“Jareth, darling, it’s time to get up.”
“Not yet, Precious. Can’t I admire you here next to me a little longer?”
“You can do it in and out of bed, my husband. Now, do I have to mess up your hair to get you moving, or will you simply be a dear and come over to help me out of bed?”
“Perhaps if you kiss me first, I would help you willingly.”
“Six months we have been married, and already you are spoiled. What shall I do with you?”
“You could start by kissing me,” said Jareth, slowly stretching next to Sarah.
“I suppose it wouldn't hurt. It can only help me right now.”
“Help you with what?” asked Jareth worriedly.
“With what I need to say to you. Unfortunately, it requires me to leave for a few hours, but I promise it won’t be long, and then we can talk about it all you want.”
“What has happened? Is it about the family?”
“In a way, yes. It affects them, but more you. I think you’ll be happy, Jareth.”
Now he was next to her, holding her hand. “Well, what is it?”
“I’m pregnant. I’m going to the doctor for a check-up, then visiting Karen for more help. I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure.”
“Is that why you visited the healer a few days ago?”
“Do you know if it is a boy or girl, yet?”
“No, it is still too early. But, we are going to be parents. Isn't that wonderful?”
The joyful glow in Sarah’s face was matched perfectly by the smile on Jareth's face. The hug they shared then was more reverential than any, but just as warm and tender.
“In that case, Sarah, I am going to have to be extra careful with you now. Perhaps you will allow me to carry you around bridal-style more often now.”
“Keep dreaming, Jareth dearest. I’m a strong, independent woman who can handle most things on her own still, even if I like letting you help me because I love you.”
“I’ll bide my time, Precious,” he said before kissing her. “I’ll have you in my arms soon.”
“Perhaps I can be convinced later tonight, after I get back.”
“Oh, you will be.”
“We shall see. In the meantime, I have to leave now to go see a doctor Aboveground, but I’ll be back later. Stay out of mischief in the meantime.”
“Me, get into mischief? Whatever made you think I would go and do that?”
“Considering the wide grin on your face, I wouldn't put anything past you. Try not to take over anymore kingdoms for the future heir while I am out, okay?”
“Anything for you, Precious,” he replied bowing.
“Good. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Be safe.”
And so, Jareth was alone in his bedroom, and he felt great! He almost felt like roaring, but refrained, for fear of the goblins coming in to check on him. It was time for breakfast, and then he could plan his night with Sarah.
After sitting down, he realized that Sarah’s place had been set for her. Normally, he would just tell the goblins to stop being silly and kick one for not realizing that Sarah wasn’t there, but he was feeling happy and adventurous today. It was time for a slight change as he looked at Sarah’s spot.
Yes, the chefs would have to start preparing Sarah different foods now that she was eating for two, and more dresses would be needed to accommodate her eventual size. He made a mental note to contact the main clothiers, for new clothes for her, and maybe another pair of gloves for himself, to celebrate the grand occasion. Maybe another pair of boots as well.
But, getting back to food, Jareth began to wonder about the hot mug that Sarah now drank every morning. While they had been dating, Sarah never drank coffee, and then right after they got married, she started drinking it, as, according to her, she now had a reason to drink it. He grinned to himself as he thought about why she was not sleeping as much at night now, and was satisfied with that. It helped that they had a child coming, too.
However, the question still remained: what was in this black coffee that she drank every morning? Why was it necessary to bring it from Aboveground to drink it? How could it possibly keep her that awake? There was only one thing to do, and that was to try it for himself. He took a sip, and found that not only did he like the smell, but the taste as well. Since it had been sitting long enough, it was also the perfect temperature to drink, so he finished off that mug quickly, and asked for another to be brought around.
When the goblins finally came to take the mug and the rest of Sarah’s settings, Jareth enjoyed kicking two goblins, and found that his legs had some extra “kick” in them today, which made him feel even better. The goblins “Ooo'd” and “Aww'd” in appropriate wonder, which prompted Jareth to say, “If my legs are still feeling this good in an hour, I will be glad to try an even higher kick on more of you, as I am feeling particularly generous today.”
