POV: Severus Snape. Spinner's End & The Ministry of Magic. June 9, 2000. Play song in header!! 😍😘

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I have been hiding in my home for the past two years as requested by Dumbledore just before he passed. Never leaving. Just healing and preparing myself and Her, for our future task that we must be successful in. Everyone's lives depending on us. Again...

Albus and Kingsley told me this ridiculous story in 1996. No one would ever have believed us if we'd told anyone else. As to which of course we couldn't. So for the past three years the three of us were keeping this next battle to ourselves. Well that time has finally come to end. We were to bring it to the boiling surface.

Today was the day I reveal myself to Her. To ask Her to accompany me on this next dangerous task. I know she will be utterly shocked to see me. To say the least.

I have made polyjuice potion from the hair of a wizard named Mr. Charles Bingley. Kingsley provided the hair for me to use. I was not to be seen as my true identity here in the present time in London and the Wizarding world. Everyone still believed me to be dead. So waltzing into the Ministry of Magic as myself would not be ideal.

I would only show my true self to Her, as well as the other two involved, but of course those two men already knew I was alive.

I was meeting with the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt for our meeting at 9:00am. She would be there.

She was his secretary now and I just hoped she would agree to this. She was always the brightest witch of her class. Of her generation in my opinion. I just never made her feel that way. I didn't want her to become even more arrogant than she already was.

She has to join me in this mission. Dumbledore said she's the only one who can help me.

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I walked into the Minister's office as Mr. Bingley and there she was sitting at her desk reading a piece of parchment rather profusely. Some things hadn't changed much. Except for the fact that this girl I taught for six years at Hogwarts, had now grown up before my very eyes. She had now become an extremely beautiful woman.

Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley, Secretary to the Minister of Magic. Her plaque rang aloud on her desk in my head. She actually married that Ronald Weasley? Hermione's hair was twisted back but just a few strands softly flowing around her exquisitely gorgeous face.

"Excuse me? Madam Secretary?" I tried to change my voice but found it rather difficult. I hoped she didn't notice.

"I'm sorry, Sir. How can I help you?" She kept frantically looking at the parchment then picked up her quill and scribbled along the top.

"Yes, I have an appointment this morning with the Minister. Mr. Shacklebolt." I was cold but deep down my nerves were unraveling inside my body. Then Hermione looked up at me. I began to lose track of my thoughts suddenly being taken aback by her beauty. She was like an impulsive enigma of captivating ethereal divinity that didn't deserve to be in the presence of a man like me. But I immediately pulled myself together.

"Are you his 9:00 O'clock?" Hermione smiled at me then looked down at another list of names on her desk reading Appointments on top.

"Yes, Madam Secretary." She was beginning to remind me of her annoyances as a young girl.

"Wonderful have a seat and I'll let Mr. Shacklebolt know you are here. Would you care for a cup of coffee while you wait Mr...?" She stood up out of her chair fidgeting with her black pencil skirt. Merlin, she was distracting.

"Bingley. Mr. Charles Bingley." I cleared my throat trying to not look at her too much. "No, thank you."

With those last words she studied me for a moment before walking inside Kingsley's office. Did she recognize my voice?

Hermione came back within a few minutes.

"Mr. Shacklebolt will see you now, Mr. Bingley." She brightly spoke and for some reason I was fond of her voice. As well as her body.

I walked passed Hermione standing by the door and could smell her perfume. A mixture of vanilla, citrus, and sweet wild honey. She must have learned from my class on how to make perfumes. I recognized the aromas of the specific ingredients she used. That I used...

"Mr. Bingley! So wonderful to see you again!" Kingsley welcomed me inside his office. He winked at me and I gave him a formidable returning look. "Pleasure to see you as well, Minister." I quickly took my seat.

Hermione began to leave. "Hermione!" Kingsley spoke her name in pleading. "Will you take a record for me please?" Her boss questioned and she smiled with her response. "Accio parchment." The paper flew into the room with her quill attached to the back of it by a purple ribbon. Hermione sat next to me in the empty chair beginning to focus on the endeavors before her.

I began to feel my polyjuice potion wearing off as my stomach was turning seemingly inside out. I kept my composure knowing this familiar pain of transforming back into my original state.

"Hermione, Mr. Bingley is an old dear friend of mine. He has come here for an exceedingly important purpose. To help save our society. He is a very brave man and he has requested help with this plan." Kingsley addressed Hermione and she suddenly stopped writing. Clever witch she is in deed.

