Just the One Thing
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult
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18
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Just the One Thing
Hi one and all, I came up with another little one shot. I hope you like it. And as per usual, please read and review!
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So, Hermione asked herself as she put the last of her work into the out box on her desk, what are your plans now? She looked at the time. It was still early enough to go over to the Weasleys for their newest tradition. It had been Ginny’s idea to begin celebrating the American holiday of Thanksgiving. It would be to remind them to be grateful that they had survived the Battle of Hogwarts and that they had each other now more than ever. Hermione had thought it was a load of poppycock when the younger witch had come up with it. She was sure that this was yet another lure the girl was trying to use to make Harry propose marriage to her.
Sighing she left her office and went over to the nearest pub. She was in the middle of getting herself a drink when she felt the large hand at the small of her back and the heated breath at her ear. The man behind her paid for her drink and ordered one of his own.
“I hadn’t expected you to be here as well,” Charlie said to her quietly. “Why aren’t you at the dinner?”
“And what? See your sister all but hold up a sign saying, ‘Ask me to marry you, Harry’?” she inquired, making him laugh.
“Yes, she is very obvious, isn’t she?” he murmured. “Let’s get a table, shall we?”
The two had been sitting at their small table for all of five minutes before they spotted Bill strolling into the pub as well as the twins, Sirius, Remus, and, the last person that she would have thought would be a part of that group, Severus Snape.
“It would appear that we need to get a bottle or two of fire whiskey,” she said. “And a larger table.”
“Fancy meeting you two here,” Bill said, as they all came over to the now larger table. “We’re not interrupting anything are we?”
“No,” Hermione said. “Please join us. We just ordered a couple of bottles of fire whiskey.”
“Thank Merlin,” Severus said as he sat next to her. “A real drink.”
“If it had been Ron here, I would have gotten him a strawberry daiquiri,” Charlie said, making his brothers laugh.
Severus poured a drink, handing it over to Hermione. She thanked him quietly, taking it and sipping it as she listened to the others at the table. They sat in silence for a time. They were the only ones in the group not speaking for the most part, only breaking the silence to be a part of the wager on whether or not Harry would pop the big question.
Hermione leaned a little closer to Snape, murmuring, “So why is it that you are here?”
“I had been invited to the tanks party…”
“Thanksgiving,” she murmured, laughing quietly into her whiskey.
“That,” he muttered. “Totally futile.”
“You mean to say that you have nothing to be grateful for?” she asked him.
“Not a thing.”
“You lived,” she told him.
“That I did,” he said, absently touching the scar on his neck. “As did you.”
She nodded. “But they didn’t try to kill me.”
“Only torture you past the point of sanity,” he replied, studying her. “How did you manage to remain coherent?”
Hermione sipped on her drink. “I haven’t a clue. But I figured that it must have something to do with what my nana said once.”
“And that would be?”
“That I’m the most stubborn person in Brittan.”
Severus smiled. “It might at that.”
“I personally am grateful Ginny hasn’t found us yet,” she told him.
“I cannot help but to agree with that.”
“And I am grateful the fire whiskey is plentiful.”
“Me as well.”
She thought over the next one. “I am grateful I’m a heterosexual woman surrounded by a large group of sexually attractive men.”
Severus took a breath and let it out.
Smiling she said, “You couldn’t say ‘me too’ to that one, could you?”
“No,” he muttered.
“Can’t you come up with one single one on your own?” she asked him. “Just one?”
He glared at her for a moment. He got to his feet abruptly, pulling her up and away from the table. Severus kept walking her away, not giving her a chance to pull him to a stop or even give an explanation as to where they were going or why. They reached the Shrieking Shack, pulling her into the building and straight up into the upstairs bedroom.
He let go of her hand and walked over to the dried blood, kneeling down and put his hand onto it. Slowly he removed the dust until the blood stood up all the more.
“I nearly died here,” he whispered. “I thought I had.” He wiped the dust off on his hands, looking over to her. “I wished I had.” Severus stood up straight, looking towards her. "But then this girl, this brilliant angel, saved my pitiful life.” He stepped closer to her. “She took me away, healed me, and kept me safe when others would have left me to die.” He lifted his hand and brushed away an absent tear that she had shed. “I won’t lie. I was and am completely unworthy of the gift she gave to me that day. But I won’t lie about this, I am grateful for her.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “For you.”
