A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
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The smell of biscuits greeted Severus as he stepped in the front door. Immediately suspicious, he looked. His kitchen was still standing. There wasn't a single sign that Hermione had attempted to bake something and burned the house down. There were mixing bowls and cups in the dish dryer, but not a smudge of smoke was to be seen.
"Hermione?" he called out. He could hear someone moving in the sitting room. Hermione did love to sit in there and read, most of the time not even realizing he'd arrived home because she was too deep into her book.
He walked into the sitting room, looking for evidence Hermione had finally learned to bake, unlikely, or someone else had been inside his home. Hermione looked up from the book she'd been reading. There was a silver and blue tin sitting on the coffee table.
"Ginny was over and baked them, claims if she makes them at her house, she doesn't get to eat one before the kids grab them all," Hermione explained before Severus even had a chance to ask. She reached over and picked up the tin. "There's two kinds, chocolate chip and snickerdoodles. Also, we're out of butter again. I already added it to the list. She left some for us, knowing you'd probably want one since you can smell them from outside," she added, offering him a chocolate chip biscuit. He took it, took a bite and nodded.
"Ginny is welcome to come here and bake any time she'd like, as long as I get some," he stated, wondering if Hermione watched Ginny enough times, if she'd finally be able to bake something without almost burning down the house. Somehow he doubted it though. Still, if this was a way to get fresh biscuits without the damage, who was he to say 'no'?