70- Of Magically Binding Things

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Chapter 70- Of Magically Binding Things

Monday morning, Hermione showed up at McGonagall's office door at 9:50 a.m., dressed in a businesslike skirt and blouse with plain robes. She had decided to bring materials to make notes, and had Transfigured her tattered book bag into a sleeker briefcase. Determined to look more grown-up, she had put on makeup and gathered her hair into a clip at the base of her neck in a vain attempt to keep her wayward curls out of her face.

At her knock, McGonagall opened the door, beaming at her prize pupil. "Miss Granger, good morning."

Nodding as she entered, Hermione retorted, "Good morning, Professor. Thank you again for allowing me to use your Floo."

McGonagall waved her hand dismissively and said, "Think nothing of it, my dear." Then, she paused and smiled fondly, adding, "My, but you do look professional, Hermione."

Ducking her head modestly, Hermione murmured, "Thank you." Then, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she met the older woman's gaze and boldly offered up her half-truth, practicing her Slytherin wiles. "I don't know how long I'll be gone. I'm not sure how long the meeting itself will last, and, seeing as how this is rather important, I'd like to talk to my parents as well."

McGonagall nodded shrewdly. "Of course! I daresay you'll have plenty to talk about. Granted, you are getting somewhat special treatment, so I'll thank you not to bruit it about and make noise about it. Make sure you're back for dinner tonight, and be discreet. If you'd like to Floo here, you may. Or if you'd rather Apparate, just be sure to arrive in time to get up to the Great Hall before dinner is over."

Hermione felt a thrill of excitement at having so much time available to meet Snape, followed immediately by a pang of guilt for deceiving her Head of House. "I appreciate your help, Professor, and I promise I'll be discreet." Gods know I've had practice enough at that lately... Gesturing to the hearth, she added, "I'd better go. It's almost time."

McGonagall pointed to the pot of Floo powder on the mantle, and Hermione pinched a bit, throwing it into the grate and stating, "Ministry of Magic." The green flames leapt up and she stepped into them, closing her eyes at the spinning sensation.

She opened them quickly, loath to miss her stop, and carefully stepped out of one of the many hearths lined along the Ministry of Magic's Atrium. Moving out of the way of any possible arrivals to follow, she made quick work of charming the soot off her robes. Crossing to the desk near the lifts at the end of the Atrium, she greeted the wizard there and obediently proffered her wand for registration.

Smiling politely in response to the watchwizard's greeting, she stepped through the golden gates and into a waiting lift, heading up to Level Five, ignoring the lavender memos flapping above her head. Emerging on Level Five, she paused, once again taking a steadying breath and lifting her chin as she crossed to the information desk.

The pretty witch with blonde curls smiled up at Hermione and chirped, "Good morning. My name is Polly. How may I help you?"

"Hello, Polly. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm here for a meeting with Audrey Dinsmore."

Polly consulted a large chart on her desk and tapped her quill on an entry. "Yes, here you are." Beaming at her again, she stood and leant forward, pointing down a corridor and saying, "She'll be right with you. Just have a seat in room seven there, on the left, and make yourself comfortable. If you'd like some tea or coffee, help yourself. The urns are always kept full." With a cheerful nod, she sank back into her seat, deftly catching a flying memo that had arrowed up to her.

Flashing a grateful smile, Hermione said, "Thank you," and hastened to the room. Feeling rather overwhelmed and isolated in the generously appointed conference room, she took advantage of the tea service, smirking at the lack of honey and lemon, but glad of having something to do to keep busy while she waited.

Barely a couple of minutes later, Audrey entered, beaming and making a beeline for Hermione, hand outstretched. "Miss Granger, I'm so pleased you agreed to meet me. Please, sit. I see you have some tea. Excellent. I could do with a cuppa myself while we wait for the others."

Hermione shook Audrey's hand and echoed, "Others?"

Audrey crossed to the tea service and busied herself with the sugar. "Yes, there are a few departments involved, and we'll have a representative from each of them here today." She turned to see Hermione's apprehensive expression. Waving her hand as she rejoined Hermione at the long table, she continued, "Oh, you needn't worry. They're all lovely people. And we're all quite excited to have you here." She leant forward, eyes twinkling, and said, sotto voice, "You are our first choice, you know."

Hermione blinked, her brows rising as a rush of self-confidence filled her. "Really? No, I hadn't realized that." Then, a self-satisfied smile quirked her lips and she lifted her teacup to hide it.

Audrey, however, had seen it, and she laughed. "Indeed. Keep that in mind, Miss Granger. I doubt there's anyone else in the UK who is as uniquely fitted for this new role as you are."

Hermione noticed the other woman's play on words and chuckled, relaxing a trifle. Her relaxation didn't last long, as a group of people suddenly entered the room all at once, making her shoot to her feet nervously.

Audrey stood as well, stepping forward to greet each person and introduce them all in turn. Hermione felt rather stiff with formality, but she took refuge in it, allowing the frosty dignity to shield her inner anxiety.

As Audrey introduced, "Mr. Allery Tilworth, Chief Liaison in the new Department of the Arts," Hermione smiled in polite recognition.

"I remember you from Hogwarts. You announced the result of the competition."

Tilworth bowed and smiled. "And such an honour that was for me, Miss Granger." He shook her hand briefly and stepped aside for the next person.

"Mr. Blair Ballantine, Senior Undersecretary for the Department of International Magic Relations." The tall, fair man gripped her hand firmly and nodded before heading to a seat. "Madam Cecille Winchcombe, Junior Minister for Magic/Muggle Relations." A slight woman with wavy grey hair and bright hazel eyes beamed at her as she shook her hand.

"A pleasure, Miss Granger." She flashed a lopsided smile at Hermione's polite response and moved to the side, leaving the last person to be introduced.

