severus Snape as he might have been, had he been blessed with loving parents, social skills and a smaller nose. Consequently, had his life been blessed by the Fates instead of cursed, he could have been walking among Narcissa's roses at dawn with a laughing Hermione. The courtship between Hermione and Scamander apparently proceeded unhindered; Severus saw her as often as usual, and she spoke artlessly of the exhibit at the Tate Scamander had brought her to (thanks to Hermione Snape was no stranger to the Tate Gallery, although he drew the line at the Tate Modern), and how she had repaid his kindness by showing him around Oxford. All through the summer and into the autumn, Scamander showed no signs of absconding back to Sweden, and he seemed to become a fixture in Hermione's life. Severus had wrestled with himself to try and feel happy for her sake, that she had finally met someone who was her equal. He recalled that Ronald Weasley had been rather disappointed when she hadn't fallen into his arms just after the war; anyone with half a brain would have seen that he would have bored her senseless in a few years. In retrospect it was obvious that she hadn't been serious in her previous flirtations – Roger Davies and Theodore Nott sprung to mind – but he hadn't seen the difference until Scamander was on the scene. It took two ruined batches of Wolfsbane to regain his equilibrium when he realised that there might have been many more relationships that he hadn't even known about. Watching her like a hawk, he saw no move to make the relationship more serious until Christmas. As usual, he went to the Order Christmas party at Grimmauld Place the night before Christmas Eve. It was normally an opportunity to get gloriously shitfaced and sing maudlin songs with Rolanda, George Weasley, and Aberforth Dumbledore, while making sure he stuffed his face with as much of Molly's Christmas food as possible, dodging an overenthusiastic Hagrid and catching a glimpse of Hermione now and then. He hadn't realised how much he enjoyed the predictability of it all until this year. The Scamander situation ensured that the unexpected pleasure he usually derived from being in a house packed full of people he had fought alongside, envied, been vilified by and ultimately made his peace with was gone. He knew Hermione, and he knew that while she wouldn't rush into anything, she would consider all sides of the matter at hand and make a decision how to proceed before anyone's time was wasted. If she did intend to get serious with Scamander, it would be soon. Entering the brightly lit house to the sound of Jingle Bells, Deck the Halls and God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs all at once, complete with olfactory accompaniment courtesy of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, he had even prepared himself to see Scamander at the party. However, Grimmauld Place was blessedly free of six foot three Swedish wizards with impeccable manners, he established after seemingly aimlessly drifting around the house and greeting people with a raised eyebrow, or, in Minerva's case, stretching to a celebratory restrained nod. He reduced his mead intake to remain watchful through the night while maintaining an inebriated facade, and caught Harry trying to get Hermione to speak to him privately several times. She imbibed rather more heavily than usual, and didn't seem amenable to Potter's overtures. When she was eventually cornered by him on the landing on the second floor, Severus was at hand and able to Disillusion himself and follow them into the impersonal guest room that had replaced Regulus Black's room. He was on the inside of the silencing wards hastily erected by a flick of Harry's wand. "I don't know why you're badgering me tonight, Harry - can you not just enjoy the party?" she whinged, trying to put Potter off the scent if Severus was any judge. Potter wasn't having it either. "You know we won't see each other until Boxing Day, and then we'll be lucky if we can hear anything over George and the kids, much less get to talk alone. You know what the Burrow is like at Christmas." Even if she didn't, Snape did, and he shuddered at the memory. After the first year, he had ensured that he had plans before the invitation arrived. "Then we'll be at the Malfoy Ball at New Year's, and I don't fancy my chances looking for somewhere to have a cosy chat at Malfoy Manor." She half-smiled at that, remembering Harry's shell-shocked expression after being caught with Ginny by Mr Malfoy at the Winter Ball last year, after trying to sneak off to the more private areas of the Manor. "No." He looked at her, serious now. "Exactly. And after that it might be too late." She looked away. "You know what I'm going to say, Hermione. Why would you throw this away, when it's going so well with Rolf?" His earnest green eyes bore into her, and Severus, who was staying motionless by the far wall looking over Hermione's shoulder, was rattled by how much his gaze looked like Lily's at that moment. It could still take him by surprise and catch him by the throat. "You're going to pull away again, and bring it to an end, and for what?" She didn't answer. "Nothing will change for you, he is still the same and there is nothing that says that he'll ever see you that way!" His words cut her to the quick, it seemed, and she barely seemed to keep the tears at bay. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I don't want to hurt you, but you're better off facing up to reality. You can't wait and hope that he discovers that he's loved you all this time, like some bloody Mills & Boons story!" He hugged her, holding her close to him as if that would lessen the impact of his words. "I don't even know if he can love anyone like that," she sobbed, and Snape wanted to strangle Potter for hurting her like that, while furiously trying to figure out whom they were talking about. Even the bloody Death Eaters hadn't usually been this oblique. "I know, Harry," she said when she finally had calmed down. "Believe me, I know. But everything else feels like second best, you know? Imagine if you had to shack up with Parvati because Ginny wouldn't give you the time of the day?" He shuddered, and she almost laughed. "Not everyone gets to be with who they want, Harry," she said gently. "But it's not fair on someone else to string them along either, so it's better not to get too serious. I'll be fine. I've got a great life and lovely friends, you don't need to worry about me." In the end, it seemed as if she comforted him more than the other way around, and Severus was left trying to decipher their conversation after they exited the room. So it looked like she was going to give the Swedish wizard the slip due to some other infatuation – but who could that be? Someone who didn't return her interest, by all accounts. He knew intellectually that she wasn't particularly beautiful, had even heard her described as a typical plain Jane by some dunderhead, but he couldn't see it. Her face was so expressive, full of life, and so dear to him that he couldn't analyse her appearance or amputate parts from the whole and deem them average. She was loving and kind, fierce and courageous, clever and loyal, and he was unable to see how anyone wouldn't love all that if it was offered to them. He did feel a bit ashamed for intruding on their privacy, and knew that Hermione would strangle him if she ever found out. Look at him, reduced to spying on the people he was close to, because he was too bloody cowardly to actually talk to Hermione. It would be agony worse than a Cruciatus Curse from the thankfully departed Bellatrix to listen to Hermione telling him of her unrequited love, but if that was what she needed he would grit his teeth and listen. No matter. She would open up to Potter and tell him what she was feeling, since she had obviously figured out long ago that her old Potions professor could offer her nothing in that

HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 12:37PM11: In Which An Irresistible Force Meets An Immovable ObjectSigned
The courtship between Hermione and Rolf Scamander apparently proceeded unhindered; WHAT??? i thought this was a hermione and SEVERUS story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HermioneFan212012.11.07 - 12:17PM10: In Which They LiveSigned
He wouldn't have ended his life, but he wouldn't have looked forward to living it as a Squib with equanimity either. is hermione a Squib now???

Moyra2012.11.03 - 06:47PM13: Epilogue – In Which All Is (Mostly) WellSigned
Many thanks for this tale, I enjoyed it very much. And as you asked: I would have liked more talk in the first few chaps, to see more interaction between S.&H. during their 'exil', also during the Oxford time and mostly at the end. Anyway, it's been interesting, and I agree with you to not give H. back her magic - such is life.

Werbsister2012.11.03 - 11:46AM13: Epilogue – In Which All Is (Mostly) WellSigned
Whatever you do, don't stop writing. This story was great!

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