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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
Also, I realized that I filled their cabinets/fridge with food when I said they didn't go grocery shopping. So let's just pretend that while the movers were unpacking, Hermione called the local grocery store with a list of items they wished to purchase and they were delivered in the same night. That works.
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The week passed too quickly for Hermione; who was sitting on the couch and going over the
translated manuscripts when Fawkes arrived. The young girl smiled down at the ancient phoenix,
stroking his feathers softly. Fawkes emitted a soft trill, sensing that the witch wanted him to wait
around for a while.
"Severus is sleeping." She told the bird, and was amazed when he appeared to nod in understand.
"He's been working non-stop on these manuscripts all week; I've had to force him into bed more
than once. And even then, he's only slept for an hour, two at the most." Hermione shook her head
and sighed wearily. "I just wish he wouldn't work himself so hard." She murmured, untying the
letter from Fawkes' outstretched leg.
Hermione was thankful that only one piece of parchment had been delivered; and she prayed that
the contents inside were only a letter from Albus, and not more work. They were still working on
plans to ferret out the traitor; and Severus deserved a nice, healthy dose of sleep.
Unrolling the parchment, Hermione sighed in relief.
Severus and Hermione,
I hope this letter finds you well once again. I'm sorry that I dropped such an immense load on
your shoulders last week. I highly doubt Severus got more than 6 hours of sleep, total, in the last
week. Hermione, please make sure he gets some rest and relaxation before moving on with
developmental plans.
Speaking of which, we still have no leads as to who the traitor could be. Our only other spy in
Voldemort's Ranks hasn't recognized any of our Order at the meetings; or subsequent killing
sprees. Hopefully my two brightest minds will think of something.
Stay well.
Albus
"Other spy?" Hermione wondered out loud, a crease of worry in her brow. It could very well be
this 'other spy' that was the traitor. Working both sides of the fence and probably getting a huge
kick out of the entire situation. But who was the other? "Perhaps Sev will know." She murmured,
pushing out of her seat and walking down the hallway to the older man's bedroom. Knocking
softly, Hermione opened the door slowly and let herself in.
Severus was curled in a ball, hugging one of the pillows while his legs were wrapped around half
of his blankets. His raven-black hair sprawled around his head in a halo-like manner; and his face
looked more peaceful than Hermione had seen in the entire time she had known him. He
looked...beautiful.
Smiling warmly, she shuffled over to the bed and sat on the edge. She reached out a hand and
softly brushed a stray lock of hair from his eyes, letting her fingers linger over the soft lines of his
cheek.
"Severus." Hermione murmured finally, continually stroking his cheek. "Severus, wake up.
Fawkes is here."
Long lashes fluttered against the onslaught of wakefulness, to which Hermione awed at. He was
breathtaking in the innocent state of sleep. A wicked thought crossed through her mind at that
moment; flashes of scenes from her favorite Muggle fairytale.
"Sleeping Beauty. What do I have to do to wake you?" She whispered, leaning down until her
face was mere inches from her former Potions Master's. "Wake up." Hermione breathed out,
before lowering her lips to meet with his. At first, the soft lips below hers were still, but soon
they began to move; pressing deeper in an almost urgent need. She felt his arms snaking up and
around her waist, pulling her body closer as she maneuvered her own hands around his neck.
Finally, breaking for air, Hermione opened her eyes and was startled to meet a pair of smoky,
intense, black eyes. She was breathing heavily, but he had a soft smirk on his face.
"So. It does work." She said at last, still breathless. Severus let out a husky laugh, rolling over so
that she was no longer draped over him; but was still safely in his arms beside him.
"Indeed." He quirked an eyebrow and flashed her a toothy smile.
"Wow. You should do that more often."
"Do what?" Severus asked while untangling his legs from the bed covers. He grunted a few times
at the effort, but finally kicked them off the edge. Hermione giggled as she watched them go
over.
"Smile." She answered, resting her head on a pillow. Her arms were still locked around his neck,
and she unconsciously began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Oh!" He said, more from the feelings her ministrations were causing, than in response to what
she said. Slowly, Severus began moving his own hands along the small of her back, eliciting a
soft sigh.
"Severus, what are we doing? What is going on between us?" Hermione inquired, eyes closed.
She so desperately wanted the answer, but at the same time she didn't. She loved being with this
intelligent man; the only male who could stimulate both her body and mind. And now that he
was out of Hogwarts and washed his hair regularly, he wasn't that bad looking. She only hoped
that he felt the same.
"I don't know." He murmured in reply to both questions; for he sincerely didn't know. Here was
this amazingly beautiful and smart girl that evoked feelings in him that he hadn't felt in decades.
He hadn't held such intellectual conversation with another human being since he left Hogwarts;
but he hadn't witnessed a beauty such as hers since Lily. But she was his former student...
"Former." He whispered.
"What was that?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Oh! Nothing. Just thinking aloud."
"Oh." Hermione regretfully pulled away from Severus and hopped off the bed. "Fawkes is
waiting." She called over her shoulder as she exited the bedroom. Severus sighed heavily and
stood up; stretching before he followed her to the living room. When he got there, she was just
setting out a bowl of treats for Albus' bird. He moved around the other side of the couch and sat
down; leaning over to pick up the translated documents from the coffee table.
It was a good thing they had been recovered. They outlined the construction and making of the
ultimate weapon against wizard kind. The device, which was a large, oval shaped contraption,
drained magical energy from within fifty miles of it's location. That meant all witches, wizards,
magical creatures, devices, and the such. There was also a document dedicated solely to a
vaccine for the weapon; so that Voldemort and his many minions wouldn't lose power while the
weapon was employed.
Severus reviewed the documents quickly, before rolling and sealing them with a golden ribbon.
There was also a letter included from the hidden duo. The contents were brief, but explanatory.
Albus,
We are well, so stop your fretting. No, we haven't hexed each other; and no, we don't intend to.
Severus had snorted out loud as he wrote this. In a way, it was a humorous situation. He could
honestly say that he'd never had the want or will to live with, or hide out with, any Gryffindor.
Especially one of the members of the 'Dream Team'. But the past few weeks proved that the want
and will was very much alive.
The translation was laborious and very difficult; but I'm glad I completed it in time. The contents
of these documents are very VITAL to the survival of the wizarding race. Please study them very
carefully; and show only those who you would trust with your life. Remember, we still don't
know who the traitor is.
Also, who is this other spy? I never knew of another while I was spying for the Order. Hermione
thinks that maybe this person could be playing both sides of the fence; feeding information back
and forth. Perhaps you should investigate. However, if that is not the case, we are still continuing
to devise a strategy to reveal the traitor.
For now, that is all. Best regards.
Severus and Hermione
"Here you go, Fawkes." Hermione cooed as she fastened the bundle of parchment to his leg. He
let out one last trill before disappearing with a pop. Hermione turned to Severus and fell onto the
couch beside him. She gave him a searching look, but he only smiled back.
"Hermione?" He looked at her, a desperate longing in his eyes. He didn't know why they were
doing this; but what he did know was that he was having one hell of a time trying to stop himself.
"Yes?" She breathed back in reply, hope in her own eyes. Her heart began to beat faster as he
extended a hand and cupped her cheek softly, running his thumb along the side of her face.
"I don't know what is going on between us," He began, leaning forward slightly, "but I know that
I don't want it to stop." Hermione's eyes grew wide at the words, but fell shut as he swooped in
and closed his mouth on hers. The kiss was soft; hesitant at first, but Hermione threw her arms
around Severus' neck and pulled him closer.
Neither could describe what they were feeling; both too scared to.
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