-=Ms. Rowling, thank you, for permitting us to enjoy your characters in new sick and twisted ways.=-
Cheap Thrills
Haze of Gratification
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"Sir?" Snape settled behind his desk.
"You submitted an article," tapping the British Elixir Journal.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Congratulations. Quite an accomplishment." looking sour. "Don't let it go to your head."
"Certainly Sir."
"You haven't requested a letter of recommendation."
"May I be candid, Sir?" Snape nods. "You're the best Potions Master anywhere, but you can be a hateful git. I didn't think you'd give me one, so I didn't bother."
"Thank you," leaving his meaning open to interpretation.
Snape stands, steps around his desk. Presents his letter of recommendation.
Dumbfounded, morphed to excitement. "Sir." Wraps arms around his neck, hugging him.
His lungs expanded against hers. Hermione wipes tear. Looks at the letter, takes his hand in sincere thanks.
Brushing her frowzy hair from her face, "You deserve it Hermione. I expect you'll be trying to save the world from itself, soon enough."
Sincerely touched, embraced him, pressing her cheek to his firm chest. "Thank you, Professor." Warm, so warm.
Touching the back of her hair delicately. It's Severus. "Run along, I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation."
Swatting him playfully, she left in a haze of gratification.