Spin the Future (7 - 12)
Title: Spin the Future
Team Name: The Order
Word Count: ( 6 x 100)
Rating: PG
Challenges: Sleeping on the couch, Crookshanks, In the Dark, Movie Quote.
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Author's Note: Bane is a centaur in canon, and Blaise Zabini's cat in gelsey's imagination.
Like a burning flare, her frustrated anger and seething resentment fizzled after the momentary, intense burn. She really had no right to be angry with Severus … if only …
She turned her gaze to the mantle, where two clocks stood side-by-side - one Muggle, one wizarding; a reflection of embracing both worlds, and each other.
She watched the magical clock for a long while, her eyes fixed on the unmoving hand … Here Be Dragons. It’d been a joke about his fiery temper at the time, but now, it wasn’t amusing in the least.
The Muggle clock forged on …
sSs
The wind whipped up, and branches scraped and scratched against the window - eerie shadows flickered on the opposite wall, encroaching on the light.
There’s a storm coming…
At the sound of a plaintive meow, Hermione realised that Severus must have banished their Kneazle kitten to the bedroom. His name was Crookshanks Two, but Severus called him Bane.
She opened the door, deliberately averting her gaze from the room where they slept, loved, shared. A tiny, tufted-eared ball of fur wound around her ankles, purring gratitude.
Hermione picked him up, buried her face in soft fur, drawing hope from unconditional love.
sSs
“Oh Crooks, what have I done? Do you think Severus will ever forgive me?”
The tiny kitten’s plaintive, meowing answer was not the one she sought. “You don’t know either, do you?” she said sadly.
She slumped back onto the couch, exhausted, but unwilling to sleep in their bed alone, facing the cold, empty space where he should have been.
She lay down, watching the shadows dance intricately on the ceiling. Crookshanks settled on her chest, a warm, comforting presence.
“I promise that I’ll never ask him nosy questions again, if only he’d come back,” she whispered to the dark.
sSs
At the strangely comforting sound of sheeting rain against the window, Hermione slipped into a restless sleep ...
‘He’ll hurt you, Hermione - I still don’t trust the git … he’s always got an ulterior motive.’
‘You’re with S-s-snape?’
‘How could you choose that nasty, greasy-git over me, how could you?’
‘He must shag like a demon.’
‘Well, I always thought he was the most horrid man, and an awful teacher, but he must be okay if you like him.’
‘He’s so much older, my child, with a lifetime of history and pain. I’m so afraid he’s too dark for you.’
sSs
Anaemic strips of light filtered through the window; the storm had petered out during the course of the night.
Hermione groaned a little, slitting swollen eyes open, momentarily confused about why she was sleeping on the couch.
In a rush, the events of the previous day flooded back as she scrambled to consciousness; her heart ached anew.
She sat up slowly, moaning softly, reluctant to face another day without Severus.
She glanced up hopefully at the mantle through a new shimmer of tears. She gave a soft gasp of hope that hurt her aching heart; his hand pointed to ‘Home’.
sSs
Hermione turned around wildly, searching for his tall frame, her heart hammering in her chest now, hope fluttering in her stomach.
And there he was, staring out of the window, outlined in the light of dawn.
“Severus, you’re home!” she cried, rushing around the couch, ignoring the sharp pain as she banged her knee in her haste, reaching out her arms to embrace forgiveness.
He turned, that impassive, blank look written on his face, and held up one elegant hand, effectively halting her in her tracks.
“No, sit, Hermione,” he said neutrally. “There are things that need to be said.”
Team Name: The Order
Word Count: ( 6 x 100)
Rating: PG
Challenges: Sleeping on the couch, Crookshanks, In the Dark, Movie Quote.
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Author's Note: Bane is a centaur in canon, and Blaise Zabini's cat in gelsey's imagination.
Like a burning flare, her frustrated anger and seething resentment fizzled after the momentary, intense burn. She really had no right to be angry with Severus … if only …
She turned her gaze to the mantle, where two clocks stood side-by-side - one Muggle, one wizarding; a reflection of embracing both worlds, and each other.
She watched the magical clock for a long while, her eyes fixed on the unmoving hand … Here Be Dragons. It’d been a joke about his fiery temper at the time, but now, it wasn’t amusing in the least.
The Muggle clock forged on …
sSs
The wind whipped up, and branches scraped and scratched against the window - eerie shadows flickered on the opposite wall, encroaching on the light.
There’s a storm coming…
At the sound of a plaintive meow, Hermione realised that Severus must have banished their Kneazle kitten to the bedroom. His name was Crookshanks Two, but Severus called him Bane.
She opened the door, deliberately averting her gaze from the room where they slept, loved, shared. A tiny, tufted-eared ball of fur wound around her ankles, purring gratitude.
Hermione picked him up, buried her face in soft fur, drawing hope from unconditional love.
sSs
“Oh Crooks, what have I done? Do you think Severus will ever forgive me?”
The tiny kitten’s plaintive, meowing answer was not the one she sought. “You don’t know either, do you?” she said sadly.
She slumped back onto the couch, exhausted, but unwilling to sleep in their bed alone, facing the cold, empty space where he should have been.
She lay down, watching the shadows dance intricately on the ceiling. Crookshanks settled on her chest, a warm, comforting presence.
“I promise that I’ll never ask him nosy questions again, if only he’d come back,” she whispered to the dark.
sSs
At the strangely comforting sound of sheeting rain against the window, Hermione slipped into a restless sleep ...
‘He’ll hurt you, Hermione - I still don’t trust the git … he’s always got an ulterior motive.’
‘You’re with S-s-snape?’
‘How could you choose that nasty, greasy-git over me, how could you?’
‘He must shag like a demon.’
‘Well, I always thought he was the most horrid man, and an awful teacher, but he must be okay if you like him.’
‘He’s so much older, my child, with a lifetime of history and pain. I’m so afraid he’s too dark for you.’
sSs
Anaemic strips of light filtered through the window; the storm had petered out during the course of the night.
Hermione groaned a little, slitting swollen eyes open, momentarily confused about why she was sleeping on the couch.
In a rush, the events of the previous day flooded back as she scrambled to consciousness; her heart ached anew.
She sat up slowly, moaning softly, reluctant to face another day without Severus.
She glanced up hopefully at the mantle through a new shimmer of tears. She gave a soft gasp of hope that hurt her aching heart; his hand pointed to ‘Home’.
sSs
Hermione turned around wildly, searching for his tall frame, her heart hammering in her chest now, hope fluttering in her stomach.
And there he was, staring out of the window, outlined in the light of dawn.
“Severus, you’re home!” she cried, rushing around the couch, ignoring the sharp pain as she banged her knee in her haste, reaching out her arms to embrace forgiveness.
He turned, that impassive, blank look written on his face, and held up one elegant hand, effectively halting her in her tracks.
“No, sit, Hermione,” he said neutrally. “There are things that need to be said.”