Ahhh, and now Crabbe realizes Just How screwed he is... dun dun duuuuuun. *smirks evily* Darn Crankshaft, he outed hidden Harper, poor guy.
[Now that sheās no longer scandalised by the idea of an inflammatory āthank youā card - it had seemed to rather defeat the purpose - she can look at it more objectively.
Heās captured her quite nicely, which strikes her as kind. Sheās there in the blouse sheās currently wearing, and whether deliberate or not, heās depicted her hair with the waterfall break Madam Pomfrey had charmed on Sunday. Hermione had liked it, she thinks, looking at the card. It had flattered her. She has to wonder, in passing, if heād liked it, too.]
[He raises his wand, points it at the stamp, prepares to perform the āFinite Incantatemā to reduce it to parchment once more, and just in time she realises what he means to do. āWait!ā She cries out, her hand shooting up without thinking to grab his arm. āYou canāt destroy that...ā
āYou didnāt mean to keep it?ā
She blushes and puts it with her things, āThatās what Reducios are for...ā The stamp and seal soon join it. āIt was my parchment anyway,ā she mumbles under her breath as though it might justify the response...]
The little things are what Tell the story, this gorgeous little interaction is so adorable in it's simplicity. These are precisely the type of generically comfortable times that proves to be a building blocks to a real relationship!
[āMiss Granger, Iām not accustomed to expressing my appreciation all that often. It would simplify matters, greatly, if I didnāt have to fight you to do so on one of the rare occasions I attempt to.ā
She looks at him for a long moment, collecting herself before responding. āYouāre clearly selling yourself short. I can point to a dozen āthank youā notes from this evening alone...ā
Cheeky thing.]
Sorting the "gifts", working to help each other with something domestic in nature, both of them "teaching" each other soothing bits of minutia.
[At the gasp, heād started to watch her more closely, how she ran her fingers, probingly across the surface, the spindles of the door. The āOooh!ā as she began to realise what heād done.
āItās real wood!ā She coos. Severus finds the sound odd, because he really isnāt used to it. ]
[Hermione immediately blushes at her reaction, because the key thing wasnāt that it was real as opposed to expertly Transfigured wood. Mere hours ago, she couldnāt have told the difference anyway. No, what really mattered was he had made this for her. And sheās doing a piss poor job of letting him know that.
Severus is so used to doing things that donāt go appreciated, heās actually more comfortable with the response. On the contrary, heās greatly pleased that she had learnt from his earlier attempt to teach her the differences. Thatās something that annoys him almost daily, that people refuse to learn what he endeavours to teach... ]
[And sheās run out of descriptors in the process. (He finds that funny, particularly the look on her face when she mentally adds her own name to the list of people she needs to gift imaginary thesauri to.) But Hermione feels his initial pleasure, and subsequent amusement and slowly it reaches her and keeps her from tumbling arse over tip into something irredeemably awkward. (Although she does her very best to come so incredibly close while still scraping for adverbs.)
āThank you,ā she finally finishes, slightly breathless, looking fondly over her shoulder at the table again. āItās magnificent.ā
āYouāre quite welcome,ā he replies evenly, and then he smirks. āAnd that is how one graciously accepts someoneās gratitude.ā]
Hermione's reaction to Severus' efforts is priceless and perfect for him to receive graciously. Can't wait to watch these two growing into the people they have the potential to be to each other.
Far too much to write about to cover Everything I adore, so much to love in this story.
Thank You for the story and another Thank You to MyWitch for the spectacular Art provided. Hey Ginger, how cool would it be to Write MyWitch IN as the Art Professor!!!!??? Ohhhh and maybe a Severus look alike Cousin to keep for her own???
This... just exactly This kind of interaction SSHG! š
[Now that sheās no longer scandalised by the idea of an inflammatory āthank youā card - it had seemed to rather defeat the purpose - she can look at it more objectively.
Heās captured her quite nicely, which strikes her as kind. Sheās there in the blouse sheās currently wearing, and whether deliberate or not, heās depicted her hair with the waterfall break Madam Pomfrey had charmed on Sunday. Hermione had liked it, she thinks, looking at the card. It had flattered her. She has to wonder, in passing, if heād liked it, too.]
[He raises his wand, points it at the stamp, prepares to perform the āFinite Incantatemā to reduce it to parchment once more, and just in time she realises what he means to do. āWait!ā She cries out, her hand shooting up without thinking to grab his arm. āYou canāt destroy that...ā
āYou didnāt mean to keep it?ā
She blushes and puts it with her things, āThatās what Reducios are for...ā The stamp and seal soon join it. āIt was my parchment anyway,ā she mumbles under her breath as though it might justify the response...]
The little things are what Tell the story, this gorgeous little interaction is so adorable in it's simplicity. These are precisely the type of generically comfortable times that proves to be a building blocks to a real relationship!
[āMiss Granger, Iām not accustomed to expressing my appreciation all that often. It would simplify matters, greatly, if I didnāt have to fight you to do so on one of the rare occasions I attempt to.ā
She looks at him for a long moment, collecting herself before responding. āYouāre clearly selling yourself short. I can point to a dozen āthank youā notes from this evening alone...ā
Cheeky thing.]
Sorting the "gifts", working to help each other with something domestic in nature, both of them "teaching" each other soothing bits of minutia.
[At the gasp, heād started to watch her more closely, how she ran her fingers, probingly across the surface, the spindles of the door. The āOooh!ā as she began to realise what heād done.
āItās real wood!ā She coos. Severus finds the sound odd, because he really isnāt used to it. ]
[Hermione immediately blushes at her reaction, because the key thing wasnāt that it was real as opposed to expertly Transfigured wood. Mere hours ago, she couldnāt have told the difference anyway. No, what really mattered was he had made this for her. And sheās doing a piss poor job of letting him know that.
Severus is so used to doing things that donāt go appreciated, heās actually more comfortable with the response. On the contrary, heās greatly pleased that she had learnt from his earlier attempt to teach her the differences. Thatās something that annoys him almost daily, that people refuse to learn what he endeavours to teach... ]
[And sheās run out of descriptors in the process. (He finds that funny, particularly the look on her face when she mentally adds her own name to the list of people she needs to gift imaginary thesauri to.) But Hermione feels his initial pleasure, and subsequent amusement and slowly it reaches her and keeps her from tumbling arse over tip into something irredeemably awkward. (Although she does her very best to come so incredibly close while still scraping for adverbs.)
āThank you,ā she finally finishes, slightly breathless, looking fondly over her shoulder at the table again. āItās magnificent.ā
āYouāre quite welcome,ā he replies evenly, and then he smirks. āAnd that is how one graciously accepts someoneās gratitude.ā]
Hermione's reaction to Severus' efforts is priceless and perfect for him to receive graciously. Can't wait to watch these two growing into the people they have the potential to be to each other.
Far too much to write about to cover Everything I adore, so much to love in this story.
Thank You for the story and another Thank You to MyWitch for the spectacular Art provided. Hey Ginger, how cool would it be to Write MyWitch IN as the Art Professor!!!!??? Ohhhh and maybe a Severus look alike Cousin to keep for her own???