𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 II SS/HG ✔️

Revealed

The school governors ruled that Severus could stay as headmaster or resume the Potions teaching role.

He rather thought he would be sacked entirely, so this gave him much to think about.

Hermione insisted they make lists of the pros and cons to each job and hash-out his decision before their trip to Australia.

He laid on the couch and let her do as she wished. The arm-length parchments hung in the air in front of them. She lifted his legs and put them back down in her lap once she sat.

"Pros—you hate children."

"Wouldn't both jobs, housed in a school, automatically have that in the con list?"

"So being the headmaster would keep you away from children," she continued as if he had never spoke at all. "More money."

True.

"Less standing. Less marking." A quill zipped across the page, writing everything she said in her neat cursive. "Cons—you think it's boring."

Very true.

"Not as much brewing."

"I think I did enough brewing for a few years." He pressed down on the first scar Nagini gave him.

"Alright, I'll put it in both columns. Cons—governors."

"Underline that one."

Her dedication to the craft was, in a way, infectious. The way the sunlight caught on her hair when it bounced also helped him lean into the task.

"Potions class—you love giving detentions."

"Double-edged sword," he coughed.

"Your brain is always entertained."

"I happen to know you read the same—" He paused to catch his breath. "Essays I did."

She smirked at him. "Alright, your mind was always engaged. Cons?"

"We'll be here awhile." He sounded like rocks in a bloody blender.

She snickered. "How about—how cold it is in the dungeons?"

He shrugged. He had spent his every night at Hogwarts in the dungeons, pre-promotion.

"Hmn…" She nibbled on her thumbnail. The quill floated up to the Pros section. "I don't think it was all bad."

"I should hope not, if you're—training in it," he sniffed.

Her brown eyes slanted to him. Smirking around that thumb in her mouth, she said, "You got a cute apprentice out of it."

"Mmhmn," he said, unconvinced it should go on the list.

"Then a wife, and a snog—maybe Potions is your best bet."

"A new wife every year?" He paused to cough. "Perhaps you're right."

"That's it—you're staying headmaster." And the quill slashed a giant X across the Potions Professor list.

One unsure laugh cut its way up his throat.

Hermione's eyebrows hit her hairline. Then she crawled over top of him, her hands on either side of his waist. "Pros to being headmaster—means I'm the headmaster's wife."

"Are we making a sheet for you as well?" The way her hair hung down around her neck and her knees pressed around his thighs were very much on a pro list in his mind.

"Ginny keeps teasing me. Says, of course I would marry a headmaster. It's the closest you can get to marrying Hogwarts: A History."

"Your friends are. Baffling."