“Why is Kingy feelin' so gen'rous?” asked one of the goblins.
“Because, as of this morning, I found out from your beautiful Queen that we are to be blessed with a little one, at last. There will still be court held for an hour after this to settle disputes, but after that, it shall be a holiday for all.”
Universals cries of joy and “Congrats!” were being shouted everywhere, and already, talk began of the great party and new songs that would be created and sung in honor of this great occasion. Chaos would have broken out, were it not for the loud roars from Jareth as he shouted for order and his coffee.
Normally, he didn't like all of the noise that came from the goblins, but today, it fit his mood well. In fact, he felt like singing at that moment, but decided it best to wait until after court, to give maximum time to see if the coffee would actually affect him. He rather doubted it, but he was willing to try.
After a second cup, he decided that he was still thirsty, so he asked for another cup to be put next to his throne so that he could drink as he listened to his subjects. The hour went quickly, as most of the complaints were about ownership of chickens, so he relied on his best method for determining: flipping a coin. So often, the goblins lived so close to one another that it was hard to tell where the chickens lived, as half the time the chickens just wandered about anyway. Jareth decided to change things up a bit by occasionally just taking the chicken from both, and then kicking them both out of the court (to even louder squeals of delight).
His legs had become quite jittery, for lack of a better word. Skittish, perhaps. Either way, he felt a need to use his legs more, and so he did.
When court was ended for the day, the noise level increased until one goblin asked whether there would still be more kicking. That got everyone quiet as they listened anxiously for Jareth's answer. Thankfully, Jareth was happy to oblige, so a line of the first twenty goblins got to be kicked, with goblins judging based on height and how long they made noises of awe. By the end, Jareth had broken his personal best record of twelve feet three times, pleasing him. The problem was, he still felt as though he had a lot of energy, and had no idea what to do.
After the goblins left to go drink and party, Jareth decided to speak to the cooks. It didn't last long, as he was suddenly feeling rather exasperated with them as they were going too slow for his liking. Impatience got the better of him, so he made it clear to them which foods were to be given to Sarah, to keep her happy. Much chocolate disappeared from Aboveground that day, as the goblins had strict orders to do “whatever was necessary” to get and keep the chocolate for Sarah, and Sarah alone. Bogging was the punishment for anyone who ate chocolate without Jareth controlling it, so there was more reason to obtain it.
Once the food was taken care of, Jareth proceeded onto the task of ordering clothes. New dresses were ordered, with the understanding that she would be measured once a week, to officially record what size dress was needed, and unofficially, to see how big she was getting. After that, Jareth indulged in a new pair of leather gloves and boots. His collection of leather gloves was quite extensive, a different pair for each special occasion. The amount of new gloves created during Sarah’s run alone was enough to keep Jareth reordering time for the goblins so that they had enough time to prepare for each meeting he had with Sarah. After that, he thought it a good idea to get Sarah another pair of gloves, and would have had a pair prepared for the new addition, were it not for the fact that he still did not know the gender. That put a slight dent in his plans, as a new wardrobe could not be created yet, but at the very least, he could have boots made, since male and female wore them. Their child would have the most adorable leather booties ever known.
When Jareth was satisfied with the clothiers, he was still thirsty, so he had another cup of coffee. He still did not feel the effects somehow, and since he was in a musical mood, he decided to see if any goblins had moved to the throne room.
Normally, Jareth had to be in a very good mood to want to sing, and an even better one to dance while singing. However, at this moment, he was still so proud of his accomplishments that he felt like dancing in his underwear, an event not universally known, except by Sarah of course. She had that magical effect on him, and occasionally he indulged her whims when she asked him. Sometimes the dance became interactive as he grabbed Sarah by the wrist or waist, but he never saw her complaining when he did that. All the same, he was not going to do that now, but later tonight was a very real possibility. That and carrying her bridal-style, as he enjoyed doing that.
