Fic: I Solve All My Problems With Violence, Don’t You?
Title: I Solve All My Problems With Violence, Don’t You?
Author: timeywimeyball
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Various- includes darkfic, smut, action/adventure
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature- for violence, sex, unusual sexual practices, and calling people an idiot.
Spoilers: It’s been two years, so I feel free to be able to say, without guilt or shame- Dumbledore’s gay! (and that’s okay). Wait a mo...that’s not a spoiler at all, that’s a song...!
Summary: Four drabbles, about the strange and unsettling relationship between Hermione Granger and Severus Snape...
Disclaimer: The characters, nor the setting, are mine.
A/N: Mwah ha ha (Also, Drabble I has blatant inspiration from this artwork which is even more NWS than what I write, oh yes.
I
His breath was ragged as he pulled away from her, and she let out a whimper as he let go, red marks on her shoulder, and sore all over.
As Snape rose, he pressed something into her hand- the one that was bound in a way that stretched her hand out, almost out of her sight- and she held onto it as he walked away, running water soon revealing his purpose.
She tilted her hand, trying to look at the bottle in her hand, peering at the label.
“What the…” Hermione muttered, puzzled, her shock mounting. “Is this…is this Stella?”
II
Her face was bloodied, her arm clutched to her side, useless. And two more bodies were at her feet.
The door to the cell provided Hermione no less resistance, and she walked in, wand raised, and the eye not closed shut by dried blood was open and alert.
There was nothing, no one, in the cell, at first glance- until she spotted him, prone on the floor.
He was in worse shape than her, but that only served to frustrate her as she checked him.
“Snape, you idiot. The Ministry is meant to deal with Death Eater remnants, not you.”
III
Hermione dropped herself onto the couch, her glare daring Severus to say something, anything, about her day.
He didn’t rise to the bait.
“I had another case on my desk today.”
“I would have thought that would be in the job description.”
“Not my point, and you know it.”
“No- but, do enlighten me.”
“It’s from Nott. How he managed to worm his way out of things…”
“And you don’t just kill him, why?”
“Is that your answer to everything, Severus?”
“Yes. I solve all my problems with violence- don’t you?”
It was his deadpan delivery that cracked her up.
IV
She’d grown into herself, in the years since they had started their…whatever it was.
Solicitor. Former member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, now a consultant to it. Youngest member of the Wizengamot in a century.
Her blade on his skin.
It was because of her he had a chance at life. Because of her he was alive. The Shrieking Shack. The battles afterward. The trials.
Severus knew this, and when she had him like this, he would admit it.
His limbs bent, twisted. His blood pooling, collecting on his skin, her knife, her tongue.
So much had changed.
Author: timeywimeyball
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Various- includes darkfic, smut, action/adventure
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature- for violence, sex, unusual sexual practices, and calling people an idiot.
Spoilers: It’s been two years, so I feel free to be able to say, without guilt or shame- Dumbledore’s gay! (and that’s okay). Wait a mo...that’s not a spoiler at all, that’s a song...!
Summary: Four drabbles, about the strange and unsettling relationship between Hermione Granger and Severus Snape...
Disclaimer: The characters, nor the setting, are mine.
A/N: Mwah ha ha (Also, Drabble I has blatant inspiration from this artwork which is even more NWS than what I write, oh yes.
I
His breath was ragged as he pulled away from her, and she let out a whimper as he let go, red marks on her shoulder, and sore all over.
As Snape rose, he pressed something into her hand- the one that was bound in a way that stretched her hand out, almost out of her sight- and she held onto it as he walked away, running water soon revealing his purpose.
She tilted her hand, trying to look at the bottle in her hand, peering at the label.
“What the…” Hermione muttered, puzzled, her shock mounting. “Is this…is this Stella?”
II
Her face was bloodied, her arm clutched to her side, useless. And two more bodies were at her feet.
The door to the cell provided Hermione no less resistance, and she walked in, wand raised, and the eye not closed shut by dried blood was open and alert.
There was nothing, no one, in the cell, at first glance- until she spotted him, prone on the floor.
He was in worse shape than her, but that only served to frustrate her as she checked him.
“Snape, you idiot. The Ministry is meant to deal with Death Eater remnants, not you.”
III
Hermione dropped herself onto the couch, her glare daring Severus to say something, anything, about her day.
He didn’t rise to the bait.
“I had another case on my desk today.”
“I would have thought that would be in the job description.”
“Not my point, and you know it.”
“No- but, do enlighten me.”
“It’s from Nott. How he managed to worm his way out of things…”
“And you don’t just kill him, why?”
“Is that your answer to everything, Severus?”
“Yes. I solve all my problems with violence- don’t you?”
It was his deadpan delivery that cracked her up.
IV
She’d grown into herself, in the years since they had started their…whatever it was.
Solicitor. Former member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, now a consultant to it. Youngest member of the Wizengamot in a century.
Her blade on his skin.
It was because of her he had a chance at life. Because of her he was alive. The Shrieking Shack. The battles afterward. The trials.
Severus knew this, and when she had him like this, he would admit it.
His limbs bent, twisted. His blood pooling, collecting on his skin, her knife, her tongue.
So much had changed.