I own nothing. I make no profit.
If I've told Severus once, I've told him a zillion times, 'Please don't bring me flowers.' So what's he doing now? Messing about with the biggest bouquet of blooms I've seen in my life.
'Where can I put them?' he asks eagerly. 'Try the cupboard under the dresser,' I say, giving him a nudge in the side.
After a bit of rummaging, he emerges with a glass vase.
It's not that I don't like flowers – they don't like me. A healthy bunch will be given a death warrant under my care.
'I've put some water in the vase, Hermione,' Severus says, chuckling.
I've never lived down that one.
Severus brought me flowers on out first date, as he never had been on a proper date before he had asked Remus on what to do. Remus had told him 'Lots of flowers is the way to go!'. I could have killed him.
So I had opened the door of my parents house, on our first date to find him smiling shyly behind a riot of colour.
'These are for you, Miss Gr—Hermione,' he'd said thrusting them my way.
My first bunch of flowers. 'I'll just pop them in here,' I said, nipping into the back. 'Flowers?' Mum had questioned, poking her head round the door.
She'd pointed at the brown milk jug on the side – we didn't own a vase. I'd plonked them in there, forgetting all about them when I waltzed out the door.
The next day Severus flooded in unexpectedly.
'Welcome,' I heard mum say. Severus entered the kitchen. 'Good afternoon Hermione – oh, your flowers...' his gaze landed on the flowers, their heads lowered in the jug. 'I buy my mother flowers from the same stall and usually they're... alive.' He peered into the jug. 'Ah,' he said, smiling. 'Some water might have helped.'
After that, whenever Severus brought me flowers I remembered to put water in the vase, but still they didn't do well, even with a little help from magic. I think they knew they were in unsafe hands. Eventually I had to tell Severus.
'Please don't bring me flowers. They'll only die. Bring me chocolates instead,' I had told him laughing.
And thats what he did, come birthdays, anniversaries and special occasions, he'd bring me a box of chocolates on top of all my other presents.
Now though, I wish he'd stop the messing around, carefully placing the vase in the centre of our dining table. As if I'd mind!
'Even you can't complain about these, my love,' Severus says. 'They're beautiful aren't they?'
I suppose they are pretty.
'Will I do?' He asks, checking his appearance in the mirror.
He looks dapper in his dress robes. Not that he's had much chance to wear it these days. The fire place lights up green as someone floo's in and I see my sons, Noah and Sage walk out of the fireplace.
'You get off,' I say, sending them on their way. No point in hanging around, not now.
I catch up with them later in the day. Thankfully, it's a glorious sunny one.
'Look at all these flowers,' Severus says as he surveys the scene. 'Your mum would have a thing or two to say about that. She hates flowers.'
'I don't suppose she'd mind today, Dad,' says Noah. I watch as Sage throws a bud onto thr disappearing coffin, then Noah and then my beloved Severus.
'Goodbye my love,' he says.
I don't mind at all. In fact, I think it's rather nice. 'Goodbye dear,' I whisper, the scent of roses trailing my departure as I disappear into the crowd.
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