Day Three! By the way, if you couldn't tell before, this is totally AU. Most of my stuff is. Just realized I hadn't said it before. And also, these have absolutely nothing to do with one another. I have a clean slate each time. Sometimes, they won't be together yet. Other times, they will be happily married and celebrating fifty years together. It all depends on how I'm feeling when I sit down to write. :P

Still don't own HP, and still don't have a beta for these oneshots. Enjoy. :)

Prompt: Earrings

Rating: K

Allons-y!

-Rayne

"Happy Anniversary, love," Hermione said when she realized Severus was awake.

He groaned. "That's today?" he said. "Jeez, time really does fly when you're married. This year went by in the blink of an eye."

Hermione laughed. "Not one year," Hermione said, turning in his arms to face him. "We got married one month ago today!"

Severus cracked open one eye to stare skeptically at his wife. "One month?" he grumbled. "You're celebrating after one month? I say we wait until you stay with me for an entire year. That will definitely be worth a celebration."

"You're so concerned that I'm going to leave you," Hermione said, frowning.

Severus closed his eye again and smiled slightly. It was moments like these, during which his lips quirked up instead of down, that were reserved for Hermione only. "I ask myself why you're with me at all every day. I'm old, you're young. You have a life to live; I've already lived mine."

Hermione reached up and put a hand against his face. "Severus, you are only 45. That's only twenty years older than me. You aren't old. Besides, if you live as long as Dumbledore did, you have at least another century of life. Maybe longer. You have plenty of life left to live."

Severus' smile widened. "I'm reminded why I married you once again," he mumbled. "You don't perceive me the way the rest of the world does."

"Thank Merlin for that," Hermione muttered sarcastically. "I'd hate to think of my soulmate as a hero in the Second Wizarding War. What a tragedy it would be to think that he deserves the Order of Merlin that had been given to him."

"That's not what I meant, witch," he said, pulling her closer to him. "I mean you don't think I'm a Death Eater so desperate to live that he planted himself firmly in both parties. You don't think of me as a waste of space who deserves to be put in Azkaban even though they don't have enough evidence to put me there."

Hermione slapped his shoulder lightly. "Severus Snape, you listen to me. You are not any of those things. You deserved what you received. You are a brave man who was put into a particularly difficult situation. Most men wouldn't have survived like you did. And if they can't see that, can't see the wonderful man whom I fell in love with and married, then it's their loss."

He kissed the top of her head. "I really do love you," he said softly. "Even if you are a misdirected young woman."

"Biased," she muttered. "If you are going to try to tell me I'm wrong, which I'm not, then I'd prefer you use the term biased."

He chuckled. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Half past seven," she murmured.

"It's Saturday," he said.

"Yes, it is."

"So we can lie in for a while?"

"If you'd like."

"I'd like that."

Hermione hummed in agreement. The two fell asleep again soon after.


When Hermione woke again, it was nearly nine. She rolled over. The other half of the bed was empty. She quickly clambered into her robe and hurried down stairs. "Severus?" she called. There was no answer. Instead, she found a note on the counter.

Back in a moment. If you don't mind waiting, I'd much rather you wait for me to come home and make breakfast. We both remember what happened last time I let you loose in the kitchen.

Severus

Hermione snorted. It had been a disaster, the last time she'd been allowed to cook. She had managed to burn nearly everything. The only thing that hadn't burned were the potatoes, but she'd misread the directions and added a cup of salt instead of a teaspoon, and therefore the entire meal was inedible.

She was able to whip up a fantastic batch of Felix Felicis, but for some reason, her skills didn't carry over into the kitchen. Severus, on the other hand, was as natural in the kitchen as he was in the Apothecary the two owned. That was one of the many things that Hermione loved about him; he didn't expect her to cook. In fact, he requested that she didn't.

Instead of trying to make breakfast, she settled herself down with a cup of tea from the kettle that was being kept warm on the stove. She settled down in front of the TV that Severus had reluctantly allowed into their home and watched an episode of her favorite Muggle show.

Severus came back after a while, carrying a few bags. He had gone to buy groceries and was unloading them into the refrigerator and cupboards when she strode into the kitchen.

"Did you get some more bread? We are running a little short."

"Yes," he said, smiling at her. "Bread and everything else you said we were running a little short on. Can you help? That bag over there still needs to be unloaded."

She nodded and reached into it, pulling a loaf of bread and a half gallon of milk out and handing them to Severus. She reached in again and pulled out a smaller brown paper bag. "What's in this?" she asked as she opened it and reached inside.

She pulled out a small velvet box and frowned at it. "Severus, darling, you already asked me to marry you. No need to do it again. I already agreed."

Severus laughed. "I know," he said, reaching out for the little box. "It's not a ring. It's a present for you."

He opened the box and showed it to her. Inside was a pair of beautiful diamond earrings. The diamonds were set in white gold to match the ring Hermione wore on her finger. She grinned and took the box from his hand. "They're beautiful," she said. "Thank you." She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

He returned it, smiling into her hair. "I'm glad you like them. A wonderful woman such as yourself deserves these and so much more."

"You're enough for me, Severus," she told him.

"I pity all of the men who aren't married to you," he said, chuckling.

She let go of him and grinned. "Me too," she said before gliding back into the sitting room, earrings in one hand and Severus' own in the other.


Yay! There you have it, prompt number three! One of the guys didn't know what to get his girlfriend for their aniversery (Which is New Years Day). He got her a necklace for Christmas, so I suggested the earrings that matched. Apparently, he took my advice and bought them yesterday. :3

Anyway, that doesnt matter. What does matter is what you thought of this little oneshot! So review and let me know! Check back in tomorrow for the next promt. :)

(In other news, my most recent manuscript is two chapters away from being finished! I think there might be a publishing company who is interested in it, too, so keep your eyes peeled in the book stores! You might just see my name on a book cover in the next year! Rayne C. B.! Keep your eyes out!)

Thanks for reading!

-Rayne