Severus watched Miriam's face as she took in this new bit of information. After a moment, her contemplative expression gave way to a smile. Miriam and Severus face down their pasts as they begin their life together.

Severus shook his head in disbelief. Miriam obviously wasn't kidding when she said she planned to tie one on. *A fun little Miriam and Severus story that takes place pre-Harry Potter.*

Miriam paused stirring her coffee and gave Severus a measured look. She saw the glint in his eye and knew his reason for asking. "That depends. How good are you at following directions?"

Severus waited patiently as he heard rustling from the closet. He wondered what else Miriam found in her boxes as she unpacked. Whatever it was, Miriam sounded excited, and that piqued Severus' curiosity.

She had always found the night to be a comforting presence; out here with Severus at her side, she felt peaceful and infinitely small among the plethora of stars.

In no rush, Severus leisurely walked down the corridor lost to his thoughts. Most of which centered around a curly-haired witch that he planned to marry in ten short days.

As long as he focused on the beautiful witch beside him, all the people staring and Lyra Lovegood snapping photos didn't matter. He was here for her.

"You will do no such thing, Mrs. Snape," Severus said lowly as he emphasized her title. "As my wife, I will be the only one to dance with you this evening. Besides," Severus added, "you know no one dances better than I."

Miriam hesitated, then gently placed her hand on Severus' shoulder. Though he did not shrink from her touch, he still refused to look at her.

Severus crossed the room quickly and knelt next to his wife. "He's gone," Miriam choked out. The tears began to fall down her face and Severus wrapped his long arms around Miriam and pulled her close.

Severus and Miriam Snape spend time together after a dinner at the Three Broomsticks. One-shot.

A one-shot with a little fluff where Severus helps Miriam after she has a nightmare.

"I must confess my selfishness, Severus. I want to be the only witch you need." The countdown to the wedding is on.

Miriam was silent for several moments as she thought about what she wanted. At length, she spoke. "What I really want, is you."

Severus and Miriam go out for a night on the town in Paris.

From his viewpoint in the chair, Severus watched Miriam finish her drink. She met his gaze, and rose from her seat. There was a swing to her walk, and by the sparkle in her eye, Severus knew she was up to something.

He wished he could find the words to tell her that he wanted her, but somehow this didn't feel like the right time. Miriam takes a teaching job at Hogwarts. How does Severus and Miriam's friendship evolve into something more? This is the story of Miriam's first year as charms professor, and how she and Severus come to be.

Severus marveled at his luck, though Miriam would surely remind him that their love was based on something more substantial than that. A short, light-hearted story for the Holidays. One-shot.

Severus could not see what the fanfare was about Santa Claus. As a child, Christmas was a scant affair in the Snape household, and the only murmurings of Santa were told to Severus by his paternal grandmother.

Dueling someone of her skill would be a challenge, and Severus rarely backed down from those. What takes place after the Dueling Club is over, and more importantly, who wins?