"Mr. Simon Barker, retired personal tutor for esteemed wizarding families throughout Great Britain." The elderly wizard managed to eye Hermione with the chill, measuring look of an aristocrat, even as he took her hand and bowed.

Murmuring a greeting, Hermione narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Esteemed wizarding families," eh? No doubt that's just the polite term for "pure-bloods." When the introductions were complete, they all took their seats at the highly polished table, everyone looking to Audrey to commence with the meeting.

"Welcome, everyone. You all know why we're here. The Ministry is looking to start building the new Fine Arts department as soon as possible, and Miss Granger has been named as a candidate for that position."

"Excuse me, Audrey, but isn't Mr. Tilworth the Chief Liaison in the new Department of the Arts?" Hermione wanted them to know she wasn't so slow as to not have picked up on the man's title.

Tilworth leant forward and said, "Oh, no, well, yes, but not really." He grimaced. "I mean, I am, but it was known from the start that it was only a temporary position until the proper candidate was hired. I'm a glorified place holder, Miss Granger." His smile was deprecating and Hermione nodded understanding.

Audrey waited patiently for their exchange to finish, then continued. "This new department will work closely with your departments," and she darted a glance at Ballantine and Winchcombe, "so we want to make sure we know what it will entail from the start." With that, she withdrew a stack of papers and a self-inking quill from her bag, gazing around expectantly.

As if on cue, each person brought out their own papers, and Hermione took out her parchment and quill to make notes of the discussion.

When each person outlined what would be needed to work with his or her department, Hermione realized the magnitude of the position she was being offered. Barker was there to offer points about education and how the new standards might be introduced into schools.

Fascinated by the immense complexity of the endeavour, Hermione forgot her nervousness and jumped right into the discussion, making salient points and neatly vetoing some ideas. While Barker may have had experience with tutoring wizards, she had the experience with the arts in the Muggle world, and she could discern what was lacking in his suggestions.

After an hour and a half of intense deliberations, Hermione noted a slight change in the way the others were talking to her. When they had begun, they had treated her like a student, sometimes seeming as though they were humouring a child. Now, she was gratified to see a spark of respect in their eyes and hear the dismissive tone of voice fading, to be replaced by one of admiration.

When she realized that they were starting to fall into nitpicky details, Hermione sat back and held up her hands. "I beg your pardon." They all went silent, staring at her in perplexity. Hermione smoothed her parchment and swallowed, taking a moment to gather her composure. Settling in her chair, she held each person's gaze in turn and said, "You seem to be moving on in the assumption that I'll be taking this position."

Eyes widened and mouths fell open in surprise at her bald statement. Audrey recovered first, narrowed eyes raking Hermione with another measuring look. Impressed beyond what she had already thought, she smirked and said, "Miss Granger has a point. Clearly we have done our due diligence in apprising her of what the position would require and entail. Now we must be just as clear in what we have to offer."

Hermione affected an air of polite interest, even though her heart was pounding at her brash pronouncement. Audrey fished through her stack of notes and pulled out a list.

"A standard Ministry contract includes your salary as well as all benefits and perquisites that come with your position." Sliding the pages to Hermione, she said, "You can see all of the requirements, expectations, and compensation listed there. Schedule, duties, pay, benefits, bonuses available, holidays, due process in the event of problems with job performance, terminable offences, etc. You'll see that the salary is quite generous, particularly for someone who has no previous Ministry experience." She paused, waiting while Hermione skimmed the pages.

When she finished her perusal, secretly excited at the salary offered and the benefits included, Hermione calmly reached for her briefcase and opened it, putting her notes and the contract inside. As she closed the case, everyone else at the table seemed to erupt in activity at once.

Chairs scraped along the floor and throats were cleared as Audrey burst forth with, "Miss Granger, what are you doing?"

Hermione turned a cool look on the agitated woman and said, "I'm taking it with me for consideration." She gazed about at the rest of the group, one corner of her lips quirking up in amusement. "Surely you didn't expect me to just snatch it up and sign it right here and now?" At their chagrined expressions, she gave a soft snort.

"I read the clause at the bottom that indicates that signing such a contract is magically binding. I daresay it would be precipitate indeed to make such a commitment without due consideration."

She was surprised to see a faint, smug smirk spreading the lips of Simon Barker. He eyed her with new respect, and when she held his gaze and lifted her chin, he nodded in concession.

Audrey struggled to hide her disappointment that she hadn't managed to secure Hermione's agreement immediately. Her superiors were eager to get the ball rolling as quickly as possible, and her skills in persuasion were not to be trifled with. Trying to submit with good grace, she said, "Of course. Take your time. If you have any questions or concerns, you know how to contact me. Of course, if you agree to the contract, simply sign it and send it by owl post. If you like, you could be working here as soon as term is over at Hogwarts. There's much to be done before September 1st."

Hermione nodded, stomach trembling in triumph. Making sure her briefcase was locked, she stood, smiling at the older witches and wizards. "Thank you for your time. It was a pleasure to meet all of you." Belatedly, the others stood, too. "Good day." She nodded as she stepped toward the door.

The men at the table offered half-hearted bows of dismay while the women nodded in farewell. Hermione flashed one last smile at the deflated group before exiting and heading straight for the lift.

Polly, at the desk, chimed, "Have a nice day!"

Hermione murmured, "Likewise," as she shut the grille and heaved a sigh of relief to be away from the high-pressure atmosphere.

Back in the Atrium, she crossed to the departing Floos and smiled to herself. It was nearly noon, and Snape would be waiting for her at the house. Heart filling with happiness, she tossed a pinch of powder into the hearth and said, "Spinner's End."

Wanting to leap joyfully into the emerald flames, Hermione instead maintained decorum and whooshed out of sight.

***** *****

Snape was making use of his nervous energy, anticipating Hermione's visit, by moving the boxes of bottles and ingredients from the stacks in the living room down into his newly completed potions lab in the magically reinforced basement.

