Off to a Beach
Title: Off to a Beach
Challenge: Summer Sun
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Characters: Hermione, Snape
A/N: Still don’t own characters
It was cold. Professor Granger tried not to shiver too obviously in the staff room. Even with warming charms the diamond paned windows persisted in frosting over.
“Cold, are we?”
Snape’s voice broke smoothly into her thoughts. He had claimed with a sneer that his warming charms were superior, but just happened to be sitting by the fire, reading a newspaper.
His eyes glinted mockingly at her.
Words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“I’ll be going to a beach for a holiday.”
“A beach.” Snape echoed.
“Yes. Where the air is warm and the water just the right shade of blue. It will be like summer so I can sunbathe.”
“Sunbathe?” Snape echoed again, but this time pink spots appeared on his pale cheeks.
“When was the last time you went to a beach?” she asked, curious.
His lips thinned.
“I don’t go to such places,” he said curtly, but there was a wistful note to his deep voice.
Hermione edged closer.
“We could both go… as work colleagues. Separate rooms, even,” she offered.
He stared at her, emotions flashing through his eyes.
“Separate rooms? Maybe. Perhaps. Yes,” he said then blinked.
“Perhaps,” he stressed.
FINIS
Challenge: Summer Sun
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Characters: Hermione, Snape
A/N: Still don’t own characters
It was cold. Professor Granger tried not to shiver too obviously in the staff room. Even with warming charms the diamond paned windows persisted in frosting over.
“Cold, are we?”
Snape’s voice broke smoothly into her thoughts. He had claimed with a sneer that his warming charms were superior, but just happened to be sitting by the fire, reading a newspaper.
His eyes glinted mockingly at her.
Words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“I’ll be going to a beach for a holiday.”
“A beach.” Snape echoed.
“Yes. Where the air is warm and the water just the right shade of blue. It will be like summer so I can sunbathe.”
“Sunbathe?” Snape echoed again, but this time pink spots appeared on his pale cheeks.
“When was the last time you went to a beach?” she asked, curious.
His lips thinned.
“I don’t go to such places,” he said curtly, but there was a wistful note to his deep voice.
Hermione edged closer.
“We could both go… as work colleagues. Separate rooms, even,” she offered.
He stared at her, emotions flashing through his eyes.
“Separate rooms? Maybe. Perhaps. Yes,” he said then blinked.
“Perhaps,” he stressed.
FINIS