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Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione's in a tea shop called The Lucky Kettle? She still has Snape's ring, after three years. Why?
Dedication: none
Story Four: Tea for Two ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She hasn't returned the ring, I was so sure she'd owl it back by the middle of summer. The end of summer to be the most. But she hasn't and it's been three years now. I relived the last time I had spoken to her over and over again in my mind. I had told her to send it back when her feelings for me had subsided. But she hasn't yet, does that mean? No, it can't mean that, I mean it wouldn't. She probably forgotten about it, no she was never the type to forget something that impotent. She lost it, no it was charmed to return back to me if ever it was lost no matter who lost it. Stolen, no also charmed to return to me in that event. Thrown away, no she would have sent it back she wasn't disrespectful in that manner. I got up and started pacing my office. I couldn't get any work done, not with this chewing on my mind. It's been hunting the dark corners of my mind over the years only coming into the light while I dreamed. But lately it has been coming out forcing me to see it. I decried to go to town which was something very odd. I never stepped foot into Diagon Ally or Hogsmeed unless I needed to get supplies even then I tried to get them delivered to my door. I didn't like being in people's company more often then I needed to be. I was glad to be in my nice lonely house, with no one trying to ask me how'd I been, but in my house I had time to think, and in my time to think I thought about her. So I walked to Diagon Ally for it was closer to my house then Hogsmeed, also I hated Floo Powder and worse yet apperateing.
So there I was in the Leaky Caldron taping the brick to let me into the ally. I fond myself walking around in a sea of people that I didn't want to be with but that took my mind off of,
"Ms. Granger?" I asked myself seeing a bushy haired young woman in a new tea shop window. What was she doing here, she was suppose to be abroad studying philosophy and ancient wizardry civilizations. What was she doing back here in a tea shop called The Lucky Kettle, none the less? Before I could stop myself, I was in the door and a little sliver bell announced my entrance. Inside it was bright and cozy, a warm, and welcoming place. That even I found myself letting my guard down. I went and sat at the counter not seeing her any where. I must have mistook someone else for my former student. But then she came from behind the door leading into a kitchen, she looked up only seeing someone was sitting at the counter not who that someone was.
"Be right with you sir, one moment." Her arms were full with a tray of tea cups several sizes and colors. She looked to be swamped with how many people were here, making a light buzz in my ears with there conversions. But she looked cheerful and not as stressed as she had been during her school years. I watched as she served a group of older witches chatting on, she greeted them with a smile and they all seemed to know her. As she came back she took a pencil out from behind her ear and taking out a pad of paper out from her apron pocket stepped up next to my side.
"What would you like to order?" She asked not looking at me yet. I smiled at the fact she wouldn't lower her intelligence to say, "What'll it be." I looked over the menu written above me in colorful chalk,
"What would you recommend?" I asked and something clicked in her mind, I could see it in her down turned eyes. She looked up slowly at seeing me she froze, boy that was all to familiar.
"Hello Ms. Granger." I said with a smirk, She licked her lips and stared a moment. Then coming to herself stuttered,
"Professor S-s-Naape Hel-Hello." She looked at the menu and read it over, "Well I think you might like the Dragon's Spice." I nodded,
"Then I will have a cup, thank you." She nodded and walked over to the back wall that had a counter covered with tea boxes and kettles. She filled one of the kettles with water and put lose tea leaves in it. She took it over to a large hearth where she hung it with about ten other kettles one whistled as she was about to turn, she swished and flicked her wand the kettle fallowed her. She put it onto a tray with several cups and took it over to a table of goblins on there lunch break from Greengots. I watched as more kettles sang and she served each table with equal cheeriness, when the tables were done she'd clear the dishes and float them to the back room were I spotted a sink of dishes washing themselves as the door swung shut. My kettle was the last to boil she brought it over to me with a black cup. She gave me a nervous smile and looked around to she if any one needed anything else, no one did.
"Thank you, now if I may I would like to inquire of you about my ring." As soon as I mentioned it her hand touched her shirt, where it would be if it was still on her chain. She then reached into her shirt and with drew it. I didn't say anything about it only nodded as the bell above the door rang and she looked up to bid the goblins good bye. As the lunch time crowd left the shop fell silent. At last it was only her and I left.
"I am guessing you would like to know why I am here in this tea shop and not in Egypt at the moment." She said in the first clear sentence to me since I came in.
"It crossed my mind." She sat down next to me and took a deep breath.
"It didn't make me happy." She told me, I nodded and she went on. "Sure I love to learn and the whole studying abroad was great. But I wasn't happy." She frowned as if she found herself a failure.
"My parents didn't understand, but they let me do what I wanted. Partly because I refused to let them pay for the trip and I did that on my own. But no one understands they all expect such great things of me but I like it here in my tea shop." I understood all to well actually.
"Your tea shop?" She nodded.
