Ficlet: Valentine's Day! Honestly! (HG/SS - PG)
Title: Valentine's Day! Honestly!
Word Count: 189
Rating: PG - with snogging!
Apologies: The fluff!Muse escape from the laundry room today and sprinkled her cutesie fairy dust on me, and so help me, if I ever find my shot gun again, I'm mounting her fluffy little head on my wall.
Disclaimer: Hermione and Snape belong to JKR. Valentine's Day belongs to the multi-national corporations that want to bleed the human race of every cent they make. Hermione's opinions of Valentine's Day are entirely my own.
Severus trapped his wife in the kitchen and crossed his arms in the exact manner that terrified first year Hufflepuffs. "Well?"
Hermione frowned. "Well what?"
"It's Valentine's Day."
"Yes? And?"
"And you haven't tormented me with demands of chocolate, flowers, and other insipid, transitory gifts."
Hermione gave him a contemptuous look. "Why would I? I hate Valentine's Day. It's a commercial conspiracy to part besotted fools from their money and invariably leaves lonely people feeling even lonelier." She shook her head as she stirred the stew. "Valentine's Day. Honestly!"
Incredibly aroused by her contempt for frivolous holidays, Severus pulled her into his arms and kissed her, letting his hands roam over interesting places accidentally-on purpose, reveling in her honey-sweet taste.
A few minutes later, she pushed him away, her eyes liquid with arousal, her cheeks tinged pink with exertion. "What was that for?"
"For reminding me why I married you."
Hermione rolled her eyes and swatted him away. "That's sweet, Severus," she said, turning back to the stove as if he hadn't just snogged her senseless, "but I really did mean it when I said I hate Valentine's Day."
Word Count: 189
Rating: PG - with snogging!
Apologies: The fluff!Muse escape from the laundry room today and sprinkled her cutesie fairy dust on me, and so help me, if I ever find my shot gun again, I'm mounting her fluffy little head on my wall.
Disclaimer: Hermione and Snape belong to JKR. Valentine's Day belongs to the multi-national corporations that want to bleed the human race of every cent they make. Hermione's opinions of Valentine's Day are entirely my own.
Severus trapped his wife in the kitchen and crossed his arms in the exact manner that terrified first year Hufflepuffs. "Well?"
Hermione frowned. "Well what?"
"It's Valentine's Day."
"Yes? And?"
"And you haven't tormented me with demands of chocolate, flowers, and other insipid, transitory gifts."
Hermione gave him a contemptuous look. "Why would I? I hate Valentine's Day. It's a commercial conspiracy to part besotted fools from their money and invariably leaves lonely people feeling even lonelier." She shook her head as she stirred the stew. "Valentine's Day. Honestly!"
Incredibly aroused by her contempt for frivolous holidays, Severus pulled her into his arms and kissed her, letting his hands roam over interesting places accidentally-on purpose, reveling in her honey-sweet taste.
A few minutes later, she pushed him away, her eyes liquid with arousal, her cheeks tinged pink with exertion. "What was that for?"
"For reminding me why I married you."
Hermione rolled her eyes and swatted him away. "That's sweet, Severus," she said, turning back to the stove as if he hadn't just snogged her senseless, "but I really did mean it when I said I hate Valentine's Day."