I F***ing Don't

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Title: I F***ing Don’t
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100
Rating: probably M
Challenge: No dialogue
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: A ‘what if’ based on camillo1978’s first part of ‘I F***ing Do!’ (very much recommended, and this won’t make much sense without it, read it here). This is utterly unofficial and unaffiliated with the Hissing Harpies.

Thanks to septentrion1970 for betaing and to camillo1978 for permission.


Hermione gave Severus a withering glare as he complained about the reality of a picnic in Scotland. It was his fault, they could have Apparated to sunnier climes. But no, it had to be in the carnivorous-nettle-infested Forbidden-fucking-Forest.

With pebbly ground, at that. Wait a tick. Hadn’t Harry ‘hidden’ the Resurrection Sto- She snatched the not-so-hidden-Hallow out of Severus’s hand and flung it away into the midst of the nettle carpeted forest.

When someone cried out, Hermione only had time to blink. There was a twang, a whisper of air and-

And a thud, but she was dead by then.