Once Jareth poofed himself into the throne room, he found just the audience he was looking for. The goblins were already in the partying mode, but he had their rapt attention once he began. Everyone loved watching as Jareth did his rendition of “I've got a lovely bunch of crystal balls”. The verses changed every time as he sang of what he had and would do with them, but it always started and ended the same.
Several songs after that, Jareth left the throne room to raucous shouts and encores, and now he actually felt tired. Nope, that coffee did not affect him. However, a nap right now was not wise, as there was still more he wanted to do, and it might disturb his sleep schedule. Instead of coffee, he had some of Sarah’s chocolate, as he was fond of a candy bar now and then. After having two chocolate bars, he went outside to speak to various other goblins about having lunch and getting ready for when Sarah came back.
After eating and talking, Jareth went to find roses in the gardens, as Sarah loved the smell of roses in their room. He spread half of the petals artfully in their room, and then the other half when he didn’t like the job he did the first time and reordered time to fix it. After a few hours doing that, he felt like pacing, as he was now feeling antsy again. That would not do.
Going back to the throne room, Jareth still felt like pacing, which made him feel irritable, but with so much energy, he felt like singing, again! He didn't know what he wanted to sing, but some part of him was feeling the cabin fever, so after going through three different changes of clothing within ten minutes, much to the awe of the already drunk goblins, Jareth settled on wearing a sombrero with an appropriate outfit and lots of glitter. As he danced, he gave the goblins spoons to attempt to keep up with the beat he clapped, deciding against maracas as they might become popular at all parties. That, or they would all get destroyed as the goblins tried to figure out how they made noise. Some goblins attempted to copy Jareth's moves, but going in a circle was difficult for some. Jareth helped by throwing them up in the air, or kicking if they preferred it.
It was as Jareth came to the finale of the song he was dancing to that he got down on his knees as though about to do an air guitar solo when Sarah suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Sarah! You’re back at last!”
“And in the nick of time, too! What in bognation are you attempting to do?”
“Naturally,” he said smoothly as he got up and kissed her, “I was posing to greet my fair Queen.”
“With a sombrero on your head? The last time that happened had been at your bachelor party.”
“How did you hear about that? That night was special.”
“Sorry, but my dad was so entertained by that image of you that he told me about it right before we got married.”
“Is that why you were grinning so much as you walked down the aisle?”
“Partly. That, and, you look amazing in a tuxedo.”
“Of course I do,” he said, practically preening.
“Well, now you know that, and I am hungry. Shall we eat while we let the goblins celebrate?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me. All this dancing really helps to work up an appetite.”
After a long dinner discussing all that had happened that day, Jareth took Sarah to the library to show her the new plans he had made for the nursery, as well as show the new spot he had created for her while she read, so that she could read to their little one as well. The only place with more pillows was their bedroom. Then, he showed her where the nursery would be, and all the work he had set in motion while she was out, and then they went to their bedroom, for the last surprise.
The kiss Sarah and Jareth shared once the door was closed was very pleasurable and repeated multiple times for maximum results. Then, Jareth showed her his new dance, and he joined her on their bed, quite worn out.
“I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel as though I could sleep for several days, Precious. Why is this?”
“Well, based on all that you have done today alone, between several hours of singing and dancing, planning for us, court, and arranging all this, I’d say you have done several days of work all in one day. Usually, you take your time, or the goblins slow things down, but not today.”
“Oh no, not today. I had no patience today, so they did everything asked of them.”
“When did you start feeling impatient, Jareth?”
“Right after taking my first sip of-“
“Sip of what?”
“Coffee. Did I mention that I tried your coffee today? I only had four cups of it.”
“Four? No wonder you were dancing so much! I get shaky after having two cups.”
“No wonder I felt so skittish today. Perhaps it did affect me after all.”
“Perhaps? Oh, it definitely did.”
