Beneficent Stranger
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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5,354
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8
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Chapter Six
Beneficent Stranger
Chapter Six
Coffee
“No. Absolutely not. Never.”
“Please?”
“Pleading and batting your eyes will do you no good so I suggest that you cease the behavior.”
“But dar-“
“Use not that term of endearment or I shall be forced to retaliate with the dreaded C-word.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.”
The conversation halted for a bit. Each sipping at their coffee, regarding the other in silent contemplation.
“It’s only two days,” she muttered.
“No.”
“But Severus! It’s not like I ask a lot of you these days,” she pouted.
“Oh ho! This is a new tack!”
“No it’s the truth.”
“Hermione, I will not change my mind,” he grumbled.
“But we owe it to him,” she replied in a reasonable tone.
“Miss Granger might I remind you that I have acquiesced too many of your insane desires over these last two years,” he retorted in an almost petulant tone. “I have learnt to water ski, which yes I did admit was rather fun once I got the hang of it. I went hiking in the Alps with you and,” here he grimaced. “camped out, actually eating food freshly caught. I have attended Muggle rock concerts and exposed myself to more danger than at a revel. I have –“
“But,” she interrupted.
“Even allowed you to persuade me to spend a day at, and I quote “The Happiest Place on Earth”,” he continued ignoring her interruption. “All without complaint.”
She arched a delicate brow at him and looked him up and down from the side of her eyes.
“Well nearly without complaint,” he amended. “But I will not allow you to change my mind on this one.”
Hermione set her mug down on the table with a bit more force then was necessary for punctuating her displeasure. She smiled at him, not a smile of pleasure, but the smile that he had, to his eternal chagrin learned was the opposite of friendly.
“Since,” she hissed. “You are busy ticking off you’re “Sacrifices” as you so call them allow me to take this opportunity to remind you that I also sacrificed my self for you on occasion. The most frightening of which still gives me nightmares.”
He allowimseimself to smile a wicked, gloating smile which only served to infuriate her more.
“It’s not funny!” she roared.
“Well the cushioning charm worked didn’t it?” he asked in a perfectly logical tone.
She stamped her foot in frustration and he adjusted his collar. It really was starting to get too warm in the hen hen and he silently cursed the part of him that never failed to be aroused at the sight of Hermione, face flushed with emotion whether anger or desire.
“The whole point of jumping out of an airplane is to do it with a parachute, like I did, darling!”
Well that was a low blow, he thought. He had no choice but to retaliate.
“Well Cupcake,” he murmured, with emphasis on the dreaded C-word. “You consented to jump as well.”
She stood before him, face flushed with anger, hands balled into fists at her side, panting with out rage. “Cupcake! You called me Cupcake! You promised to never do that again!”
“You called me,” here he sneered. “Darling.”
Silence fell again as Severus calmly took his seat at the table and sipped his now tepid coffee. Seeing his grimace, she sent a warming spell at the mug and did the same to hers. They returned to their morning cuppa in silence.
This lasted for about two minutes.
“Please?” she pleaded, all soft chocolate eyes looking at him through her lashes. “I promise that if you do this I won’t complain next time you want to spend the entire day on the golf course with daddy.”
“I don’t like golf, Hermione.”
She flashed him a knowing grin. “Oh?”
“No,” he scowled. “I merely do it to save myself from the more childish hobbies of your beloved father. Like that Nintendo thing he is always harping on about.”
She let that go un answered, for she knew his protestation to liking something so Muggle was typical of the man. It was one of the reasons she loved him as well as she did.
“It’s only tea you know,” she said instead.
He snorted. “Only tea? Please Hermione, its tea with Him and Them. I can’t stomach the thought. Oh and to have to put up with that infernal twinkling, the knowing smug little glances. Not to mention the scowls from the others, the random badly disguised gagging noises!”
She sighed. “And the lemon drops too.”
Here they both grimaced.
“What time are we expected?” he finally asked with a sigh.
She smiled indulgently at him. “Four this afternoon. You have plenty of time to get those robes of yours out of storage so that you my gird yourself for battle.”
Rising she walked around the table and sat in his lap. Wriggling against him, smiling at his arousal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. “Besides,” she panted when she came up for air. “You know how much I love those robes of yours!”
He kissed her back, grasping her hair in one hand and pulling her head back so that he could attack her neck with his nipping kisses. “Perhaps,” he muttered against her skin. “If you ask nicely I will allow you to inspect them for any defects.”
“Hummmm,” she sighed contentedly and moaned. “Pretty please!”
A/N: So I lied, this isn’t the epiloge. Merely a small foot bridge on the path to the epiloge. Lemons to come, I swear. They go so well with tea.