He was nearly to the top of the stairs when he heard Hermione's voice calling, "Severus?" Surging up the last few steps and racing through the kitchen and dining room, he emerged into his living room, nearly careering into her as she made to enter the dining room in search of him.

Both of them tried to stop their forward motion, but neither was completely successful, and they smacked into each other, losing their balance. Snape wrapped his arms around her in an effort to stop her fall, but found he couldn't stop his own tumble, and they collapsed onto the threshold in a mass of twined limbs.

Hermione's startled "Oh!" was quickly followed by a laugh, even as Snape said, "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" He struggled to disentangle himself from her, patting her carefully, checking for damage.

Hermione blinked a few times and shook her head but laughed again. "I'm fine, dear heart. Are you okay?"

Snape tossed his head in dismissal. "As long as you're not hurt."

Hermione grabbed his roaming hands and made him look into her face. "I'm fine. Not exactly the welcome I was hoping for, but..."

She trailed off, grinning impishly at him, and he relaxed. Finally looking at her, he took in her adult attire and his heart lifted. Smiling back, he leant forward and cupped her cheek, murmuring, "How's this instead?" He closed the distance between them and kissed her soundly.

When they separated, Hermione's eyes were unfocused, and her face was flushed. Her voice shaky, she said, "Yes, that's more like what I wanted."

Snape grinned and stood, pulling her up with him. As soon as she was on her feet, he pressed her against the door jamb and ducked down to thoroughly snog her again, his hands framing her face. Her hands crept up to snake around his neck, then one slipped down and pulled his hips forward, until his body was flush against hers, sandwiching her between him and the doorframe.

His joy at having her there, coupled with the intense pleasure of her body against his, welled up within him, tightening his chest and his trousers. As he ducked his head, trailing nibbling kisses along her jaw to her ear, she gasped, struggling to find her voice.

"Ah...oh...Se-Severus...mm...shouldn't...I mean...don't you...ahhh...wait a minute!" Pushing away, she writhed out from between him and the door jamb, gulping air as she tried to regain her composure. Snape twisted and eyed her in confusion.

Smoothing her hair, she said, "Aren't we supposed to be going out? I mean, you said you wanted to take me to help you finish shopping, right?"

Snape blinked at her, incredulous. Advancing on her, he rumbled, "You'd rather shop than..." he paused, searching for the right word, "...continue?"

Hermione lifted her chin. "Well, we don't have much time, and I know we won't get a chance like this again, at least not until term is over..."

Snape reached her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, his erection a noticeable lump against her belly. Eyes hooded, he said pointedly, "And you'd still rather go buy furniture?"

Assailed by a rush of heat as she felt his cock twitch, she faltered, "W-what kind of f-furniture?"

Snape paused his actions, staring down at her in disbelief. Annoyance trickled into his voice as he bit out, "Furniture. Tables, chairs, chests of drawers, beds..."

Hermione interrupted him with a glint in her eye. "Beds?"

Snape opened his mouth automatically to retort, but the slow wicked smile spreading Hermione's lips made him pause. Closing his mouth again, he, too, smiled, then purred, "Indeed. Beds."

Hermione tilted her head toward the fireplace and drawled, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Snape smirked and released her, straightening his clothes. Once again, he was wearing his Muggle clothing, and the bulge in his trousers was visible. Clearing his throat, he nodded at her and said, "Lose the robes. We're hitting Muggle stores today." She obediently shrugged out of her robes, revealing her businesslike skirt and blouse. Snape gazed at her appreciatively, but murmured, "If you'll excuse me..." Quickly, he went to the toilet and adjusted, splashing cold water on his face and smoothing his hair, trying to encourage his erection to wilt.

Hermione folded her robes and laid them on one of the remaining boxes in the living room. Crossing into the kitchen, she took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap, taking a long swallow before pressing the glass against her temples in an attempt to cool her ardour.

Snape rejoined her just as she was wiping the glass and setting it on the counter. "Ready?"

Hermione took a deep breath and flashed a smile at him in challenge. "As I'll ever be."

He offered her his arm and cast the usual concealment charm before Disapparating.

They appeared between buildings, and he ended the concealment charm, beaming at her as they stepped arm in arm into the sunshine. Merging with the crowds bustling along the street, they entered the first store on his list, where he showed her the items he liked.

The afternoon flew as they went from store to store, Hermione shaking her head at some choices and lighting up in approval at others. They were both getting rather drunk on the heady sensation of being treated as a couple by the salespeople, who had rightly surmised that this May-December pair was indeed a couple by the way they couldn't keep their eyes and hands off each other.

Eventually, they stopped at a café, ordering tea and sandwiches to fill their rumbling stomachs while they discussed which pieces she liked and Snape made notes on his list, striking through several items and circling others.

When they had finished their meal, his left hand and her right clasped across the table, Snape made final notes on his paper and looked up at her. "Now that that's done, tell me about your meeting."

Hermione blinked and took a deep breath, regaling him with the tale of her nervousness and the way the others had changed the way they had treated her as the meeting wore on. When she finished, smirking over their dismay at her departure to consider the offer, Snape nodded approval at her, mirroring her smirk.

"Well done, love. You clearly held your own against all of them. So, you have the contract at the house?"

"Yes, it's in my bag. I really do want to take time to read it slowly and thoroughly before making a decision, but right now, I'll admit that it looks pretty promising."

Snape wadded his napkin and laid it on his plate, pushing back from the table. "Why don't we head back and take a look at it? It's getting late."

Hermione checked the time and voiced a cry of alarm. "Oh, my! I hadn't realized we had been here so long." She rose quickly, biting her lip. "My folks should be closing up shop soon."

Snape frowned at her in confusion. "What about your folks?"

"I told Professor McGonagall that I didn't know how long I'd be, since I wanted to talk to my parents about the job. That way, I could spend this time with you."