It was then that the sound of spoons being played terribly could be heard rising throughout the kingdom in a rather coordinated effort by the goblins. It seemed they were trying to keep it in time with the song they were singing: “Hail to Our Victor, Sarah”.
“That’s it, Jareth. No more coffee for you, ever.”
The soft snip of scissors echoed through Bart’s ears as he stared at the pile of pink and purple paper hearts sitting before him. Jamie sat across from him humming quietly as he cut the hearts and placed them in neat piles in front of him. Bart tapped his feet anxiously as the heavenly aroma of sugar cookies made it’s way up his nose.
Jaime finished the last heart and looked over to Bart. “What ese?” He asked raising an eyebrow to the younger boy.
“Why are we doing this again?” Bart asked scratching his head and turning to look over his head for the hundredth time hoping that the oven would go off soon.
Jaime set down the scissors and folded his arms onto the table and stared at Bart, “Its for Valentines Day. Are you really telling me you have no idea what that is?”
Bart nodded and again looked back into the kitchen the smell clearly getting to him. “I don’t really understand the concept of this holiday… hearts, pink, red roses, candy… I don’t get it.”
“Well for starters you aren’t getting any of those cookies so you can stop looking in my kitchen,” Jaime glared at the boy, but relaxed as Bart turned around slight disappointment in his eyes, “second it is a day to celebrate love and the people that matter to you. Kind of a day to show that special someone what they mean to you.”
Bart nodded then pointed to the hearts piled on the table, “So what are these for?”
“They are called valentines, you write little notes on them and decorate them if you want and give them to people.”
“Yes anyone. But you can make the one for the person who you adore most the best…”
“I wish I knew about these holidays more, it would have been nice to give things like this out to the people who meant…. A lot to me.” Bart sighed and turned back to face the kitchen and rest his chin on the back of the chair. And not this time to await the sound of the kitchen timer. This time to hide the small tears forming in his eyes.
Jamie looked over at Bart with concern and stared down at the pile of hearts. He was planning on giving one to each member of his family and of course to everyone on the team. But there were a lot of extras and Bart had wanted to help… Jaime cleared his throat, “You want to make some hermano?” Bart looked back at Jaime a confused look on his face as he quickly wiped a few small tears off of his face. “Valentines, I mean.” Jaime smiled holding up a few of the hearts.
Bart grinned and grabbed the hearts out Jaime’s hands in an instant and grabbed a blue pen and got to work jotting a few things on the first heart. Jaime smiled as he watched the brunette scribble quickly words of endearment. He wondered who they were to and if he would get one.
Do not be selfish, Jamie Reyes.
Jaime almost jumped at the sudden voice in his head. He glared and looked down at the pile of hearts before him and grabbed one and started to write. But the scarab was right he shouldn’t be thinking like that, he would love to get a note from Bart but it really wouldn’t kill him if he didn’t. Or would it?
Jaime couldn’t lie Bart meant a lot to him and he loved that the boy had trust in him. No matter what the future seemed to hold. Bart had become his best friend and one that meant just a little something more than Ty. Jaime sighed as he wrote a small note to Garf and continued to be lost in thought.
Bart looked over at Jamie and smirked as he jotted some things down on the current heart in front of him. It was a blue heart and he wrote in a dark black pen to be sure that the recipient could read what he wrote. Then the shrill beep of the oven sounded and Bart was on his feet and in the kitchen within seconds. Bart flicked on the light in the oven and stared at the beautiful heart shaped cookies sitting on the tray.
“Hey you coming?!” Bart yelled to the elder teen still sitting at the table.
Jaime jumped a little before turning to look at Bart. He instantly realized what was going on and hoped out of the chair and started towards the kitchen, “If you eat any of those hermano….”
Bart just laughed, “ I won’t I promise.” Bart grinned and reached to the counter and threw the oven mitts at Jaime, “Think fast!”
