ekaterinn

A belated birthday present for

bejiin:

Snape pours the whiskey out in the glass as carefully as he would any delicate potion. When a sudden gust of air indicates an Apparition into his quarters, he does not look up. He is concretrating on pouring a second glass of whiskey, which he hands to the woman who just Apparated.

Hermione takes it and drinks it down in one gulp. "I've just come from the Weasely's. Ginny was caught in the attack at Piccadilly Circus."

Snape take a sip of his own whiskey, grateful for the fire it provides for his suddenly cold gut. Another child lost, he thinks and raises up a hand to stroke Hermione's tangled hair. She is only twenty-five herself, and sometimes he is frightened by the thought that she could die before him. "Minerva McGonagall was confirmed as Headmistress today." He says.

She blinks, but does not weep. "The Board would have had to give in sooner or later. I'm glad it's sooner." Neither of them mentions Dumbledore, or his death.

Hermione catches his hand in her own. "I should go to London and help with the clean-up."

He does not tell her to stay, nor does he warn her to be careful. But he squeezes her hand and murmurs "The war goes on."

She leans up and kisses him. Snape tastes her lips, smooth and warms, and thinks again how incredibly young she is. When they let go of each other, she says nothing and Disapparates.

~Fin~

I don't read much Harry Potter fanfiction, much less write it, but I hope you like it Bej-love. ^^

And speaking of birthday things - I got your card,

amai! *HUGS* I loved your pic of cat-Duo drinking sake! ^_^ Hmmm...I wonder if I can get sake for my birthday on the 7th...^_~