The sun rose as always and Hermione with it. Although she was off work for two weeks, staying in bed just didn't feel right. Rising, she decided a shower was in order. She was meeting Snape after all and it wouldn't do to turn up in a state. So he showered, washed her thick hair and wrapped it in a towel. It would be dry and curly by the time it came to leave, nothing like the frizzy mess she'd had to deal with the day before! Not that it mattered; it was Snape for goodness sake, king of the grease. She paused at that thought, she'd never truly believed what Ron had said about him and although he'd been a bit of a git while they were students, he just seemed like a lonely old recluse now it was all over.

She crossed into the living room and pulled the letter from her diary once more. It said about discussing having fun. She had no real idea what he did for fun but the letter left little doubt that she would find out one way or another. She put it back and made a cup of tea, thinking about what she liked to do. As she flittered about the flat, she began making a mental list of the things they could discuss; surely there was something they would both enjoy together? Maybe even a few things when they really thought about it. Merlin! Was she actually considering hanging out with him? She shook her head as she pulled her book towards her; she wasn't due there until after lunch so some light reading was in order.

By the time lunch came, she was more than ready for their meeting. She'd changed into something half decent but not too fancy. She didn't want to appear too overdressed! Apparently, Snape had the idea, he'd clearly dressed for the occasion. He wore his customary black frockcoat, black trousers and dour expression. He'd sent a message that morning to meet him in the Three Broomsticks and there he sat, long fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. There was also a mug in the empty chair opposite him. When he saw her, he raised a brow and she scooted over quickly. "Hello," she said with a smile on her face.

"Good Afternoon," he said as she sat down. As she sat, she noticed that her palms were sweating and her heart rate had increased a little. Now why would it do something like that? It wasn't as though this was a date or anything. It was just a little discussion between two acquaintances regarding a matter of entertainment. Suddenly she found her mouth was dry and she had no idea what to say. Instead, she picked up her mug and took a sip. It was perfect.

"Thank you," she said when she found that her tongue did in fact fit inside her mouth. He raised a brow but remained silent for a moment. He got the feeling she was being assessed but she had no idea as to what about nor why. She shifted a little in her chair and tried not to feel guilty. He snorted a little at her movement before lowering his mug.

"Did you have any ideas then?" he asked, fixing her with his black eyes.

"Straight to it then, no small talk?" He merely raised a brow at her question and she shook her head, "No I suppose not. I tried to think of some things we'd both like to do," she added. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a pad and a pen, on it, was a list.

"Oh? Do explain how you know what it is I like to do." He asked eyeing the pad quickly.

"Do you want to do this or not?" she snapped. He sat back and she took a breath, unsure why she was suddenly so pent up. A deep breath and a sip of coffee made her feel a bit clearer. "We both like reading, the Magical Library is something of a sight to behold," she said.

He raised a brow and leaned forward again, a slight smile tugging at his lips, "I've been there," he replied. He offered no elaboration on the offer so she crossed it off her list.

"What about the Arboretum in London? They have a rather large section on plants, both magical and muggle," she suggested, moving on to the next item on her list.

"It's not nearly as impressive as you think," he replied, "The glasshouses at Hogwarts have a better stock of ingredients and we both know they are not that good."

"Alright, how about walking through the glades near the moors?" she said, "There are several ingredients that can be harvested while we are there."

"My stores are fine," he shrugged as he sipped his coffee again. She crossed them both off her list and looked at the next one. From here onwards, they were mostly what she found fun and didn't really know if he would be interested in them. The curt answers he gave only served to annoy her and she sat back in her chair, this time assessing him back. She couldn't help wonder what his idea of fun was if he'd done the things she'd suggested already.

"Go on then, what would you do for fun?" she asked picking up her mug again. He fell silent for a moment and appeared as though he was considering it.

"Certainly not what was going on at the Burrow a few nights previous," he said after a long while.

"Of course not!" Hermione agreed, "My head was awful the day after, I can't imagine doing anything like that again for some time!"

"Not too dissimilar to your suggestion of a walk through the moors, I know of a glade where moonflowers are rumoured to grow. I wish to harvest some but cannot do so alone," he said. His eyes turned cool once again as he drained his mug. She digested the idea, not sure how fun it would actually be but he'd shot down her ideas neatly enough so she nodded.

"Alright, I'll help you," she said. She tried to sound a little more enthusiastic than she felt but knew she'd failed when she saw his expression darken even further. "Really, I'd be happy to, how do we harvest these mushrooms?"

His eyes were still narrowed but he gave a curt nod, "At night, we have to walk to the grove carrying what we need and wait until the moon has risen. Then, one of us cuts the mushrooms and the other has to brew them into a paste. I can let you know the procedure while we walk there," he explained. His expression was guarded but she nodded.

"I'll bring my harvesting kit with me," she said.

"Do you have a silver knife?" he asked. She nodded, "Make sure you wash it with butterspear root before we meet."

"I've got some so, yes. When are we going?" she asked.

"The full moon is next Friday," he replied. That was ten days away, plenty of time to get together everything she needed for the journey, including new walking boots.

"I'll come and meet you at Hogwarts then?" Hermione said as she drained her mug. He gave a curt nod.

"About seven in the evening will do nicely, it will be a long walk to the glade, I suggest you dress warmly, the forecast is snow at the moment." Hermione nodded and set her cup aside.

"I look forward to it," she said giving him a warm smile, "I'll try an think of some other things we can do for fun before Friday," she added as she stood up. He gave a nod and she tucked her notepad back into her bag. "Until Friday then?"

"Until then," he said. His voice much softer than it had been for the rest of the meeting and she gave him a smile. A quick nod and she left the building, wondering what on earth she was getting herself in for.