Know Me Not, part II
Title: Know Me Not
Team: The Order, dahling
Challenge(s): pre-Smut, Hermione's Bad Day, Back From the Dead, Elf-Made Wine
Word Count: 4 x 100
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): pre-smut, AU
A/N: Many thanks to the lovely 'phile for looking over the piece! To read part one, scroll down the screen or click on the "lady-rhian" tag.
They spent almost four hours in Starbucks, him telling his story, her listening, him answering her interrogative questions… feet brushing against each other under the table, her licking her lips, his eyes piercing…
He’d nearly convinced her of his innocence when he’d offered to take her to dinner.
They’d gone back to her hotel - a wizarding one - so she could change.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, kicking her shoes off before darting into the bedroom.
He’d leaned against the counter, short wisps of hair tumbling in front of his eyes.
He could hear her changing in the bedroom.
Hermione could see him from where she was standing… which meant that if he turned around, he could see her, too.
Sure enough, he’d turned around, breathing in sharply at the sight of her, clad only in a tight tank and tiny knickers.
They hadn’t made it to dinner.
*
He’d been gone when she woke up the next morning.
Serves me right, Hermione thought, letting him seduce me with pretty explanations before taking me to bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Angry with herself - again - she rose from the chair, walking to the kitchen. She had a bit of a walk. Her flat was large - too large for her. Too large for one person.
She poured herself a glass of elf-made wine, trying to banish thoughts of that night. They’d had sex twice, and had spent most of the night talking about the war, talking about each other’s lives. He’d been remarkably open and unguarded.
That was my first clue, she thought miserably, downing her glass in one gulp.
She poured another.
*
“What am I coming to?” she asked aloud after she’d sipped from her second glass. She rested her palms on the counter, taking a deep breath in. It’d been a year since Severus… since Shanghai. She’d come back to England, as Remus had recalled her barely twenty-four hours after Severus’ departure. She’d bought the flat in Glasgow, eager to stay away from the Order, who were largely based in London. She’d avoided embarrassing questions and had delved into research. She read and reviewed scholarly articles for various wizarding publications. It didn’t require her going to a nine-to-five job. It did, however, allow her to wallow in self-pity.
Which, for the first time in her life, had been exactly the thing Hermione Granger felt like doing.
*
As she returned to her chair with a newly-filled glass, she remembered the thing that had started this frenetic tale spin…
The letter.
That blasted letter.
She reached down and picked it up from where it lay, discarded on the floor in upset.
Hermione,
Albus is alive! He’s been in Beijing with Severus - who, damn it to hell, was innocent the whole time. They’re still in the process of telling - well, everyone from the war, really - what’s happened. We’re all at Grimmauld, save you. Severus has gone on a trip and not told anyone where, but Albus says that it’s about time Severus got out.
Get your arse here as soon as possible.
I miss you!
Love,
Tonks
*
Part III coming soon!
Team: The Order, dahling
Challenge(s): pre-Smut, Hermione's Bad Day, Back From the Dead, Elf-Made Wine
Word Count: 4 x 100
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): pre-smut, AU
A/N: Many thanks to the lovely 'phile for looking over the piece! To read part one, scroll down the screen or click on the "lady-rhian" tag.
They spent almost four hours in Starbucks, him telling his story, her listening, him answering her interrogative questions… feet brushing against each other under the table, her licking her lips, his eyes piercing…
He’d nearly convinced her of his innocence when he’d offered to take her to dinner.
They’d gone back to her hotel - a wizarding one - so she could change.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, kicking her shoes off before darting into the bedroom.
He’d leaned against the counter, short wisps of hair tumbling in front of his eyes.
He could hear her changing in the bedroom.
Hermione could see him from where she was standing… which meant that if he turned around, he could see her, too.
Sure enough, he’d turned around, breathing in sharply at the sight of her, clad only in a tight tank and tiny knickers.
They hadn’t made it to dinner.
*
He’d been gone when she woke up the next morning.
Serves me right, Hermione thought, letting him seduce me with pretty explanations before taking me to bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Angry with herself - again - she rose from the chair, walking to the kitchen. She had a bit of a walk. Her flat was large - too large for her. Too large for one person.
She poured herself a glass of elf-made wine, trying to banish thoughts of that night. They’d had sex twice, and had spent most of the night talking about the war, talking about each other’s lives. He’d been remarkably open and unguarded.
That was my first clue, she thought miserably, downing her glass in one gulp.
She poured another.
*
“What am I coming to?” she asked aloud after she’d sipped from her second glass. She rested her palms on the counter, taking a deep breath in. It’d been a year since Severus… since Shanghai. She’d come back to England, as Remus had recalled her barely twenty-four hours after Severus’ departure. She’d bought the flat in Glasgow, eager to stay away from the Order, who were largely based in London. She’d avoided embarrassing questions and had delved into research. She read and reviewed scholarly articles for various wizarding publications. It didn’t require her going to a nine-to-five job. It did, however, allow her to wallow in self-pity.
Which, for the first time in her life, had been exactly the thing Hermione Granger felt like doing.
*
As she returned to her chair with a newly-filled glass, she remembered the thing that had started this frenetic tale spin…
The letter.
That blasted letter.
She reached down and picked it up from where it lay, discarded on the floor in upset.
Hermione,
Albus is alive! He’s been in Beijing with Severus - who, damn it to hell, was innocent the whole time. They’re still in the process of telling - well, everyone from the war, really - what’s happened. We’re all at Grimmauld, save you. Severus has gone on a trip and not told anyone where, but Albus says that it’s about time Severus got out.
Get your arse here as soon as possible.
I miss you!
Love,
Tonks
*
Part III coming soon!