A Day
Title: A Day
Team Name: Order
Word Count: (100) X 20
Rating: PG
Challenge: Life Debt
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: HP is not mine and nothing is made from this. Not beta'd so any mistakes are mine.
“I saved your life. That means you have to do whatever I want you to do. Don’t worry. It’s nothing disgusting or twisted. There will be no torture. No dresses or makeup. No kissing Harry Potter’s feet or Ronald Weasley’s hand. All I want from you is for you to spend one hour with me, everyday. That’s all. A single hour, it doesn’t matter when, just that I get the full hour. There are no restrictions on the hour; simply that it is spent with me. You can do whatever you want during it, but I will be there. “
*
“Let me get this straight. You save my life, without my permission I might add, and now you are holding that over my head. Not only that but you expect me to bow to your wishes because you did something I really did not want you to do.”
“Yes.”
“Your logic is far surpassing the stupidity of your Mr. Weasley.”
“He’s not my Mr. Weasley. And there is nothing wrong with my logic. It is perfectly sound and you know it. You just don’t want to admit that you appreciate me saving your life, so you are grouching at me.”
*
“You could not be further from the truth. The day I killed Albus was the day I died inside and I died to myself. Everything else after that only happened because of a promise I made a long time ago. Without that promise, I would not be standing here. I would be dead, where I want to be. You saving me wasn’t a part of the plan. I was supposed to die. I was prepared to die. I was not prepared to live. You ruined everything by saving me. Now I don’t know what I will do. Everything is different.”
*
“Well for starters, you will spend an hour with me every day. And after that, well, whatever you want to do. It is your life. You are completely free. No Voldemort, no Dumbledore, no one chaining you to them.”
“You are chaining me to you.”
“Technically yes, but I will not be torturing you or betraying you or abusing you.”
“What in the world could you possibly want to spend an hour with me for?”
“Because.”
“How eloquent of you.”
“Thank you.”
“Why an hour?”
“Two hours is too much, thirty minutes is not enough. An hour is perfect.”
“Clearly.”
*
“I was thinking next week for starting the meetings, would that be okay with you?”
“By all means. You have felt no need to question my approval up to this point, why start now?”
“Severus.”
“Yes, yes. Nest week is fine. Preferably in the evening. Say seven o’clock, after dinner and before rounds.”
“Why the sudden change of stance? You aren’t fighting me anymore.”
“I’ve learned to give into the inevitable in my life. I can tell that no matter what, you are going to make me do this, so I might as well give up and do it now.”
*
Day One of His New Hell
“Stop staring at me.”
“Well, you won’t talk to me, what else am I supposed to do?”
“You could leave and not make me spend this ridiculous hour with you every day. It is after all only the first day and already you are bored. This does not bode well for the future days of happy torture that you have planned for the future.”
“Did you just air quote happy torture?”
“It’s your perky influence. We’ve been here for ten minutes and already you are making me do air quotes. I’m regretting this already.”
*
Day Two of Her Already Getting On His Nerves
“You are doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Staring at me. Stop it. It’s unnerving having someone constantly watching your every move.”
“I can’t help it. I love watching you brew. It’s always fascinated me. You are so precise. Every detail, every measurement, every ounce, every stir, every stroke. It makes me wonder.”
“Wonder about what?”
“Hmmm? Oh nothing. Never mind.”
“You are blushing. It was obviously something. Besides, you are a terrible liar.”
“I am not. Go back to being silent and broody. It’s what you do best.”
“I don’t brood.”
*
Day Five of His Seemingly Endless “Happy” Torture
“If you must sit there gawking awkwardly at me, at least be helpful and stir this sixty-five times counterclockwise.”
“You want my help?”
“Well, you’re sitting there doing nothing and I happen to know that you, unlike your friend Longbottom, can stir a cauldron without causing it to spontaneously combust. So stir.”
“So ummm… what are you brewing?”
“Must we do the small talk?”
“Yes. Now what are you brewing?”