“You are most definitely worthy, Severus Snape,” she told him huskily. “I thought so then and I still think so now.”
He slipped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, kissing her temple. Severus lifted her face towards his, kissing her mouth tenderly. Awkwardly he stepped back, not knowing what to say or do next.
“I swear, Severus, if you don’t take me someplace decent for our first time together, I’ll have second thoughts as to worthiness,” she said, making him relax and even laugh.
“Whatever the lady wants, the lady shall get,” he said, taking her hand into his own and apperated her away.
***
Hermione sat lazily eating her breakfast one of only a few people at the table that wasn’t wearing sunglasses. It wasn’t until Mrs. Weasley ordered them to remove the glasses at once that they did so. Hermione was convinced that the group did it to prevent her from yelling again as their hangovers were still on full.
“How can you eat?” moaned George to Fred who was digging through his meal as if he had been starving. “You were drinking just as much as I was.”
“No, you were drinking for two,” he said. “You were drinking yours and mine.”
“How…”
“George, you’re his twin,” Sirius muttered, trying as he might to ignore the smell of the food. “I thought of all people on this planet you would know better than to sit next to him.”
“True,” he admitted with a resigned sigh.
“Even Remus is worse for the wear,” Harry said, looking over to him on the sofa sleeping. “Just what did you guys do? And why wasn’t I invited too?”
“We were being grateful,” George told him.
“About what?” Harry asked.
“That we weren’t you,” Fred told him. “So did you ask Ginny?”
“Ask her what?” he inquired, looking puzzled.
The twins looked to each other and said, “No.” They pulled out the pad and said, “Hermione won. She said that not only wouldn’t he ask her, but he wouldn’t have a clue as to what the question was that he was supposed to ask in the first place.”
“It pays to know what you are betting on,” Hermione said as she took the money from them, looking over to Severus as he was walking in from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. “I won!”
“So I see, love,” he murmured. “Here’s your coffee.” He handed it over to her. “What are your plans now?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, a slow coy smile on her lips as she asked. “Do you want to go be grateful in Scotland for a weekend?”
***
I was wondering how I could put a thoroughly American holiday into a British setting. And so here was my attempt to do just that. I know I'd be grateful for some reviews! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!
***
So, Hermione asked herself as she put the last of her work into the out box on her desk, what are your plans now? She looked at the time. It was still early enough to go over to the Weasleys for their newest tradition. It had been Ginny’s idea to begin celebrating the American holiday of Thanksgiving. It would be to remind them to be grateful that they had survived the Battle of Hogwarts and that they had each other now more than ever. Hermione had thought it was a load of poppycock when the younger witch had come up with it. She was sure that this was yet another lure the girl was trying to use to make Harry propose marriage to her.
Sighing she left her office and went over to the nearest pub. She was in the middle of getting herself a drink when she felt the large hand at the small of her back and the heated breath at her ear. The man behind her paid for her drink and ordered one of his own.
“I hadn’t expected you to be here as well,” Charlie said to her quietly. “Why aren’t you at the dinner?”
“And what? See your sister all but hold up a sign saying, ‘Ask me to marry you, Harry’?” she inquired, making him laugh.
“Yes, she is very obvious, isn’t she?” he murmured. “Let’s get a table, shall we?”
The two had been sitting at their small table for all of five minutes before they spotted Bill strolling into the pub as well as the twins, Sirius, Remus, and, the last person that she would have thought would be a part of that group, Severus Snape.
“It would appear that we need to get a bottle or two of fire whiskey,” she said. “And a larger table.”
“Fancy meeting you two here,” Bill said, as they all came over to the now larger table. “We’re not interrupting anything are we?”
“No,” Hermione said. “Please join us. We just ordered a couple of bottles of fire whiskey.”
“Thank Merlin,” Severus said as he sat next to her. “A real drink.”
“If it had been Ron here, I would have gotten him a strawberry daiquiri,” Charlie said, making his brothers laugh.
Severus poured a drink, handing it over to Hermione. She thanked him quietly, taking it and sipping it as she listened to the others at the table. They sat in silence for a time. They were the only ones in the group not speaking for the most part, only breaking the silence to be a part of the wager on whether or not Harry would pop the big question.
Hermione leaned a little closer to Snape, murmuring, “So why is it that you are here?”
