The Marriage that Wasn't There - Snarry RP (Part 2)

Harry: *stands in front of the mirror, looking at himself in his wedding attire* *sighs* ~And this is supposed to be my sweet 16, and the happiest day of my life~

James: *knocks*

Harry: Come in *frowning, knowing that it is his dad out there*

James: Harry.. you.. why are you-

Harry: The clothes already there with my name on it. Don't ask me why. I don't like it either

James: ... *nods* Well its time.

Harry: *took one last look at his sorry self in the mirror before sighing and following behind his father*

James: ...again, Harry. I'm so sorry.

Harry: Yeah, well, no point being sorry about it. What's done is done

James: *nods and walks him down the aisle to stand next to a smirking Snape*

Harry: *exchanged hands and tentatively took Snape's arm*

Snape: *looks over at James and smirks, raising an eyebrow while the priest does the ceremony*

James: *GLARE*

Harry: *feeling a little awkward at all this. It was a good thing that this was a private ceremony and he didn't invite his friends Ron and Hermione. He'd die of embarassment*

Lily: *sobbing her eyes out, behaving more like it's her son's funeral rather than a wedding*

Snape; *says the vows* I do.

Harry: *hesitated when it was his turn* I...I do...

Priest: Then I now pronounce you married. You may kiss.

Harry: *turned to Snape, waiting nervously to have his veil lifted for the kiss*

Snape: *turns to him and lifts his veil, leaning in and kissing him*

Harry: *made little effort to kiss him back*

Snape: *pulls away* Now then. We should return to my manor.

Harry: S...So soon? Isn't there going to be...like a wedding dinner reception or something...?

Snape: I have no one here that I personally care about.

Harry: O...OK...if you say so...

Snape: So long, Potter. *to James*

James: *GLARE-GLARE-GLARE!!!!!*

Harry: *sees this, but not sure what it was that made his father behave so*

Lily: *sobs some more, waving goodbye at Harry*

Driver: *opens the door for Severus* Mr. & Mr. Snape. *bowing he holds it open*

Severus: *walks into the limo*

Harry: *followed behind Snape, feeling a little relieved that he was refered to as 'Mrs.'

Driver: *closes the door and gets in the front of the car*

Snape: *hits a button* To the manor.

Driver: Right away, sir. *drives off*

Harry: *fidgets a little, not sure what to say after all this. He quietly fingered the lips that he was kissed*

Snape: *pulls out a laptop from a compartment under the seat and opens it*

Harry: *looks at him doing his thing* Going down to business as usual, Mr. Aristocrat Businessman?

Snape: I do have a job to do.

Harry: *sighs and leans back* I guess I've expected that. Our marriage is for show, after all

Snape: No, our marriage was because of your father's debt.

Harry: Yeah, whatever. Just so you know, don't expect me to be the dainty little housewife who'll wait on for you

Snape: And who gave you the impression that that would happen?

Harry: You are very well known to be eccentric. You can be anything, even expect me to be that way

Snape: Eccentric can mean a number of things, Harry.

Harry: Then...how would you expect me to behave?

Snape: I don't have time to discuss this at the moment, Harry. *typetypetype*

Harry: *rolled his eyes and looked out the window*

Driver: *opens the door for him*

Snape: *walks out of the car without acknowledging the driver*

Harry: *gets out of the car and nodded at the driver* Thanks for the ride

Driver: Of course, sir.

Harry: *follows behind Snape* You know, it wouldn't kill you to say thanks to the hired help once in a while

Snape: *doesn't acknowledge it* Dinner is served at 6:30 sharp. I expect you to be there. *walks into the manor*

Harry: Yeah, whatever *enters the room, then saw his image in the mirror and stands there, looking at himself in his wedding dress* Oh gods, if Ron and Mione saw me in this now...

Snape: Who are Ron and Hermione?

Harry: My friends from school. We're best friends since junior high

Snape: I see.

Harry: Ron and Mione always assumed I'd court Ron's sister Ginny, that we'd be like lovely high school sweethearts and this year's Prom King and Queen, but... *sighs and tears off the veil from his head*

Snape: And had you intended on living up to your friend's expectations?

Harry: No, but neither did I intend to live up my father's expectation of marrying you, but that's life now, isn't it? *sighs* Where is my room?

Snape: One of the servants will show you to it.

Harry: So I'm not sleeping in the same room with you then?

Snape: Would you like to?

Harry: I...I don't know... *looks down* I...I am your wife after all...

Snape: Yes or no, Harry?

Harry: *frowns a little but immediately regained composure* Fine. Yes. I would like to have the same room with you

Snape: *nods* Very well then.

Harry: *waits to be led to the room*

Snape: *shows him to the room and opens the door*

Harry: *stepped in and was mildly impressed* So this is the master bedroom of an aristocrat

Snape: And it is now yours as well.

Harry: Yeah. I...could get used to this

Snape: All your posessions will be brought to the manor within the week, and tomorrow we will buy you an entirely new wardrobe.

Harry: What? My cheap taste of clothing not good enough for you?

Snape: Precisely. It would be quite damamging to my imagine if you were seen in what you normally wear and it would reflect poorly upon me as your husband.

Harry: *mutters* Typical eccentric aristocrat asshole

Snape: You wearing that sort of clothing would imply that I wasn't providing for you.

Harry: Uh...oh *feeling rather foolish to have muttered that now*

Snape: You can still wear t-shirts and jeans, however they will be designer.

Harry: Well, at least that's a comfort. I've...always wanted to have designer clothes but can never afford them, unlike you

Snape: I didn't always have money.

Harry: Really? I've always thought your money grew on trees *grins*

Snape: *frowns* If you'll excuse me, I'll be in my office. *leaves the room*

Harry: *frowns before preparing to remove his wedding dress and changed into something normal* *looks through the wardrobe to find a robe and a pair of pants*

*later that night*

Servant: *approaches the dinner table* Sir, your wife sends word that he doesn't wish to join you for dinner. He refuses it

Severus: *frowns* Then inform him that he won't be eating tonight unless he makes an appearance.

Servant: *hesitates, but nods* Very well, sir *leaves*

Harry: *receives the message from the servant, but was adamant, refusing to come down*

Snape: Then he's simply not going to eat.

Harry: *stayed in his room, sulking despite his growling stomach*

Snape: *finishes dinner and goes back to his office to work*

Harry: *sighed at the fact that his new husband really didn't care whether he starved to death or not, and started to tear up a little at the thought of his loveless life ahead of him until he cried himself to sleep*