Team Name: Death Eather.
Word Count: 100 x 5
Challenge(s): Severus Goes Shopping, Broken, Dialogue Only, Minerva Wants A Word, Best of All The Lost Arts
Characters: Severus, Hermione, Minerva McGonagall
Author's Notes: None.
Severus Goes Shopping :: The Slytherin Shopping List
“What’s this?” Hermione pulled some licorice out of the shopping bag.
“Licorice, my dear.”
“I’m aware, but…it wasn’t on the list.” She sifted through the items. “Raisins? Dark chocolate? Green apples? Broccolli? I hate broccoli! And lettuce?”
She saw the pattern that was appearing. Green. Black. “Severus, we are not eating Slytherin food. None of these things were on the list and I was very careful to be sure that—“
He kissed her, then pulled away, leaving her dizzy. “Then you can do the shopping next time,” he said, then slipped a piece of shoe-string licorice into his mouth.
Broken :: A Case of Forgetting in Panic
Shink! Crash! Creench!
Severus’ hand flew over his mouth. “Oh Merlin.”
“Sev, are you okay?” Hermione called from upstairs.
“Um…er…yes…” He looked over the fallen vase worriedly. “Damn,” he hissed. Hadn’t she loved this vase? Wasn’t it a family heirloom? “Damn, damn.”
She padded down the stairs, drying her hair and saw the vase shattered in pieces at the bottom.
“Hermione, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and—“
Severus flushed with embarrassment. In his panic, he had forgotten he was a wizard.
He grinned sheepishly. “Thanks.”
Hermione kissed his cheek and bounced off to the kitchen.
Dialogue Only :: The Depeche Mode
“I just can’t get enough. I just can’t get enough.”
“Why do you listen to this ghastly music?”
“There’s nothing ghastly about it.”
“That sound! It’s not even an instrument, what is it?”
“A synthesizer. It’s an instrument. Believe me.”
“And what is this? Depeche Mode? What an idiotic name!”
“It is not! It means Fashion Update. It was from a French magazine.”
“What possessed them to use the name of an assumed-women’s magazine?”
“I don’t know. It’s just music, Sev. Now, dance with me.”
“Stop bouncing about. It’s embarrassing. And this music is so droning.”
“So what? Loosen up!”
Minerva Wants a Word :: Christmas Presents
His fingers were impossibly tangled in her hair. The knock at the door startled them both. Severus pressed his lips to her cheek quickly and then stalked off to the door.
“Severus.” Minerva nodded curtly, and he swallowed.
They weren’t doing anything wrong. She was of age now. She was acting upon her own will. He repeated this to himself several times.
“There’s something I must speak to you about.”
“What are you getting Albus for Christmas? I’m stuck for this year.”
Hermione tried to let her sigh of her own relief out quietly. Severus didn’t look over.
Best of All the Lost Arts :: Vacation in Italy
“This is a real treasure. I can’t even imagine how much it’s worth.”
Hermione was careful not to touch anything but the edges of the original Da Vinci painting.
“Now aren’t you glad we took this trip?”
Hermione didn’t respond to his lack of enthusiasm. “I wonder who would take it.”
“You’re giving it away?”
“Well, yes. I’ve no use for it.”
Severus rolled his dark eyes. A smile still crept on his lips, an offering to her quirky personality.
Hermione grinned back. “Now that,” she pointed to his grin, “is the best of all the lost arts.”
Hope you enjoyed!