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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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14,685
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58
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chapter 3 :the gesture
CHAPTER THREE: the Gesture
Hermione loved weekends. She was in a position now to be able to have her weekends, and several weeks a year, away from the store. She was confident in her employees and trusted them implicitly. She smiled as she pulled another loaf of homemade banana nut bread from the oven and set it on the counter to cool. She finished packing the basket on her counter, filled with a container of homemade beef vegetable soup, a small baguette, thermos of tea, and a loaf of the sweet banana nut bread. She scrawled a short note on a piece of parchment:
Dearest Draco,
I know you’re at the office, and I know you probably will not leave your desk long enough to feed yourself, so here you go, I made you something.
Love,
Hermione
She was just about to tuck the note into the basket when she looked out her window to the house next door. She smiled and pulled her wand from her back pocket. She cast a duplicating charm and watched the basket dissolve and reappear with a twin. She tucked the note to Draco inside one and called for one of the large delivery owls to take it to him. She reached for her quill and parchment.
Thought maybe you might like some dinner.
Your Neighbor,
Hermione Granger
She placed it into the duplicate basket, and walked it next door. She knocked, but no one answered, though something told her that the person was indeed home. She set the basket on the porch and went back home.
Hermione was curled up on a chair in her living room, her nose pressed into a novel about the Druids when she heard a soft pecking at her kitchen window. She leaned over the sink and lifted the sash. A small, black owl lifted his foot, a letter clutched in his tiny talons. She offered him a treat, then ruffled the feathers at the back of his neck, laughing when he cooed like a dove. She knew Demon well, for he was Draco’s owl, and just as his owner, he loved to be petted. She couldn’t begin to remember how many evenings she had sat curled on her sofa with Draco sitting on the floor begging for her to scratch his head. She wished she could have more romantic feelings for him, but her heart knew that he was not the one for her.
She carried the letter back to the living room, opening it as she went.
Darling Hermione,
You were, as usual, correct. Your delivery arrived with perfect timing, as I was starved and too busy to get away. You are a brilliant cook, and the nut bread was wonderful, and gone. Thank you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, but I am a Malfoy and therefore to damned greedy to give you up.
Much love and thanks,
Draco
She laughed softly as she passed through the foyer, tucking the letter back into its envelope. To her amazement, another small note slid trough her mail slot. She looked out the window on her door, but whoever had delivered it, was no longer there. She picked up the note and walked back to her chair, curling up and pulling a chenille throw over her legs before she read it.
Ms. Granger,
Thank you, for the thoughtful gesture. I cannot recall the last time I enjoyed such a well prepared dinner, as I myself am unable to cook properly. So, thank you again.
Sincerely,
Your Neighbor
The lazy, slanted scrawl was somewhat familiar to her, though she couldn’t place it. It was obviously a mans writing. She was quite familiar with the hastily, sometimes illegible handwriting that one must contend with when your friends are all men. She reached into the side table drawer beside her and withdrew a quill, ink and parchment.
Dear Sir,
I am glad you enjoyed the food. I will not pretend to understand why you didn’t just knock on the door and thank me in person. You obviously have your reasons for your solitude and I will not press you to reveal them. Spending so much time in your house must get lonely, and boring. So, here is a book I think you may like, it’s a muggle novel, but I somehow think you might relate.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
In the morning, she would deliver the note and the book to her hermit neighbor, and wait for his reply. It will be interesting to find out just who was locked within the walls of that dusty old house.
Hermione loved weekends. She was in a position now to be able to have her weekends, and several weeks a year, away from the store. She was confident in her employees and trusted them implicitly. She smiled as she pulled another loaf of homemade banana nut bread from the oven and set it on the counter to cool. She finished packing the basket on her counter, filled with a container of homemade beef vegetable soup, a small baguette, thermos of tea, and a loaf of the sweet banana nut bread. She scrawled a short note on a piece of parchment:
Dearest Draco,
I know you’re at the office, and I know you probably will not leave your desk long enough to feed yourself, so here you go, I made you something.
Love,
Hermione
She was just about to tuck the note into the basket when she looked out her window to the house next door. She smiled and pulled her wand from her back pocket. She cast a duplicating charm and watched the basket dissolve and reappear with a twin. She tucked the note to Draco inside one and called for one of the large delivery owls to take it to him. She reached for her quill and parchment.
Thought maybe you might like some dinner.
Your Neighbor,
Hermione Granger
She placed it into the duplicate basket, and walked it next door. She knocked, but no one answered, though something told her that the person was indeed home. She set the basket on the porch and went back home.
Hermione was curled up on a chair in her living room, her nose pressed into a novel about the Druids when she heard a soft pecking at her kitchen window. She leaned over the sink and lifted the sash. A small, black owl lifted his foot, a letter clutched in his tiny talons. She offered him a treat, then ruffled the feathers at the back of his neck, laughing when he cooed like a dove. She knew Demon well, for he was Draco’s owl, and just as his owner, he loved to be petted. She couldn’t begin to remember how many evenings she had sat curled on her sofa with Draco sitting on the floor begging for her to scratch his head. She wished she could have more romantic feelings for him, but her heart knew that he was not the one for her.
She carried the letter back to the living room, opening it as she went.
Darling Hermione,
You were, as usual, correct. Your delivery arrived with perfect timing, as I was starved and too busy to get away. You are a brilliant cook, and the nut bread was wonderful, and gone. Thank you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, but I am a Malfoy and therefore to damned greedy to give you up.
Much love and thanks,
Draco
She laughed softly as she passed through the foyer, tucking the letter back into its envelope. To her amazement, another small note slid trough her mail slot. She looked out the window on her door, but whoever had delivered it, was no longer there. She picked up the note and walked back to her chair, curling up and pulling a chenille throw over her legs before she read it.
Ms. Granger,
Thank you, for the thoughtful gesture. I cannot recall the last time I enjoyed such a well prepared dinner, as I myself am unable to cook properly. So, thank you again.
Sincerely,
Your Neighbor
The lazy, slanted scrawl was somewhat familiar to her, though she couldn’t place it. It was obviously a mans writing. She was quite familiar with the hastily, sometimes illegible handwriting that one must contend with when your friends are all men. She reached into the side table drawer beside her and withdrew a quill, ink and parchment.
Dear Sir,
I am glad you enjoyed the food. I will not pretend to understand why you didn’t just knock on the door and thank me in person. You obviously have your reasons for your solitude and I will not press you to reveal them. Spending so much time in your house must get lonely, and boring. So, here is a book I think you may like, it’s a muggle novel, but I somehow think you might relate.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
In the morning, she would deliver the note and the book to her hermit neighbor, and wait for his reply. It will be interesting to find out just who was locked within the walls of that dusty old house.