She had tried to explain to Mister Fitzgerald that Severus had merely stopped by to share some good news and to give her a gift, but he had only nodded and told her that what happened behind the closed door of her office was really none of his business. She had been flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her hair had obviously been rearranged. Hermione remembered the knowing looks she'd received when she'd emerged from her office the day that Severus had visited. She looked at the combs, safely kept on a dish on her dresser. Something that would go well with the ivory combs that Severus had given her. Nothing too dressy, because she didn't want to seem like she was trying too hard, and nothing too casual, because there was no reason to look like a frump if she could help it. If he doesn't come until six, then I've got plenty of time," Hermione tried to reassure herself, even as she dug through her closet to try to find something that would work for dinner and some sort of amusing diversion.
Rowlings.Ī frantic glance at the clock told her that she was running late. This fic is a collaborative effort and was originally born from an aborted RP that never quite made it off the ground.Ī/N - Anything you recognize, I don't own.
Canon through Deathy Hallows to the point of Severus Snape's supposed death at which point it becomes AU. It starts with a few letters from one extremely grouchy potions maker to the manager of a used book store. Summary: Devsgma and Darnedchild have combined their talents to tell you the story of what has happened to our favorite pair.
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