Title: Pass the Bottle
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: ((sigh)) If they were mine, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Okay, maybe I would be, but that's not the point. The point is that they aren't mine.
Hermione glanced up as a shadow fell over her. She recognized the man, even through her drunken haze. Swaying a bit, she muttered, "Severus."
His customary sneer was nowhere to be seen. Severus sat down beside his wife, his face, for once, showing the true pain he felt. The war was taking its toll on everyone. He held out a hand. "Pass the bottle, Hermione."
She did so, though she missed his hand by about two inches. "I'd give my wand hand for all of this to be over."
Severus just smiled sadly and drank from the whiskey bottle.