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Title: In The Bleak Midwinter
Rating: PG
Team: The Order
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Snape
Word count: 4 x 100
Summary: We will destroy you with kitten power....
A/N: This is a bit of fluffy tosh, really. It's a humour fic. With romance. And murder. Of course! The story is really inspired by this banner my crazy bf made when I told him that banners happen all the time in fanfic. Combining my love of Severus and kittens was a stroke of genius! Thanks to the fact that I went and got plus (no-one looks at my LJ anyway, so the ads won't bother anyone!), the banner should now be below! Anyway, In The Bleak Midwinter is an amazing poem by Christina Rossetti. Using it as my title means that I am one step closer to my ‘complete alphabet’ of fics: at least one with a title starting with each letter of the alphabet!
Hermione and Harry snuggled up in front of the fireplace. It was the coldest winter on record, and they were spending it in their quarters at Hogwarts, where they had been living since the War had ended. Ended in a way no one could explain. One day, Voldemort’s body had been found, semi-frozen, covered in tiny scratches. Strange, but everyone was glad to discover that the prophecy had been a load of bunk after all. Now, Hermione and Harry could get on with the important business of cuddling. Two dark eyes and many tiny blue ones watched from the shadows.
***
Suddenly, a small movement caught Hermione’s eye.
That’s right, my lure-kitty. Go. Go, Severus urged using Legilimency. The kitten stumbled out into the firelight, appearing bewildered, really full of cunning.
“Oh!” Hermione let out in rapture, leaping from Harry’s arms.
“What is it?”
“A beautiful little kitten!” she replied, hurrying towards Severus.
Yes, come to me. Follow the kitty.
The ‘lure-kitty’ scampered coyly back into the shadows, and Hermione scurried eagerly after it. Ever since she’d lost her half-kneazle, she’d been wishing for another cat. As she stepped into the shadow, Severus wrapped her in his arms.
Go, attack-kitties! Go!
***
“Oh, it’s horrible,” she cried, pressing her face to Severus’ chest as the kittens leapt upon Harry and did their kitteny worst. Their claws might have been small, but Severus had trained them for weeks to do his bidding, feeding them Growth-Stunting potions to maintain their cuteness.
“There, there, my darling. Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon. Just think of the kitty.” Severus reached down and grasped the ‘lure-kitty’ with one hand, placing it in Hermione’s eager possession.
“For me? Really?”
“Of course. If you’ll say I’m your true love, you’ll have all the kittens your heart can desire.”
***
Looking deeply into the kitten’s eyes, she then grinned wildly at Severus. “How can I ever thank you? I love you, I love you!” she continued, smothering his face in kisses and rubbing the kitten’s soft fur on his cheek.
“I love you too, Hermione. Excuse me one moment.” He strolled over to Harry’s body and Levitated it out the window into the deep snow where it would freeze, just as Voldemort’s had.
“Can we call it Harry?” she asked when he returned.
“Of course. Come, Voldemort, Lucius, Avery, Goyle!”
And he led his five little kittens and one big one to the dungeons.