morethansirius (morethansirius) wrote in quiz_sshg,

The Marry Me! Quiz

Back on Valentine's Day, the fangirls decided Hermione should propose to Severus. Poor Severus has been walking around with a ring in his pocket ever since! Now it's finally his turn to do the proposing. Sometimes things don't go quite the way they are planned. Prepare yourself for some rather interesting proposals!




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Match the quotes to the story titles while avoiding the red herring titles:

Not Knowing What To Do by shairi11
Big Name Death Eater Part 2 by shiv5468
The Desk by geminiscorp
For the Love of a Good Woman by the_slacker aka slackeroo
A Knock at the Door by pearle9240
Four Little Words by Melacka
Thirteen's a Charm by sshg316
Cheat the Devil by leni_jess
Tyger! Tyger! by Bloodcult of Freud
Coward by chivalric55
Mirrored Hesitations by Fayth
Revelations of a Bed and Breakfast by soul_bound_8686


1. Dumbledore sighed looking over the tops of his glasses. "I believe Professor Snape has something to say to you, Miss Granger. Don't you, Severus?"

Snape moved to stand before Hermione and, looking down his nose, he all but
snarled, "Do me the honour of becoming my wife, Miss Granger, or die a horrible death."

"I beg your pardon?" She couldn't help blinking.

"Surely you can do better than that, Severus," Dumbledore said, still smiling.

"Very well," Snape hissed. "Marry me, Miss Granger, because if you do not, Lucius Malfoy will most certainly kill whomever you choose instead before making the remaining year or so of your life such a hellish nightmare that you will find death a sweet release."

Hermione could find no reply other than to go slightly green.

"Well?" Snape snapped at her.


2. Severus looked into her eyes as understanding dawned on him. He didn't want just today, or the summer, he wanted always. His voice was rough as he said, "Hermione, I know it hasn't been easy but I don't want you to leave. Ever. Will you marry me?" He knew he wanted her, did she feel the same? He found it hard to breath.

"Marry you? Oh God, yes. Yes!" She was laughing and hugging him. Punctuating her words with kisses to his face. She had tears streaming down her face.

"Hermione?" Circe, why was she crying?

She was laughing and crying. "I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed. I really never thought of you as the marrying kind. I just assumed we would continue as we have been." She was wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

Severus swept her up in his arms as he walked towards his bedroom. His voice was gruff, "I'm not the marrying kind so this had better last. I have no intentions of ever asking anyone again." He laid her gently on the bed.

"Accio box." A small black ring box landed in his hand. "This was my mother's ring. It's one of the few things she left me. We can look for something more modern or you can reset this. Whatever you want." A large square cut diamond set in platinum was nestled in the box.

His voice was soft as he placed the ring on her finger, "Hermione, don't cry. I love you."


3. “Come on, Severus!” Hermione called, waving a mittened hand. “Come play with me!”

He arched an eyebrow. “You must be joking, madam. I do not play.”

Sighing, Severus bemoaned the imminent destruction of attempt number thirteen. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, and then he looked at her, and a new determination formed. “Sod perfection,” he told himself.

“Hermione,” he called.

She turned her head to face him, her eyes wide and inquisitive. “Yes?”

“Come here,” he said imperiously before adding a quick, “please.”

She smiled quizzically as he tugged off the offensive mitten and pressed a kiss upon her ungloved hand.

“You must marry me, else I go mad.”


4. "You want to marry who, Severus?"

"Her, of course! Merlin, you're thick. Wonder why I talk to you."

"You don't, actually. You just ramble about some woman. Does she have a name, by the way? I decided to come over when I saw you sitting all alone at the bar. You must admit, finding you in a Muggle bar is a bit strange."

"She likes it in here. She…" hick "… likes Muggles."

"Who likes it in here? Don't tell me you're actually waiting for someone – I wouldn't believe it anyway."

The door creaked; a woman walked in. Head held high and eyes narrowed against the warmth of the small pub, she brought in the cold winter wind and icy, bright colours with her scarf and gloves.

Severus flung his arms around her without warning. "Marry – " hick! " – me!"

"Severus! Don't scare the life out of her, and… Sorry, Hermione. Come on, Severus, let go of her. He's drunk as a Banshee. Don't know what's got into him. He's babbling about a woman he wants to marry; surely, I haven't got a clue who he's talking about. I'm certain he won't remember a thing tomorrow morning, which is just as well – he'd be awfully embarrassed."

"Will you f-fucking marry me now or what?"

Brown eyes sparkled. "Well, if you dare to ask me again once you're sober, then yes, I will.


5. Just then, the dessert appeared. Hermione let out a girlish squeal upon seeing the large slabs of chocolate cake sitting enticingly on their plates. Even Snape's taste buds perked up in interest… well, alright, they were openly salivating. Their shared love of chocolate cake was one of the many things which had brought them together, and Sir Book had suggested adding a 'sentimental touch' to the dinner. Snape felt sure he had done him proud this time.

'Merlin, this looks so good,' Hermione said, scooping a large spoonful into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned uninhibitedly as she ate.

Suddenly, unbidden, the blood in Snape's body started rushing towards his nether regions. Not now, he mentally roared. His blood cells screeched to a stop, slightly shamefaced. Better, Snape thought. As if he needed that right now.

As she put another spoonful into her mouth, Snape tensed up some more. Any second now…

On the way to her third mouthful, Hermione stopped and frowned at him. Oh yes, that's right; she knew how much he loved chocolate cake. If he didn't eat it, she would know that Something Was Up — and Snape didn't want that happening. But, he also didn't want to miss the expression on her face when she found It.

