A/N: These 100 word drabbles were written in response to a request for drabbles for Phoenix Rising by Southern Witch 69. But they were fun, so I decided to go ahead and post a little series of them here whether the PR girls decide to use them in their super-secret project or not (which I'm really excited to read when it comes out). :)

All Grown Up

All Grown Up, Part 1

“You’re seeing Won-Won again,” Severus said snidely. It was not a question.

“Yes, if you count watching him test how many pastry puffs he can stuff in his mouth at once while still reciting fifty years worth of Chudley Cannon players’ names.”

“I do.”

“I don’t.”

“Then I see no reason for you to return. By all means, stay with Won-Won.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Why not? You do.”

“I don’t.”

“Fine, ‘Mione, have it your way.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? He does.”

“He’s not you.”

“Thank Merlin for small favors.”

“I love you.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

*****

All Grown Up, Part 2

“I AM YOUR PROFESSOR!” he roared in a very un-professor-like fashion.

“Are not.”

He glared at her. “I was.”

“Yes, when I was a child.”

“You’re still a child.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

They glared at each other.

“Severus,” she began patiently.

“Hermione,” he mimicked.

“Marry me,” she said. It sounded like a threat.

“I don’t see how that would benefit you.”

“I do.”

“No. You will forget these silly little girl notions.”

“I won’t!”

“You will.”

She changed the rules; she cried.

“You love me,” she claimed tearfully.

“Yes,” he answered, beaten.

“You’ll marry me,” she tried.

“I will.”

*****

All Grown Up, Part 3

“Hemingway.”

“Shakespeare.”

“Hemingway.”

“Wilde.”

“Hemingway.”

“Poe.”

“Hemingway.”

“Tolstoy.”

“Hemingway.”

It was an old argument. Hermione stretched in front of the fire. Her husband’s eyes followed her.

“You have a one-track mind.”

“I have good taste.”

She looked around the room at his… their… mismatched furniture and raised an eyebrow.

“I do that better.” He raised his own eyebrow. It was a perfect arc.

“I do other things better,” she pouted.

He smiled seductively and trailed his fingers along her arm, making her shiver. “You do,” he agreed.

“You have a one-track mind,” she repeated.

“I have good taste,” he responded.