A Touch of the Blues

[iqeret]

Title: A Touch of the Blues (Tale of the Nightshirt 17)
Challenge: grey nightshirt
Team: Spying for maskèd ladies
Words: 100 x 12
Rating: PG-13
Char: Hermione, Snape
AN: Proof that I do occasionally work on what I'm "supposed" to.
For earlier drabbles: The Petulant Poetess.

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Hermione paused uncertainly at the foot of the stairs. Where should she

Comments

[beffeysue]

I love this this piece and being privy to their thoughts about each other. I loved it when Severus, who was so attuned to Hermione's presence and very damned determined not to muck up his difficult potion, forgot about the simple burn paste and in doing so managed to turn them both into Smurfs.

I adored his thoughts about Hermione and his mother. His mum had done the very best for him that she could, but she had been stiff and resentful. Hermione laughed and smiled. She would be the kind of mother he wanted for his child. What was he thinking? Not only of two kisses. No. He wanted more, more domesticity, more Hermione. But what did she want? Apparently she wanted the same thing.

I think there will be no right hooks here this morning.

[dickgloucester]

Such brilliant, tender insights. Another wonderful installment.

[azulkan2]

Love this drabble set. Thanks for updating and am looking forward to the next set.

[madamsnape]

This is cute!

Well done for not making them OOC!

[madeleone]

Oh I love this series, I had lost track of it for awhile, had to go back and get caught up. Thanks so much for continuing it.

These lines and the image in my head made me giggle:

“You are indeed blue,” he remarked, pushing back an errant indigo curl.

“Very blue,” she agreed...