Improper Preparations
Title: Improper Preparations
Team Name: Spying for the Death Eaters
Word Count: 100x4
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Eggnog and Christmas tree
Characters: Hermioine/Severus
Warnings: Main Character Death
Authors Notes: I haven't written death in so long, but now it's gone and gotten in my head (Hmm, I wonder why? =P)
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When she mentioned it on the phone, Mum had offered to give her the recipe she used every year for the holiday, but Hermione had refused.
She wasn't a novice in the kitchen any longer; after three years of marriage to a man who's biggest culinary achievement was boiling water for pasta, Hermione had gathered a collection of cookbooks and set to 'studying'.
Now, she was the one who cooked their daily meals, and there had never been any major mishaps in the kitchen that couldn't be remedied with a quick flick of her wand to vanish whatever she'd burned.
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After so many years out of the Muggle world, concerns like salmonella had all but vanished from Hermione's mind. It certainly had never occurred to her that perhaps eggnog was not entirely safe when one made it with raw eggs.
It only seemed natural that the best way to get a smooth egg flavor to the drink was to crack a few eggs straight in; cooking would only throw off the texture, after all. And after a few hours of trial and error to find the right ratio of ingredients to the drink, Hermione was convinced that she'd been correct.
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If she'd thought to do any research, she would have known the added risk of serving raw eggs to someone who's health was not the greatest - and Severus certainly qualified after the run-in he'd had with that vile snake.
But Hermione Snape always knew what she was doing, and Severus had grown to trust in his wife's culinary skills a bit too much.
“I made eggnog,” the witch had chimed, offering him a tall glass of the milky yellow beverage that smelled of vanilla and his favorite rum.
It tasted sweet and slightly eggy, the way he'd always loved it.
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“Please, let me take you to St. Mungo's,” she had pleaded, only to be waved away by a pale and trembling hand as her lanky-haired husband tipped his face in towards their toilet.
When he pulled away again, his face showed the signs of the illness that had wracked his body for three days, but Severus slowly shook his head. “It's only food poisoning, love. Nothing to be concerned about.”
Perhaps if he were a less stubborn man, or his wife a bit more studious in her cooking habits, Severus would have survived to help her decorate the Christmas tree.
Team Name: Spying for the Death Eaters
Word Count: 100x4
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Eggnog and Christmas tree
Characters: Hermioine/Severus
Warnings: Main Character Death
Authors Notes: I haven't written death in so long, but now it's gone and gotten in my head (Hmm, I wonder why? =P)
-*-*-*-*-
When she mentioned it on the phone, Mum had offered to give her the recipe she used every year for the holiday, but Hermione had refused.
She wasn't a novice in the kitchen any longer; after three years of marriage to a man who's biggest culinary achievement was boiling water for pasta, Hermione had gathered a collection of cookbooks and set to 'studying'.
Now, she was the one who cooked their daily meals, and there had never been any major mishaps in the kitchen that couldn't be remedied with a quick flick of her wand to vanish whatever she'd burned.
-*-*-*-*-*-
After so many years out of the Muggle world, concerns like salmonella had all but vanished from Hermione's mind. It certainly had never occurred to her that perhaps eggnog was not entirely safe when one made it with raw eggs.
It only seemed natural that the best way to get a smooth egg flavor to the drink was to crack a few eggs straight in; cooking would only throw off the texture, after all. And after a few hours of trial and error to find the right ratio of ingredients to the drink, Hermione was convinced that she'd been correct.
-*-*-*-*-*-
If she'd thought to do any research, she would have known the added risk of serving raw eggs to someone who's health was not the greatest - and Severus certainly qualified after the run-in he'd had with that vile snake.
But Hermione Snape always knew what she was doing, and Severus had grown to trust in his wife's culinary skills a bit too much.
“I made eggnog,” the witch had chimed, offering him a tall glass of the milky yellow beverage that smelled of vanilla and his favorite rum.
It tasted sweet and slightly eggy, the way he'd always loved it.
-*-*-*-*-*-
“Please, let me take you to St. Mungo's,” she had pleaded, only to be waved away by a pale and trembling hand as her lanky-haired husband tipped his face in towards their toilet.
When he pulled away again, his face showed the signs of the illness that had wracked his body for three days, but Severus slowly shook his head. “It's only food poisoning, love. Nothing to be concerned about.”
Perhaps if he were a less stubborn man, or his wife a bit more studious in her cooking habits, Severus would have survived to help her decorate the Christmas tree.