Memory Three – Eat it, or else!
"Eat it," she told him, threatening dire consequences with her eyes if he refused. As if on cue, he shook his head stubbornly, lips clamped together. "Please?" Once again, her husband shook his head, this time adding a firm "no" to back it up.
"Why not?"
"Because, I am a Potions Master! I should be able to cure a little cold."
"This isn't a little cold, Severus Snape, and you will eat this, whether you like it or not," she told him, trying to shove the spoon into his mouth once more. This time, she managed to pour a little bit of the now-cooled concoction into his mouth, stifling a giggle when he gagged.
"Vile woman!"
"But you love me for it," Hermoine Granger-Snape told him smugly, preparing to force-feed him another spoonful.
"I'm not so sure of that anymore," he replied sourly, pouting slightly as he reclined in their king-sized bed. Hermoine set the bowl on the nightstand before sprawling out beside him, cuddling him close as she kissed his large nose. "Better?" she asked playfully.
"Getting there," he finally acknowledged grudgingly, not quite yet willing to let it go yet. "But I have yet to forgive you for feeding me that Muggle gunk."
"It's just chicken noodle soup!"
"It's disgusting, is what it is, little miss know-it-all."
"That's Mrs. Know-it-all, to you."
Author's Note:
Everybody now: I need a life, I need a life, I need a life, nanaa!
Hehehee. Who agrees with me that we need more SSHG fun? (:looks for raised hands:)