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A/N: Sorry I'm slacking loyal readers but here's a one-shot that will hopefully make up for me trying to graduate college in May (it makes you crazy busy all the time!)
The man strode down the dark street wondering where he could possibly be going. Why was he out on this night anyway? Oh yeah he couldn't sleep, the walk was not helping him like usual. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He shook the notion away and walked down to a little corner pub that he frequented on nights like this, a cold pint always helped to put him out by the time he got home. The pub was still lit and so he pushed the door open revealing a very clean and stylish bar done in British decor. His eyes were drawn to the brunette sitting with her back facing the door, nursing a small pint. The corners of his mouth twitched up, he never asked her how she knew that he would come she just always seemed to know. He walked up behind her and peered over her shoulder, in the subdued lighting the woman didn't notice, she was reading a book. He slid his arms around her waist and rested his head on her left shoulder. She didn't even look up or seem surprised to find herself suddenly embraced. He kissed her cheek before taking the seat next to her and ordering a small Strongbow Cider.
"How do you always know when I'll be here?" He asked her, reading was just a time waster until he showed up.
"I can feel it," she replied not lifting her eyes from the book. "I get this restless urge to go walking and I always end up here."
"It sounds like you might be empathetically connected to me, love." That finally got her to lift her eyes from the book and to look at him.
"It's possible but you sound like Sibyll when you say things like that," she replied letting her eyes slide over his attire. He looked so much healthier in a white button down shirt and black slacks then he ever had in his solid black robes.
"It's never possible for me to sound like that retched woman, my voice is far to deep for such a thing." He told her smirking.
"I will give you that," she reached her hand out and stroked his cheek softly. "What has you up tonight? It's been a while since you haven't been able to sleep."
"As you know there is a very beautiful woman in my life, quite a lively one, she gets so feisty sometimes, but tonight she wasn't in bed next to me. You see she had to go to a conference in London and had decided that staying at a hotel after a long night of drinking and meetings would be the best idea, and I agreed although I don't think it was such a good idea now cause I can't sleep without her home." He told her sliding his hand over hers to hold it to his cheek.
"Oh yes, I see. I never realized that you were so used to somebody sleeping next to you, especially with how light of a sleeper you are."
"She's the only thing that makes me sleep deeply, when she's not there I end up here."
"Severus, you could have just flooed me to come home. You know I would have, nothing is more important then you."
"Yes I know, but you wanted to stay and honestly I wasn't sure what kind of shape you were going to be in after drinking so much. I didn't want to have to worry about you trying to floo or aparate home, Hermione."
"Instead you gave me a restless feeling that I needed to be here," she laughed, "you know that no matter what I can always come home."
"Then come home, I can't sleep without you." Hermione threw a 10 pound note on the bar and stood up grabbing her book with her. She slipped her hand into his and pulled him back out into the dark night.
Alright loves, that's it! It's just a one-shot so no more chapters will be added. However if you ask nicely by hitting that button under this that says "Review" I am taking ideas for another Snanger one-shot!
Love always,
OrangeLilyBlossom xoxo