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The Alphabet Song
A is for Accio
Severus Snape watched his wife bustle about their room nervously with some amusement. Hermione always needed to be in motion, whereas he preferred the peace and calm of quiet reflection. She huffed angrily.
"Severus, have you seen my green dress, the one with the silver trim? I want to wear it to dinner with the Malfoys."
Severus smiled. "Did you check the bottom drawer of the bureau, love?" he asked.
"Why would it be there?" Hermione wondered aloud before she bent over to open the drawer and look.
Severus leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the view of his young wife's ass swaying as she dug through all of the clothing. He may not like most things about muggles, but had to admit, low-rise jeans were one thing that he adored.
She straightened up and turned to him, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eye as she did.
"I told you it wouldn't be there.' She crossed her arms and huffed angrily once more. The piece of hair fell back into her eyes and she angrily batted it away in frustration.
Severus stood leisurely and strode to Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair for a few moments before pulling away. He held her at arm's length and smiled at her.
"Are you or are you not a witch, my dear?"
Hermione glared at him, but the errant curl that once more fell into her eyes ruined the effect.
"Of course I'm a witch, you prat."
"Then just find your dress the magical way. You know, for the most intelligent witch of your age, you can be irrational sometimes."
"But Severus, I don't think you understand—" Hermione started, but before she could finish Severus raised his wand.
"Accio Hermione's dress."
Hermione's laughter rang throughout the room and the entire house as Severus was buried beneath every dress she owned.
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