So Snape did the only logical thing he could think of. He started shovelling the cake into his mouth, his eyes trained on Hermione's face. Any second now…

Halfway through his cake (so after about seven seconds of eating), Snape's nifty little alarm bell started ringing. But Snape saw no reason why — Hermione was eating the cake with an expression of utter bliss on her face. Surely that boded well? His alarm bell must just be malfunctioning.

It wasn't until he made to swallow that he realised his error. Or rather the house-elves' error. Because there, lodged in his throat at this very moment, was the ring that Hermione was supposed to discover in her dessert, after which she would fling her arms around him and shout 'Yes, Severus!' at the top of her voice. Yes, that ring was right now becoming a bit too friendly with the entrance of his oesophagus.


6. “Would you please…?”

Hell, no, that doesn’t work at all, but the voice that could melt gold is halting and shy. The mirror is intrigued.

“You know we’ve been together for almost two years, perhaps it’s time...”

Well, if that doesn’t scream ‘reluctant duty’ nothing does.

“I adore you,” that’s true. “I would want you forever,” also true. “Stay by my side.” He’s making himself ill.

“Hermione, I would ask…”

Silence.

Perhaps not.

“Do me the great honour… Do you ever think of settling down?”

Clichéd!

“Hermione Granger, would you do me the honour of being my wife?”

Elaborate. Overdone?

“Marry me?”


7. My future happiness depends on this. Get over here right now.”

“Of course, Severus,” Lucius choked out. “Any time you say.”

Moments later, Lucius Malfoy stood on the hearth, brushing the soot from his robes.

“So, what exactly are you planning, Severus?”

Snape plunged his hands deep into the pockets of his robes, shoulders raised. He reminded Lucius of nothing so much as a difficult teenager.

“Hermione said no,” he mumbled angrily to the floor.

“Sorry? Hermione Granger? Said no to what?”

“My proposal!” Snape snarled.

“What sort of proposal?” asked Lucius. Snape was such an unfriendly sort. It was fun to bait him. “Business? Study?”

“Of marriage, you halfwit!”


8. Severus made a mental note of something else he would have to ask her to explain later. There was no point in trying to deny he had long made a habit of creating a dramatic impression with the swirling skirts and sleeves of his robes.

He decided to push his luck.

"Will your lawyer draw up a marriage contract, or should we go to someone in the wizarding world?"

She squirmed in his lap; he grabbed her to hold her still before his body's prompt interest in hers became obvious.

She twisted her head, then, to look up into his eyes and say indignantly, "That must be the worst marriage proposal ever!"

He smirked at her. She had not said 'No'.

"Your experience is so vast?"

"I don't need experience," she retorted, "to know what most women would think of that. However, I'll take it. Do we need a contract, though? It's not as if either of us has any money."

Harry said with amusement, "That may change. Potions Masters make more money than schoolteachers, I'm sure. Not Mr Howard. Hermione's right, Muggles would think a contract between you odd and unnecessary. Gringotts can probably recommend someone. Someone to marry you, too, if you want to be old-fashioned and make a binding wizarding marriage."

"Yes," Severus said firmly.


9. Hermione looked like she wanted to say something, but she remained silent.

“When I had no hope left, you came to me. You had faith in me – you trusted me. You gave me something to hold onto. You’ve been the light in my darkness this last year. I could love you just for that, for what you’ve done for me.”

The last year? Harry thought. This wasn’t making any sense. And why was he saying all this to her? Harry listened carefully as Snape went on.

“But I don’t love you just for what you’ve done for me,” he said. “I love you for so much more than that, for what you are. You are brilliant, and vibrant, and true, and good, pure and clever as the devil… and bossy, and stubborn, and impertinent, obsessive.” He smiled wryly. “In short, Hermione Granger, you are perfect.

“And you are everything to me. You make me whole.”

Hermione had tears rolling down her cheeks as she smiled.

“I know that I am… a difficult man to be with. I am who I am, and I know what I’ve been. I make no illusions about myself. I’m sarcastic, stubborn, irritable, moody, and often cruel. And that’s on top of all the terrible things I’ve done, things I can’t take back, as much as I wish I could. But I love you.”

He pulled the box out from behind his back and held it in front of him. Hermione’s eyes went wide as he opened it.

So did Harry’s. But somewhere during Snape’s speech, the belief that the dark man was going to harm his friend had evaporated. Harry knew perfectly well what was in that box.

Snape opened the lid and turned it around so Hermione could see inside. “I love you more than I could ever say, Hermione, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my life doing my best to prove it to you.” He took a breath. “Will you be my wife?”


10. She ran her fingers over the velvet lid and snapped it open. Nestled inside was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. A square cut ruby bordered by three diamond baguettes on each side. She touched it reverently, her tears clouding her vision.

A noise outside the room caught her attention. She wiped her face and looked up to find Severus standing in the doorway. Flustered she began to stammer out an explanation as to why she was in his private office.

“Hush, Hermione,” he crooned softly and came to stand in front of her.

Kneeling down on one knee he took her hand and stared up at her. “Hermione Granger, your presence in this room was something I had intended so there is no need for you to apologize to me. I wished for you to find these items. Perhaps it was a cowardly way to show you how I feel, but it was the only way I could. I find it difficult to … to verbally express what I feel for you, but you can be assured that I love you with all my heart, all my soul, all my being. You have changed my life for the better and I do not want to ever live without you.

“Hermione, will you marry me?”


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