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firefly124Title: Last Copy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing: SS/HG
Rating: G
Word count: 322
Summary/Prompt: Snape/Hermione and a bookstore encounter... but not the usual, because they embarrassingly discover that they're each addicted to the same utterly trashy series of novels.
A/N: Happy belated birthday,bluestocking79! Hope you had a wonderful day and that you enjoy your gift.
There were times Hermione was just as glad that her friends never came to Flourish and Blott’s with her. Holding Thoughts on Transfigurational Theory, The Infinite Limits of Arithmancy, and Runic Ruminations braced against her hip with one arm, she reached for the single remaining copy of Marilyn Mouseworthy’s latest, Blue Dawn. The title made about as much sense as the last three had, and the plot was probably developed with the assistance of a dartboard, but something about these books just kept her coming back for more.
She closed her fingers around the book’s spine and entangled them with another set of fingers entirely. Annoyed, she snapped her head up and prepared to deliver a scathing remark that would have been truly brilliant had it not died on her lips the instant she saw the person to whom the hand was attached.
Professor Snape glared at her, the faintest tinge of red coloring his sallow cheeks, before snatching his hand back a half-second before she did the same.
“I believe I mistook this for another title,” he muttered.
“Right. Me too.” She turned and fled, unsure whether she was more flustered because he’d seen her grab for that awful book or because her fingers still tingled where they’d touched his.
As she reached the end of the aisle, she decided she was bloody well not leaving without her book, Snape or no Snape, and turned to Summon it only to see it flying in the opposite direction and disappearing around a corner.
“Bastard,” she muttered as she turned again towards the front of the shop and proceeded to pay for her other purchases.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the clerk asked.
She shot a look over her shoulder, but Snape and the last copy of Blue Dawn were nowhere to be seen.
“Nearly,” she replied, but she refused to explain, no matter how many times the clerk asked.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing: SS/HG
Rating: G
Word count: 322
Summary/Prompt: Snape/Hermione and a bookstore encounter... but not the usual, because they embarrassingly discover that they're each addicted to the same utterly trashy series of novels.
A/N: Happy belated birthday,
bluestocking79! Hope you had a wonderful day and that you enjoy your gift.There were times Hermione was just as glad that her friends never came to Flourish and Blott’s with her. Holding Thoughts on Transfigurational Theory, The Infinite Limits of Arithmancy, and Runic Ruminations braced against her hip with one arm, she reached for the single remaining copy of Marilyn Mouseworthy’s latest, Blue Dawn. The title made about as much sense as the last three had, and the plot was probably developed with the assistance of a dartboard, but something about these books just kept her coming back for more.
She closed her fingers around the book’s spine and entangled them with another set of fingers entirely. Annoyed, she snapped her head up and prepared to deliver a scathing remark that would have been truly brilliant had it not died on her lips the instant she saw the person to whom the hand was attached.
Professor Snape glared at her, the faintest tinge of red coloring his sallow cheeks, before snatching his hand back a half-second before she did the same.
“I believe I mistook this for another title,” he muttered.
“Right. Me too.” She turned and fled, unsure whether she was more flustered because he’d seen her grab for that awful book or because her fingers still tingled where they’d touched his.
As she reached the end of the aisle, she decided she was bloody well not leaving without her book, Snape or no Snape, and turned to Summon it only to see it flying in the opposite direction and disappearing around a corner.
“Bastard,” she muttered as she turned again towards the front of the shop and proceeded to pay for her other purchases.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the clerk asked.
She shot a look over her shoulder, but Snape and the last copy of Blue Dawn were nowhere to be seen.
“Nearly,” she replied, but she refused to explain, no matter how many times the clerk asked.