"Our future is in jeopardy, Hermione. Mr. Bingley, myself, and Albus Dumbledore have devised a mission that we have known about since three years ago." Kingsley stood up out of his chair and walked to the front of his desk.

"I am aware of a horrendous event that will occur in the year of 2016. Three evils are in charge of our world at this time. Two wizards and one witch. President Donald Trump in America, The Minister of Magic Derrick Slater, and the Prime Minister of England Theresa May. They have teamed up to overrule and take the muggle world. I received a warning letter from my future self three years ago from the year 2016. These three monsters will create a genocide killing all muggles." While Kingsley was explaining our story I looked at Hermione and she wasn't blinking. Nor barely breathing.

"We have to do whatever means possible to impeach them or overthrow them. Plus..." Kingsley was interrupted by Hermione.

"There's more?! What does this have to do with me?" She was panic stricken.

"Everything, Miss. Granger." Dumbledore appeared from the painting behind Kingsley.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione cried aloud. It must have been her first time to actually speak to him since his death.

"We need your expertise on time travel Miss. Granger. After all I did train you." Albus winked and Hermione let out a laughing cry while wiping her tears. We know you have the Time-Turner I gave you in your third year. You're truly talented with this art of travel and we know we can trust you." Albus smiled looking at Hermione with his half moon glasses.

My body had completely contorted back into my original being. My 40 year old self.

"Severus," Albus spoke and nodded to me with a grin. Hermione took her gaze off of Albus to look at the man who was not Mr. Charles Bingley sitting right next to her.

"AGGGHHHH!" What the BLOODY HELL is going on?!" Hermione screamed in horror. She stood up knocking her chair over. Kingsley walked towards her to comfort her.

"Professor Snape! Wha...You...I...We...Saw...?!" Hermione was hyperventilating and I stood up as she winced in fear.

"Miss. Granger, I am sorry you had to find out this way. Please, forgive me for startling you so. I know this comes as a severe shock." I tried to comfort her but I wasn't so sure if my words were working.

"You died Professor Snape! We saw you being killed by nagini in the shrieking shack! We saw you tttaake your last breath." Hermione cried with tears rolling down her face. It made me almost cry for knowing what these children at the time had gone through. What they'd seen. Losing loved ones at such a young age, they shouldn't have experienced that horror.

"You are correct Miss. Granger. But I came back as a plan derived by myself, Kingsley, and Professor Dumbledore. As with the help of Madame Pomfrey who I am thankful for helping me come back to life. We knew I had to die for the purpose of helping Harry defeat Voldemort and to be able to come back for this next mission." I paused studying Hermione's surprised expression. "Poppy forced a bezoar down my throat after you left. She revised me back to health by using our healing potions. And now I stand before you." I swallowed as she nodded looking at me still with wonder across her desirable face.

"I understand." She softly spoke.

"So you need my help to save the muggles again from three evils now?" Hermione was baffled.

"You are an extremely gifted witch Hermione. Our world and the muggle world need you and the best wizard of our times, Severus, to join together. You two will work perfectly as one." Kingsley gestured pointing to both of us while smiling.

"So you won't be going with us Kingsley?" Hermione questioned.

"No, I have to keep appearances here at the ministry to make sure everything is running smoothly." Kingsley stated firmly.

"Just us two traveling ALONE?!" Hermione's voice raised and patted herself on her chest in anger.

"YES!" Kingsley raised his voice but in a cheerful manner.

"Also, with fighting the new three evils, you two must recover a treasure that was accumulated over the years by Godric Gryffindor and Sam Houston. They were best friends and traveled together collecting unimaginable treasures we thought were a myth. But are actually real. It's buried in The Alamo. The three evils will be searching for this treasure as well and you must find it before they do." Kingsley told more of our seemingly already defeated plan.

"What's The Alamo?!" Hermione threw her hands up in another frustration in something else we had to recover and fight for.

"Severus will inform you on the details as you progress Hermione. He's been preparing for this mission for three years." Kingsley informed her.

"Oh! And me all of five minutes!" She was steaming.

"Hermione," I spoke her name approaching her more closely. "I understand how much pressure you must be feeling right now. But we wouldn't be asking you if we knew you couldn't handle this. Springing this on you isn't fair. But life isn't fair, Hermione. We are wasting precious time. We need you. I need you, Hermione." I stared into her big beautiful brown eyes.

