Prompt #9- Distance

The miles between them were not kind to Severus Snape. He was in Scotland, still teaching potions; she was in Cambridge, training to be an auror.
He had wanted her to become his apprentice, but didn't want to hold her back from her dream. She promised her heart belonged to him, and that she would come back, but he couldn't helpt but to be a little skeptical. After all, Snape did not have a good track record with women, especially young, beautiful ones.
The dried daisy she handed him was encased in the pendant around his neck. He fingered it absently.

"Something to remember me by." She smiled and tucked the flower into his Slytherin pendant; it looked so out of place, but he didn't care. "I'll be back before the last petal crumbles."
He had kissed her forehead. "Hermione..." but before he could tell her he loved her, she disapparated.

She apologized later, saying she had to go. The man sighed. The flower had one petal left now. He lay down in his bed, the last petal crushed in his hand while he slept.
A faint pop sounded within the room, and the young woman climbed into bed next to him and smiled. She kissed his cheek. "Told you I'd be back, Severus."

AN: Cute in it's own way. I KNOW that Hermione would probably not be an Auror. Honestly, I picture her in magical creature law enforcement or as a healer or as a teacher, anything, really, other than an Auror. But hey, it works for this. I'm not too sure where they would have their training, so yeah. I'm awful.