"Yes my tea shop, it happen when I was in India. I was melancholy, home sick , and stressed out worse then when I missed finals. Then one day we stopped at a tea shop and I felt right at home there and then I knew what I wanted out of my life. So I hoped the next port key home and here I am." I had one other question on her name chose for the shop. she laughed,
"Well when I was buying all these kettles, that little red one there." I looked over to a high shelf above the door there sat the smallest tea kettle I had ever seen. "I got that in China and the wizard that sold it to me told me it'd bring me good fortune."
"Has it?" She smiled again,
"I am happier then I have been in a long time. You probably find me a failure and don't understand how in the world this can make me happy." I shook my head.
"You remind me of some one." She looked me over a moment,
"Who?" It was my turn to smile now,
"Me." A confessed look crossed her face,
"How so?" And began to tell her how I came to be a teacher.
"Like you people expected great things from me. My father thought I was to become a Ministry worker like himself. But I hated it, I had a job that would make me have more then enough money and respect then I could ever want. But I wanted to be a teacher, low paid and I am not really respect because the students don't like how stick I am." Hermione laughed as did I.
"Are you still happy teaching?" She asked me and I thought it over no one had ever asked me that.
"Yes I am, that even surprises me, you most likely think I hate all children and I am hating every minute of it." She shook her head no,
"I figured you must like it to have stayed this long." We fell silent a moment. She looked at the grandfather clock in the corner.
"Time to close up." I paid my bill and stood as she sent the kettle and cup into the back to get washed. I helped her wipe down the tables and stack the chairs for the night. We went out the door and she locked it behind us. I looked down at her seeing my ring glitter at her neck again.
"Why do you still have it?" I asked she blushed and looked down at her feet.
"You and I know very well why I still have it." I tilted her chin up with my hand a tear ran down her cheek.
"Silly isn't it?" She said with a sigh. I shook my head no then kissed her. She seemed as surprised as I was at my actions. But to late not to have done that but she kissed me back and I wrapped my arms about her like in a dream I had so long ago. It was clear that we had repressed our feelings for much to long and they were all flooding out at once. When it ended she had a teary smile on her lips and I wasn't with the normal sneer but a smile as well.
"Then these last three years were the last time I let you go."
Author Notes:
Thank you for reading my story even if it is the fourth one and you haven't even seen the third one.
Please review, why you ask? Well if you even bothered to read a story the fourth in the series and never even seen the third one why not do a little more and review?
Next story: *I have no idea I haven't written it yet But I think I might have Harry, Ron, and Hermione's parents find out about Snape's and her romance...Then again maybe not.*
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione's in a tea shop called The Lucky Kettle? She still has Snape's ring, after three years. Why?
Dedication: none
Story Four: Tea for Two ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She hasn't returned the ring, I was so sure she'd owl it back by the middle of summer. The end of summer to be the most. But she hasn't and it's been three years now. I relived the last time I had spoken to her over and over again in my mind. I had told her to send it back when her feelings for me had subsided. But she hasn't yet, does that mean? No, it can't mean that, I mean it wouldn't. She probably forgotten about it, no she was never the type to forget something that impotent. She lost it, no it was charmed to return back to me if ever it was lost no matter who lost it. Stolen, no also charmed to return to me in that event. Thrown away, no she would have sent it back she wasn't disrespectful in that manner. I got up and started pacing my office. I couldn't get any work done, not with this chewing on my mind. It's been hunting the dark corners of my mind over the years only coming into the light while I dreamed. But lately it has been coming out forcing me to see it. I decried to go to town which was something very odd. I never stepped foot into Diagon Ally or Hogsmeed unless I needed to get supplies even then I tried to get them delivered to my door. I didn't like being in people's company more often then I needed to be. I was glad to be in my nice lonely house, with no one trying to ask me how'd I been, but in my house I had time to think, and in my time to think I thought about her. So I walked to Diagon Ally for it was closer to my house then Hogsmeed, also I hated Floo Powder and worse yet apperateing.
So there I was in the Leaky Caldron taping the brick to let me into the ally. I fond myself walking around in a sea of people that I didn't want to be with but that took my mind off of,
"Ms. Granger?" I asked myself seeing a bushy haired young woman in a new tea shop window. What was she doing here, she was suppose to be abroad studying philosophy and ancient wizardry civilizations. What was she doing back here in a tea shop called The Lucky Kettle, none the less? Before I could stop myself, I was in the door and a little sliver bell announced my entrance. Inside it was bright and cozy, a warm, and welcoming place. That even I found myself letting my guard down. I went and sat at the counter not seeing her any where. I must have mistook someone else for my former student. But then she came from behind the door leading into a kitchen, she looked up only seeing someone was sitting at the counter not who that someone was.
"Be right with you sir, one moment." Her arms were full with a tray of tea cups several sizes and colors. She looked to be swamped with how many people were here, making a light buzz in my ears with there conversions. But she looked cheerful and not as stressed as she had been during her school years. I watched as she served a group of older witches chatting on, she greeted them with a smile and they all seemed to know her. As she came back she took a pencil out from behind her ear and taking out a pad of paper out from her apron pocket stepped up next to my side.
