AN: I don't speak Portuguese, so I apologize if I've botched the language. In the meantime, thank you for all the support! I appreciate it.
He never could understand Mrs. Snape.
The man listened to her ramble on about systolic and diastolic readings. Before he could comprehend what they were attempting to measure, the discussion shifted to kidney function. Then for some reason the benefits of chopped hippogriff liver on the heart came up.
Poor Buckbeak. If only he knew that Mrs. Snape had saved him for the sole reason of removing his organs upon his passing. She always was a bitch.
"The key is unicorn hair," Mrs. Snape continued. "Without four strands of unicorn hair, the potion is merely a random assortment of ingredients, albeit a very nutritious one."
The man groaned and ran his hands through his red hair. Would it kill her to use simpler words?
"Thus, after a few grueling months, my husband and I created the first magical angiotensin," she continued.
Even the names of her potions were confusing!
"Thank you for your attention and your time," she concluded.
Finally! An understandable sentence!
The audience erupted in applause. Mrs. Snape blushed and gave a small bow.
Meanwhile, the man crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes flared in determination. There was only one chance to get this right. He couldn't afford to make a mistake.
A woman dressed in a floral, pink dressed stepped onto the stage. She shook Hermione's hand. The clapping grew louder.
When will they finally get to the question and answer session?
The room grew quiet. The woman standing beside Hermione cast a sonoros spell and announced, "We will now be taking questions."
The man's hand shot up.
The moderator pointed to a woman in the front. "You in the front row."
The audience member stood up. "Obrigada Senhora Snape. I truly enjoyed the presentation."
"Thank you," Hermione began.
He stiffened. That softer tone of voice was much more familiar than the boisterous one he'd heard for the past hour and a half.
"That's a very good question..."
Her voice transported him back to the nights they'd spent in each other's arms. They would gaze into each other's eyes, declaring their love. Those were some of his happiest memories outside of Quidditch and the wild nights spent with his groupies. He could only hope her memories of him were as fond as those he had of her.
"I hope that has answered your question," Hermione concluded.
"Yes, it has. Obrigada."
The woman in the audience sat down.
"Next question," the moderator called.
The man waved his hand. The woman beside him gave him a look.
The moderator pointed to someone in the middle of the room. "Yes."
The man pouted.
"First of all, I really enjoyed your talk. The creation of Tensiune Arteriala is fascinating," a man in the audience began.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the presentation," Hermione replied.
"My question concerns your work in charms though," he continued.
"If it's okay, could I ask you about one of your other most notable contributions to the Wizarding World?"
Hermione shrugged. "What is the question?"
The audience member scratched his chin. "I was wondering if you could tell me what inspired your creation of the opriti sangra."
Hermione's eyes lit up.
"I only ask because your husband is famous for his invention of the sectumsempra. I've always wondered why you felt it necessary to create a nonverbal counter spell to it," the audience member continued.
"It's a fascinating story actually," Mrs. Snape's grin grew. "It began innocuously enough when we were taking our children to the playground. My son-I believe he was six at the time-scraped his knee. He was bleeding profusely, and being the mother I am, I panicked. After cleaning him up, I asked Severus if we should return home. He told me that Victor was fine, which of course he was. As Victor ran back onto the playground, I continued to fret. Severus turned to me and said, 'you are behaving as if Victor is the victim of a sectumsempra.' He the preceded to tease me, saying that I should sing to Victor if I was so concerned about his injury. That was most unwise."
The audience chuckled.
"Severus needed to be taught a lesson. I began researching the sectumsempra and realized there may be a way to dispel the dark magic nonverbally. Within two weeks, my husband was infuriated because one of his most notable creations had been effectively neutralized," Hermione explained.
"How did you two stay married?" the audience member asked.
Hermione gave him a sly smile. "Now do you truly think I would disclose that piece of information?"
The audience burst out laughing.
The man rolled his eyes.
"Thank you," the audience member replied.
"You're welcome," Hermione answered.
The moderator scanned the audience. "Next question?"
The man jumped up and down. The people beside him grunted, but he only leapt higher.
The moderator laughed. "Yes, you in the back."
"I would like to change the topic from your work in potions to your time fighting in the Second Wizarding World" the man asked.
Hermione appeared as if she'd just seen a grim.
"Can you tell me a little bit about your relationship with Ron Weasley?"
"Please?" The man asked.
Hermione's brow was furrowed. "Why are you here?"
"It's a public forum," he answered. "I wanted to see you again, so I came here."
Hermione's muscles tensed.
"So tell me," the man continued. "What did you think of your time with Ron Weasley?"
"I don't know exactly what to tell you Ron. You were there for the entire thing," Hermione answered.
"Which is why I'm so confused," Ron snapped. "I was supposed to be the love of your life, yet all you ever talk about is Severus bloody Snape."
"Given that he is my husband, the father of my children, and the one with whom I create potions, it seems only logical that I mention him every so often," Hermione answered.
Ron's muscles tensed. "We fought Voldemort together."
"Harry and I fought Voldemort together," Hermione snapped. "You abandoned us when we needed you the most."
"I came back."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?"
"You claimed to love me. We were engaged. Everyone called us The Golden Couple. Why don't you mention me anymore?"
"Because there's nothing to say about you," Hermione replied.
"Oh I think there'a a lot to say," Ron argued.
"Securitate," the moderator called.
"So that's it? You're just going to kick me out like I was nothing to you?"
"I'm going to resume my question and answer session without any additional drama."
"Just tell the world once and for all, 'Mione. Did you ever love me?" Ron asked.
"Did you love me?"
Her voice was barely audible. "I thought I did at one point."
"What do you mean thought?" Ron demanded. "Shouldn't you know if you love someone?"
"I felt a very deep affection for you," Hermione replied. "No, that isn't entirely accurate. I had a deep affection for the man I thought you could be. As for the man you truly were, I do not think I ever loved him."
"Liar," Ron hissed.
A big hand fell onto Ron's shoulder. He spun around.
"Let's go," a security guard ordered.
Ron gave Hermione one last parting glance before leaving.
"I apologize Mrs. Snape," the moderator gasped. "I did not know he was here. If I had seen him he would have been thrown out immediately."
Hermione's expression lightened. "There was little you could do about Ronald. Once he wants something he will throw a tantrum until he either gets it or is forced to be quiet."
"Nonetheless I do apologize for his presence," the moderator replied.
Hermione smiled. "There is no need for apologies. Now, if we can return to our previous discussion, I would deeply appreciate it."
"Indeed we will," the moderator turned to the audience. "Who would like to ask the next question?"
Four hands were raised.