The Writing is on The Wall
Title:The Writing is on The Wall
Challenge: ??? (I'll try and find a suitable one later)
Team: spying for the order
Word Count: 2 x 100
Rating: G
Characters: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
A/N: EWE Sorry about any mistakes, Unbeta'd and dashing this out quickly before I lose my nerve, my internet and my daughter's laptop when she realises what I'm upto (mine is dead). Make of it what you will, but long live our OTP!
Hermione walked slowly through the empty, echoing halls.
“It all felt so good, like we would go on forever; righting wrongs, living well, loving...”
She trailed off, crossing her arms as if cold.
“We lived our lives, we reached for our goals, and even when the one who had manipulated us back then was shown to have feet of clay, to be less than what they were hailed as, we still found a place”
A footstep, soft, in the doorway. She didn't turn. Severus wrapped her in his arms from behind and rested his chin on her head..
“Then they started drifting away. Moving on to other things, promising to 'look in once in a while,' post the odd thing for us-empty promises!”
“Don't blame them,” he said. “After all, if not for some of them I'd be dead, thanks to our Master Manipulator. But they helped bring me back, bring me... You.”
Hermione turned in his arms. As they stood there, a small scratching sounded from the end of the corridor. They ran, hand in hand, to where words were magically scrawling across the walls. Severus spun her around, and kissed her. There was still Hope!
Challenge: ??? (I'll try and find a suitable one later)
Team: spying for the order
Word Count: 2 x 100
Rating: G
Characters: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
A/N: EWE Sorry about any mistakes, Unbeta'd and dashing this out quickly before I lose my nerve, my internet and my daughter's laptop when she realises what I'm upto (mine is dead). Make of it what you will, but long live our OTP!
Hermione walked slowly through the empty, echoing halls.
“It all felt so good, like we would go on forever; righting wrongs, living well, loving...”
She trailed off, crossing her arms as if cold.
“We lived our lives, we reached for our goals, and even when the one who had manipulated us back then was shown to have feet of clay, to be less than what they were hailed as, we still found a place”
A footstep, soft, in the doorway. She didn't turn. Severus wrapped her in his arms from behind and rested his chin on her head..
“Then they started drifting away. Moving on to other things, promising to 'look in once in a while,' post the odd thing for us-empty promises!”
“Don't blame them,” he said. “After all, if not for some of them I'd be dead, thanks to our Master Manipulator. But they helped bring me back, bring me... You.”
Hermione turned in his arms. As they stood there, a small scratching sounded from the end of the corridor. They ran, hand in hand, to where words were magically scrawling across the walls. Severus spun her around, and kissed her. There was still Hope!