"What would you like to order?" She asked not looking at me yet. I smiled at the fact she wouldn't lower her intelligence to say, "What'll it be." I looked over the menu written above me in colorful chalk,
"What would you recommend?" I asked and something clicked in her mind, I could see it in her down turned eyes. She looked up slowly at seeing me she froze, boy that was all to familiar.
"Hello Ms. Granger." I said with a smirk, She licked her lips and stared a moment. Then coming to herself stuttered,
"Professor S-s-Naape Hel-Hello." She looked at the menu and read it over, "Well I think you might like the Dragon's Spice." I nodded,
"Then I will have a cup, thank you." She nodded and walked over to the back wall that had a counter covered with tea boxes and kettles. She filled one of the kettles with water and put lose tea leaves in it. She took it over to a large hearth where she hung it with about ten other kettles one whistled as she was about to turn, she swished and flicked her wand the kettle fallowed her. She put it onto a tray with several cups and took it over to a table of goblins on there lunch break from Greengots. I watched as more kettles sang and she served each table with equal cheeriness, when the tables were done she'd clear the dishes and float them to the back room were I spotted a sink of dishes washing themselves as the door swung shut. My kettle was the last to boil she brought it over to me with a black cup. She gave me a nervous smile and looked around to she if any one needed anything else, no one did.
"Thank you, now if I may I would like to inquire of you about my ring." As soon as I mentioned it her hand touched her shirt, where it would be if it was still on her chain. She then reached into her shirt and with drew it. I didn't say anything about it only nodded as the bell above the door rang and she looked up to bid the goblins good bye. As the lunch time crowd left the shop fell silent. At last it was only her and I left.
"I am guessing you would like to know why I am here in this tea shop and not in Egypt at the moment." She said in the first clear sentence to me since I came in.
"It crossed my mind." She sat down next to me and took a deep breath.
"It didn't make me happy." She told me, I nodded and she went on. "Sure I love to learn and the whole studying abroad was great. But I wasn't happy." She frowned as if she found herself a failure.
"My parents didn't understand, but they let me do what I wanted. Partly because I refused to let them pay for the trip and I did that on my own. But no one understands they all expect such great things of me but I like it here in my tea shop." I understood all to well actually.
"Your tea shop?" She nodded.
"Yes my tea shop, it happen when I was in India. I was melancholy, home sick , and stressed out worse then when I missed finals. Then one day we stopped at a tea shop and I felt right at home there and then I knew what I wanted out of my life. So I hoped the next port key home and here I am." I had one other question on her name chose for the shop. she laughed,
"Well when I was buying all these kettles, that little red one there." I looked over to a high shelf above the door there sat the smallest tea kettle I had ever seen. "I got that in China and the wizard that sold it to me told me it'd bring me good fortune."
"Has it?" She smiled again,
"I am happier then I have been in a long time. You probably find me a failure and don't understand how in the world this can make me happy." I shook my head.
"You remind me of some one." She looked me over a moment,
"Who?" It was my turn to smile now,
"Me." A confessed look crossed her face,
"How so?" And began to tell her how I came to be a teacher.
"Like you people expected great things from me. My father thought I was to become a Ministry worker like himself. But I hated it, I had a job that would make me have more then enough money and respect then I could ever want. But I wanted to be a teacher, low paid and I am not really respect because the students don't like how stick I am." Hermione laughed as did I.
"Are you still happy teaching?" She asked me and I thought it over no one had ever asked me that.
"Yes I am, that even surprises me, you most likely think I hate all children and I am hating every minute of it." She shook her head no,
"I figured you must like it to have stayed this long." We fell silent a moment. She looked at the grandfather clock in the corner.
"Time to close up." I paid my bill and stood as she sent the kettle and cup into the back to get washed. I helped her wipe down the tables and stack the chairs for the night. We went out the door and she locked it behind us. I looked down at her seeing my ring glitter at her neck again.
"Why do you still have it?" I asked she blushed and looked down at her feet.
"You and I know very well why I still have it." I tilted her chin up with my hand a tear ran down her cheek.
"Silly isn't it?" She said with a sigh. I shook my head no then kissed her. She seemed as surprised as I was at my actions. But to late not to have done that but she kissed me back and I wrapped my arms about her like in a dream I had so long ago. It was clear that we had repressed our feelings for much to long and they were all flooding out at once. When it ended she had a teary smile on her lips and I wasn't with the normal sneer but a smile as well.
"Then these last three years were the last time I let you go."
Author Notes:
Thank you for reading my story even if it is the fourth one and you haven't even seen the third one.
Please review, why you ask? Well if you even bothered to read a story the fourth in the series and never even seen the third one why not do a little more and review?
Next story: *I have no idea I haven't written it yet But I think I might have Harry, Ron, and Hermione's parents find out about Snape's and her romance...Then again maybe not.*