Title: Picture Perfect (Epilogue)
Title: Picture Perfect (Epilogue)
Team Name: Spy for the DE's
Word Count: 100 (x1)
Rating: PG
Challenge: Back from the Dead
Characters: Hermione, Severus
Authors Notes: The series is officially over. Thanks to everyone! And yeah...improbability - I was reading Douglas Adams. :P
ETA: This epilogue is just a flashback to when Snape knew Hermione was in love with him. It's what she said that she wanted to keep private. That is all.
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Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
*** EPILOGUE-What Hermione Said
“Back again?”
Hermione smirked at the portrait, setting her bag down on the floor. “Displeased to see me?”
“Your words, not mine.”
The smirk he returned signaled the jest of that statement. Hermione sat down on the floor and happily sighed, staring up at the painting.
“I think I shall have to pay an artist to create a likeness of me.”
Snape’s portrait snorted. “What good is there in coming back?”
Hermione sat quietly, her arms hugged around her knees. Small. Still.
“A lot of good. How simple things would be for me, if I were merely dabs of paint.”
***
END
Team Name: Spy for the DE's
Word Count: 100 (x1)
Rating: PG
Challenge: Back from the Dead
Characters: Hermione, Severus
Authors Notes: The series is officially over. Thanks to everyone! And yeah...improbability - I was reading Douglas Adams. :P
ETA: This epilogue is just a flashback to when Snape knew Hermione was in love with him. It's what she said that she wanted to keep private. That is all.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
*** EPILOGUE-What Hermione Said
“Back again?”
Hermione smirked at the portrait, setting her bag down on the floor. “Displeased to see me?”
“Your words, not mine.”
The smirk he returned signaled the jest of that statement. Hermione sat down on the floor and happily sighed, staring up at the painting.
“I think I shall have to pay an artist to create a likeness of me.”
Snape’s portrait snorted. “What good is there in coming back?”
Hermione sat quietly, her arms hugged around her knees. Small. Still.
“A lot of good. How simple things would be for me, if I were merely dabs of paint.”
***
END