Snape's scowl smoothed at her admission, but returned as she continued, "It was a ruse, but then I realized I really should talk to them. They may not be wizards, but they do run their own practice, so they can likely give me sound advice. But, there's not enough time for me to talk it over with you and go see them before I have to get back to Hogwarts."

Snape, feeling a flash of annoyance that she apparently wanted to shorten their time together to visit her parents, blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I'll go with you."

There was a charged pause as they locked eyes, Snape's expression as surprised as Hermione's at his suggestion.

After a long moment, Hermione realized that people were starting to stare at them, standing there gazing mutely at each other over the café table as they were. Blinking and clearing her throat, she tilted her head and murmured, "Why don't we continue this outside?"

Snape nodded dumbly and followed her back out onto the pavement. When they had walked far enough away from the café that no one there could still see them, Hermione stopped and spun on Snape, gazing up at him in perplexity.

"Did you just offer to go with me to visit my parents?"

Snape swallowed, trying to look nonchalant. "It...ah...would save time."

Planting her hands on her hips, brows creeping upward, she said, "And just how would we explain your presence?"

Hastily, Snape retorted, "I am your escort. We'll simply say that we thought it best that you have a professor escort you to such a meeting, and since I was directly involved with the play, I was sent."

Hermione goggled at him, astounded by the way he so blithely manufactured a plausible lie. Awe tingeing her voice, she said, "How do you do that?"

Snape drew back, frowning. "Do what?"

"Make things up. Just like that!" She snapped her fingers. "And without a blink of an eye!"

Snape ducked his head modestly and drawled, "Years of practice."

Hermione shook her head incredulously, then her eyes narrowed and she growled, "You may be a great liar and actor, Severus, but you had better not lie to me. Ever."

Snape's eyes snapped to hers, startled by the peevishness in her voice. That was when he realized that her waspish declaration was fuelled by the insecurity lurking in her eyes. Stepping closer to her and holding her gaze, he gripped her hands, tugging them from her hips, and said, "Never. I promised I would never hurt you, and I will never lie to you, Hermione. I love you."

The worry darkening her eyes faded at his sincere words, and she heaved a sigh, relaxing. "I love you, Severus." She collapsed against him, pressing her cheek against his chest and wrapping him in her arms. After a brief hug, she pulled back and said, her voice still coloured with apprehension, "Fine. If you think you can pull it off... Let's go."

Snape's eyes widened at her capitulation. "Quickly. Into the alley. We can go straight to Spinner's End and you can Apparate us to your parents."

Hastening into the alley, they Disapparated. Back in his living room, Hermione dove for the Transfigured briefcase. Clutching it under one arm, she gripped Snape's arm and concentrated on her parents' practice, Apparating into the alley behind the building, near the rear exit.

They appeared, and Hermione led Snape around to the front, glad they were in Muggle clothes, in case there were any patients there. The door chimed as they entered, and the receptionist looked up, breaking into a wide smile at the sight of Hermione.

"Hermione! What a surprise! I haven't seen you in ages!" The motherly woman bustled out from behind the desk and crushed Hermione to her ample bosom with a welcoming embrace.

Hermione, gamely trying to disengage from the woman's arms, said, "It's good to see you again, Lorna. Are my folks with patients right now? I know it's almost closing time."

Lorna backed away, still beaming. "They're just cleaning up. Last patient left about ten minutes ago. Tracy and Devin already took off as well."

Hermione nodded acknowledgement as she crossed to the doorway to search for her parents. "Pity. It would have been nice to see them again as well." She paused and turned to Snape. "Professor, you can follow me. They'll be back here."

Lorna turned her attention to Snape, who had hung back near the front door when the stout woman had come charging out from behind the counter. Snape nodded politely to her as he strode past, pleased to make his escape before she could engage him in conversation.

As soon as Snape had sidled past her into the corridor, Hermione waved to Lorna. "It was good to see you again. We're on a bit of a time crunch, so I can't stay to chat. You understand." She made a moue of regret and ducked away before the effusive woman could respond.

Hustling Snape down the hallway, she peeked into the rooms on either side, but they were empty. At the end of the hall were the toilet and the door to the break room.

"They must be in here." She jerked her head at the break room door and gestured for Snape to open it. He pushed the door inward, and Hermione's parents looked up in surprise.

Geoff Granger said, "Hermione?" at the same time Dione Granger said, "Severus?"

Hermione and Snape entered the room, and Hermione said, "Hi, Dad! Hi, Mum! A bit of a shock to see us, I'm sure, but there's nothing wrong; I promise." She darted forward to hug her parents, then guided them to sit at the table, beckoning to Snape to join them.

As he slid into a chair, Snape glibly offered, "Pleasure to see you again, Geoff, Dione. I had the honour of escorting Miss Granger to the Ministry today, and she insisted that we stop here before returning to Hogwarts."

Glancing bewilderedly between them, Geoff said, "The Ministry? For what?"

Hermione patted her father's hand and smiled in reassurance. Plopping her briefcase on the table between them, she said, "I've got some exciting news. And I wanted to talk it over with you as soon as I could."

Pulling the notes and the contract from the case, she launched into a briefer version of her recounting to Snape, flushing with pleasure at the way her parents' faces lit up with pride at her news. She had just finished telling the part about stopping them all in their tracks when the break room door opened and Lorna poked her head in.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I've powered everything down and locked up. Do you need anything else before I go?"

Geoff waved his hand in dismissal and said, "No, thank you, Lorna. That's perfect. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Good evening then. Good to see you again, Hermione." She nodded blithely at them all before ducking through the break room to leave through the rear exit.

When she was gone, three pairs of eyes returned to Hermione, urging her to continue. She gestured toward the contract and began listing the details. Not only did her parents ask for clarifications, Snape offered pointed queries as well. Hermione found it both unsettling and exhilarating to have such an important conversation about her future with three of the most influential people in her life at the same time, particularly since her true connection with Snape was still a secret.

