PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@ggranger-danger
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"Good," He shot her a half-smile, then stretched."Before we start looking for an apartment, where do we want to live? I would like someplace isolated, but you might want someplace with more people around..?"
"Isolated is fine with me." Hermione tells him. "I can Floo to work and back. I just don't want to ruin whatever good thing we have by taking it too fast, you know?" She says, worried.
Such Fragile Things
"Yeah, he is. It’s a shame you’re not coming as well, though," Ginny replied, drawing the blanket around her shoulders. Not that she could blame Hermione; between spending the last three summers and the previous Christmas with the rest of them, the brunette really hadn’t had much time to spend with her parents at all. And what with how things were between her and Ron, Hermione would probably be glad to get away from it all for a few weeks peace.
"Well, at least where you are, you won’t have to put up with Phlegm all the time," Ginny thrust her hair back in a decent imitation of Fleur Delacour and affected an accent. "Zees Christmas ees going to be zo bland, back een France…" The redhead made a face. "Nothing’s ever good enough for her." Though she could have continued in that vein for some time, Ginny cut herself off; Hermione already knew exactly how she felt about Bill’s girlfriend.
"Why do you reckon Bill went for her? Just because she's pretty?" Hermione says curiously.Â
Heat of the Moment
Severus grimaced, practically feeling the embarrassment rolling of off Hermione in waves.
"Hermione," He started. "Hermione, look at me. It is okay to be.. ah.. embarrassed about what just happened, but it might as well be something to get used to." He spooned his soup. "After all, it’s also a part of the marriage ceremony."
"True enough." She returns in a small voice, gaze still cast downward.
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"This potion takes time," Severus warned. "The next full moon is in a couple of days; I’ll need you to pick some Fluxweed and bring it back here to me." He glanced at his lab’s door. "The lacewing flies have to be stewed for 21 days, but I have managed to find a substitute ingredient." Then he looked back at Hermione. "The potion should be ready in about a week. Make sure you get enough hairs to last us until we re-locate."
"I'll also look for an apartment. We'll make it work." She promises, wondering if she should leave now to start the hunt.
Heat of the Moment
There was a slight intake of breath on his end. Blinking, he stood up to go sit back in his chair. Cheeks were red as he studied the table and whispered, “You are welcome, Hermione.”
Hermione was blushing a furious pink when the waiter returned with their meals, asking again if he could get them something else, which both of them declined multiple times.
A silence settled between them once he had gone. Hermione wouldn't dare look up to catch his gaze on her so she focused on her pie and her drink, forcing herself not to apologize or burst into embarassed tears.
Such Fragile Things
It was about twenty minutes later - for she’d had to take a detour to avoid a prowling Filch that had effectively doubled the time it took her to get to the kitchens and back - that Ginny returned to the dorm, laden with a small mountain of cakes and snacks which she set down on Hermione’s bed, trying her best not to get cream on the sheets.
"They wanted to give me more, but I thought this was probably enough to be going on with," she explained, helping herself to a particularly tempting chocolate bun. She leant her shoulder against the bedpost, glancing at Hermione and seeming, for the briefest of moments, almost as though she were seeking the older girl’s approval.
Hermione's facial features brighten at the sight of the goods the red head had brought. She allowed herself to endulge in not one but three honey buns before offering Ginny a blanket - the dorm was awfully cold - and pausing to speak.
"So, are you excited for Christmas? I hear Harry is going with yous to the Burrow this year." Hermione says.
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"And you, Hermione, are beautiful. Both in body and mind," With that said, he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips. "We will have to decide when to do all of this. Soon, preferably."
"The sooner the better." Hermione agrees. "Start brewing the potion. Tomorrow morning, before I return to my flat, I'll Apparate to someplace far away and people hunt. I'll be back the day after that to give you the hairs."
Heat of the Moment
He nodded, pleased that she liked the ring. Within mere seconds, he was out of his chair and kneeling besides Hermione. Gently, he pried the ring out of her hands and took hold of her left one.
"It used to belong to my mother," He commented, placing the ring onto her left ring finger and watching it adjust to her size. "It belonged to the witches of our family. If you took notice, it has been enchanted to fit its wearer. There is also a certain kind of protection charm from magic."
"Sadly, it could not protect my mother from the hands of my father," Severus looked at her. "Don’t let anybody touch you."Â
Hermione took his hands in hers and gave him another smile. "You're a wonderful man, Severus Snape." She tells him, giving his long, nimble fingers a squeeze. "I am so thankful that you have trusted this family heirloom with me. Thank you." Hermione leans forward, intening on pecking his cheek.
Instead, she miscalculates a fraction of an inch and brushes her lips against Severus's.
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"That is agreeable." He raised an eyebrow at her, almost in amusement. "Crazy? I suppose it is, just a bit."