“I’m trying to create a potion that cancels out the life debt.”
“What? Why?”
“Surely you know sarcasm when you hear it?”
*
Day Ten of His Annoyance
“I know you do it in nervousness, but chewing on your lip isn’t good for your lip. You really should stop that.”
“I can’t really help it. It’s a subconscious thing, I didn’t even realize I was doing it until you told me I was.”
“Well, pay closer attention to your body’s reactions.”
“Believe me I am.”
“What was that? You were mumbling.”
“Nothing, just said I know I should.”
“How is Mr. Potter?”
“Harry’s fine. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious.”
“He’s doing good. Him and Ginny just got engaged.”
“How nice.”
*
Day Fifteen of His Life Debt
“Thank you for lending me that book on rare potions. It was fascinating reading material. I stayed up the whole night reading it.”
“Surely your Mr. Weasley didn’t appreciate that.”
“I told you he isn’t my Mr. Weasley. Ron and I haven’t been together in years. We are much better off as friends. Too much fighting, it just wasn’t worth it. Dating him was more stressful than taking my OWLS.”
“Was that a laugh?”
“I do not laugh. I chuckle. There is a difference. But in answer to your question yes I chuckled.”
“Wow.”
*
Day Twenty-One of His Hour with Her
“Let me get this straight. The entire time you were running the school for him, you were secretly fighting everything that he attempted to implement in the school?”
“Yes. I couldn’t leave all those children, even if most of them were and still are dunderheads, at the mercy of the sick twisted insanity that is the Carrow twins.”
“You simply sat up in the Headmaster’s office, talking to Dumbledore’s portrait, plotting the downfall of Voldiebutt?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you get lonely?”
“You have no idea how lonely I got. Paintings aren’t the best company.”
*
Day Twenty-Nine of Her Smile
“This is not the same thing you were brewing weeks ago. This is new. It smells like spices and sandalwood and a hint of mint? Yes, mint.”
“Surely you know what it is by looking at it.”
“Oh, of course. How could I have missed it? It’s Amortentia. Why are you brewing this?”
“The sixth years are learning about it in class today. I figured having an example there would be helpful to them in learning about the potion.”
“How astute of you. No wonder you are a professor.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Me? Never.”
*
Day Thirty-Seven of Her Face
“Where were you yesterday? You didn’t come for our hour together?”
“I’m sorry. I had a problem.”
“Is everything okay? What happened?”
“Yes, everything is fine. I just wasn’t having a good day. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I should have owled you to at least let you know I wouldn’t be here.”
“Is there… is there anything I can do?”
“No, thank you for the offer though. It’s something that simply needs to be worked out on its own. Although I am severely tempted to give it a little push.”
“Well, why don’t you?”
*
Day Forty-Three of Her
“What’s wrong? You’ve been off since earlier this week. What’s the matter?”
“I just… there’s this guy I like. I have been trying for weeks to get him to notice me. But nothing. He is oblivious to everything I throw at him. I just got to the breaking point yesterday after having dinner at the Burrow on Sunday and having Molly constantly questioning me about my relationships, or lack of relationships, simply pushed me over the edge. I’m sorry I’m not better company today, but I couldn’t skip on you again, it would have been rude.”
*
Day Fifty of My Time Spent With Hermione
“It’s you.”
“Pardon? What was that?”
“It’s you. The guy I like is you.”
“I had this whole big master plan worked out. I was going to make you spend an hour with me everyday in repayment for me saving your life and slowly over a long period of days you would fall in love with me. But I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve lost all patience and I had to tell… mph.”
“Hermione, shut up and let me kiss you.”
“If you want to kiss me, why did you stop?”
“Know-it-all.”
*
“Hermione?”
“Yes?”
“You never did tell me why you saved me that day.”
“Hermione. You have that look on your face.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing. There is nothing to tell. You never said if you liked your anniversary present.”
“Don’t change the subject. Why did you save me?”
“It has lace, I know how much you love lace on me. And it is so sheer. I thought you would like that.”