“I had been invited to the tanks party…”
“Thanksgiving,” she murmured, laughing quietly into her whiskey.
“That,” he muttered. “Totally futile.”
“You mean to say that you have nothing to be grateful for?” she asked him.
“Not a thing.”
“You lived,” she told him.
“That I did,” he said, absently touching the scar on his neck. “As did you.”
She nodded. “But they didn’t try to kill me.”
“Only torture you past the point of sanity,” he replied, studying her. “How did you manage to remain coherent?”
Hermione sipped on her drink. “I haven’t a clue. But I figured that it must have something to do with what my nana said once.”
“And that would be?”
“That I’m the most stubborn person in Brittan.”
Severus smiled. “It might at that.”
“I personally am grateful Ginny hasn’t found us yet,” she told him.
“I cannot help but to agree with that.”
“And I am grateful the fire whiskey is plentiful.”
“Me as well.”
She thought over the next one. “I am grateful I’m a heterosexual woman surrounded by a large group of sexually attractive men.”
Severus took a breath and let it out.
Smiling she said, “You couldn’t say ‘me too’ to that one, could you?”
“No,” he muttered.
“Can’t you come up with one single one on your own?” she asked him. “Just one?”
He glared at her for a moment. He got to his feet abruptly, pulling her up and away from the table. Severus kept walking her away, not giving her a chance to pull him to a stop or even give an explanation as to where they were going or why. They reached the Shrieking Shack, pulling her into the building and straight up into the upstairs bedroom.
He let go of her hand and walked over to the dried blood, kneeling down and put his hand onto it. Slowly he removed the dust until the blood stood up all the more.
“I nearly died here,” he whispered. “I thought I had.” He wiped the dust off on his hands, looking over to her. “I wished I had.” Severus stood up straight, looking towards her. "But then this girl, this brilliant angel, saved my pitiful life.” He stepped closer to her. “She took me away, healed me, and kept me safe when others would have left me to die.” He lifted his hand and brushed away an absent tear that she had shed. “I won’t lie. I was and am completely unworthy of the gift she gave to me that day. But I won’t lie about this, I am grateful for her.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “For you.”
“You are most definitely worthy, Severus Snape,” she told him huskily. “I thought so then and I still think so now.”
He slipped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, kissing her temple. Severus lifted her face towards his, kissing her mouth tenderly. Awkwardly he stepped back, not knowing what to say or do next.
“I swear, Severus, if you don’t take me someplace decent for our first time together, I’ll have second thoughts as to worthiness,” she said, making him relax and even laugh.
“Whatever the lady wants, the lady shall get,” he said, taking her hand into his own and apperated her away.
***
Hermione sat lazily eating her breakfast one of only a few people at the table that wasn’t wearing sunglasses. It wasn’t until Mrs. Weasley ordered them to remove the glasses at once that they did so. Hermione was convinced that the group did it to prevent her from yelling again as their hangovers were still on full.
“How can you eat?” moaned George to Fred who was digging through his meal as if he had been starving. “You were drinking just as much as I was.”
“No, you were drinking for two,” he said. “You were drinking yours and mine.”
“How…”
“George, you’re his twin,” Sirius muttered, trying as he might to ignore the smell of the food. “I thought of all people on this planet you would know better than to sit next to him.”
“True,” he admitted with a resigned sigh.
“Even Remus is worse for the wear,” Harry said, looking over to him on the sofa sleeping. “Just what did you guys do? And why wasn’t I invited too?”
“We were being grateful,” George told him.
“About what?” Harry asked.
“That we weren’t you,” Fred told him. “So did you ask Ginny?”
“Ask her what?” he inquired, looking puzzled.
The twins looked to each other and said, “No.” They pulled out the pad and said, “Hermione won. She said that not only wouldn’t he ask her, but he wouldn’t have a clue as to what the question was that he was supposed to ask in the first place.”
“It pays to know what you are betting on,” Hermione said as she took the money from them, looking over to Severus as he was walking in from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. “I won!”
“So I see, love,” he murmured. “Here’s your coffee.” He handed it over to her. “What are your plans now?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, a slow coy smile on her lips as she asked. “Do you want to go be grateful in Scotland for a weekend?”
***
I was wondering how I could put a thoroughly American holiday into a British setting. And so here was my attempt to do just that. I know I'd be grateful for some reviews! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!