Hermione made more notes based on their questions and comments, and every detail was discussed within an inch of its life. They had been at it for over an hour when, during a lull in the conversation, an audible rumble was heard in the general vicinity of Geoff's stomach. He flushed awkwardly as they all stared at him in amusement.

"Sorry. Usually we're home having dinner by now."

His statement served to remind Hermione of the time, and she and Snape both noticed how late it was at the same moment, exchanging a look of alarm. In a sudden flurry of activity, Snape stood, collecting the scattered papers and handing them to Hermione, who shoved them into her case, shooting to her feet. Startled and bewildered, Geoff and Dione rose as well, glancing between Snape and Hermione.

Grimacing in apology, Hermione said, "I've got to be back soon. I'm not supposed to miss dinner at Hogwarts. I didn't realize how long we were here."

Dione rounded the table to lay a hand on Hermione's arm. "Surely you won't get in trouble. Not with Severus to vouch for you."

Hermione flicked a guilty glance at Snape, who swallowed and suddenly affected great interest in a poster about gingivitis.

"Well, you see... Professor Snape is not my Head of House. And Professor McGonagall was specific about when I should return, so I daren't ignore her instructions, even if school is all but over. She deserves that respect."

Geoff nodded sagely. "You're right, of course." He crossed to Hermione and hugged her. "Hurry along then. We'll see you in a couple of weeks." As soon as he released her, Dione stepped up to hug her as well.

Snape darted a glance at Hermione and noticed her awkward flush. I wonder if they will see her in a couple of weeks...will she come with me or return to their home? He blinked to attention as Geoff turned to him, hand outstretched.

"Good to see you again, Severus. You always seem to be taking care of our girl here." The shorter man grinned up at him as they shook hands. "You really made some good points there about that contract. I wouldn't have even thought of some of them. We're glad Hermione has someone besides us that she can count on for sound advice. Thanks again."

Snape's gut twisted with a pang of unease, wondering if they'd still be so grateful about just how he was taking care of Hermione when they found out about their relationship.

"Merely doing my duty." Snape inclined his head to both of Hermione's parents, then stepped toward Hermione and said, "Come along, Miss Granger, I'll Apparate us out of here and get you back to Hogwarts."

Hermione wrapped her hand around his elbow and cast a grateful smile at her folks. "Thank you so much. I'm sorry I don't have more time to stay and talk. I promise I'll owl you once I've heard back from the Ministry." Glancing up at Snape, she added, "I'm ready, sir."

Nodding, Snape said, "Good evening," and Disapparated.

They arrived in his living room again, and Hermione let go of his arm, crossing toward the hearth. "I should Floo right away. If I hurry, I can make it to the Great Hall with about ten minutes left to dinner."

Snape sighed in resignation but nodded. "Don't forget your robes." She snatched them from the box where they lay and he stood back and watched her put them on.

Smoothing the fabric and settling her hair again, Hermione darted to Snape and stretched up to kiss him. It was hurried, but no less sincere. "Today was wonderful, Severus. And I appreciate your help with this contract. If they respond quickly enough to my amendments, I may have a job lined up before end of term!" Grinning in excitement, she caressed his cheek.

Snape's smile was wistful as he said, "Indeed. That would be quite a feat, love. But don't rush anything. Make sure you're satisfied." He paused and she nodded. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Go on. I'll see you later."

Hermione crossed to the hearth and tossed in a pinch of Floo powder. She had put one foot into the flames before she turned and said, "I love you, Severus."

Snape smiled, murmuring, "And I, you, dear heart."

Beaming back at him, Hermione stated, "Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall's office," and whirled out of sight.

Snape watched the green flames sputter out, then sighed again as he grabbed another box and headed back to the basement.

***** *****

Hermione sped down the corridors and staircases, arriving breathlessly at the Gryffindor table to see her mates lounging and talking, having clearly finished their meals earlier. Their reason for waiting became apparent as Hermione dropped onto the bench and they all rounded on her with eager expressions.

Ron was beside Ginny, who was by Harry, and Neville was across from them, beside the spot Hermione had just taken.

"Well? Did you take it?" Ron's blue eyes were gleaming with interest.

Ginny's "What happened?" blended with Neville's "How'd it go?"

Hermione reached for a roll and buttered it while she told them a highly abridged version of events. When they continued to besiege her with questions, Harry butted in, saying, "Hang on a minute, will you? Let her eat before it's all gone, and we'll have plenty of time to talk later."

Hermione shot Harry a grateful look as she dished up some stew, her mouth full of buttered roll. The others had the grace to look abashed, and they all sprang into action. Neville poured her some pumpkin juice while Ron served up a scoop of pudding and Ginny Summoned a tea service to brew Hermione a cup of tea with honey and lemon. Hermione shot her a sardonic grimace as Ginny winked impishly at her.

Swallowing, Hermione said, "Thanks. All of you. I promise I'll tell you all about it as soon as I'm finished."

They relaxed, using the opportunity to fill her in on what they'd got up to that day, and when the food disappeared, signalling the end of dinner, they all eyed Hermione in anticipation. She stood, picking up her briefcase, and beckoned for them to follow her up to the common room.

Laying her briefcase on a table, Hermione cast an apologetic look at them and said, "I'll be right back. I want to change into something more comfortable."

When she came back, in jeans and a t-shirt, the others were sitting around the table, patently waiting for her to return. Sliding into a chair, she smiled and opened her briefcase, taking out the contract and all the notes she had made from the meeting at the Ministry and at her parents' office.

"You lot may be more familiar with Ministry things, more so than Harry or I would be, growing up in the Muggle world, so let me know if you can think of anything important."

If she was surprised at how interested they were, she shouldn't have been. They were all facing the same thing soon, having to leave Hogwarts and make their way on their own in the world.

