Title: Something You Can't Have
Summary: Hermione desperately wants Severus, but this is, of course, impossible… though not for the usual reasons.
A/N: Fanon Sev, features only, because I really wanted him to have blue eyes.
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She stared at the man in front of her, doing her best to hide her gaze behind the book she held.
His hair had been cropped recently, and she realized she missed the soft, dark curtain that had once swung pleasantly in front of his face, though the new style did allow for his features to be much more visible and fervently admired.
The cheekbones she knew so well, the thin, pressed-together lips, the startling crystalline eyes that were usually so full of sarcasm it was nearly impossible to even consider the man had the capacity for love at all.
But love he did, and though she was loathe to think of his beautiful, intelligent mind wasted on some other oversexed hormonal freak, she was glad he had someone he felt complete with… even though it couldn't be her.
She shuddered at the thought of his fingers tracing someone else's lips and hipbones.
Okay, that was a lie. She wouldn't be truly happy unless he was single, but hey, life's a bitch.
She loved everything about him, his eyes, the contours of his neck, his beautiful long fingers, the way his collarbones jutted sharply out as though he'd been underfed for years…
The train came to a sudden halt and his eyes met hers.
"What in Circe's name are you thinking about with such a hungry look on your face, Granger?" he asked, setting down the newspaper he'd been reading.
She shook her head. "Just stuff."
He rolled his eyes. "Pathetic. Grades like yours and all you can think of to say is 'stuff'. You're so unbelievably articulate."
She shot him a look. "Says the man who becomes fluent in Uh-huh language whenever his boyfriend is around." She smirked when he looked startled. "Yeah, that means you, Severus. 'Oh, uh-huh, yeah, mm, I see,'" she said, mimicking his tone of voice. She rolled her eyes. "And I'm pathetic?"
He shrugged and picked up the paperback novel that had been lying next to him the whole ride. "All I know is that one of us has a master's in Potions and a teaching certificate, and the other hasn't even graduated college yet."
The door to their car slammed open, cutting Hermione's next biting comment off. Harry stepped in. "Hey, guys. What're you talking about?"
"Stuff," Severus answered, accepting a kiss from his lover on the cheek as the younger man settled in next to him.
Hermione snorted. "And that, my friend," she said, grinning at Severus' stunned face, "is that."
She made herself comfortable on the worn leather seat and started reading her book again, soothed by the low murmurings of her friend and the man she loved. She sighed.
It really is true, she thought peeking over the top of her book once more. All the good ones are gay. And you can't always get what you want.
I guess the phrase in a nutshell should be, "You can't always get what you want because the men you want are gay."
-FIN-
A/N: That's my motto. xD
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