Title: A Taste of What’s To Come Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape Rating: Soft R Disclaimer: Anti-Litigation Charm: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling, who let my entire reason for reading the Harry Potter series bleed to death on the floor of the Shrieking Shack. I'm building a better world. Summary: Some flavours are an acquired taste. Others, well… Notes: Krissy_cits, I hope you enjoy this Halloween drabble!
This, he thought, is not pumpkin juice. I hate pumpkin juice. Severus sniffed the beverage warily, then studied its colour and texture. To his left, Professor Hermione Granger tutted.
“Honestly, Severus, you’ve done everything to that vial except look at its dental records.” She gave him a little exasperated smile. “Just taste it.”
Severus shot her a suspicious look, then took a sip.
A not-unpleasant mélange of spices burst on his tongue, reminding him of late autumn, falling leaves, spiced cider. A quaint nostalgia for the season filled his heart, without the pain that Halloween once invoked in his memory.
“Well?” Hermione said, with a certain fresh-faced eagerness that he also found not unpleasant.
“It is … potable,” he acquiesced grudgingly. Fixing her with his Moste Imperious Glare, he demanded, “Why, may I ask, were you so insistent I try this concoction, and what is it?”
She looked around, made sure no one was watching, and stroked his thigh.
“Pumpkin Spice tea.” She gave him that wicked grin that he found anything but unpleasant. “And to commemorate the season, I’ve created a lube with the same flavour.”
“I see,” he answered formally, barely suppressing a smile. Trick or treat, indeed.