Jaime caught the mitts and rolled his eyes at Bart as he slipped them on and turned to the oven. Carefully he pulled out each tray setting them on the counter to cool. Jaime watched as Bart came dangerously close to the cookies and inhaled their sweet scent.
Bart backed up and looked directly at Jaime whose arms were crossed and his face wore a scolding look. “What?! I promise I won’t!” Bart yelled holding his arms to his chest before speeding around the teen and ended up back in the dinning area to finish his valentines.
“Dios mio…” Jaime muttered as he slowly trudged back to the table to finish his valentines. Jamie sat down and looked at the valentine he had been working on earlier. It was to Bart and a noting much was written on it, the word Bart was curled up in the top left corner of the heart with a small doodle of a curling heart in the other corner. The boy took a deep breath in before picking up another pen and started to write.
Bart leaned back in the chair and stared at the small pile of notes in front of him. He wrote them to the people that meant a lot to him, his family of course and a few of the members of the team. He hadn’t really wanted to make little “love notes” for everyone on the team since he didn’t really know all of them that well and he didn’t really want to. They did not mean that much to him, besides what was he really going to put in a note to Superboy, Lucky your strong cause you got a grip on me,,,, Bart just shook his head and looked back up to the dark haired boy across from him. He had been working on the same valentine for quite some time now. He wondered who it was to.
Bart zipped out of the chair and quietly leaned over Jaime’s shoulder. Jaime appeared oblivious to the boy next to him so Bart leaned closer to get a better read.
From a far place and date you came
To save a world in ashes you say
You decided to trust and befriend me
The one thing that started your misery
Why I will never know
You move at the speed of sound
But at that speed can you really hear
What you mean to me?
Bart felt a small tear form in his eye and as he reached up to wipe it away, he lightly bumped Jaime. Jaime jumped and let out a small cry. He looked up to Bart shocked and quickly covered the heart.
Bart grinned, “Whose that one to Jaime?” Jamie’s cheeks turned a light pink and he glared down at the table. Bart heard Jaime mutter something in Spanish, which only made the younger boy chuckle. “Hey how about we decorate those cookies?” Bart sped back into the kitchen and had a can of frosting open and was already starting the first row of cookies by the time Jaime pulled himself together.
Jaime shook his head and stood up. The impulse did read your valentine Jaime Reyes. Jamie groaned and made his way to the kitchen.
“Problem her-man-o?” Bart asked butchering the Spanish as he elbowed Jaime with his arm holding the pink frosted knife.
Jaime looked at the cookies they were all almost frosted, “Jeeze ese save something for me…”
Bart looked down and realized that the cookies were all almost done. He frowned feeling bad that he let his speed take over again. He watched as Jaime pulled out the sprinkles and lightly dusted the different Valentine colors over the cookies.
“I’m sorry Jaime,” Bart said as he set down the frosting and sped to his friend’s side and placed an arm around his shoulder.
“It’s okay ese,” Jamie sighed smiling at the younger boy.
Bart grinned and went back to frosting the rest of the cookies. When he was done he raced back to the table in the dinning area and grabbed his special valentine. He grinned and put it in his back pocket. Then sped back to Jaime’s side.
“What did you just do?” Jaime asked not looking at him but at the cookies in front of him.
Bart just grinned at the older boy and replied with a musical, “nooooothing.” Jamie just rolled his eyes before looking at the younger boy. A small streak of pink frosting sat on Bart’s right cheek.
“Uhh ese…” Jaime started uneasily pointing at Bart’s face. Bart looked at him confused hoping an alien wasn’t coming out of his eyes or something. “You just got a little something right there.” Jaime pointed to Bart’s cheek and let his finger rest just below the frosting. Bart stuck out his tongue and tried to reach over and lick the frosting away but ended up licking Jaime’s finger instead. Jamie instantly pulled his finger away both boys turning the same shade as the frosting on the cookies.
Bart smiled as he reached in front of Jaime and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the frosting away. But just before he got his hand back from the paper towels Jaime grabbed his wrist. “Here I’ll get it, ese,” Jaime said smiling at him.
