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Long Island Iced Tea
Chapter 3
A/N- I got a few comments about the absinthe in the last chapter. I write from my own experience, and I have lots of experience with the absinthe in the purple bottle. There are two strengths- 55.5 and 77.7. I occasionally have a bottle of 55.5 in my freezer, and we do shots of it, straight, without lighting it on fire first. The 77.7 is what I drink in bars, and they do light it on fire. This helps burn off some of the alcohol. So, by the time you get the blasted fire out (and it can be hard to get out after a few shots), it's not too much stronger than 55.5. I have been served multiple servings of absinthe at bars, and I have done waaaaay more than 4 shots in a night. Alas, I am not dead. It's just really strong alcohol (think Bacardi 151). Nothing mystical. Rumor has it that you can buy the "real" stuff in the Czech Republic. As for how legal absinthe is in Britian, I couldn't tell you, but I live in Germany and I assumed the laws would be similar.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! I love reading your comments, and it inspires me to update quicker.
Disclaimer: It's JKR's sandbox. I'm just building a few castles.
Chapter 3
The next week, Wednesday night.
Snape apparated into the now familiar deserted alley beside the pub. He shook his head slightly, and wondered why he kept returning. This was the third week in a row! And, if he was honest with himself, he knew was coming to see Miss Granger. He had no designs on her body, mind you. Okay, it had crossed his mind a few times that she had filled out nicely, but he had no active plan to seduce her. Yet he kept returning.
It must be the conversation. She was the first person in a long time who treated him not like the man who killed Dumbledore, or the evil potions master, but as a real man. She had a wit that could almost keep up with his, and she wasn't afraid of him. It was funny: all the things that annoyed him endlessly when she was a student were now some of her most appealing traits.
Okay, enough deep thinking for one night. It was time to drink!
He strode around to the front of the bar, and opened the door. He entered, and found Miss Granger sitting at her normal stool. He took his stool next to her. She turned and looked at him, a tall glass filled with a brown drink in her hand.
"What are you drinking tonight, Miss Granger?"
"Iced tea."
"Iced tea?"
"Yes, professor. After the raging hangover I had last Thursday morning, I thought it would be prudent to restrain a bit this week. Care for a sip?" Hermione asked innocently, holding up the drink in question.
"Like I would drink after you, Miss Granger," Snape scoffed.
"Professor, you drink out of the glasses at this bar, and surely they hold more germs then you would obtain by drinking after me."
"So, if I drink after you, from one of the glasses at this filthy bar, I will be consuming less germs?"
Hermione grinned, "Yes, Professor. Let us say that I already drank all the germs off the glass for you, so you're getting pure, clean iced tea."
Snape sighed, "You're not going to give up until I try your drink, are you Miss Granger?"
"No sir. You might as well save yourself a bit of a headache by taking a sip now."
Snape shook his head, a shadow of a smile in his eyes. He took the offered glass, raised it to his nose, and sniffed.
"Oh, professor, for heaven's sake, just drink it!"
"If you would shut up, Miss Granger, I might just do that."
Snape took a tiny sip of the brown liquid and swished it around in his mouth. Approving, he took a larger sip, then handed the greasy cup back to Hermione.
"Iced tea, you say?"
"Yes sir. Long Island Iced Tea."
"What's in it?"
"A bit of everything."
"Okay. Bartender, two more of those," he ordered, pointing at Hermione's glass.
Hermione questioned, "Two?"
"Yes, Miss Granger. It would be ungentlemanly of me not to buy you a drink after you shared yours with me."
"Oh. Well, thank you Professor."
They watched the bartender mix the drinks in silence. Once the drinks were served, Snape commented, "You weren't kidding about there being a bit of everything in these."
"Nope," Hermione replied.
They sucked down their drinks in unison.
"Another?" Snape asked after they put their glasses down.
"Oh dear God, yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. You don't need to call me 'Dear God' though."
Hermione snickered.
"Sorry, Professor. It's been a rough day."
"Ah, yes, I read the Daily Prophet this morning. Could your rough day have something to do with that?"
Hermione's eyes flashed in fury.
"Yes! Stupid, fucking tabloid reporters! 'Boy Who Lived Divorces Tart Who Persisted.' What the hell do they know? I didn't ask Harry to marry me! I was young, confused, and mentally fucked up from the war! Our marriage wasn't bad. Just not...passionate."
Snape winced at the word "passionate."
