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Severus Snape sat at a table, in a pub, sipping occasionally at his firewhisky and staring at the door. He glanced at the clock on the far wall.
6:17 PM.
Two minutes late.
Irritating.
He took another swallow.
What was he doing here, really?
How had accidentally being in the same pub one night, five years ago now, become this?
He was pathetic. Keeping every Saturday night free to keep some unspoken agreement to have drinks with a witch half his age and-
The door swung open and shut.
And there she was, shaking the rain from her coat, hair gloriously damp and curly from the humidity.
Hermione Granger.
She scanned the crowd before her eyes met his.
She smiled.