By the time they had run out of things to say about the whole job prospect, it was late, and the common room was emptying as people headed to bed. Hermione was ambushed by a yawn, and covered her mouth with a sheepish apology.

Ron smirked and said, "No worries. I daresay you're knackered after such an important day. You should probably get some sleep soon. But I have to say, Hermione, this whole thing seems right up your alley, and I think your alterations are brilliant. If they have any sense, they'll snatch you up right away." He reached out and patted her shoulder in pride.

Hermione blushed and smiled. "Thanks, Ron. I appreciate the support. You're right, though, I am beat. I think I'll head to bed and worry about writing a response tomorrow. What else do I have to worry about doing anyway?" She chuckled and they laughed as well, relieved to have free time before having to join the world of adults.

***** *****

The next morning, Hermione wrote a letter to Audrey, detailing her requested amendments, and sent it off with a school owl. On her way back from the Owlery, she saw her mates heading out to relax by the lake again, and she joined them after very little urging.

Sitting under a tree, enjoying the breeze, Hermione found herself besieged with requests for her opinions on her friends' future prospects. It made her feel flattered, wistful, and excited. Not only were Harry and Ron looking to her for help, just like they had for the previous seven years, but Ginny and Neville, and even Parvati and Susan were joining the discussions.

The days whiled away, and Thursday a notice went up for the cast to meet the following night for a rehearsal of the scenes they would be performing at the Leaving Feast. Hermione smiled in anticipation of being able to spend time with Snape again, and hoped that she might have a response from the Ministry to talk over with him.

Friday morning, Hermione's gut turned to ice when she saw the owl bearing a missive with a Ministry seal arrowing toward her. Staring apprehensively at the bird, her mouth went dry and her voice faded away, making her mates glance up at what had distracted her from their conversation. They, too, fell hushed as the owl landed in front of Hermione's plate, proffering its leg for her to remove the letter.

Ron, eyes round, croaked, "It's from the Ministry."

Ginny, extremely anxious on Hermione's behalf, vented her nervousness by saying, "Well spotted, Captain Obvious."

Hermione shot a quelling look at the girl and took the letter with trembling fingers. The owl flew off, and everyone stared at her, waiting for her to open what could very well contain the start of her future.

Swallowing hard, Hermione opened the letter and quickly scanned it. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, making the others squirm closer, trying to find out if it was good or bad news.

Sucking in a deep breath and letting it sough out shakily, she lifted shining eyes to her friends and smiled. "They agreed. I'm in, if I want it. I just have to sign the contract and I'm in!"

Jubilant whoops startled everyone else in the Hall as Harry, Ron, and Neville shot to their feet cheering. Ginny launched herself at Hermione, nearly choking her in an enthusiastic hug.

Up at the High Table, Snape and McGonagall both stared at the sudden hubbub in perplexity. Dumbledore, however, was too engrossed in his letter from the Ministry to do more than spare it a passing glance.

Casting a glance at Snape, McGonagall managed to catch Snape's eye and tilted her head toward the Gryffindor commotion. Leaning back, behind Dumbledore, she whispered, "Looks like Miss Granger received some good news, wouldn't you say, Severus?"

Snape glanced again at the celebrating group and snorted softly. "I certainly hope so, else they've lost their wits completely." McGonagall chuckled.

Dumbledore finished reading his letter and cast a puzzled look at the Gryffindors, muttering, "How could they have found out? I just got the news now..."

Frowning, McGonagall cleared her throat and said, "What news, Albus?"

Dumbledore nodded at his letter and stood, lifting his hands to get the students' attention. As people realized he was waiting, a susurrus of shushing rippled through the Hall, and all eyes turned to the headmaster.

Hermione and her mates managed to look contrite even while still beaming.

"If I may have your attention..." Dumbledore spoke loudly, pausing for a moment to get complete silence. After a few beats, he continued, "I have just received a letter from the Ministry which contains some very exciting news for many of you." At the long tables, students exchanged curious glances.

"As you all know, those of you who took your O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. examinations would usually have to wait until later this summer to get your grades." Nods and vague noises of affirmation swept over the assembled. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Well, due to the fact that the Ministry no longer has to assign so many people and so much time to a fight against a Dark Lord, they have determined that your exams will be finished and you will receive your grades next week like everyone else!"

Fifth- and seventh-years all over the Hall exchanged surprised looks. Somehow, although it hardly seemed possible, Hermione managed to look even more uplifted. Dumbledore merely chuckled at the immediate uproar and sat down, looking supremely satisfied at having thrown that bomb.

Hermione beamed at the other Gryffindors and said, "How wonderful! That means I may actually have my marks back before I'm hired."

Ron cast a scathing look at her and said, "Only if you keep them hanging for a week before signing that contract."

Hermione flushed and said, "That's not what I meant. I wouldn't string them along like that; I'm not that petty." She paused to grimace at Ron, who snorted in return and smirked. "I meant that, if they start my contract right away, I could know how I did on my exams before starting work. Our last day of term is the day of the Leaving Feast, so if we get our grades by then, I can start my new job...the next day if I wanted to...without having to wonder!"

Ron piped up, "Only you would get excited about starting a job on a Saturday, Hermione..."

The rest of them all laughed, including Hermione, but she rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, I'll wait 'til Monday."

Everyone was grinning, congratulating Hermione again as they rose from the table. Hermione rolled the letter up and said, "I'm going straight upstairs to make this official and then I'm sending it right back to the Ministry." She paused again, eyes bright with accomplishment. "I never would have imagined anything like this." She laughed, the sound delighted and joyful. "Then again, if you had talked to me when I was ten, I would never have imagined any of this either!" She gestured at the castle around them, and the others nodded in understanding, still smiling.

Hermione led the way, her mates flanking her like a guard of honour, not realizing that both McGonagall and Snape were watching her from the High Table.

Dumbledore had left to respond to the Ministry about the latest developments in the end of term, and McGonagall turned to Snape, musing, "I wonder what that hullaballoo was all about."

