Snape & Granger go on vacation!
What happens on vacation stays on vacation or so the old adage goes. Thankfully for our favorite couple nothing too shocking occurs. Come and play with Hermione & Severus on holiday you might even get a tan.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Your list of completed quizzes to chose from now numbers 18! WOOT!
Thanks to bluestocking79 for thinking up this quiz idea and thanks to tinytexans for choosing it as her prize.
Match the quote to the story:
Snape Goes on Holiday by Josanpq
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini by maddyriddle
Paris When it Sizzles by Bellarossi a/k/agilded-glamour (WIP)
Down and Out in Bognor Regis by harrietvane
An Interpretation of Maladies by Azrael
Master of Enchantment by subvers
Sand Surf and Snape by snapebelomgstome (abandoned)
Hermione's Cinderella Adventure by blackeyedlily
I Have a Secret by ladyofthemasque
Mea Culpa by floorcoaster
On Earth as in Heaven by duniazade
Life's Little Instruction Book by melisande88
1. "I think I'd like to have a look at those handbags," said Ginny as she rummaged through her purse for the money to pay her part of the check.
"Oh! Ginny, look!" exclaimed Luna, pointing across the street.
Ginny looked up just in time to see Snape pulling Hermione behind him, and then running from the café and into an alleyway. "What's he-"
Luna was on her feet, reaching for her wand, when Ginny noticed someone else leaving the café.
"Luna, wait!" she cried, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her back into her seat. They watched as one of the waiters, a tall man with striking orange hair, ran from the restaurant.
"What's that?" Luna whispered, pointing discreetly to something in the man's hand.
Ginny frowned, trying to get a better look, but it was difficult because the man ran in the direction Snape had pulled Hermione. All she could discern was that the object was small and black, sunlight gleaming off its metal surface. The waiter disappeared into the alley, the sun shining off his bright hair. Ginny and Luna fidgeted, uncertain whether to interfere or wait. Moments later, when the waiter re-emerged, he was obviously distressed. The waiter didn't return to the restaurant but walked to the curb. He'd only been stationary for a fraction of a second when a black car screeched to a stop in front of him.
Ginny and Luna stood, stunned, as the waiter disappeared into the car which then sped down the street, around a corner and out of sight.
2. “Wotcher, Hermione!” she said gleefully, tossing her rucksack on top of Hermione’s robes. “All right, Severus?” she added, not wishing to leave anyone out.
Hermione jumped back from Snape, and his nostrils flared in self-approbation at her retreat. He nodded a greeting to Tonks, keeping a weather eye on Hermione. “Back for the weekend, Tonks?” he inquired.
Tonks grinned at him. “No, I’ve come to kidnap you lot for the weekend.”
Hermione goggled at her. “Leave Hogwarts? For the whole weekend? Will there be shade, Tonks? And breezes, and iced lemon?”
Tonks flopped down on a chair, and Hermione followed suit, her hopeful eyes fixed on Tonks’s face, Snape all but forgotten in the lure of cooler pastures.
It had been a tense two weeks. Each morning she reported to Snape’s office for her work assignments; each afternoon she delivered her completed work to him.
3. Hermione had heard that Severus Snape had been sent away from Hogwarts. Harry had relayed the information to her three days earlier while they had been standing beside the tea trolley, whilst she had been stuffing her face with a pumpkin pasty during the five minutes she had allowed herself for lunch. Harry had been to see Minerva McGonagall, who had told him that she thought Snape needed a holiday. Hermione remembered it distinctly because she had laughed along with Ron and joked that Snape had finally been sent to the nut house.
Now, here he was, and for a brief panicked moment, she felt a thrill of fear. Perhaps they had sent him to the mad house, which in turn meant that they had sent her to a mad house! It all made horrible sense. Where else would two people just take off all of their clothes and have sex in a public place and then ask a complete stranger to join in?
But she wasn't mad and she knew she wasn't mad, and so therefore Snape wasn't mad either. He was just burnt out and stressed - just like her .
4. Muggles. No magic. Potters. Weasleys. Children
Hell.
He also didn't see why he had to go. It had been pointed out to Hermione quite correctly and rather at length that neither he nor she were in any way related to the familia Potter, unless one counted the time in sixth year he'd managed a furtive snog and a grope of Lily Evans and her famous tits. Hermione, rolling her eyes, had declared that while that did not count, she was like a sister to Harry, the godmother of both his children, and a good friend of Ginevra. And he was her husband. The verdict was one of fucked-by-marriage. They were going. Besides, wasn't he always whingeing about needing a break? She refused to entertain his argument that any place with 'bog' in its name surely shouldn't count.
