Chapter 92: The Definition Of A Fine Girl

The Pub, Hogsmeade Village, Wizarding World...

Growing bored with sitting about with boring stories, Hermione made up her mind to find her future husband and see what sort of trouble he had gotten into. Her bold move to leave her own party inspired the rest of the guests to accompany her if only to sate their curiosity. When the women arrived, they slipped into the pub noting the makeshift stage with Severus Snape standing in the center with a microphone accompanied by Lucius Malfoy and more surprising, Harry Potter.

Ron had been watching the show with his eyes misty from the melody. Draco had been passed out drunk given his light weight status. Dumbledore and Lupin also watched as the three wizards continued to put on a show with their audience rapidly growing.

"There's a port on a western bay...And it serves a hundred ships a day...Lonely sailors pass the time away...And talk about their homes..." sang Snape whom had apparently taken the lead. "And there's a girl in this harbor town...And she works layin' whiskey down...They say, Brandy, fetch another round...She serves them whiskey and wine..."

Ginny Weasley had been stunned upon hearing the Potions Master's singing voice for the first time.

"That's Snape singing?" she asked amazed.

Hermione nodded already knowing what a treat it was to catch her soon-to-be husband enjoying himself. She had been shocked to see Harry performing right along with Lucius Malfoy.

Narcissa smiled having been privy to this secret for a great many years but for the first time she had been treated to "the musical stylings of Harry Potter."

Snape had taken not of the new crowd of female spectators and stepped off the stage not taking his eyes off Hermione as he did.

Draco was shaken awake by Pansy and he immediately jumped to his feet.

"I-I wasn't sleeping." he said in his own defense.

The Slytherin witch shook her head and kissed him sweetly.

Harry and Ron each approached their respective wives with joining Snape in song and initiating a dance.

Minerva moved toward Dumbledore sitting beside him at the bar as they continued to drink down pint after pint of good rum with smiles on their faces.

"The sailors say: "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)..."What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)..."Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea" sang the drunken wizards in unison.

Snape had been prone to shifting the words around did so as he pulled his future wife close to him.

"Granger, you're a fine girl...what good wife you would be..." he sang making Hermione smile in the process. "Yeah, your eyes could steal a master from his potions..."

The dancing quickly caught on as everyone grabbed their respective mate and moved to the music.

Snape continued to sing while twirling Hermione about.

The witch had never felt so loved as she had with him and it showed.

"Granger wears a braided chain...Made of finest silver from the North of Spain...A locket that bears the name...Of the man that Granger loved..." the drunken Potions Master sang. He came on a summer's day...Bringin' gifts from far away...But he made it clear he couldn't stay...No castle was his home..."

As he said this a sparkling silver locket appeared around Hermione's neck via Snape's magic. she gasped in shock at the intricate detail of the locket and had gotten the attention of everyone in attendance.

Lucius smirked at how smooth Severus had been attributing it to him being a student of the handsome blond wizard's charm for so many years.

"The wizards say: "Granger, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)..."What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)... My life, my lover, my lady is with me..." sang Snape backed up by the other wizards as they continued to dance with their respective witches. "Yeah, Granger used to watch his eyes...When he told his sailor stories...She could feel the potion fall and rise...She saw its ragin' glory...But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man...And Granger does her best to understand."

Hermione shook her head unable to resist Snape's apparent drunken serpent charm as he continued to sing to her with the help of his closest friends.

"At night when the bars close down...Granger walks through a silent town...And loves a man who's not around...She still can hear him say...She hears him say "Granger, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)..." sang Snape looking into Hermione's amber eyes. "What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)...my life, my lover, my lady is with me..."

At the close of his song, Snape kissed his mesmerized witch much to the approval of those around them.

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The Pub, Hogsmeade Village, Wizarding World...

Snape had been more than good and drunk by the time Harry Potter plopped down on the transfigured sofa next to him. Everyone had been feeling the effects of the evening and passed out in their respective areas. Hermione had gone to the loo so Harry saw his chance to ask questions he had never received the answers to about his mother and Snape's relationship.

What Lucius had said to him had been most unsettling and he needed to hear from Snape wither or not it was true.

"S-Snape...about you and my mother." began Harry, feeling nervous despite the drink in his blood stream.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Potter, can't you just let it go?" said Snape annoyed.

"I-I have to know." replied the emerald green eyed wizard. "P-please you appear to be the only one left that ever truly knew her."

Snape sighed.

"This is never to be spoken of again, do I make myself clear?" he asked with a stern expression.

Harry nodded.

Snape rubbed his face in a bid to rid himself of the numbing sensation of invoking his hazy memory.

"Some of what Lucius so callously revealed to you had been true." he admitted. "Your mother and I did have something of a physical relationship...and it resulted in a rather accidental pregnancy."

Harry's eyes widened.

"So...so you would have been a father." he said cautiously.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"What you should concern yourself with his how close I came to being your father." he replied. "Of course you are much too much like that idiot Potter to ever be my child, nothing came of the pregnancy...I never knew she was pregnant until one of the Gryffindor chits spilled it in a bid to make me suffer humiliation."

"I-I'm sorry." said Harry sadly.

"Don't be." replied Snape looking up at the returned Hermione. "I've got the better end of the deal."

Harry noticed him turning his attention to Hermione and got to his feet.

"Right." he said feeling a bit awkward. "Well...I'll leave you to it."

Hermione joined Snape on the sofa and kissed him on the lips. He pulled her close to him and the two of them drifted of into a comfortable sleep. It was at that moment that both parties came to a close and the prospect of a wondrous future had never been brighter.