Harry, followed closely by Ron and Hermione, entered the Great Hall. Everything seemed the same; the four, long house tables were laden with rows and rows of scrambled eggs, bacon and buttered toast. There was also scrumptious pancake dripping with hot maple syrup.
"Mmm..." muttered Hermione, her mouth watering. She sat down, pulling the two boys with her. They all helped themselves to the delicious breakfast.
"Could'ya pass the pancakes, Neville?" asked Ron, spraying those closest to him with bits of egg.
"That, Ronald, is disgusting!" said Hermione, handing the plate of pancakes over.
"Sorry, 'Mione!"
She shook her head and let the eyes wander over to the Slytherin table. As she predicted, Malfoy was sitting in between Crabbe and Goyle. His plate lay untouched, and he looked grim.
Suddenly, his cold, grey eyes met her brown ones, and she quickly looked away, blushing. She was grateful that neither of her best friends had noticed that.
"Do'ya think Snape will to it?" questioned Harry, looking up from his breakfast.
"He will. He knows the consequences of failing to abide by an oath." answered Hermione, happy that he had unknowingly taken her mind of the Slytherin table.
"Mail's here!" cried Ron.
The Great Hall was abruptly filled with hooting owls in every colour and size. A small-built, tan coloured owl zoomed down the length of the Gryffindor house table, and landed with a mighty thud in front of them. It was addressed to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
Harry quickly unrolled the parchment. It was tear stained and blotted with ink. He recognised the untidy scrawl as Hagrids'.
Dear Harry, Hermione and Ron.
Aragog died. I would appriciate it if you three could stop by for the burial this afternoon, as I can't bear to face it alone,
Hagrid
"Is he off his rocker? Security is as tight as ever," this was typically Ron.
"We have the invisibility cloak!" said Harry.
Hermione elbowed Harry and hissed at Ron. She motioned with her chin at the enterance. "It's Snape!" she whispered. This got the attention of both boys and the last conversation had been dropped.
Snape stood framed in the doorway. His black robes billowing out behind him. There was an unusual expression plastered on his face. An expression containing both fury and satisfaction.
He lazily strode into the Hall, only stopping to bully some first years about school regulation white shirts.
He continued down the aisle towards the grand staff table at the end. His black, beady eyes, scanned for the person in emerald with a witches hat atop her greying hair: Professor McGonagall.
The room fell deadly silent. All eyes and ears were directed on the staff table. Somehow, the news spread to the rest of the school that something big was going to happen, but not entirely sure what exactly it was. ( Harry guessed it was the doings of Fred and George.) Ron chukkled, "So, the greasy git is actually doing it?!"
The only reply he got to that was a visual one.
Snape glared around the room, his eyes only stopping to rest of a few people (no need to mention names)
Students exchanged wary glances and many shoulders were shruged.
The next moment, Snape was on one knee, kneeling before McGonagall.
"Will you go out with me?"
