Hearts in Conversation
Team: Spy for the Order
Words: 100 x 6
Challenge: Anonymous Valentine (Drat! Droxy was too quick for me today. I missed the deadline, but will post anyway...)
A nanosecond of foreboding, and his brain screamed the command-neurons fired, pulsing, messaging to the muscles -“All engines back full!”
Too little, too late.
He was unable to cease the forward progress of his arm. As the tip of his finger touched it, he felt a vortex of whirling magic, the gut-wrenching feeling of portkey travel. Muggle momentum forced his long fingers to curl around the pastel candy heart as magical physics whisked him away.
******
“Oh, how sweet! It’s Muggle, American, so it must be from Harry!” Hermione laughed, as she innocently reached for the candy conversation heart.
“Forever.”
II. “Surprise Me”
He landed with an unceremonious thud and scrambled cat-like to his feet. Cursing under his breath, body tensile, wand out, he spun around searching for the enemy. After one full revolution, his shoulders slumped and his head dropped in resignation. The only sounds in the cottage were his uneven breathing and soft rustlings from his still-swaying robes.
“Albus. Even from the grave you seek to control me-”
His musings were cut short by the arrival of one Hermione Granger, who shrieked upon impacting the overstuffed chintz loveseat.
“Snape!”
“Granger!”
Each still grasped, in their sweaty palms, Valentine candy hearts.
III. “Dream Team”
“What the hell are we doing here?” Hermione shrieked, eyes wide with fear, wand drawn. “Where are we?”
“No need for hysterics, Granger. We are in Albus Dumbledore’s cottage on the Island of Skye,” Snape replied.
“What-how-” Hermione spluttered.
“It should be obvious to you by now, Hermione. Albus. From the grave, he machinates. You also were portkeyed here by an innocuous Muggle confection called a ‘conversation heart’?’”
“Yes.”
“What is the message on yours?”
Hermione unclenched her stiff fingers and turned the heart over to read both sides.
“’Forever’ on one side, and…Oh, Circe…SS on the other.”
IV. “Charm Me”
Snape glared at his candy heart. “And on mine, ‘Yours’ with ‘HG’ on the reverse. Albus never was known for his subtlety. Or his wit.”
“Why now? How could he…?”
Snape steepled his fingers and closed his eyes, deep in thought. Finally, he admitted, “I don’t know how, Hermione. It must be some complex charms work, perhaps activated by our dance at the Independence Ball.”
Hermione’s face flushed as she recalled their dance. Arthur Weasley had requested the Order of Merlin recipients to lead off the dancing. Harry stood with Ginny, Ron with Luna. She, Snape and others were unpartnered.
V. “Magic”
She was flabbergasted when he bypassed several attractive witches to claim the dance. He gently took possession of her hand, looking deeply into her eyes. A small smile confirmed his appreciation as he unhurriedly ran his gaze down her body and back up again. Time stopped for her then as she realized her feelings ran much deeper than simple gratitude for his spying and respect for his Potions accumen.
The feel of Snape joining her on the loveseat refocused Hermione’s wandering mind.
He sat with arms at his sides, staring straight ahead into space, in a position of forced neutrality.
VI. “Be Mine”
Only the thin line of his lips betrayed his discomfort with ceding control to Hermione.
She touched his shoulder gently, swinging the pendulum back to him. “What now?”
“Clearly Albus had some idea-”
“I don’t care what the Headmaster thought. What do you think?”
He cleared his throat. “I enjoyed our dance at the Ball.”
“Yes. And?”
“We worked well together when we destroyed the Horcruxes.”
“Yes. And?”
“I…have to admit I enjoy your company.”
This is like pulling molars without novocaine, Hermione thought.
“But for so many reasons, I can’t do this…I’m too-”
“Kiss me, Severus. Forever.”
Words: 100 x 6
Challenge: Anonymous Valentine (Drat! Droxy was too quick for me today. I missed the deadline, but will post anyway...)
A nanosecond of foreboding, and his brain screamed the command-neurons fired, pulsing, messaging to the muscles -“All engines back full!”
Too little, too late.
He was unable to cease the forward progress of his arm. As the tip of his finger touched it, he felt a vortex of whirling magic, the gut-wrenching feeling of portkey travel. Muggle momentum forced his long fingers to curl around the pastel candy heart as magical physics whisked him away.
******
“Oh, how sweet! It’s Muggle, American, so it must be from Harry!” Hermione laughed, as she innocently reached for the candy conversation heart.
“Forever.”
II. “Surprise Me”
He landed with an unceremonious thud and scrambled cat-like to his feet. Cursing under his breath, body tensile, wand out, he spun around searching for the enemy. After one full revolution, his shoulders slumped and his head dropped in resignation. The only sounds in the cottage were his uneven breathing and soft rustlings from his still-swaying robes.
“Albus. Even from the grave you seek to control me-”
His musings were cut short by the arrival of one Hermione Granger, who shrieked upon impacting the overstuffed chintz loveseat.
“Snape!”
“Granger!”
Each still grasped, in their sweaty palms, Valentine candy hearts.
III. “Dream Team”
“What the hell are we doing here?” Hermione shrieked, eyes wide with fear, wand drawn. “Where are we?”
“No need for hysterics, Granger. We are in Albus Dumbledore’s cottage on the Island of Skye,” Snape replied.
“What-how-” Hermione spluttered.
“It should be obvious to you by now, Hermione. Albus. From the grave, he machinates. You also were portkeyed here by an innocuous Muggle confection called a ‘conversation heart’?’”
“Yes.”
“What is the message on yours?”
Hermione unclenched her stiff fingers and turned the heart over to read both sides.
“’Forever’ on one side, and…Oh, Circe…SS on the other.”
IV. “Charm Me”
Snape glared at his candy heart. “And on mine, ‘Yours’ with ‘HG’ on the reverse. Albus never was known for his subtlety. Or his wit.”
“Why now? How could he…?”
Snape steepled his fingers and closed his eyes, deep in thought. Finally, he admitted, “I don’t know how, Hermione. It must be some complex charms work, perhaps activated by our dance at the Independence Ball.”
Hermione’s face flushed as she recalled their dance. Arthur Weasley had requested the Order of Merlin recipients to lead off the dancing. Harry stood with Ginny, Ron with Luna. She, Snape and others were unpartnered.
V. “Magic”
She was flabbergasted when he bypassed several attractive witches to claim the dance. He gently took possession of her hand, looking deeply into her eyes. A small smile confirmed his appreciation as he unhurriedly ran his gaze down her body and back up again. Time stopped for her then as she realized her feelings ran much deeper than simple gratitude for his spying and respect for his Potions accumen.
The feel of Snape joining her on the loveseat refocused Hermione’s wandering mind.
He sat with arms at his sides, staring straight ahead into space, in a position of forced neutrality.
VI. “Be Mine”
Only the thin line of his lips betrayed his discomfort with ceding control to Hermione.
She touched his shoulder gently, swinging the pendulum back to him. “What now?”
“Clearly Albus had some idea-”
“I don’t care what the Headmaster thought. What do you think?”
He cleared his throat. “I enjoyed our dance at the Ball.”
“Yes. And?”
“We worked well together when we destroyed the Horcruxes.”
“Yes. And?”
“I…have to admit I enjoy your company.”
This is like pulling molars without novocaine, Hermione thought.
“But for so many reasons, I can’t do this…I’m too-”
“Kiss me, Severus. Forever.”