Mistake
Title: Mistake
Team Name: Spy for the Death Eaters
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Wrong Day's Journey into Right
Characters: Hermione, Severus
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“Breakfast in bed! You’re amazing.” She sat up, rubbing her eyes, her hair a disheveled mess, and he felt himself melt as he set the carefully assembled breakfast tray - toast with apricot jam, grapefruit, strong coffee, and a boiled egg - down on her lap.
Smiling up at him, Hermione slit open the envelope propped up against the small vase with the single red rose. “Really, you shouldn’t have…”
And then her eyes turned glacial.
“What is the date today?”
“The twenty-third.”
“Our anniversary, Severus Snape,” she said icily, “is on August twenty-eighth. As it has been for almost ten years.”
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“I can’t believe this!” Hermione threw the card down on the tray. “Ten years, and you can’t remember the date! You would think that after a decade of so-called wedded bliss you’d…”
“Hermione.”
She stopped her rant to give him another glare. “What?”
“Before continuing, I suggest you actually read the thing.”
With a suspicious glance, she flipped open the card.
Dearest Hermione,
Since on Thursday morning we will be on a train to Paris to celebrate our anniversary with a dinner at Le Balai Noir, I thought I would get a head start on the celebration.
Yours, Severus.
***
Her mouth formed a soundless “Oh!” as she pulled out the train ticket that had been tucked inside the card.
She loved train journeys. And Paris. And French food.
“I thought you might appreciate a chance to get packed,” he said, dignified, with just the right touch of aggrievedness and hurt.
“Oh Severus…” She dropped the card suddenly and flung herself in his arms. “You’re so wonderful, and I’ve been such a… Thank you so much… This is… I don’t know what to say!”
He smirked widely as he held her close to himself.
This would be a most excellent day.
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Team Name: Spy for the Death Eaters
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Wrong Day's Journey into Right
Characters: Hermione, Severus
***
“Breakfast in bed! You’re amazing.” She sat up, rubbing her eyes, her hair a disheveled mess, and he felt himself melt as he set the carefully assembled breakfast tray - toast with apricot jam, grapefruit, strong coffee, and a boiled egg - down on her lap.
Smiling up at him, Hermione slit open the envelope propped up against the small vase with the single red rose. “Really, you shouldn’t have…”
And then her eyes turned glacial.
“What is the date today?”
“The twenty-third.”
“Our anniversary, Severus Snape,” she said icily, “is on August twenty-eighth. As it has been for almost ten years.”
***
“I can’t believe this!” Hermione threw the card down on the tray. “Ten years, and you can’t remember the date! You would think that after a decade of so-called wedded bliss you’d…”
“Hermione.”
She stopped her rant to give him another glare. “What?”
“Before continuing, I suggest you actually read the thing.”
With a suspicious glance, she flipped open the card.
Dearest Hermione,
Since on Thursday morning we will be on a train to Paris to celebrate our anniversary with a dinner at Le Balai Noir, I thought I would get a head start on the celebration.
Yours, Severus.
***
Her mouth formed a soundless “Oh!” as she pulled out the train ticket that had been tucked inside the card.
She loved train journeys. And Paris. And French food.
“I thought you might appreciate a chance to get packed,” he said, dignified, with just the right touch of aggrievedness and hurt.
“Oh Severus…” She dropped the card suddenly and flung herself in his arms. “You’re so wonderful, and I’ve been such a… Thank you so much… This is… I don’t know what to say!”
He smirked widely as he held her close to himself.
This would be a most excellent day.
***