Snape cannot sleep. Just a short drabble about how tea and love can fight insomnia.

Hermione made herself a mug of mulled wine and settled comfortably in her favorite chair before the fireplace. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off in a state of sleepy haze, still wishing for a miracle to happen. She did not notice Professor Snape reappearing in his frame above the mantelpiece and watching over her sleeping form with a mixture of concern and hope.

The night of New Year's Eve was always special in Scottish Highlands, ever since Severus remembered, or cared to remember. He was eleven years old when he first saw it, a dark grey moon hanging heavy and low over the ancient village.

Hermione, the Head Auror, has been missing for the last six months. Where is she and what has happened to her? This is a story about traumas and healing, about patience and the loss of strengths, but mostly it is the story of love and hope. There are some dark scenes at the beginning, consider yourself warned.

Christmas AU! "Professor..." Hermione started and paused when she saw who it was. Severus Snape stared back at her, looking as disheveled as she remembered. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and he had bags beneath his eyes. She couldn't imagine someone walking across miles of cold, snowy wilderness in the middle of the night.

Hermione spent the last two years of her life here, building her new life as she saw fit. And no, she didn't miss her old days or her small flat in London, She didn't miss having pizza with Harry and Ron on Fridays, or sleeping late on Sundays. She didn't miss her parents. She did but not as much as she expected to. She still caught up with them two times a year. And she didn't m

She stood up, walked to him, and bumped his shoulder, "Severus, I would gladly spend my summer doing just that. You are my friend, you've been there for me, and... I want to kill you and kiss you at the same time, the subtlety be damned!" Severus stared at her for a second and then wrapped his arms around her, whispering, "What's stopping you?"

Soulmates story! So, that it was how one found himself alive, Snape assumed while trying to roll onto his side and failing miserably. Everything hurt. Snape had to suppress a huff of barely contained laughter which turned into a muffled sob of pain. He had managed to fool them all at the end! He had changed sides at the last moment without actually changing any sides openly.

Christmas AU! Severus Snape truly could not do better than wading through snowy Hogsmeade on a gloomy Friday afternoon. And dragging the Christmas tree on his way. Right? Right.

A Christmas Story! Placing a burning candle in one's window is a common tradition that dates back to colonial times. Candlelight often evokes the warmth of home and family. The lit candle was also placed in the window as a sign of good news or as a beacon to weary travelers. ...

A Christmas Story! It always smelled of chocolates in Hogwarts before Christmas. Something about the holidays had everyone craving them; it gave people the idea that there could be peace and hope in the world, even if just for a few days, especially at the darkest time of year.

"The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed; the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms were broken if revealed." - Charlotte Bronte The story is about loss, overcoming traumas, finding the lost meaning in life, and above all, love. Hurt/Comfort, Romance, HEA.

Their love was like ice and fire. Like day and night. Like madness and calmness. Like loving and longing for love. Like lilacs and blackthorns. The story about love and loss, cunning Gryffindors and underestimated mediwitches, friendship and regrets, moral dilemmas, and ginger cats, but above everything, this is the story about love and a little bit of language of flowers.

It was a surprise for everyone when Hermione announced during one of the usual gatherings of the Weasley-Potter clan that she was intending to open her own Floristic shop at the very center of Diagon Alley. Harry traded glances with Ginny, nodding quite satisfactorily at his own thoughts. Ginny just shook her head and mouthed to her husband: she will find her happiness!

Post-War Severus suffers from Narcolepsy. Hermione, unbeknownst to him, finds him asleep somewhere one day and puts a tracking spell on him so she can make sure nothing happens to him. Seashores, figs, cursing in dead languages, and love as a result :)

Hermione smirked to herself and took another sip. Tomorrow was the day! Tomorrow was the day of Severus' birthday and by the tradition of three years old, she got back to her habit of recollecting their past years together.

He thought that there was nothing so beautiful as the stark contrast of grey sky and frozen landscape...until he saw her. Prompt Fic.

Christmas AU. A blizzard, especially in polar regions, that reduces visibilities to near zero, has changed the lives of two brave Aurors forever. The story about friendship and secret love, winter solstice, mulled wine, blizzard, and passion before the fireplace.

Christmas AU, romance, holidays! Severus didn't know how to react to Hermione's company or her supportiveness, and the upcoming holidays only made the matters worse. He never was an easy person to approach but she liked unbreakable mysteries. Slowly and hesitantly, step by step he began to enjoy her company and especially, the dark chocolate she brought to him from time to time.

None knew for sure how and when it all started. One day everything seemed perfectly fine, the other day all their life had turned into a total and inevitable disaster. At first, Hermione assumed that Severus, perhaps, mixed his potions again. He used to do that a lot when he was too immersed in his brewing, or worked on endless theses, or was too distracted in general.