Title: His
Team: Death eaters
Word Count: 100
Characters: Severus/Hermione, their child
A/N: a fluffy version of Pride :D
Sin: Pride/Vanity
He watched as Hermione twirled gracefully with their young daughter in her arms to an unknown beat, the little girl asleep in her mother's soft and secure embrace. His heart swelled when he though he did that, he helped create this gorgeous little girl. She has his black hair and pale skin. His Slytherin smirk. But better than all of that was that she was his daughter. Not Krum's, nor Weasley's but Severus' alone, that was what made him the proudest he could ever be, knowing that Hermione chose him to be her lover, and the father of her children.
Title: Her
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hermione/Severus, Minerva/Severus
Sin: Envy
A/N: I keep getting these quirky little ideas while I'm studying so I thought the best cure would be to unleash them on the grangersnape community : D. BTW turn here means resent.
It's positively gut wrenching. He may not laugh but he clearly enjoys HER presence. He does not order her to leave his side when others appear. She touched him in public and he is doing nothing, not snarling at her or making a snide comment...he just laughed! Am I not good enough for him? Hermione wanted Severus Snape and damned be the women who made her turn.
Harry and Ron watched Hermione watch Snape and McGonagall. They stared as she stabbed her potatoes with renewed vigour after seeing Snape tickle McGonagall; at least it was the potatoes and not them.
Title: Them
Team: Death Eaters(like it's a hard choice :D)
Word Count: 2 drabbles 100 words each
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Sin: Gluttony
A/N: Apparently it one doesn't seem to be the best cure, so I'm going for two ;P
I know what they say to her behind my back. He's too old 'Mione...You deserve better than this greasy git!...How can you love him still? But she doesn't care and neither do I. At first I just wanted to quench my hunger for her, but it could never be filled. I thought she was dating me to be kind until I realised: Her hunger was just as unfaltering as mine, it never reached its limits. I felt at times when she would betray me, a treat this sweet is not for one like Severus Snape, not even death can quench.
But could death quench it? I began to ponder this with firewhiskey in hand, while she stared at me with those big doe eyes; I could live in that innocence for ever...or was it deceit? Could my sweet be hungry for someone else's affections?
With her in his hold Severus gave Hermione his firewhiskey, letting her drain the last of the fire from the bottle along with the powder at the bottom. For extra precaution he dipped her in a low kiss, making sure her sweet lips touched the poison on his own, his hunger would be filled in death.
Title: She
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 2 drabbles at 100 words
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Sin: Lust and Wrath
A/N: I decided to twist the last drabble that I sent in (Gluttony) have fun with Lust and Wrath
(1)
The last song had been sung, the last hymn had been said; the last person had said their fake apology. Hermione had been bitter till the end, big doe eyes closed to all but one; allowing the pale and unrelenting rain to fall onto them when she looked into the sky, still kneeling in front of Severus' unmarked head stone, the words Amor vincit omnia engraved in swirling letters, her fingers traced them until her nails had gone down to no more than stumps. She laughed as she remembered her speech from that day "Why ache for a dead man?"
(2)
Hermione was angry, she could feel Severus but she knew that he wasn't there. She chuckled, the biting winds felt like his cool hands sliding down her thighs in her wet dress clinging to her curves.
"You bastard! I gave you everything and you still wanted me dead! Look who gets the last laugh? I hate you! I hate that I love you, I hate that after trying to kill us both you still made love to me. You even gave me the anti-poison potion! I hate how I still want you and I would do anything to have you."
Title: It
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count:
Sin: Greed/Avarice/Sloth
Characters: Severus/Hermione, Dumbledore
A/N: Hi all! Been a while in the making but I refused to post until I finished this sad little sin series perfectly, though I don't think this is it..enjoy!
"Stop It Severus"
Hermione continued her staring contest with Severus' portrait in the dungeon. After his death it had taken on a life of its own, following Hermione wherever she went in the castle not uttering a word. It was beginning to tire for this young widow, who still envisioned her wizened husband coming to claim her in the night, hold her close and give her her fill of him. In life she was able to take whatever he gave, his presence never filling her desire of him, his billowing cloaks taking with them her contented ease with the world.
(2)
She missed the eggshells, the long and heated fights, the fierce and amorous love making. She missed not having to grade her papers because he would complain that she was too nice and do it for her, while she slept in or lazed in his lap by the fire. She missed that guilty feeling when she did sleep in, he would come in with fresh blueberry pancakes and proceed to feed them to her. He made her feel greedy and lazy; other times the world revolved around him and his unsure decisions; he slow and precise . She missed him.