“Hermione!”
“Alright! Fawkes dragged me back to the shack by my hair to help him save you.”
“Stop chuckling!”
*
“Harry, Ron and I were leaving the Shrieking Shack and all of a sudden I was being pulled backwards by my hair. I looked up and there was Fawkes, his claws embedded in my head. I had no idea what was going on, but he took me back to the shack. Your body was just lying there, so helpless, alone. Fawkes cried over your neck and his tears healed the wound and I took over from there. It was so hard seeing you like that. But I can’t begin to tell you how happy I was that you were alive.”
*
“You mean to tell me that you tricked me. You actually never saved me.”
“I saved you, just not how you thought. I saved you from a life of monotony and depression.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I though you were dead. If I had even the tiniest inkling that you were still alive I would have been there at your side saving you. Instead I had to get dragged across the ground by a stupid bird. Don’t you dare chuckle, Severus.”
“I’m sorry, it’s such a funny image.”
“So is you alone in our bed.”
*
“Hermione! Come back! I’m sorry. I’ll stop laughing.”
“I thought you didn’t laugh.”
“Don’t quirk that eyebrow at me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Come here, please.”
“Fine. Here I am lying on the bed next to you, right where you want me. What did you want to say?”
“Despite your methods, I’m very happy that you saved my life.”
“Me too.”
“I… you know my feelings right?”
“No, I don’t. You’ve never told me.”
“You are going to make me say it aren’t you?”
“If you mean it why would you have trouble saying it?”
“I love you.”
*
“The other day I was in Hogsmeade and I saw this in the window of a store. It made me think of you and I bought it on impulse. It wasn’t until later that I realized the significance of it. And for some reason the idea of it didn’t bother me at all.”
“Severus, I’m confused. What are you talking about?”
“This.”
“Oh my, Severus, it is beautiful and perfect. I love it. The red and green stones are beautiful, it reminds me of us. Mixed together, but two separate and individual people.”
“Hermione Granger, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Team Name: Order
Word Count: (100) X 20
Rating: PG
Challenge: Life Debt
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: HP is not mine and nothing is made from this. Not beta'd so any mistakes are mine.
“I saved your life. That means you have to do whatever I want you to do. Don’t worry. It’s nothing disgusting or twisted. There will be no torture. No dresses or makeup. No kissing Harry Potter’s feet or Ronald Weasley’s hand. All I want from you is for you to spend one hour with me, everyday. That’s all. A single hour, it doesn’t matter when, just that I get the full hour. There are no restrictions on the hour; simply that it is spent with me. You can do whatever you want during it, but I will be there. “
*
“Let me get this straight. You save my life, without my permission I might add, and now you are holding that over my head. Not only that but you expect me to bow to your wishes because you did something I really did not want you to do.”
“Yes.”
“Your logic is far surpassing the stupidity of your Mr. Weasley.”
“He’s not my Mr. Weasley. And there is nothing wrong with my logic. It is perfectly sound and you know it. You just don’t want to admit that you appreciate me saving your life, so you are grouching at me.”
*
“You could not be further from the truth. The day I killed Albus was the day I died inside and I died to myself. Everything else after that only happened because of a promise I made a long time ago. Without that promise, I would not be standing here. I would be dead, where I want to be. You saving me wasn’t a part of the plan. I was supposed to die. I was prepared to die. I was not prepared to live. You ruined everything by saving me. Now I don’t know what I will do. Everything is different.”
*
“Well for starters, you will spend an hour with me every day. And after that, well, whatever you want to do. It is your life. You are completely free. No Voldemort, no Dumbledore, no one chaining you to them.”
“You are chaining me to you.”
“Technically yes, but I will not be torturing you or betraying you or abusing you.”
“What in the world could you possibly want to spend an hour with me for?”
“Because.”
“How eloquent of you.”
“Thank you.”
“Why an hour?”
“Two hours is too much, thirty minutes is not enough. An hour is perfect.”