Bart watched as Jaime walked over to the sink with the paper towel and wet it lightly under the water. He returned and wiped the pink streak off the boys face. Bart smiled before thanking him. Jaime just smiled at the boy and went back to the cookies.
Bart stood uneasy in the kitchen lightly rocking from the back to the front of his heels unsure what to do. He really wanted a cookie that was for sure; he could tell he was starting to run on his “fumes”. It wasn’t anything bad yet but he was starting to get hungry again.
Out of the corner of his eye Jaime watched as Bart continued to eye the cookies. He smirked as he capped off the sprinkles and lifted up two of the cookies closest to him.
“Open up,” Jaime teased as he walked over one of the cookies held out to Bart.
Bart quickly looked over to the older boy before realizing what he was talking about, “Oh! Thanks!” He happily chimed as he reached for the cookie. He watched as a slight disappointment fell over Jaime’s face as he grabbed the cookie and practically jammed the whole thing in his mouth. “What?”
Jamie just shook his head and bit into his own cookie, “That’s disgusting,” Jaime mumbled as he slowly chewed the sweet heart.
Bart just laughed and sped over to Jaime’s side leaning lightly into him, “Am I just too fast for ya?”
Jaime chuckled softly before taking another bite of his cookie. Then he looked down into the younger boys eyes, “Who did you make valentines for?”
“Oh just a few people… “Bart replied leaning back into the island in the kitchen.
“Really I would never have known! But who in particular?”
“Just the people who matter to me and the people that I know pretty well.”
Jamie took the last bite of his cookie and nodded at the younger boy. Bart laughed at him and then closed the space between the two and came right up to Jaime’s chest. “Of course you got one her-man-o!” Bart winked and stood up on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Jaime on the lips.
Jaime stood shocked. He felt something slip into his hand and in an instant Bart was gone out the door with his Valentines., and the one Jaime had made for him. Jaime smiled weakly before lifting up his hand to see a small blue heart now in his possesion. Carefully he unfolded it and read it:
I don’t know what you write in here...
Maybe it’s a poem?
I don’t know any good ones,
That have all the words I want to say to you
It’s hard to find any easier way,
Than to just say
Jamie I love you
Severus Snape stared down at the parchment in his hand. As he reread it, he smiled briefly, and then inspiration struck.
Work began quickly after that. His lab was momentarily left in order to find all of the proper ingredients so that his new project would work. And oh, what a project it would be! He would show those prankster Weasley brothers just how clever Severus Snape was after all.
Granted, he could not claim all of the inspiration for this idea. No, it was due in part to an old school friend of his, Caroline. She had recently gotten married, and had finally sent a note of thanks, thanking him multiple times for making it to her wedding. In that letter of thanks, she also mentioned a new story that she had recently come upon, called Labyrinth. The tale was simple enough, how a foolish girl made a wish and went through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered in order to take back her baby brother from a goblin king. He hadn’t cared all that much about the story other than something at the end, a bog.
But this was no ordinary bog. No, this was a Bog of Eternal Stench. And that gave him the idea he needed to finally put those Weasley brothers in their place. Why did they bother him so much? Hadn’t it been enough that he had faked his own death and come back to help win the war? No, he guessed not. Perhaps because he was now with Hermione?
Whatever the reason was, he wanted to out-prank the Weasley twins, if that was even possible. After years of dealing with their “gifts” that appeared at his door or in his lab, he was going to have his revenge.
He first needed a way to make the twins accept the trick, and so he called it a new toy. He quickly wrote, using a false name to gain their trust. Once they showed their eagerness for something new that would be “sure to delight people of all ages”, he told them that he would send it to them.
He had had so many ideas running around in his head about what he should do, but none of them had seemed good enough. He needed something that would surprise them and stop them from doing anything. That was where the Bog of Eternal Stench came in handy.
