Couplets (Fourth Set)
Title: Couplets
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: All Ages, for now
Challenge: 2005’s #28, Leaving
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: I haven’t quite finished them, but it’s a series of couplets … each set containing one drabble from his POV, one from hers.
First set
Second Set
Third Set
~o0o~
While savoring the aromatic egg dish, he wielded a quill, calculating his meager savings. The total was far from encouraging.
Eyes of burnt umber stared, unfocused, at the fire, mind racing as fast as a Snitch.
Then, unexpectedly, his wards -- the magical equivalent of a Muggle doorbell - were tripped. Within seconds, he cast an Identity Revealing Spell.
Blood roared in his ears.
Christ!
It was her!
He knocked the chair to the floor in his scramble to the door, remembering himself enough to demand the password.
The response was wry, her voice achingly familiar. “It’s Millicent Bulstrode’s bloody cat.”
~o0o~
She almost laughed with joy when she heard him demand the password. They had only ever needed one.
As she landed, stumbling a little, the door opened to reveal Severus Snape.
Her heart almost stopped.
He was different. He stood taller, his shoulders squared, his hair pulled back in a queue. God, she’d missed him.
Mouth dry, she kicked her way through the snow, and he stepped onto the broad, covered porch.
Neither spoke as she climbed the snow-dusted steps, the intensity of his stare holding her attention. She dropped the broomstick at his feet.
And then she slapped him.
~o0o~
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: All Ages, for now
Challenge: 2005’s #28, Leaving
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Authors Notes: I haven’t quite finished them, but it’s a series of couplets … each set containing one drabble from his POV, one from hers.
First set
Second Set
Third Set
~o0o~
While savoring the aromatic egg dish, he wielded a quill, calculating his meager savings. The total was far from encouraging.
Eyes of burnt umber stared, unfocused, at the fire, mind racing as fast as a Snitch.
Then, unexpectedly, his wards -- the magical equivalent of a Muggle doorbell - were tripped. Within seconds, he cast an Identity Revealing Spell.
Blood roared in his ears.
Christ!
It was her!
He knocked the chair to the floor in his scramble to the door, remembering himself enough to demand the password.
The response was wry, her voice achingly familiar. “It’s Millicent Bulstrode’s bloody cat.”
~o0o~
She almost laughed with joy when she heard him demand the password. They had only ever needed one.
As she landed, stumbling a little, the door opened to reveal Severus Snape.
Her heart almost stopped.
He was different. He stood taller, his shoulders squared, his hair pulled back in a queue. God, she’d missed him.
Mouth dry, she kicked her way through the snow, and he stepped onto the broad, covered porch.
Neither spoke as she climbed the snow-dusted steps, the intensity of his stare holding her attention. She dropped the broomstick at his feet.
And then she slapped him.
~o0o~