"If Harry could pry his lips off of Draco Malfoy for 5 minutes and Floo me, we could still be friends! Yes, I'm depressed at the failure of the marriage, but I'm glad he found somebody he truly loves, and who knows? Maybe someday I'll find that too! I know now it was wrong to stay together for the sake of staying together. We never loved each other as more than friends. Just after losing Ron, we wanted to..." Hermone trailed off.
"Why am I telling you all this anyway?"
"I don't know Miss Granger, but you have a drink that needs drinking."
"I'll drink to that," she replied, clinking her glass against Snape's.
"Why don't you ever seem to get as drunk as me?"
"I assure you, I do get quite drunk. Especially last week, with all the-" shudder," absinthe. I just have control over my emotions."
Hermione held up her empty glass for the bartender to refill. Snape did the same.
"Don't you ever wish you could let go? Just feel and be and do for one night?"
Snape pursed his lips together, "No, I don't."
"Then why do you drink?"
"Because I'm the greasy bat of the dungeons."
"Oh, you have low self esteem."
Snape whirled toward her in anger.
"You are one to talk! Always seeking approval, waving your hand in class so you could show off that you knew more than everybody else. Marrying the first asshole who asks you. Being so desperate to fit in that you do things you know are wrong and break countless rules to please others!"
Hermione looked bored, "Your point, Professor?"
"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks."
"I wasn't throwing rocks, Professor. I was just saying-"
"Well, don't!" Snape shouted.
"Okay."
The tension was palpable. They both had a few more drinks, then Hermione stood, gathering her purse and coat.
"Sorry, Professor. I did not mean to offend you."
Snape stood, sighing.
"Miss Granger, I have had a rough day as well. I'll buy your drinks next week to make it up to you..."
Hermione smiled. "Sounds like a good plan. I look forward to it."
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Long Island Iced Tea:
1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®
Mix ingredients together over ice in a glass. Pour into a shaker and give one brisk shake. Pour back into the glass and make sure there is a touch of fizz at the top. Garnish with lemon.
A/N: This is not how I intended for this chapter to turn out, but I think it fits pretty well. After not getting along for seven years, we can't expect them to be best friends instantly. Hopefully they'll have more fun next week...
A/N- I got a few comments about the absinthe in the last chapter. I write from my own experience, and I have lots of experience with the absinthe in the purple bottle. There are two strengths- 55.5 and 77.7. I occasionally have a bottle of 55.5 in my freezer, and we do shots of it, straight, without lighting it on fire first. The 77.7 is what I drink in bars, and they do light it on fire. This helps burn off some of the alcohol. So, by the time you get the blasted fire out (and it can be hard to get out after a few shots), it's not too much stronger than 55.5. I have been served multiple servings of absinthe at bars, and I have done waaaaay more than 4 shots in a night. Alas, I am not dead. It's just really strong alcohol (think Bacardi 151). Nothing mystical. Rumor has it that you can buy the "real" stuff in the Czech Republic. As for how legal absinthe is in Britian, I couldn't tell you, but I live in Germany and I assumed the laws would be similar.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! I love reading your comments, and it inspires me to update quicker.
Disclaimer: It's JKR's sandbox. I'm just building a few castles.
Chapter 3
The next week, Wednesday night.
Snape apparated into the now familiar deserted alley beside the pub. He shook his head slightly, and wondered why he kept returning. This was the third week in a row! And, if he was honest with himself, he knew was coming to see Miss Granger. He had no designs on her body, mind you. Okay, it had crossed his mind a few times that she had filled out nicely, but he had no active plan to seduce her. Yet he kept returning.
It must be the conversation. She was the first person in a long time who treated him not like the man who killed Dumbledore, or the evil potions master, but as a real man. She had a wit that could almost keep up with his, and she wasn't afraid of him. It was funny: all the things that annoyed him endlessly when she was a student were now some of her most appealing traits.
Okay, enough deep thinking for one night. It was time to drink!
He strode around to the front of the bar, and opened the door. He entered, and found Miss Granger sitting at her normal stool. He took his stool next to her. She turned and looked at him, a tall glass filled with a brown drink in her hand.
"What are you drinking tonight, Miss Granger?"
"Iced tea."
"Iced tea?"
"Yes, professor. After the raging hangover I had last Thursday morning, I thought it would be prudent to restrain a bit this week. Care for a sip?" Hermione asked innocently, holding up the drink in question.
