Dec 16, Harry Potter, Hermione/Severus, Seize the Moment Title: Seize the Moment Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing/Characters: Hermione/Severus Rating/Warnings: PG Disclaimer:here Prompt: #3 – mistletoe Word Count: 331 Summary: Follows Silk Stockings and A Bit of Light Reading, and Playing the Game.
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Hermione’s eyes were something less than completely guileless as they darted just over his head.
“I’ve got you where I want you,” she said. A flicker of doubt. “Unless you don’t want to be got.”
An upward glance showed Severus that she’d somehow maneuvered him under a sprig of greenery that he suspected was mistletoe. With a smirk and a tug on the wrist he still held, he pulled her in closer, still watching for any sign she was up to something. He didn’t need Legilimency to read the way her eyes dilated and her lips parted slightly, though it was always best to be sure, especially in such an unlikely situation. And again it was clear she expected as much. Thin walls lay behind her surface thoughts of desire, so thin he could easily tear them if he chose.
“Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?” The intended snarl came out rather gruff.
“I think it’s obvious that I do.” She continued to look him in the eye, and suddenly he was very certain those tissue-thin walls were a test. “How much more proof do you need?”
Releasing her wrist, he took her face between his hands and claimed her lips hungrily. After a second’s startlement, she put her arms about his neck and responded in kind.
Moments later, as they both caught their breath, a knock sounded at the door.
“Oi! Who’s in there?”
Even knowing his spell wouldn’t allow any sound to travel out of the room, he froze until he heard footsteps walking away.
“Perhaps this is not the ideal location,” he said.
She nodded, looking rather less disappointed than he’d like, picked up a beaded bag he hadn’t seen her bring in, and pulled an old, bent quill from it.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Have you decided to trust me?”
Supposing he had, he reached out to touch the quill and felt the familiar tug behind his navel as the Portkey activated.