5. He hated being out in the heat of the afternoon sun, constantly needing to mutter cooling charms and smelling alarmingly enough like coconut. The Professor would have preferred to drink a potion that he had brewed himself to provide protection from the sun’s brutal UV rays. Unfortunately nothing seemed to keep his fair skin from burning better than the coconut scented muggle sunscreen which he had purchased and grudgingly slathered all over himself hours earlier. Why in the name of Merlin did the "Shaken, but Not Stirred" Potions Master’s Conference have to be held in such an inhospitable place?
Staring languidly out over the bikini-drenched beach Snape suddenly felt very old and very alone. Being stuck in a tropical paradise, a Nirvana filled with half-naked women did nothing to improve his mood only to darken it. He held no illusions that he was deemed unattractive by members of the opposite sex and fully accepted the fact that he was destined to spend his life in solitary confinement. He deserved no less.
6. It was wonderful to have a week away from Newton, Newton, Newton, Newton and Granger, the Arithmancy firm she had joined not long after the War. She had rapidly risen in the ranks of the firm, and now, at age twenty-seven, had been a full partner for two years. The most difficult part of the whole process had been the issue of the firm's sign. For hundreds of years the firm had been simply Newton, Newton, Newton, and Newton; sometimes just Newton, Newton, and Newton; or--well, the name repeated for as many Newtons as were currently partners.
7. Hermione shook her head. "I did not choose you, Severus. In actual fact, I had decided to spend my life in a series of meaningless affairs fit in somehow between my studies and my work." He didn't look pleased with that concept. "Then you knocked on my door one rainy night...
There was that slight blush again. She smiled.
"As for your being too busy, that's not why I think a relationship between us may work. I think that it would appeal to your own arrogance to have a partner who matches you in intelligence and ability. Someone who will understand the determination behind your successes, who will delight in challenging you. Maybe even draw you out of your dark dungeons."
"Balance, eh?"
Hermione nodded, more serious. "We both need someone to remind us of balance, Severus. Me as much as you." She stood up and came around to him. He moved his chair back and she sat on his lap, encircling his neck with an arm and bending for a kiss.
"Besides," she punctuated her words with short kisses across his face and neck, "I have at least three more full years of Muggle studies to complete, and you need time to adjust to the fact that someone wants to hear about your day, about your work in the lab. Who will sympathize with you over the idiots you have to teach. Who will insist that you take time off. Have holidays. Explore new bookstores in new places." She found his mouth again and explored it with her tongue. "Have a child."
He pulled back, and she saw that she had truly stunned him. "You want a child?"
She nodded. "I think I'd like that. Wouldn't you?"
8. "Now that you know why you're going on holidays with us maybe you'd like to stop scowling and start packing. Not that I think Hermione will let us use too many clothes... but I'd hate to be seen in the company of someone in transfigured clothing. You shouldn't lose your style, not even in ridiculous Muggle bathing suits." Lucius sneered at said items, although, remembering the ones Hermione packed for herself, he thought he could be convinced of the benefits of vacationing in a mixed Muggle and Wizarding place.
9. "Wonderful holiday."
"I had planned on being in Grevena tonight. I couldn't guess that the only bus of the day would leave earlier than scheduled because the driver wanted to drink with his pals in Viniani."
"I was referring to the general idea."
"You said you wanted to know what the Muggle parts of my life felt like. I've backpacked with my cousins through Greece since I was thirteen. And you insisted, too, that you didn't want to visit a touristy zone. Well, this isn't."
"Exceeding expectations, as always."
"If you want to give up and Apparate, we are almost out of the village."
The man seemed to consider for a minute, then shook his head.
10. As she traversed the park, Hermione found she was truly enjoying herself. The park was beautiful and it was fun to watch all the wide-eyed children, amazed at their surroundings. Crossing the moat, she entered the castle. The walkway that crossed the ground floor was surrounded by beautiful murals from the fairy tale, made up of intricate tiles. As Hermione stood admiring the murals, a door opened from the passage that led to a restaurant at the top of the castle, and out stalked Severus Snape, in all his glory.
Hermione stood transfigured to the spot as Professor Snape exited the doorway, surrounded by six members of the Disney staff, judging by their uniforms. Two staff members were scribbling furiously on clipboards, while the group’s leader was speaking to Snape in an imploring fashion. It was obvious to Hermione that Snape was not listening to a thing the young man was saying, but from the sneer on his face, and glint in his eyes, Hermione could tell that Snape was enjoying whatever was going on. As his eyes swept over the mostly vacant walkway, they alighted on Hermione. For a moment, an odd expression passed over his face, a mixture of recognition and confusion.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Your list of completed quizzes to chose from now numbers 18! WOOT!