"Like I would drink after you, Miss Granger," Snape scoffed.
"Professor, you drink out of the glasses at this bar, and surely they hold more germs then you would obtain by drinking after me."
"So, if I drink after you, from one of the glasses at this filthy bar, I will be consuming less germs?"
Hermione grinned, "Yes, Professor. Let us say that I already drank all the germs off the glass for you, so you're getting pure, clean iced tea."
Snape sighed, "You're not going to give up until I try your drink, are you Miss Granger?"
"No sir. You might as well save yourself a bit of a headache by taking a sip now."
Snape shook his head, a shadow of a smile in his eyes. He took the offered glass, raised it to his nose, and sniffed.
"Oh, professor, for heaven's sake, just drink it!"
"If you would shut up, Miss Granger, I might just do that."
Snape took a tiny sip of the brown liquid and swished it around in his mouth. Approving, he took a larger sip, then handed the greasy cup back to Hermione.
"Iced tea, you say?"
"Yes sir. Long Island Iced Tea."
"What's in it?"
"A bit of everything."
"Okay. Bartender, two more of those," he ordered, pointing at Hermione's glass.
Hermione questioned, "Two?"
"Yes, Miss Granger. It would be ungentlemanly of me not to buy you a drink after you shared yours with me."
"Oh. Well, thank you Professor."
They watched the bartender mix the drinks in silence. Once the drinks were served, Snape commented, "You weren't kidding about there being a bit of everything in these."
"Nope," Hermione replied.
They sucked down their drinks in unison.
"Another?" Snape asked after they put their glasses down.
"Oh dear God, yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. You don't need to call me 'Dear God' though."
Hermione snickered.
"Sorry, Professor. It's been a rough day."
"Ah, yes, I read the Daily Prophet this morning. Could your rough day have something to do with that?"
Hermione's eyes flashed in fury.
"Yes! Stupid, fucking tabloid reporters! 'Boy Who Lived Divorces Tart Who Persisted.' What the hell do they know? I didn't ask Harry to marry me! I was young, confused, and mentally fucked up from the war! Our marriage wasn't bad. Just not...passionate."
Snape winced at the word "passionate."
"If Harry could pry his lips off of Draco Malfoy for 5 minutes and Floo me, we could still be friends! Yes, I'm depressed at the failure of the marriage, but I'm glad he found somebody he truly loves, and who knows? Maybe someday I'll find that too! I know now it was wrong to stay together for the sake of staying together. We never loved each other as more than friends. Just after losing Ron, we wanted to..." Hermone trailed off.
"Why am I telling you all this anyway?"
"I don't know Miss Granger, but you have a drink that needs drinking."
"I'll drink to that," she replied, clinking her glass against Snape's.
"Why don't you ever seem to get as drunk as me?"
"I assure you, I do get quite drunk. Especially last week, with all the-" shudder," absinthe. I just have control over my emotions."
Hermione held up her empty glass for the bartender to refill. Snape did the same.
"Don't you ever wish you could let go? Just feel and be and do for one night?"
Snape pursed his lips together, "No, I don't."
"Then why do you drink?"
"Because I'm the greasy bat of the dungeons."
"Oh, you have low self esteem."
Snape whirled toward her in anger.
"You are one to talk! Always seeking approval, waving your hand in class so you could show off that you knew more than everybody else. Marrying the first asshole who asks you. Being so desperate to fit in that you do things you know are wrong and break countless rules to please others!"
Hermione looked bored, "Your point, Professor?"
"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks."
"I wasn't throwing rocks, Professor. I was just saying-"
"Well, don't!" Snape shouted.
"Okay."
The tension was palpable. They both had a few more drinks, then Hermione stood, gathering her purse and coat.
"Sorry, Professor. I did not mean to offend you."
Snape stood, sighing.
"Miss Granger, I have had a rough day as well. I'll buy your drinks next week to make it up to you..."
Hermione smiled. "Sounds like a good plan. I look forward to it."
**************
*************
Long Island Iced Tea:
1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®
Mix ingredients together over ice in a glass. Pour into a shaker and give one brisk shake. Pour back into the glass and make sure there is a touch of fizz at the top. Garnish with lemon.
A/N: This is not how I intended for this chapter to turn out, but I think it fits pretty well. After not getting along for seven years, we can't expect them to be best friends instantly. Hopefully they'll have more fun next week...