Snape raised his brows in polite interest and said, "Oh? I daresay we'll find out tonight at rehearsal. No doubt those Gryffindors will have trouble keeping it a secret." He cast a sly look at McGonagall, a smirk playing about his lips.

McGonagall shot a grimace at him and made an exasperated noise. But, as she was about to make an acid retort, she saw his ill-concealed smile at teasing her, and she laughed instead. Wagging a finger at him, she said, "Nice try, Severus. I know you're just trying to bait me, for old times' sake. But I'll have you know that Gryffindors can keep secrets just as well as any Slytherin." She nodded decisively.

Snape's smirk faltered, and he quickly looked down at his plate, afraid she'd see his surge of guilt in his eyes. Recovering as quickly as he could, he flashed her a wry smile and murmured, "I believe you," before pushing to his feet. Smoothing his robes, he said, "I'll see you at rehearsal, Minerva. Once again, I'll be spending the day at the house. It's almost habitable." He deliberately affected a light tone, distracting her from the idea of keeping secrets.

"Excellent. I do hope you'll invite me over someday to see this newly-redone home of yours, Severus."

Snape clenched his teeth and muttered, "And I hope that if I did, you'd still be willing to visit," whirling to Disapparate before she could question such a cryptic remark.

***** *****

That evening, the cast stuck around as dinner finished, smiling as Dumbledore shooed them out of the Hall again to transfigure it into the theatre. It felt almost like a family reunion, with those who didn't regularly see each other exchanging cordial greetings and conversation. The House divisions had almost faded away, with Draco and Pansy holding the last bastion of aloofness, as even Millicent joined the others in catching up.

Hermione extended a pleasant greeting to the haughty Slytherins, reflecting that they were all about to be finished with school, and it was high time they behaved like adults, beyond trifling differences like House affiliation. Of course, the fact that she knew she and Snape would be going public soon afforded her no little amusement, wondering how such narrow-minded people as Draco and Pansy would react to the news.

Smiling to herself at their frosty looks, she thought, They seem like the odd relatives that everyone would rather avoid, but can't, because they're part of the family after all!

When the doors opened again, the students trooped in, beaming about in nostalgia. A few moments later, the other professors arrived, and the students greeted them enthusiastically.

Snape nodded in response, smiling as he returned their greetings. Hermione felt a surge of joy at how such a simple change as that could make such a difference. When she compared how they all had treated each other at the beginning of this whole journey with how they interacted now... Her heart lifted at the transformation.

Snape caught her eye and said, "Good evening, Miss Granger. Professor McGonagall and I were wondering about that commotion this morning." It was a bland enough statement, but the question was implicit, and both McGonagall and Snape were gazing at her, waiting for her explanation.

Hermione flushed as she said, "Sorry, Professors, but I got some very exciting news this morning and everyone was happy for me."

McGonagall burst forth with, "You got the job?"

Hermione beamed. "I sent back revisions, and they accepted them. I signed the contract this morning. It's official! I'll be starting as soon as term is over."

McGonagall rushed forward and enveloped Hermione in an embrace. "Congratulations, my dear. You deserve it."

Hermione glanced up at Snape over McGonagall's shoulder and saw him smirking at her, smug on her behalf. Snape said, "That is indeed good news for you, Miss Granger. You should be pleased." It was a rather stark reply, but Snape didn't dare respond too warmly in front of everyone.

Hermione knew he was being careful, and smiled all the same as if he had praised her more bluntly. "Thank you, Professors. I daresay I'll be getting preliminary paperwork all next week, along with my exam marks." She chuckled and stepped away from McGonagall's embrace. "I'm officially hired, but my first day of work isn't until the week after next. I'll get one last weekend after the Leaving Feast, and then it's into the real world with me!"

McGonagall chuckled as well, then said, "Good for you, Hermione. Well done."

Hermione spun, surprised at a voice from behind her that said, "I knew we could expect great things from you, Miss Granger." She stared up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. "Congratulations. What a lovely surprise with which to end your sojourn at Hogwarts."

Hermione flushed again, this time with guilt, and she ducked her head, affecting modesty as she murmured, "Thank you, Professor. It's a fact that Hogwarts played a vital role in getting me to this point. I'm glad to have made Hogwarts proud."

Dumbledore smiled more widely and said, "This whole group has made Hogwarts proud. But, we have one more performance to go, so let us prepare anew!" He looked around at the assembled group and said, "Remember, we'll be doing just the three scenes, but with complete sets, music, and costumes. Does everyone remember their costume spells?" Nods and affirmative noises rippled through the cast. "Excellent. I'll just get the stage set up for the first scene, Music of the Night." He glanced at Snape and frowned. "Severus... Your hair?"

Snape and Hermione exchanged a look and Hermione swiftly stepped to his side, gripping his arm. Snape nodded at Dumbledore and said, "We'll be but a moment," before Disapparating.

Appearing in his quarters, Hermione released Snape's arm and made a beeline for the bathroom to retrieve the hair products. As she came out, she said, "Hard to believe that this is almost the last time I'll have to do your hair, isn't it?"

Snape, already seated, merely said, "Well, in the future, you don't have to do it..."

Hermione laughed and kissed the crown of his head as she began brushing quickly. "Hmm, I think it should be an even exchange from here on out. I'll still do it if you promise to return the favour."

Snape grunted an affirmative as Hermione chuckled. His lips quirked in a faint smile, pleased that her future was magically bound by the contract she had signed, and nothing they might do could alter that. His voice was thick with satisfaction as he said, "By the way, love, you should be proud of yourself for getting such a prestigious position so quickly. I'm glad you got the contract you wanted and it's all set up. Nothing like getting your affairs in order, is there?"

Hermione sighed. "Thank you for your help with those amendments. It is a good feeling to know what's coming, to know that I have a future."

