Phew! Let's get caught up, shall we? We're checking back in on our beleaguered duo...
'No,' he replied hastily. 'Not at all. I am amenable to a next time.'
'Because if I'm doing this wrong, if... if...' The words were flying from Hermione's lips in a splutter of incomprehensibility. 'You could—should—invite Fiona, of course.'
His eyes grew wide. 'You want Fiona to join us?'
'I want her to come if you want her to come, and I think you probably want her to... er...' Hermione grabbed a banana for something to do, handing it to him to ring up with her coffee. 'And this, please.'
He frowned. 'And your young man?'
Young man? Hermione thought. What young man?
She didn't have a young man.
Not unless Harry's two-year-old counted. James Jabuticaba Mahatma Lovegood-Potter, bless his snotty-nosed little heart, utterly adored his Auntie Hermione. Baby Al just drooled on her.
Severus faltered at her hesitation. 'Presumably, you would wish for your... for him to accompany you.'
Running through all the people who she knew interacted with Severus over the last few weeks, the only man who even remotely fit the bill was—
'Do you mean Pip?' she asked. 'My Pip?'( Read more... )