Chapter Six
Coffee
“No. Absolutely not. Never.”
“Please?”
“Pleading and batting your eyes will do you no good so I suggest that you cease the behavior.”
“But dar-“
“Use not that term of endearment or I shall be forced to retaliate with the dreaded C-word.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.”
The conversation halted for a bit. Each sipping at their coffee, regarding the other in silent contemplation.
“It’s only two days,” she muttered.
“No.”
“But Severus! It’s not like I ask a lot of you these days,” she pouted.
“Oh ho! This is a new tack!”
“No it’s the truth.”
“Hermione, I will not change my mind,” he grumbled.
“But we owe it to him,” she replied in a reasonable tone.
“Miss Granger might I remind you that I have acquiesced too many of your insane desires over these last two years,” he retorted in an almost petulant tone. “I have learnt to water ski, which yes I did admit was rather fun once I got the hang of it. I went hiking in the Alps with you and,” here he grimaced. “camped out, actually eating food freshly caught. I have attended Muggle rock concerts and exposed myself to more danger than at a revel. I have –“
“But,” she interrupted.
“Even allowed you to persuade me to spend a day at, and I quote “The Happiest Place on Earth”,” he continued ignoring her interruption. “All without complaint.”
She arched a delicate brow at him and looked him up and down from the side of her eyes.
“Well nearly without complaint,” he amended. “But I will not allow you to change my mind on this one.”
Hermione set her mug down on the table with a bit more force then was necessary for punctuating her displeasure. She smiled at him, not a smile of pleasure, but the smile that he had, to his eternal chagrin learned was the opposite of friendly.
“Since,” she hissed. “You are busy ticking off you’re “Sacrifices” as you so call them allow me to take this opportunity to remind you that I also sacrificed my self for you on occasion. The most frightening of which still gives me nightmares.”
He allowimseimself to smile a wicked, gloating smile which only served to infuriate her more.
“It’s not funny!” she roared.
“Well the cushioning charm worked didn’t it?” he asked in a perfectly logical tone.
She stamped her foot in frustration and he adjusted his collar. It really was starting to get too warm in the hen hen and he silently cursed the part of him that never failed to be aroused at the sight of Hermione, face flushed with emotion whether anger or desire.
“The whole point of jumping out of an airplane is to do it with a parachute, like I did, darling!”
Well that was a low blow, he thought. He had no choice but to retaliate.
“Well Cupcake,” he murmured, with emphasis on the dreaded C-word. “You consented to jump as well.”
She stood before him, face flushed with anger, hands balled into fists at her side, panting with out rage. “Cupcake! You called me Cupcake! You promised to never do that again!”
“You called me,” here he sneered. “Darling.”
Silence fell again as Severus calmly took his seat at the table and sipped his now tepid coffee. Seeing his grimace, she sent a warming spell at the mug and did the same to hers. They returned to their morning cuppa in silence.
This lasted for about two minutes.
“Please?” she pleaded, all soft chocolate eyes looking at him through her lashes. “I promise that if you do this I won’t complain next time you want to spend the entire day on the golf course with daddy.”
“I don’t like golf, Hermione.”
She flashed him a knowing grin. “Oh?”
“No,” he scowled. “I merely do it to save myself from the more childish hobbies of your beloved father. Like that Nintendo thing he is always harping on about.”
She let that go un answered, for she knew his protestation to liking something so Muggle was typical of the man. It was one of the reasons she loved him as well as she did.
“It’s only tea you know,” she said instead.
He snorted. “Only tea? Please Hermione, its tea with Him and Them. I can’t stomach the thought. Oh and to have to put up with that infernal twinkling, the knowing smug little glances. Not to mention the scowls from the others, the random badly disguised gagging noises!”
She sighed. “And the lemon drops too.”
Here they both grimaced.
“What time are we expected?” he finally asked with a sigh.
She smiled indulgently at him. “Four this afternoon. You have plenty of time to get those robes of yours out of storage so that you my gird yourself for battle.”
Rising she walked around the table and sat in his lap. Wriggling against him, smiling at his arousal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. “Besides,” she panted when she came up for air. “You know how much I love those robes of yours!”
He kissed her back, grasping her hair in one hand and pulling her head back so that he could attack her neck with his nipping kisses. “Perhaps,” he muttered against her skin. “If you ask nicely I will allow you to inspect them for any defects.”
“Hummmm,” she sighed contentedly and moaned. “Pretty please!”
A/N: So I lied, this isn’t the epiloge. Merely a small foot bridge on the path to the epiloge. Lemons to come, I swear. They go so well with tea.