“Clearly.”
*
“I was thinking next week for starting the meetings, would that be okay with you?”
“By all means. You have felt no need to question my approval up to this point, why start now?”
“Severus.”
“Yes, yes. Nest week is fine. Preferably in the evening. Say seven o’clock, after dinner and before rounds.”
“Why the sudden change of stance? You aren’t fighting me anymore.”
“I’ve learned to give into the inevitable in my life. I can tell that no matter what, you are going to make me do this, so I might as well give up and do it now.”
*
Day One of His New Hell
“Stop staring at me.”
“Well, you won’t talk to me, what else am I supposed to do?”
“You could leave and not make me spend this ridiculous hour with you every day. It is after all only the first day and already you are bored. This does not bode well for the future days of happy torture that you have planned for the future.”
“Did you just air quote happy torture?”
“It’s your perky influence. We’ve been here for ten minutes and already you are making me do air quotes. I’m regretting this already.”
*
Day Two of Her Already Getting On His Nerves
“You are doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Staring at me. Stop it. It’s unnerving having someone constantly watching your every move.”
“I can’t help it. I love watching you brew. It’s always fascinated me. You are so precise. Every detail, every measurement, every ounce, every stir, every stroke. It makes me wonder.”
“Wonder about what?”
“Hmmm? Oh nothing. Never mind.”
“You are blushing. It was obviously something. Besides, you are a terrible liar.”
“I am not. Go back to being silent and broody. It’s what you do best.”
“I don’t brood.”
*
Day Five of His Seemingly Endless “Happy” Torture
“If you must sit there gawking awkwardly at me, at least be helpful and stir this sixty-five times counterclockwise.”
“You want my help?”
“Well, you’re sitting there doing nothing and I happen to know that you, unlike your friend Longbottom, can stir a cauldron without causing it to spontaneously combust. So stir.”
“So ummm… what are you brewing?”
“Must we do the small talk?”
“Yes. Now what are you brewing?”
“I’m trying to create a potion that cancels out the life debt.”
“What? Why?”
“Surely you know sarcasm when you hear it?”
*
Day Ten of His Annoyance
“I know you do it in nervousness, but chewing on your lip isn’t good for your lip. You really should stop that.”
“I can’t really help it. It’s a subconscious thing, I didn’t even realize I was doing it until you told me I was.”
“Well, pay closer attention to your body’s reactions.”
“Believe me I am.”
“What was that? You were mumbling.”
“Nothing, just said I know I should.”
“How is Mr. Potter?”
“Harry’s fine. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious.”
“He’s doing good. Him and Ginny just got engaged.”
“How nice.”
*
Day Fifteen of His Life Debt
“Thank you for lending me that book on rare potions. It was fascinating reading material. I stayed up the whole night reading it.”
“Surely your Mr. Weasley didn’t appreciate that.”
“I told you he isn’t my Mr. Weasley. Ron and I haven’t been together in years. We are much better off as friends. Too much fighting, it just wasn’t worth it. Dating him was more stressful than taking my OWLS.”
“Was that a laugh?”
“I do not laugh. I chuckle. There is a difference. But in answer to your question yes I chuckled.”
“Wow.”
*
Day Twenty-One of His Hour with Her
“Let me get this straight. The entire time you were running the school for him, you were secretly fighting everything that he attempted to implement in the school?”
“Yes. I couldn’t leave all those children, even if most of them were and still are dunderheads, at the mercy of the sick twisted insanity that is the Carrow twins.”
“You simply sat up in the Headmaster’s office, talking to Dumbledore’s portrait, plotting the downfall of Voldiebutt?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you get lonely?”
“You have no idea how lonely I got. Paintings aren’t the best company.”
*
Day Twenty-Nine of Her Smile
“This is not the same thing you were brewing weeks ago. This is new. It smells like spices and sandalwood and a hint of mint? Yes, mint.”
“Surely you know what it is by looking at it.”