"But don't get me wrong, Severus: I enjoy how you look now." Hermione says. "Besides, physical apperance never meant much of anything to me. You don't see yourself as handsome, Severus, but I do; you have the most beautiful mind." She proceeded to caress his face.
Heat of the Moment
"It’s not even his business to know," He replied in a dry tone. "However," Severus shifted, reaching a hand into one of his pockets. He pulled out a small black box and set it on the table towards her. "I was going to present it later as sort of a.. celebratory gift, but also for showing your engagement, obviously. Perhaps it will deter him."
He side-eyed the room.
"If not, I will."
Hermione's face drained of color. The witch used a tentative and trembling hand to open the black silk box and she almost dropped it upon seeing the ring inside: it was beautiful and simple, with a silver band and a diamond set in the center. She became breathless as she turned it over in her hands, nimble fingers examining each place of the ring.
"I - oh, professor, it's beautiful." She whispered. Then, upon looking up at him, Hermione smiled. "Thank you very much, Severus. That was increadably thoughtful of you. I really do love it."
Heat of the Moment
Incredulously, Severus furrowed his brows with a frown while shooting glares at the waiter’s back.
"I realize that it would look.. wrong if I had said you’re my fiancee (despite that being the truth) but your father?" He turned back to her. "Merlin, we don’t even look anything alike! Good thing too, I don’t think you’d like having my nose." He raised an eyebrow at that image.
"He is not getting any tips when we leave."
"He most certainly not." Hermione says. "But why lie? He's eyeing me like I'm his next meal. You are my husband to-be and I'm not ashamed of that, or of you."
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"Our own flat.." He echoed thoughtfully while one of his hands flew up to his chin to tap on it with a finger. "It would be nice to go elsewhere. Hermione," Severus pinned his gaze back onto her with intensity. "If we do this- Merlin, it takes two months to do the potion- you’ve got to do some research and find a muggle whose face I can use."
"We ought to choose together. You'll be looking like them until... until we decide elsewise." Hermione tells him, eyes wide with excitement. "This is truly crazy! I cannot believe this is all happening to me."
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Severus frowned at th idea of taking on a muggle appearance. “And what about your friends visiting here once I do that? Will they not question you being with a muggle?”
The idea had merit, he admitted, but things could still go wrong with it.
"You'd only take on the physical apperance of a Muggle around our age. We could get you a fake identity, and maybe our own flat, and - Severus, if we put our minds to it, we could make it work." Hermione says.
Heat of the Moment
His grip tightened on his hidden wand as he fought the urge to hex this waiter’s bits off.
"I am not.. her father," He bite out slowly with venom lacing his every word.
On second thought, Severus mused, he could go ahead and hex the person. The place was thoroughly empty save for the one couple, their waiter, this waiter, and himself with Hermione. He could obliviate everyone- save for Hermione.
Or maybe her too in case she tried to chastise him.
Hermione was coughing in a weak attempt to hide her uncomfertable laughter as the waiter took Snape's order and walked off, a little smug smirk on his lips. The brunette witch shook her head and said, in a serious voice, "Don't pay him any attention, Severus."
Such Fragile Things
Ginny couldn’t conceal a smile. Even she thought that Hermione was fighting a losing battle with this SPEW thing, it had to be said; but there was something she loved about how driven her friend was on the whole issue.
"Still, if we just want them to give us food for our girl’s night it, now’s not the time to try inspiring them to a revolution," the redhead returned once Hermione began to wind down, keeping her tone good-natured, if teasing. Ginny uncurled and stood. "I’ll see what they can give us and meet you back up here."
"Okay." Hermione agrees, calling out after Ginny: "I'll be waiting right here."
Heat of the Moment
Severus had noticed, alright. Being a spy made it easy for him to read other people’s body language. Discreetly, he let the tip of his wand peek out from his jacket’s sleeve, ready for action at a moment’s notice. It was probably an overreaction on his part.
After skimming the menu, he decided to order some potato soup with a side of coleslaw.
The waiter returned, asking Hermione for her order and then complimenting her choices before turning to Snape, as if he had forgotten the older man was there. In an irritated voice, the man said, "And for this beautiful woman's father?"Â
At this, Hermione choked on her water and almost spewed it across the table.
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She did have a point. Him still being alive was meant to be a complete and total secret; not even Minerva was aware.Â
"Do you really want to keep seeing them..?" He trailed off, already knowing her answer. Merlin, he really wanted to be with her. Being not-dead was complicated. Perhaps they would figure something out eventually..
"What if you used polyjuice potion?" She asks. "You could take the apperance of a Muggle from far away and make up a history and we could be together in public." Hermione says, desparation edging up in her voice.