Thanks to bluestocking79 for thinking up this quiz idea and thanks to tinytexans for choosing it as her prize.
Match the quote to the story:
Snape Goes on Holiday by Josanpq
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini by maddyriddle
Paris When it Sizzles by Bellarossi a/k/agilded-glamour (WIP)
Down and Out in Bognor Regis by harrietvane
An Interpretation of Maladies by Azrael
Master of Enchantment by subvers
Sand Surf and Snape by snapebelomgstome (abandoned)
Hermione's Cinderella Adventure by blackeyedlily
I Have a Secret by ladyofthemasque
Mea Culpa by floorcoaster
On Earth as in Heaven by duniazade
Life's Little Instruction Book by melisande88
1. "I think I'd like to have a look at those handbags," said Ginny as she rummaged through her purse for the money to pay her part of the check.
"Oh! Ginny, look!" exclaimed Luna, pointing across the street.
Ginny looked up just in time to see Snape pulling Hermione behind him, and then running from the café and into an alleyway. "What's he-"
Luna was on her feet, reaching for her wand, when Ginny noticed someone else leaving the café.
"Luna, wait!" she cried, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her back into her seat. They watched as one of the waiters, a tall man with striking orange hair, ran from the restaurant.
"What's that?" Luna whispered, pointing discreetly to something in the man's hand.
Ginny frowned, trying to get a better look, but it was difficult because the man ran in the direction Snape had pulled Hermione. All she could discern was that the object was small and black, sunlight gleaming off its metal surface. The waiter disappeared into the alley, the sun shining off his bright hair. Ginny and Luna fidgeted, uncertain whether to interfere or wait. Moments later, when the waiter re-emerged, he was obviously distressed. The waiter didn't return to the restaurant but walked to the curb. He'd only been stationary for a fraction of a second when a black car screeched to a stop in front of him.
Ginny and Luna stood, stunned, as the waiter disappeared into the car which then sped down the street, around a corner and out of sight.
2. “Wotcher, Hermione!” she said gleefully, tossing her rucksack on top of Hermione’s robes. “All right, Severus?” she added, not wishing to leave anyone out.
Hermione jumped back from Snape, and his nostrils flared in self-approbation at her retreat. He nodded a greeting to Tonks, keeping a weather eye on Hermione. “Back for the weekend, Tonks?” he inquired.
Tonks grinned at him. “No, I’ve come to kidnap you lot for the weekend.”
Hermione goggled at her. “Leave Hogwarts? For the whole weekend? Will there be shade, Tonks? And breezes, and iced lemon?”
Tonks flopped down on a chair, and Hermione followed suit, her hopeful eyes fixed on Tonks’s face, Snape all but forgotten in the lure of cooler pastures.
It had been a tense two weeks. Each morning she reported to Snape’s office for her work assignments; each afternoon she delivered her completed work to him.
3. Hermione had heard that Severus Snape had been sent away from Hogwarts. Harry had relayed the information to her three days earlier while they had been standing beside the tea trolley, whilst she had been stuffing her face with a pumpkin pasty during the five minutes she had allowed herself for lunch. Harry had been to see Minerva McGonagall, who had told him that she thought Snape needed a holiday. Hermione remembered it distinctly because she had laughed along with Ron and joked that Snape had finally been sent to the nut house.
Now, here he was, and for a brief panicked moment, she felt a thrill of fear. Perhaps they had sent him to the mad house, which in turn meant that they had sent her to a mad house! It all made horrible sense. Where else would two people just take off all of their clothes and have sex in a public place and then ask a complete stranger to join in?
But she wasn't mad and she knew she wasn't mad, and so therefore Snape wasn't mad either. He was just burnt out and stressed - just like her .
4. Muggles. No magic. Potters. Weasleys. Children
Hell.
He also didn't see why he had to go. It had been pointed out to Hermione quite correctly and rather at length that neither he nor she were in any way related to the familia Potter, unless one counted the time in sixth year he'd managed a furtive snog and a grope of Lily Evans and her famous tits. Hermione, rolling her eyes, had declared that while that did not count, she was like a sister to Harry, the godmother of both his children, and a good friend of Ginevra. And he was her husband. The verdict was one of fucked-by-marriage. They were going. Besides, wasn't he always whingeing about needing a break? She refused to entertain his argument that any place with 'bog' in its name surely shouldn't count.
