A Little Slytherin Persuasion.
Title: A Little Slytherin Persuasion.
Team: Spy for the Ladies in Black with Party Masks
Characters: Severus/Hermione
Challenge: Magical Love Seat.
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: M
Warning: Main Character Slytherin underhandedness!
A/N: For the lovely ladies of my f-list, who have been amazing over the last month. Ladies, your love and support has meant the world to us both.
As always, Not mine, No money and alas no alpha/beta.
Hermione stared intently at her lover.
“I’ve tried being subtle, I’ve tried being less than subtle, it’s no use... he just doesn’t get it.”
Her lover turned to face his myriad of books. His thin, potion stained fingers retrieved a battered text. Turning, he faced her once more.
“There is one spell we could try, little one, but it has Dark origins.”
“Please, Severus, Ronald refuses to listen to what I am telling him. He can’t see for looking.”
Severus took a deep breath, and blew the air through his nostrils.
“I suppose desperate times, call for desperate measures, petal.”
* * * * * *
Severus was the first to arrive at Grimauld Place; Harry smiled as he held the door open.
“Professor, Ginny and I are so glad we could tempt you to attend. Please, go through to the drawing room, can I get you a drink? We have beer, red and white wine, Elf made, of course.”
“Do you have any Ogden’s?” Severus asked as he turned from the doorway to face Harry.
“Of course, I’ll just go get you a glass.”
Severus walked up to the central loveseat and with a practised arc cast the spell that would rid Hermione of Weasley.
* * * * * *
He stood in the shadows and waited. The first to enter was Ginny, she gasped as she noticed the words that glittered above the loveseat.
If a match you prove to be, only a kiss will set you free.
Ginny seated herself upon the seat and waited.
“Sit with me, Harry.”
Harry glanced at the words hanging in mid air.
“Gin, we don’t need an enchanted seat to know we belong together.”
Ginny pouted petulantly, fearing his fiancé would cause a scene Harry sat beside her. When they tried to stand, they couldn’t.
Hermione glanced across the room and smiled.
* * * * * *
“Come on, ‘Mione, let’s try it,” Ron shouted excitedly.
Hermione stared at her lover, she hoped that finally Ronald would realise that they weren’t meant to be lovers.
She sat down and turned to face Ron, looking him straight in the eye she rose from the seat without hindrance. Ron paled.
“But... But, you... me... we’re meant to be together.”
“No, Ron, we’re too disparate, the only common ground we share is our friendship with Harry. We have no common interests.”
At that moment, Lavender Brown entered the room and sat beside Ron, he tried to rise from the seat.
* * * * * *
"What the blue blazes... it can’t be, I mean, you’re lovely and all, Lavender, but, Hermione... I love Hermione.”
Severus stepped from his hiding place.
“It would seem, Mr Weasley, that whilst you may harbour a desire for Miss Granger, you are not meant to be more than friends.”
Ron scowled at the older man. He was about to shout a reply when Lavender kissed him firmly on the lips.
“Now, Ronnikins, you can’t deny fate, we are meant to be together. Always.”
Ron rose from the seat, screaming as he ran from the room.
Hermione smirk matched her lovers.
* * * * * *
As time passed, each pair took turn to sit on seat, all that is, except Severus and Hermione.
Hermione turned to face Severus, conveying her desire with a quirked eyebrow.
“Should we try the seat, Severus?”
“After you, my dear,” he purred as he placed a hand gently upon her lower back.
Hermione seated herself and watched Severus as he joined her.
Smiling, she turned to face him and tried stand; he joined her. Neither managed the feat.
With a smirk, Severus leaned closer to Hermione.
“I think Weasley will get the message now,” he purred, before kissing her soundly.
Team: Spy for the Ladies in Black with Party Masks
Characters: Severus/Hermione
Challenge: Magical Love Seat.
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: M
Warning: Main Character Slytherin underhandedness!
A/N: For the lovely ladies of my f-list, who have been amazing over the last month. Ladies, your love and support has meant the world to us both.
As always, Not mine, No money and alas no alpha/beta.
Hermione stared intently at her lover.
“I’ve tried being subtle, I’ve tried being less than subtle, it’s no use... he just doesn’t get it.”
Her lover turned to face his myriad of books. His thin, potion stained fingers retrieved a battered text. Turning, he faced her once more.
“There is one spell we could try, little one, but it has Dark origins.”
“Please, Severus, Ronald refuses to listen to what I am telling him. He can’t see for looking.”
Severus took a deep breath, and blew the air through his nostrils.
“I suppose desperate times, call for desperate measures, petal.”
* * * * * *
Severus was the first to arrive at Grimauld Place; Harry smiled as he held the door open.
“Professor, Ginny and I are so glad we could tempt you to attend. Please, go through to the drawing room, can I get you a drink? We have beer, red and white wine, Elf made, of course.”
“Do you have any Ogden’s?” Severus asked as he turned from the doorway to face Harry.
“Of course, I’ll just go get you a glass.”
Severus walked up to the central loveseat and with a practised arc cast the spell that would rid Hermione of Weasley.
* * * * * *
He stood in the shadows and waited. The first to enter was Ginny, she gasped as she noticed the words that glittered above the loveseat.
If a match you prove to be, only a kiss will set you free.
Ginny seated herself upon the seat and waited.
“Sit with me, Harry.”
Harry glanced at the words hanging in mid air.
“Gin, we don’t need an enchanted seat to know we belong together.”
Ginny pouted petulantly, fearing his fiancé would cause a scene Harry sat beside her. When they tried to stand, they couldn’t.
Hermione glanced across the room and smiled.
* * * * * *
“Come on, ‘Mione, let’s try it,” Ron shouted excitedly.
Hermione stared at her lover, she hoped that finally Ronald would realise that they weren’t meant to be lovers.
She sat down and turned to face Ron, looking him straight in the eye she rose from the seat without hindrance. Ron paled.
“But... But, you... me... we’re meant to be together.”
“No, Ron, we’re too disparate, the only common ground we share is our friendship with Harry. We have no common interests.”
At that moment, Lavender Brown entered the room and sat beside Ron, he tried to rise from the seat.
* * * * * *
"What the blue blazes... it can’t be, I mean, you’re lovely and all, Lavender, but, Hermione... I love Hermione.”
Severus stepped from his hiding place.
“It would seem, Mr Weasley, that whilst you may harbour a desire for Miss Granger, you are not meant to be more than friends.”
Ron scowled at the older man. He was about to shout a reply when Lavender kissed him firmly on the lips.
“Now, Ronnikins, you can’t deny fate, we are meant to be together. Always.”
Ron rose from the seat, screaming as he ran from the room.
Hermione smirk matched her lovers.
* * * * * *
As time passed, each pair took turn to sit on seat, all that is, except Severus and Hermione.
Hermione turned to face Severus, conveying her desire with a quirked eyebrow.
“Should we try the seat, Severus?”
“After you, my dear,” he purred as he placed a hand gently upon her lower back.
Hermione seated herself and watched Severus as he joined her.
Smiling, she turned to face him and tried stand; he joined her. Neither managed the feat.
With a smirk, Severus leaned closer to Hermione.
“I think Weasley will get the message now,” he purred, before kissing her soundly.