Snape reached up and caressed her wrist. "We have a future." His tone brooked no argument, and Hermione squeezed his retreating fingers.

"Indeed, dear heart. Speaking of, how is the house coming? Has the furniture been delivered yet?"

"Yes, everything is set up. I've been getting linens and such, and it's almost complete."

Hermione deftly gathered the slick hair into the elastic and said, "I can't wait to see it! When will you start brewing for Fern?"

"I've begun preliminary steps for several products, doing what preparations I can, provided they're not time-sensitive. She's looking to have stock in shops by mid-July."

Hermione finished smoothing his hair one last time and bent to hug him from behind. "That's wonderful! I know this will turn out well for you, love. Vial and Vessel will be a success!" She punctuated that declaration with a kiss on his cheek and released him, letting him stand and take her hand.

Snape smiled at her, wanting to seal their fate right then, but he fought the urge to Summon the ring. He had a plan, and he would stick to it! "Let's go." She gripped his arm and they Disapparated again.

In the Hall, the set was ready for them, and they hurried onstage, taking their places for Snape's song. The rest of the cast sat out in the house, watching, and Snape and Hermione cast their costume spells, nodding to Dumbledore that they were ready.

The lights went out, and the music started as they came back up. Snape launched into his song, realizing that he could simply enjoy it, since the pressure of winning the competition was gone.

When he finished, the lights dimming as the music faded away, everyone in the house burst into applause and cheers. The lights came back up and Snape and Hermione were grinning at the rest of the cast as they exited the stage so that Dumbledore could set it up for the Masquerade.

People were casting their costume spells while they stood in the wings, shooting grins at each other at how fun it all seemed now that they didn't have to worry about competing. They took their places, and when the music began, everyone launched into the dance with gusto. Faces shone with exhilaration, and a note of suppressed laughter tinged the singing until Snape appeared as the Phantom. When the scene ended with Snape Disapparating in a cloud of smoke as the stage was plunged into darkness, the repressed laughter bubbled up in cries of enjoyment. The lights came back up, and some of the cast immediately took to dancing around the stage again amid titters.

Dumbledore clapped his hands for attention and said, "As much as I want you to have fun, we do have another scene to finish." He raised his brows in an expression of admonishment even though his lips were twitching in amusement. The dancing couples whirled one last time, then stopped and gave a flourishing bow while the sets moved behind them.

When the set was ready for Point of No Return, Dumbledore called Snape out onto the stage. "Severus, I do believe we should start this scene from the Don Juan part, rather than just the moment when you enter and sing Point of No Return." Snape nodded acquiescence. "And, how far beyond the song do you think we should go? Should it end where the song ends?"

Snape's eyes snapped open wide in panic and he quickly retorted, "No. Just as with the Masquerade, I think we should continue until the Phantom disappears. All the way through the All I Ask of You part." He held his breath until he saw Dumbledore nodding thoughtfully.

"Very well then. Did everyone hear that?" He looked around for confirmation, then said, "All right. Places!"

Snape Apparated to Box Five, heaving a sigh of relief and trying to calm his racing pulse. Settle down, you daft prat! You daren't make anyone suspicious now!

The scene began, and Snape regretted that they weren't continuing through the end, when he would be able to kiss Hermione again. Then, secure in the shadows of the Box, a wicked, smug smirk spread his lips as he thought, Then again, you won't have to wait much longer, ol' chap.

He Apparated into the bed alcove with Draco and nodded politely. Shrouding himself in the hood, he joined Hermione onstage to replay their seductive duet once more. When they reached the end, and he sang All I Ask of You, his blazing eyes were locked with Hermione's, and if she wondered at the surprising intensity behind them...nearly glowing with what looked like triumph...she attributed it to his pride in their win.

As soon as she pushed back his mask, he shot to his feet, grabbed her, and Disapparated to Box Five. In the shadows, he cupped her face and pressed her against the wall, kissing her soundly until the lights, which had gone dark at their disappearance, came up again. Then, backing away from her, he grinned and gripped her hand, Apparating them back into the house as everyone crowded onstage again.

Dropping each other's hand, Snape and Hermione strode up the steps onto the stage to join the others. Dumbledore surveyed their beaming faces and chuckled.

"Well, you've not lost anything in the last two months. Well done, indeed. As it stands now, I daresay we needn't meet again until the performance at the Feast." Proud nods and smug smiles met his declaration and he gestured for them to go. "Enjoy the rest of your evening. We'll be doing the performance after the Leaving Feast next Friday evening."

As the students passed Snape on their way out of the transfigured Hall, they smiled and cheerfully bade him good night, to which he responded in kind.

McGonagall stopped beside him as the tide of students swept past, and she beamed proudly after them. "What a year this has been! Who could have imagined such extraordinary events as have happened?" She smiled warmly at Snape and said, "I had got used to rather more dangerous and frightening events over the past several years...what with the war and all...and I must say, this has been quite surprising, but much more acceptable!"

Snape snorted and quirked a wry half-smile at her. His voice was a low murmur as he said, "You're quite right, Minerva. I know I certainly could never have imagined all that has happened to me. But I will admit that I'm more grateful for everything than I originally thought I would be that fateful day last October."

McGonagall patted Snape's arm and beamed again. "As am I. I couldn't be prouder of you, Severus."

Snape gazed soberly at her, quiet for a long moment. McGonagall's smile faded a bit as she stared back at him, wondering at his silence. Finally, Snape merely whispered, "Thank you, Minerva. Good night."

McGonagall blinked and barely had time to sputter "Good night" in return before he had Disapparated. Frowning in perplexity as she made her way to her quarters, she sighed wistfully and muttered to a suit of armour as she passed, "As long as he's been here...and I'm finally getting to feel like I know him...and now he's leaving! I'm happy for him, but... it will take some getting used to, not having him around." The helm gave a creaking nod, and she strode on, lost in her thoughts.