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Author: Joy

Title: Black Cadillac

Rating: PG-13

Summary: In answer to the 'Snape's Wheels' plotbunny on WIKTT. The year is 1999, and the war rages on. But for two of wizarding kind's brightest minds, the time has come where survival is priority. Can they find escape together? Will they find it in one another? SS/HG.

AN: The title is inspired by Jordan Avenue's song 'Blue Cadillac'. A great song to listen to while reading this fic! Check out the artist at jordanave.com

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Hermione's eyes fluttered open slowly, as the first rays of the new morning filtered through the still undressed windows. She felt wonderful, after a full night's sleep, and was ready to get up and attack the morning. However, she was feeling oddly comfortable and warm, so she closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed, a content smile on her face.

"What the...?" Hermione's eyes flew open as the bed gave a low, purring moan at her actions. 'Bed's don't moan.' She thought to herself, before the sleepy haze lifted from her mind and she gained enough sense to turn her head slowly and look behind her. "Severus!" She squeaked, finally remember the night before, and how she had fallen asleep with her head cradled in his lap. He must have layed down sometime later, for they were now spread across the couch, his arm drapped protectively over her midsection.

Hermione's head was swimming. She didn't know what to do. She was afraid that when he woke up, he was going to be angry with her for falling asleep on him and subsequently causing him to have to sleep on the couch with her. But at the same time, her body was protesting loudly. It seemed to have grown quite a fondness for the warmth that his long, hard body provided. But as always, Hermione's brain ruled over anything else.

Quietly, she tried to wriggle out of his grasp and off the couch. But luck, it seemed, wasn't on her side. Her slow motions only caused her to snuggle deeper against his body. Throwing all caution to the wind, she began squirming quickly, in hopes that the faster motion would propel her from the couch.

"Miss Granger." A smooth voice whispered in her ear, causing her to freeze in the middle of her actions. "I suggest cease squirming, if you don't want to embarress yourself, and myself, further." His tone still held a lilt of sleepiness to it, but it also seemed pained. And husky. Hermione, being the quick thinker that she was, realized right away what he was referring to. A deep blush rose upon her cheeks as she buried her head into the couch.

"I'm sorry." She murmured, sighing softly. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"I was awake long before you."

"Oh." Her face was full of surprise as he finally moved his arm from her waist. Swinging one leg over the edge of the couch, she propelled her body forward; landing on the floor with a soft thump. "Well. That was gracefull." Hermione spoke sarcastically to herself as she manuevered into a sitting position. It was while she was hastily brushing hair from her face that she heard it. The most beautifully erotic thing she had ever heard.

Her head whipped around and big, brown eyes stared at her former Potions master with surprise.

"You're laughing!" And he was. Not just the soft chuckles she was growing used to; but loud, gutteral noises that were rich and smooth, and stirred more than one feeling in both her heart and nether regions. Growing uncomfortable, she quickly scrambled to her feet and hurried towards the kitchen. As she prepared a pot of coffee, she could hear the soft strains of laughter emanating from the living area. Hermione shifted on her feet and blushed lightly as she turned on the coffee maker and moved over to the refridgerator to prepare breakfast.

It was while she was in the middle of arranging the various foods on their plates, that Severus decided to make his way into the kitchen. Though he wasn't laughing anylonger, Hermione noticed his playful smirk at once.

"What did you make? It smells delicious." He commented as he retrieved a coffee mug from the cabinet and poured himself a cup. Hermione didn't speak as she brought the two plates over to the eat-in island, but she finally managed to look him in the eye as she moved beside him to prepare her own coffee.

"I made us three cheese, pepper, and bacon omlets, as well as maple sausages and wheat toast." She spoke softly, stirring the cream in her cup as she moved slowly back to the island. Pulling over a stool, she set her mug down and climbed onto her seat. Severus repeated her actions while examining the food before him.

"It looks wonderful." He spoke sincerely as he picked up his fork and took his first bite. The loan moan that he emitted was remnisciant of the one from that morning, and made Hermione blush for the third time. "And it tastes heavenly." He added, sipping at his coffee.

"I'm glad you like it." Hermione smiled hesitantly and began picking at her own food.

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A week had passed before they recieved any word from Albus. Hermione was in the middle of putting up the last curtain in the living room, and Severus was engrossed in a tv show that Hermione had introduced him to. She could still remember the entire incident, and it brought a faint smile to her face.


