Moving On
Immediately, Severus felt remorseful. Hermione would hardly keep anything dangerous. As he looked at the smoldering ashes of what was probably a favorite toy, Severus feared Hermione's reaction. He turned to see Hermione biting her lip, her face strangely contorted. Before he could explain, Hermione doubled over with laughter.
It took Hermione a little while before she was capable of coherent speech. "Oh gosh, Severus…ten points for getting it right between the eyes… Ha ha."
Relieved, Severus pointed at the toy's remains. "What was that thing?"
"It's called a Furby. It was a gift."
"Hermione-"
"Don't worry, I hated it."
Apologies to Furby-lovers. No Furbies/Furbys were hurt in the making of this fanfic though their pride may have suffered a little.
I absolutely adored all of your comments! Glad you liked the last chapter so much. :D Sorry for the wait!