“Oh, of course. How could I have missed it? It’s Amortentia. Why are you brewing this?”
“The sixth years are learning about it in class today. I figured having an example there would be helpful to them in learning about the potion.”
“How astute of you. No wonder you are a professor.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Me? Never.”
*
Day Thirty-Seven of Her Face
“Where were you yesterday? You didn’t come for our hour together?”
“I’m sorry. I had a problem.”
“Is everything okay? What happened?”
“Yes, everything is fine. I just wasn’t having a good day. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I should have owled you to at least let you know I wouldn’t be here.”
“Is there… is there anything I can do?”
“No, thank you for the offer though. It’s something that simply needs to be worked out on its own. Although I am severely tempted to give it a little push.”
“Well, why don’t you?”
*
Day Forty-Three of Her
“What’s wrong? You’ve been off since earlier this week. What’s the matter?”
“I just… there’s this guy I like. I have been trying for weeks to get him to notice me. But nothing. He is oblivious to everything I throw at him. I just got to the breaking point yesterday after having dinner at the Burrow on Sunday and having Molly constantly questioning me about my relationships, or lack of relationships, simply pushed me over the edge. I’m sorry I’m not better company today, but I couldn’t skip on you again, it would have been rude.”
*
Day Fifty of My Time Spent With Hermione
“It’s you.”
“Pardon? What was that?”
“It’s you. The guy I like is you.”
“I had this whole big master plan worked out. I was going to make you spend an hour with me everyday in repayment for me saving your life and slowly over a long period of days you would fall in love with me. But I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve lost all patience and I had to tell… mph.”
“Hermione, shut up and let me kiss you.”
“If you want to kiss me, why did you stop?”
“Know-it-all.”
*
“Hermione?”
“Yes?”
“You never did tell me why you saved me that day.”
“Hermione. You have that look on your face.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing. There is nothing to tell. You never said if you liked your anniversary present.”
“Don’t change the subject. Why did you save me?”
“It has lace, I know how much you love lace on me. And it is so sheer. I thought you would like that.”
“Hermione!”
“Alright! Fawkes dragged me back to the shack by my hair to help him save you.”
“Stop chuckling!”
*
“Harry, Ron and I were leaving the Shrieking Shack and all of a sudden I was being pulled backwards by my hair. I looked up and there was Fawkes, his claws embedded in my head. I had no idea what was going on, but he took me back to the shack. Your body was just lying there, so helpless, alone. Fawkes cried over your neck and his tears healed the wound and I took over from there. It was so hard seeing you like that. But I can’t begin to tell you how happy I was that you were alive.”
*
“You mean to tell me that you tricked me. You actually never saved me.”
“I saved you, just not how you thought. I saved you from a life of monotony and depression.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I though you were dead. If I had even the tiniest inkling that you were still alive I would have been there at your side saving you. Instead I had to get dragged across the ground by a stupid bird. Don’t you dare chuckle, Severus.”
“I’m sorry, it’s such a funny image.”
“So is you alone in our bed.”
*
“Hermione! Come back! I’m sorry. I’ll stop laughing.”
“I thought you didn’t laugh.”
“Don’t quirk that eyebrow at me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Come here, please.”
“Fine. Here I am lying on the bed next to you, right where you want me. What did you want to say?”
“Despite your methods, I’m very happy that you saved my life.”
“Me too.”
“I… you know my feelings right?”
“No, I don’t. You’ve never told me.”
“You are going to make me say it aren’t you?”
“If you mean it why would you have trouble saying it?”
“I love you.”
*
“The other day I was in Hogsmeade and I saw this in the window of a store. It made me think of you and I bought it on impulse. It wasn’t until later that I realized the significance of it. And for some reason the idea of it didn’t bother me at all.”
“Severus, I’m confused. What are you talking about?”
“This.”
“Oh my, Severus, it is beautiful and perfect. I love it. The red and green stones are beautiful, it reminds me of us. Mixed together, but two separate and individual people.”
“Hermione Granger, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”