"Hermione, what is this contraption?" Severus was staring at the television set that had just been delivered and installed. Hermione hurried through the kitchen doors and looked at the man in amusement, before walking over to the big, black box and pressing a button on it. Severus jumped in surpise as it came to life before him. She laughed before walking back out to the kitchen.

She was gone for less than a minute; however, when frantic shouting erupted from the adjoining room. Panicked, Hermione whipped out her wand and ran through the swinging door. Only to find Severus jumping up and down and pointing at the telly.

"There are people trapped in the box! Trapped! We have to help them!" His eyes were huge, and full of worry as he withdrew his own wand. Hermione had burst out laughing, before explaining to him the nature of a television.

Hermione laughed lightly at the memory, but was quickly quieted when a soft pop sounded behind her. She turned around at the same time that Severus shut off the tv, only to behold Fawkes standing on their coffee table, in all his splendor. The pheonix let out a soft trill as Severus stroked his back and Hermione retrieved the letter. She unrolled it quickly and began reading the contents aloud.


Severus and Hermione,

I appologize for not contacting you sooner; but I wished for you to become situated in your new home before burdoning you with piles of work. I do hope you are comfortable with this arrangement, and haven't hexed eachother yet.

Severus laughed gruffly, rolling his eyes. Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him, a soft smirk on her face before she continued reading the letter.

Now, on to business. We still haven't been able to find the traitor amongst our ranks; but we believe them to be a member of the Order, as Order members are privvy to more classified information than Ministry officials. Among other things, we need our two brilliant minds to help devise a plan to ferrett the individual out. And hopefully, it is only one person.

Also, I have sent along documents retrieved from Voldemort's inner circle. We believe that they outline his intentions, and possibly his whereabouts. However, the language they are written in is very ancient; almost archaic. We hope that one of you may be able to translate more successfully than anyone here. After all, you two were the scholars of the group.

I will return Fawkes in one week, to get an update.

Be safe.

Albus


Hermione seperated the pile of documents from the letter and handed them to Severus. As he looked over them, she wrote a quick reply; informing Dumbledore that they were getting along fine and that they're living arrangements were more than comfortable. She also wrote that they would try and have the documents translated by the following week. Quickly rolling the parchment, she attatched it to Fawkes and patted his head softly. He gave another quiet trill before disappearing with a pop.

After quickly finishing the last curtain, Hermione returned to Severus' side and sat down on the couch. She was quietly observing him as he looked over the papers. His eyes were furrowed, a look of intense concetration on his face. She couldn't help but admire him at his best.

Finally, he sighed heavily and set the papers down.

"What do you think?" She asked quietly, gaze shifting back and forth between the pile and the man.

"They're written in Ancient Atlantian."

"Atlantian!?" She exclaimed in surprise. Sure, she had the myths and legends about the fabled place, but had never thought them to be true.

"Yes. Atlantis did exist, and it was a city of magic." He replied calmly, rubbing his eyes and massaging his temples. Hermione could only gape at him.

"How could you tell that it was Atlantian?" She asked finally, picking up the papers and marveling over the anicent script.

"I was part of Voldemort's inner cirlce. I was privvy to many things; and was also one of the select few charged with learning the ancient language." He explained, though his voice sounded weary. Hermione gave him a questioning look, that spoke more than words ever could. "It is a very slow and tedious process to translate Atlantian to English. It will take me the entire week; most likely with very little sleep."

"Oh! We don't have to have it done by next week! We can just tell Albus that it will take a few more days than planned." She spoke soothingly, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. The touch sent shocks through his body that, much to his displeasure, went straight to his groin. Severus shifted in his seat.

"It must get done. Besides, I've survived on less."

"All right then. If you insist." Leaning over, Hermione gave him a quick kiss on the cheek for support, before setting the papers down and standing. "I have complete faith in you. For now, I'll work on a plan to catch the traitor." She turned around to see if that was all right with Severus, but was surpised to find that his hand was raised to his face and he was staring with wonder at her. "What?" She asked.

"Why did you do that?" He whispered softly, voice catching slightly. Hermione gave him an odd look.

"Do what?"

"Kiss my cheek."

"Oh. That. I just wanted to reassure you; let you know that I had faith in you and I would be here for you." She replied softly, but a rosy tint had risen on her cheeks. Severus finally let his hand fall, but his look of wonder was now replaced with content.

"Thank you."


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