Coupling
Title: Coupling
Team: The Order, dahling
Challenge: Rose & Scorpius
Words: 3 x 100
Rating: Suggestive
A/N: OK, so Rose isn't Severus' biological daughter in this. My Muse missed that challenge detail... I hope you enjoy it anyway. Forgive its (unbeta'd) faults.
Hermione was curled up in her husband's lap reading the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History when an owl swooped in through an open window. Severus took the letter from the owl’s mouth, and it flew away.
“Minerva’s owl,” Hermione said, a bit groggy.
“It’s for you,” he said lowly, handing it to her.
She opened it and held the letter out so they both could read:
Hermione,
I regret to inform you that Rose poisoned Scorpius Malfoy today during Potions - again. I understand that your ex-husband is largely to blame for encouraging the rivalry, but it is really quite obscene. As if hexing each other in the halls wasn’t enough, they have now resorted to Machiavellian tactics. Do something.
Fond regards,
Minerva
**
“Fuck,” Hermione said, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
”Precisely the solution,” Severus said, laying the letter down.
“Pardon?” she asked, looking up at him.
He smirked. “You heard me.”
She glared. “My daughter is not going to get involved with Malfoy’s son!”
“He is not his father. And Draco has changed,” he said practically.
Hermione arched an eyebrow. Severus responded in kind.
“They like each other,” he said. “Encourage that.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Severus Snape is encouraging teenage romance…”
“I dealt with it for years.”
“Then you talk to Rose.”
**
“I’m not her father.”
“You’re her stepfather. Besides, she’ll listen to you. If you tell her to ask Malfoy out, she’ll do it.”
“After she hexes me.”
“Scared of a teenage girl?” Hermione asked, amused.
“She is your daughter,” Severus said. “Bloody terrifying wench, let me tell you.”
Hermione smirked like a cat and lay back against him.
“Fine,” he grunted after a moment. “I’ll owl her tomorrow.”
She smiled up at him. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheek with her hand.
He bent down so that they were nose to nose. “You owe me.”
Before she could respond, he stood up with her still in his arms, and he strode towards the bedroom. Laughter pealed out of her, and he kicked the door shut with his boot.
Team: The Order, dahling
Challenge: Rose & Scorpius
Words: 3 x 100
Rating: Suggestive
A/N: OK, so Rose isn't Severus' biological daughter in this. My Muse missed that challenge detail... I hope you enjoy it anyway. Forgive its (unbeta'd) faults.
Hermione was curled up in her husband's lap reading the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History when an owl swooped in through an open window. Severus took the letter from the owl’s mouth, and it flew away.
“Minerva’s owl,” Hermione said, a bit groggy.
“It’s for you,” he said lowly, handing it to her.
She opened it and held the letter out so they both could read:
Hermione,
I regret to inform you that Rose poisoned Scorpius Malfoy today during Potions - again. I understand that your ex-husband is largely to blame for encouraging the rivalry, but it is really quite obscene. As if hexing each other in the halls wasn’t enough, they have now resorted to Machiavellian tactics. Do something.
Fond regards,
Minerva
**
“Fuck,” Hermione said, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
”Precisely the solution,” Severus said, laying the letter down.
“Pardon?” she asked, looking up at him.
He smirked. “You heard me.”
She glared. “My daughter is not going to get involved with Malfoy’s son!”
“He is not his father. And Draco has changed,” he said practically.
Hermione arched an eyebrow. Severus responded in kind.
“They like each other,” he said. “Encourage that.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Severus Snape is encouraging teenage romance…”
“I dealt with it for years.”
“Then you talk to Rose.”
**
“I’m not her father.”
“You’re her stepfather. Besides, she’ll listen to you. If you tell her to ask Malfoy out, she’ll do it.”
“After she hexes me.”
“Scared of a teenage girl?” Hermione asked, amused.
“She is your daughter,” Severus said. “Bloody terrifying wench, let me tell you.”
Hermione smirked like a cat and lay back against him.
“Fine,” he grunted after a moment. “I’ll owl her tomorrow.”
She smiled up at him. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheek with her hand.
He bent down so that they were nose to nose. “You owe me.”
Before she could respond, he stood up with her still in his arms, and he strode towards the bedroom. Laughter pealed out of her, and he kicked the door shut with his boot.