"Okay, I'll... I'll go home and pack my things." She looked at me thinking. But I couldn't figure out what. I wanted to read her mind but time was racing ahead of us.

"Wait, Hermione. Before you two leave. You have to do something first." Kingsley for the first time had a remorseful tone.

"You and Severus have to be married." Kingsley and Dumbledore both spoke in unison like a pair goddamn twins.

"Ppprofessor Snnape and I have to get married?! TODAY?!" Hermione's high pitch squealed into my ears buzzing.

"Yes. Official documents are vital in the future Hermione. Status, blood status, wealth, race, marriages to magic and non magic folk are of extreme importance. A witch and a wizard married in the future have a great deal of power." Kingsley paused seeing Hermione still breathing hard staring at me in dismay. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Would it be that awful marrying me?

"Hermione, this is only a marriage of convenience for our main goal. Our purpose to save us all. Severus knows this." Kingsley nodded towards me grinning.

Hermione was so upset or embarrassed I wasn't sure. Or all together both. All I knew was that she was red in her cheeks.

"Great my second so called 'marriage' is to another man who hates me! That makes two failed marriages and two ex husbands who hate me in one year! You're on a role Hermione!" She ranted aloud in mocking herself. I realized that she had been through much more in her life these past two years than I ever imagined. Plus, I felt my jealousy releasing from my body that she was divorced from Weasley.

"Hermione," I took her hand. "I never hated you. Please forgive me for how I treated you. It was wrong of me. Young Girls are extremely impressionable and sensitive. I should've realized." I tried to smile but her eyes rolling made me think otherwise.

"You didn't hurt me Professor Snape! You didn't have an impression on me. Don't think so highly of yourself." Hermione huffed pulling her hand away from mine.

"Great! Let's start the ceremony!" Albus bellowed noticing the tension filling the room so he hurried us along before we killed each other even before the mission started.

We stood before Kingsley. He married us each resigthing our vows to each other in heated anger. Under pursed tight lips. "I do." My dark voice lingered as I stared into her bewitching eyes. Even though she made me want to pull my fingernails out. I did desperately want her as my own. The mixing was intoxicating. "I do." She pronounced through her sweet but vicious mouth. She stared right back into my eyes not backing down. We exchanged silver bands. I placed it on her left ring finger and I felt my heart beating faster. She held my hand to place my ring onto my finger. For a moment I imagined what this would be in reality.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Albus' voice echoed in laughter throwing rice at us from within his painting. Hermione turned and looked at him smiling but returned her glance to me with a fading frown then rolling her eyes.

We signed the legal documents as I saw her writing her new name that was mine. Mrs. Hermione Snape. And another document writing Mrs. Jane Bingley. I folded our two marriage licenses and placed them inside my coat pocket.

"I'm leaving to go home to pack. Are you coming?" Hermione asked with such an attitude it felt like we've already been married for over fifty years.

"Yes, of course. but let me take my polyjuice potion again before we leave." I repeated to her with the same aggressive attitude she had. Then Hermione started yelling at me uncontrollably.

"And just because we are married now doesn't mean that what a marriage all entails will be occurring between us Professor Snape!" Hermione roared as she rolled her eyes slamming the door behind her.

"Don't worry Severus. She'll come around." Albus smirked through his painting. "She'll be your Bonk Basket soon enough!" Albus jokingly laughing at his own humor.

"First of all, Albus, that's absurd. Nothing is going to happen between us. She loathes me. And secondly, she's an Insufferable Know It All!" I argued with Albus. "That's how many passionate love affairs have begun Severus. Anger and hate turning into passion and love. Give her a chance." Albus finished as I drank my polyjuice potion. I would give her all of me if she would have me. I thought to myself turning back into Mr. Charles Bingley.

Kingsley and Albus wished us luck as I exited Kingsley's office.

Hermione was standing waiting for me tapping her foot on the floor with her heel impatiently waiting for me holding her briefcase.

"Well let's be on our way Mr. Bingley!" She mocked giving me an angry smile.

"After you, Mrs. Bingley..." I got into her face as we stared each other down in the archway of the entrance door to the Minister of Magic's office.

This was going to be exquisite agony...

I hope y'all love this!!! I'm so excited! It's my first Snape/Hermione love story!! I can't wait to tell you more! Thank you for reading! Love y'all!! 😘😘❤