Moments part 3
Angeleye68, I accept your challenge!
More 100-word-drabbles, this time inspired by biology words. Let me know what you think!
Cells
"Severus!"
"Hermione? Didn't I tell you? I don't want you here. It's not good for you." Hermione approached the bars that locked her husband away. War had ended, Voldemort destroyed, costing more lives than anyone could have imagined. When Dumbledore had died, Severus's security had died with him. The Ministry had sentenced him to life in Azkaban with only one chance – his next appeal, yet he had chosen to ignore it. Hermione had tried to stay away, but she had to tell him.
"Be reasonable, love…"
"I'm going to represent you at your appeal and you're definitely going to win."
Nutrition
Friday night, nothing to do but relax together. They took it in turns to read a chosen book. And they'd chill out in bed, snacking. Hermione's choice was chocolate; Severus's was ice-cream. Both knew that their indulgences weren't healthy, but they couldn't get enough, just like their own relationship. No matter how much time they spent together, they always needed more. It was on one particular Friday, that Severus decided to solve this problem.
Dripping melted ice-cream onto her stomach, he licked it off slowly, looked up at her and asked her to move in with him. She said yes.
Transport
"No! Absolutely not. I refuse to put my life in danger because you dislike the floo."
"There's nothing wrong with flying. Exactly what do you mean by "putting your life in danger"? Flying is the safest way of travelling. Everyone knows that. What's the real reason, you don't want to fly?"
"There is no real reason, Severus. What's the reason you don't like the floo?"
"No, we were talking about you." Hermione paused for a second, before saying that she was scared of heights. "So why did you not object to that night on the Astronomy Tower?" Severus asked, smirking.
Reproduction
"Severus?" A noise of disinterest was all she heard. "Severus!"
"Hermione! I'm trying to calculate the quantity of flobberworm extract that this needs," he replied, gesturing towards the boiling cauldron behind him.
"Yeah, well this is more important!" Hermione folded her arms.
"I believe, madam, that a potion to prevent premature labour is more important than whatever small piece of information you have to…"
"I'm pregnant." Hermione interrupted, trying to throw her husband off of his speech.
"Like I said more imp…what?!"
"I'm pregnant! With child, knocked up, got a bun …"
He stopped her speech with a solid kiss.
Hormones
Tears pouring down her cheeks, Hermione's sobs filled the empty room. She didn't know why she was crying, she just was.
"Hermione?"
"Go away!" she called at the opening door.
"Can we talk? Please?"
"Go away!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"It's not that." Severus opened the door a little more and walked to the bed his lover was crying on.
"Your…cycle?" he asked, a little uncomfortably.
"How did you…? Oh, of course, you observed me like the sneaky Slytherin you are," Hermione sniffed.
"I brought you something I thought might help," he said, holding a bar of Honeduke's chocolate.
Evolution
They had started off as acquaintances, occasionally discussing their respective fields over dinner in the Great Hall. As time progressed, they talked more and more, moving from their own subjects to others: politics, plans for weekends and holidays, goings on with friends. One evening, he invited her into his quarters after they had patrolled the halls together. They had a drink and talked some more. It slowly became a weekly habit and it was one of those evenings when they first kissed. It was simple, sweet. It was a similar evening when he finally plucked up the courage to propose.
Classification
"What have you done?!" Severus roared, unable to believe his own eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.
"My books! You've ruined them!"
"I've done no such thing," Hermione replied calmly. "I've simply rearranged them."
"You've destroyed my filing system."
"It was inefficient and, to be honest, completely wrong. There was no semblance of order."
"So you've rearranged them by author's name? What did you do to the ones with no author's name in them?"
"Top shelf, all the way along."
"So now I've got to remember the author to find it."
"Like you've got to remember my birthday."
A/N ok that's it. I'm now completely finished with this series. No more. None at all. Never again. Of course, that means you've got to review these ones even more! I'm currently starting another HGSS fic, but I won't post it until I've finished at least three chapters. Lul, J