Book Collection
Books can say much about a person. Just by looking at the condition of the book, the type, the author. I would know.
I skim through the library that was his, many of them were mine hat I had long ago added in. Or perhaps not so long ago. She had remembered that day when she had been struggling up the stairs of his home, carrying load after load of books. Not all had been textbooks of course. Even bookworms needed time to enjoy themselves.
Two years ago
"Hermione? What are you doing?" She peered over the stack of hard covered texts, her face flushed and breathless.
"Bringing up my books. I'm not leaving them to rot in my trunk." He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You could have had it brought up by the house elves, you know. That is, unless you've attempted to free them all with that notion of spew." Hermione sighed, exasperated.
"Not spew, S.P.E.W."
"Well, if I say spew, you know what I'm talking about. Thus, why don't we just leave it as 'spew'?"
"Well, if I called for the idiot, we all know that means you. Thus, why don't we just leave it as calling you 'idiot'? It could be a pet name." He laughed.
"An insult as well to your hard working husband. Give me those books." She hefted them over into his arms. He nearly stumbled back, the weight surprising him.
"Jesus Christ! These things are damn heavy!" Hermione smirked at him. "And I used to walk everyday through the corridors at school carrying around those damn heavy books. Take them to the library. I'm going down to get more."
"More?" She laughed at his incredulous expression.
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Present
I smile at the memory. It was a good one. I reach over and touch the spine of a random book, reading the title.
"Advanced Transfiguration of the New World, Fifth Edition"
I do the same with another repeating the process and recalling back memories.
"Arithmancy for Masters"
"Ancient Runes of Europe"
"Standard Spellbook for Level Nine"
"Potions History and Its Makers"
I stop at that book. I once read that book for more enjoyment than for study and had been surprised beyond my mind to find Severus Snape's name among one of the newer modern potions makers. I hadn't realized how recent that book had been. Another look over and I recognize a book given to me quite a while ago.
"The Quidditch Game for Idiots"
Harry had given that one to me, having found it in Flourish and Blotts quite accidentally. We had quite a laugh over the series as there was another one for muggles. Apparently, there was a magical series for wizards and witches as well.
"The Scarlet Letter"
That could book would have been mine. He wouldn't read this. He probably would have never heard of it.
"Macbeth"
Of course. Trust him to read Shakespeare, even if he was a muggle. I knew I would find other works of classical literature. Even philosophy.
I feel a pair of arms coming around me from behind, pulling me to his warm body.
"What are doing?" I smile, reminiscing a bit.
"Nothing in particular." He snorted. "Hermione, you do everything for a good reason. Well, maybe not everything," he said, reaching over to nip at my neck.
"Looking through the books." I could feel him mocking surprise. "Haven't you memorized all of them yet?"
"I probably have. You know what's my favorite?" His hands slipped under my shirt to tease at my skin. "Which?" His voice was husky.
"Hogwarts, A History. Because its where I met you and when my life really began."
A/N: A very short and memory bringing back fic.
Books can say much about a person. Just by looking at the condition of the book, the type, the author. I would know.
I skim through the library that was his, many of them were mine hat I had long ago added in. Or perhaps not so long ago. She had remembered that day when she had been struggling up the stairs of his home, carrying load after load of books. Not all had been textbooks of course. Even bookworms needed time to enjoy themselves.
Two years ago
"Hermione? What are you doing?" She peered over the stack of hard covered texts, her face flushed and breathless.
"Bringing up my books. I'm not leaving them to rot in my trunk." He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You could have had it brought up by the house elves, you know. That is, unless you've attempted to free them all with that notion of spew." Hermione sighed, exasperated.
"Not spew, S.P.E.W."
"Well, if I say spew, you know what I'm talking about. Thus, why don't we just leave it as 'spew'?"
"Well, if I called for the idiot, we all know that means you. Thus, why don't we just leave it as calling you 'idiot'? It could be a pet name." He laughed.
"An insult as well to your hard working husband. Give me those books." She hefted them over into his arms. He nearly stumbled back, the weight surprising him.
"Jesus Christ! These things are damn heavy!" Hermione smirked at him. "And I used to walk everyday through the corridors at school carrying around those damn heavy books. Take them to the library. I'm going down to get more."
"More?" She laughed at his incredulous expression.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Present
I smile at the memory. It was a good one. I reach over and touch the spine of a random book, reading the title.
"Advanced Transfiguration of the New World, Fifth Edition"
I do the same with another repeating the process and recalling back memories.
"Arithmancy for Masters"
"Ancient Runes of Europe"
"Standard Spellbook for Level Nine"
"Potions History and Its Makers"
I stop at that book. I once read that book for more enjoyment than for study and had been surprised beyond my mind to find Severus Snape's name among one of the newer modern potions makers. I hadn't realized how recent that book had been. Another look over and I recognize a book given to me quite a while ago.
"The Quidditch Game for Idiots"
Harry had given that one to me, having found it in Flourish and Blotts quite accidentally. We had quite a laugh over the series as there was another one for muggles. Apparently, there was a magical series for wizards and witches as well.
"The Scarlet Letter"
That could book would have been mine. He wouldn't read this. He probably would have never heard of it.
"Macbeth"
Of course. Trust him to read Shakespeare, even if he was a muggle. I knew I would find other works of classical literature. Even philosophy.
I feel a pair of arms coming around me from behind, pulling me to his warm body.
"What are doing?" I smile, reminiscing a bit.
"Nothing in particular." He snorted. "Hermione, you do everything for a good reason. Well, maybe not everything," he said, reaching over to nip at my neck.
"Looking through the books." I could feel him mocking surprise. "Haven't you memorized all of them yet?"
"I probably have. You know what's my favorite?" His hands slipped under my shirt to tease at my skin. "Which?" His voice was husky.
"Hogwarts, A History. Because its where I met you and when my life really began."
A/N: A very short and memory bringing back fic.