5. He hated being out in the heat of the afternoon sun, constantly needing to mutter cooling charms and smelling alarmingly enough like coconut. The Professor would have preferred to drink a potion that he had brewed himself to provide protection from the sun’s brutal UV rays. Unfortunately nothing seemed to keep his fair skin from burning better than the coconut scented muggle sunscreen which he had purchased and grudgingly slathered all over himself hours earlier. Why in the name of Merlin did the "Shaken, but Not Stirred" Potions Master’s Conference have to be held in such an inhospitable place?
Staring languidly out over the bikini-drenched beach Snape suddenly felt very old and very alone. Being stuck in a tropical paradise, a Nirvana filled with half-naked women did nothing to improve his mood only to darken it. He held no illusions that he was deemed unattractive by members of the opposite sex and fully accepted the fact that he was destined to spend his life in solitary confinement. He deserved no less.
6. It was wonderful to have a week away from Newton, Newton, Newton, Newton and Granger, the Arithmancy firm she had joined not long after the War. She had rapidly risen in the ranks of the firm, and now, at age twenty-seven, had been a full partner for two years. The most difficult part of the whole process had been the issue of the firm's sign. For hundreds of years the firm had been simply Newton, Newton, Newton, and Newton; sometimes just Newton, Newton, and Newton; or--well, the name repeated for as many Newtons as were currently partners.
7. Hermione shook her head. "I did not choose you, Severus. In actual fact, I had decided to spend my life in a series of meaningless affairs fit in somehow between my studies and my work." He didn't look pleased with that concept. "Then you knocked on my door one rainy night...
There was that slight blush again. She smiled.
"As for your being too busy, that's not why I think a relationship between us may work. I think that it would appeal to your own arrogance to have a partner who matches you in intelligence and ability. Someone who will understand the determination behind your successes, who will delight in challenging you. Maybe even draw you out of your dark dungeons."
"Balance, eh?"
Hermione nodded, more serious. "We both need someone to remind us of balance, Severus. Me as much as you." She stood up and came around to him. He moved his chair back and she sat on his lap, encircling his neck with an arm and bending for a kiss.
"Besides," she punctuated her words with short kisses across his face and neck, "I have at least three more full years of Muggle studies to complete, and you need time to adjust to the fact that someone wants to hear about your day, about your work in the lab. Who will sympathize with you over the idiots you have to teach. Who will insist that you take time off. Have holidays. Explore new bookstores in new places." She found his mouth again and explored it with her tongue. "Have a child."
He pulled back, and she saw that she had truly stunned him. "You want a child?"
She nodded. "I think I'd like that. Wouldn't you?"
8. "Now that you know why you're going on holidays with us maybe you'd like to stop scowling and start packing. Not that I think Hermione will let us use too many clothes... but I'd hate to be seen in the company of someone in transfigured clothing. You shouldn't lose your style, not even in ridiculous Muggle bathing suits." Lucius sneered at said items, although, remembering the ones Hermione packed for herself, he thought he could be convinced of the benefits of vacationing in a mixed Muggle and Wizarding place.
9. "Wonderful holiday."
"I had planned on being in Grevena tonight. I couldn't guess that the only bus of the day would leave earlier than scheduled because the driver wanted to drink with his pals in Viniani."
"I was referring to the general idea."
"You said you wanted to know what the Muggle parts of my life felt like. I've backpacked with my cousins through Greece since I was thirteen. And you insisted, too, that you didn't want to visit a touristy zone. Well, this isn't."
"Exceeding expectations, as always."
"If you want to give up and Apparate, we are almost out of the village."
The man seemed to consider for a minute, then shook his head.
10. As she traversed the park, Hermione found she was truly enjoying herself. The park was beautiful and it was fun to watch all the wide-eyed children, amazed at their surroundings. Crossing the moat, she entered the castle. The walkway that crossed the ground floor was surrounded by beautiful murals from the fairy tale, made up of intricate tiles. As Hermione stood admiring the murals, a door opened from the passage that led to a restaurant at the top of the castle, and out stalked Severus Snape, in all his glory.
Hermione stood transfigured to the spot as Professor Snape exited the doorway, surrounded by six members of the Disney staff, judging by their uniforms. Two staff members were scribbling furiously on clipboards, while the group’s leader was speaking to Snape in an imploring fashion. It was obvious to Hermione that Snape was not listening to a thing the young man was saying, but from the sneer on his face, and glint in his eyes, Hermione could tell that Snape was enjoying whatever was going on. As his eyes swept over the mostly vacant walkway, they alighted on Hermione. For a moment, an odd expression passed over his face, a mixture of recognition and confusion.