While he did not know of a potion that could imbue a smell permanently, he knew of several that could last for months on end. That would have to do. Getting the ingredients was the hardest part. He enlisted Hermione to help, since she was Muggle-born and knew what those things were that Caroline had mentioned. Soon he had all the old shoes, sweaty clothes, and burnt popcorn he could ask for. Combining those with the other things he needed, he extracted what he required, and the “toy” took shape. Really, it was more of a dirty bomb, but they didn’t need to know that.
It took several tries of taking all of the different smells and combining them into one noxious place, but he managed. With each scent imbued in the smoke he manipulated, each had their turn to be added to fragrant mixture until they were placed into the small, glowing mortar on the floor so that it could be added to the liquid blob inside the mortar. The lab smelled awful for those few hours as he meticulously combined everything into a blackish-green fluid, similar to the feel and movement as jello, yet more liquid, like silly putty.
In the end, it was a small, non-threatening little ball, smaller than his fist. Oh, but the power it packed! He quickly put the finishing touches on it, so that it would explode the moment it was released from its package by the twins, as well as adding a little flair of magic so that they could see his initials as it was released. They would know who they were dealing with.
The ball would explode, sending bits of it onto every possible surface, releasing the ghastly smell that combined all of the worst-smelling things imaginable, just like the bog. And it would last for a long time to come. If he was lucky, they would open it inside the main part of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Once it was packaged up, he wrote a note back to Caroline, thanking her for the inspiration he needed. He also sent her a birthday present, since he knew it was coming soon. His regular owl took that to Caroline, while he prepared another owl to deliver the dirty bomb.
Once that owl was sent, he cleaned up his lab, airing it so that he would not be smelling the sweat for weeks to come. He would create another potion to purify the air if it became necessary. After that, he cleaned up himself, and went off to find Hermione. She was working hard at the Ministry of Magic, but she should have been home by now.
It was summer right now, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to spend some time outdoors with her. He had read in a Muggle magazine in Hermione’s home that girls liked going on picnics outdoors, so he thought that he would surprise her this time with one.
Perhaps, if he was really feeling lucky, he would also show her what he had bought for her at the jewelry store. He had hinted to Caroline that soon she may be receiving an invitation from him of a similar nature. It just depended on the moment.
Certainly, he cared a lot about Hermione. There could be no denying that. She had caught his attention long ago, and had retained it since. She had grown into a beautiful woman, confident and mature. Someone he would gladly marry after slowly learning to love again.
In the weeks that followed that happy picnic, Snape had further cause to be glad. He later heard from Potter that there had been a terrible accident in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, and it had been forced to shut down for a whole month. Snape did his own version of a happy dance before Hermione or Potter noticed.
But, what Snape did not find out about was what happened after the Weasley brothers opened their shop again. Sure, they had been closed, but they had not been idle by any means. When they opened again, it was with the promise of new tricks and gimmicks, and they delivered well. Their best-selling product that made up for all of the lost profit of the month, in one day? Why, none other than Aromus Attackus.
Author’s Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. All rights go to their respective owners. This story is part of an art trade with ScarletQuill , and I wanted to create something related to Harry Potter since that is how I found her originally. We both love stories involving Severus Snape and Hermoine, so I wanted to write a little something in that honor. This story is an AU of Harry Potter, taking place after the war where both Snape and Fred survive.
Who won: Snape or the Weasleys? I’ll let you decide. Yes, this is probably the definition of silliness, but I can’t help it. It just needed to happen! ScarletQuill is fond of Harry Potter stories involving Snape and the Weasleys’ pranks, or him with Hermoine, so I thought I would combine them both. A small tribute is paid to one of her stories as he leaves his initials so that the twins know it was him. Also, it is ScarletQuill’s birthday, so I wanted to get this out in time for it. Happy Birthday, Caroline!
This story gave me serious writer’s block as I tried to figure out which combination I wanted to write about, until I decided to say screw it and include everything! No shame. I hope you enjoyed the silliness! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Also, if you like the cover image, here is the original: fav.me/d73pwnh