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earl grey mist

"You need a break," Hermione tells him in no uncertain terms. He's grown so used to her moving about within their wards, he'd neglected to notice when she'd left their quarters to enter his classroom. Unexpected, she'd caught him with his head down on his desk, momentarily despairing of his students' ability to ever master his subject, at least if these O.W.L.s were anything to go by. Merlin's bloody bollocks. The results were abysmal.

The Arithmancy apprentice plops herself down unceremoniously next to him on the edge of his desk, leans over and begins to massage his shoulders. "Goodness are you tense." Collapse )


For snapecentric1, because you asked 😉, and hopelesliehermn. Happy Birthday, hopelesliehermn, and many much happier returns of the day. 🎂🍰🎁🎉 (🎈Here's hoping by the time next year's birthdays roll around we're not still in lockdown. 😐)

Happy Birthday, E!

From one danger noodle to another: Happy Birthday, erexen! 🎂🎉🎁🥰 Hugs and oodles of love, oh, and fic! 😉

"happy christmas, severus 1 / 2" (LJ / DW) Christmas 1998. After a perfectly lovely snog, Hermione invites herself round to Severus'. Now he just needs to figure out what to do with her. She's happy to supply him with suggestions.

"happy christmas, severus 2 / 2" (LJ / DW) Christmas 1998. Hermione sleeps with Severus after all... (Seriously??? Probably not. 😆)

They're part of the christmas spirit AU. I hope I got them about right. I don't know what I'd do without you, sweetie. Thanks for being you. ❤️

Better late than never...

Life's been... So I'm just getting to this now. (Sorry.) But I wanted to wish grooot a happy, if belated, birthday. <3 (I hope it was a good one?)


And just a little bit of silliness that I spent way too long on... (mywitch, so I don't embarrass myself completely, you aren't allowed to look. *nods* Also this is what happens when you use 20 year old software, just saying. I'm frankly kind of impressed it still worked at all, tbh.)Collapse )

Arrrrrr, Me Mateys!

Once again, another Talk Like a Pirate Day has rolled around...

"'Just go for a nice punt on the river,' she says..." Clang. Slash. "'A boat ride and a spot of torte'..." Whack. Splash. Clink.

"Well you asked me what I wanted to do..." Grunt. "And it is my birthday after all... Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Not the Victoria Sponge!"

Laugh. "Who was the one craving a 'spot of torte'? Fine. Mobilicorpus!" Howl.

"Avast ye..."

"Levicorpus!" Yowl. "Witch, I swear it's the same every year. It's as though the day were cursed..."

"Oh, cheers. Thanks for that."

"You know exactly what I mean." Wail. "If you insist upon aquatic activities, we shall confine ourselves to the Black Lake in the future and perhaps the scurvied scoundrels can be..." Hack. Slash. Groan.

"Circumvented? You were the one who said it was getting nippy. 'Portkey to parts warmer,' sound familiar?"

"Yes, well if I should make that mistake again, be so good as to remind of the purpose of Warming Charms, would you?"

"As you wish, Severus, as you wish. But failing that, we could always huddle together for warmth."

"Hmm. Indeed." Thwack. Splash. Moan. "There's nothing quite like a woman who thinks on her feet."

🎈Happy Birthday, Hermione! 🍾🥂🎂🍰🎁🎉

Chocolate Wacky Cake

The Forbidden Forest still exerts an irresistible pull, despite a plethora of perfectly terrifying experiences there in the past. Perhaps it's the wizard at her side that makes her feel sure those encounters are unlikely to be repeated, and should any overtly aggressive Acromantulas dare to put in an appearance (to say nothing of sinister centaurs), Hermione is absolutely certain she and Severus are more than up to the task of managing the situation. It doesn't hurt, of course, that the students (exhibiting more wisdom than she and her friends had been inclined to back in their day) tend to shun the place as if their lives depend on it. (To be fair, it's entirely possible they do.) But it's nice to get away from the castle of an evening and enjoy one another's company without the throngs of prying eyes and ears causing the already exceedingly reticent man beside her to become even more withdrawn.

In private of late, he tended to open up nicely, and she's enjoyed getting to know the man behind the deliciously wicked sense of humour. More and more she's come to understand what drives him, and to cherish these moments alone.

And of course the promise of a being able to procure a few rare ingredients by the light of the full moon? When their potency was more than doubled? What more could a Potions Master and the Arithmancy Mistress assisting him with his latest project ask for?

With a smile she follows him readily into the woods.


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Happy Birthday, adafrog, and many happier returns of the day. 🎂🍰🎉

Right, I promised orlando_switch and mywitch my wacky cake recipe, so here it is. Unfortunately I couldn't find my notes about the spices I added to make it a lebkuchen variant, but next winter at the latest, I'm sure I'll be back at it again. 😉

Dreamy Dessert - the Mojito Syllabub


"Nimue's knickers, is that... is that armadillo bile???"

Affronted, Severus responds, "Surely you jest." Hermione wisely holds her tongue in the face of his raised-eyebrow-of-outrage. "Miss Granger, that question alone would, were you still a student, warrant seeing you never received a N.E.W.T. in Potions.


"It may justify retroactively revoking yours, in fact." Collapse )

Happy birthday, dreamy_dragon73. 🎂🍰🎁🎉

Some of hubs' colleagues have been complaining about a lack of ingredients for cakes. (And it may have just taken us nearly two months to score some... 😕) So here's something yummy that doesn't need flour at least. Hope your birthday is a lovely one. ❤️

The Second Epilogue... Time

Previously in the Adventskalender fic...

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10 January, 1993. Very early.

Hermione stretches an arm languidly above her, positively radiant in her post-coital bliss, as she turns on her right side to snuggle into the warm chest beside her. A happy humming sound she hadn't intended to make but just can't suppress accompanies her efforts to burrow her way in deeper under Severus' left arm. She snares his hand carefully in her right, mindful not to wake him, resting their clasped hands just beneath her breast and pulling that arm tighter around her like the world's most wonderful blanket. It borders on perfection.

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Happy Valentine's, folks. ❤️



"Hermione, get down from there."

"Are you kidding? I only just got up here. And it was no easy task, let me tell you..."

"When you said you thought the beverage was good enough to bathe in, I didn't think you meant that quite so literally."

"What have I been telling you about wizards failing to take their partners seriously?"

"Somehow I didn't think this was what you meant then either..."

"Clearly we need to work on our communication," she responds a bit smugly. And then after a moment adds, "I don't suppose you could give a witch a leg up, could you? This is harder than it looks."

"I'd be more than happy to," he replies, sounding it. She's just about to wonder at it when he continues, "Levicorpus," and she finds herself dangling arse over tip over an otherwise rather delightful Kool-aid Cooler. Delightful, that is, when one's hair isn't hanging in it, at any rate...

Kool-aid Cooler

375 g ice cubes
150 g white wine (preferably more sweet than dry)
50 g sugar, or the equivalent substitute
1 pack of unsweetened Kool-aid (I prefer grape. ❤️)

Blend the bejeezus out of it and then sip until the brainfreeze sets in.

Keep cool, peeps. 🍾🍸



‘Severus, no! It’s just a boggart! He can’t help it...’

‘Tell Neville to report to Filch. Immediately. And someone needs to recapture that boggart. Soonest.’

fawkesylady394, something like that what you were thinking of? 😊

Disclaimer: No wine was consumed during the photo shoot. (Possibly because the glasses were required elsewhere. 😉)