The Party
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
11,823
Reviews:
37
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Chapter One
Author’s Notes: This is totally re-edited, with the other characters\' stories added too because of reviewer requests. This is a dark, smutty fic. If don don’t like that sort of thing (very NC-17), then don’t read or flame. It\'s a waste of everyone\'s time. I do love constructive criticism; so feel free to email me (Ksparks321@aol.com). Please review, they make my day.
Disclaimer: I’m a law student, thus very much in debt, you won’t get money out of me. All characters, yada yada, belong to JKR and her publishers. I own the general plot.
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Chapter 1
Hermione Granger stood in her office looking out her window onto the street below. It was 5pm; the workers of Diagon Alley flooded the road in their nightly routines. Hermione was proud of what she had become. At 25 years old, she owned her own successful business and was very popular in her own right.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on her door, followed by Ginny Weasley entering. Hermione frowned at the concerned look on Ginny’s face.
“Don’t forget we have the Malfoy bachelor party tonight,” Ginny said.
“Oh, I haven’t. Why do you think I’m still here on a Friday night? I’m sticking around in case things get out of hand.” Hermione replied, obviously concerned over what was to come.
“Good. I have a feeling with the guest list we were given that this is going to be a bumpy ride.” Ginny said with a smile, realizing her pun.
Hermione smiled at her bfriefriend. At 24, Ginny had turned into a beautiful woman. While the Weasleys were not initially happy with Hermione’s and her career choices, they had come around seeing how happy the two girls were with their work, and how much money it brought them.
Hermione still fought with her hair on a daily basis, and on important occasions had a stylist fix it and her make-up. Anton was arriving in an hour to make her over.
“Just make sure the decorations and food are ready, then take some time for yourself.” Hermione said to her friend.
Ginny nodded, and left Hermione to her solitude, which she always preferred. She was dreading the party tonight. Draco Malfoy was finally marrying the cow, Pansy Parkinson. When he first came in to discuss his party, Draco hadn’t seemed happy with the idea of getting married. Family pressures must have been weighing in on his decision.
Hermione was not surprised that some of his requests had run to the darker side oingsings, although sad bad been glad her presence had not been specifically requested, although Ginny’s had. Curious, as the Weasleys were still looked down upon by the wealthy pureblood families.
Hermione suspected Draco had always and still did have a “thing” for hert frt friend. Their banter was always flirtatious with blatant sexual overtones. It was fitting that she be assisting at the party marking his last night as a bachelor. We always want what we can’t have.
Pansy, on the other hand, hadn drn driving Hermione crazy. She flooed at least twice daily with her “expectations” for the party. Despite being a Slytherin, the girl was either a prude or expected Draco to be an angel for the rest of his life. As if that would happen…
Leaving the departing workers to their weekend plans, Hermione turned back to her desk. Paperwork beckoned. Dinner was a granola bar and bottle of water as she needed to keep her figure.
Hermione was again interrupted by a knock at the door. This one was much more flamboyant as her stylist entered with a “Ta-da!”
“Anton, I have missed you,” Hermione said with a smile, reaching her arms open to give him a big hug and a kiss on both cheeks.
“I’ve missed you to Miss Thang. Look at you, too much time behind a desk. You are in some kind of shape.” He replied, immediately getting to work. He pushed Hermione down onto a stool and started on her hair.
“So, what’s the big occasion tonight that’s pulling you out of retirement?” He asked.
“I suppose you could say it’s a friend’chelchelor party, but he isn’t much of a friend. More like one of the banes of my existence. His guest list was a bit sketchy, so I decided to hang around for it. Then I got a most interesting owl. His father, a very, very sketchy person, requested I indeed be present. Of course this got my attention since the groom didn’t say anything to me about this. I just must know why I’m needed. The father is up to something, I just know it”
“Sounds like it could be a good time, all dark and dangerous…my kind of men.” Anteplieplied in a cheeky tone, smiling at his client.
“We shall see.” Hermione sighed.
“Oh come on, girly, you didn’t get where you are with that attitude. You had to work your way up, so to speak. You need to get back to a hands-on level in my opinion. You’ve been cooped up in this office far too long. Get back to your roots…which are showing, yuck!” He exclaimed as he whipped his wand around doing even more spells.
“Well, I’ll try. Does that make you feel any better?” Hermione asked.
“We shall see.” Anton quoted. Hermione smiled.
Half an hour later, he finally finished. Hermione had never been so happy to see him leave. She loved his enthusiasm dearly, but tonight was just not the right night for it. She was hoping to make it through without gaining any major scars.
Although she did look good, much better than she had in a long time. Her make-up was darker than she had worn it in a long time, making her eyes stand out. Her hair was tamed into ringlets and pulled up into an up-do secured by what seemed like a hundred spells. Now she needed to put on her outfit.
As she walked to the closet, Lucius Malfoy’s letter came back into her mind. The now self-proclaimed ex-Death Eater had owled her a week ago asking she be present for everyone’s mutual fulfillment, and for her to dress in “young looking” clothing. While Hermione was not entirely sure what he had in mind, in more ways than one, she decided on a plaid pleated skirt and simple white blouse.
As she took the clothes out, she heard the bell start to ring, telling her the guests were arriving. There was no need for her to rush; her employees were more than capable of handling things for the first few minutes.
She finished dressing by putting on some simple black flats, hoping this was what Mr. Malfoy had in mind. Hermione took one last glance in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable. Deciding she did, she headed down to the main lounge.
*****
Please review!!!!
Disclaimer: I’m a law student, thus very much in debt, you won’t get money out of me. All characters, yada yada, belong to JKR and her publishers. I own the general plot.
*****
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger stood in her office looking out her window onto the street below. It was 5pm; the workers of Diagon Alley flooded the road in their nightly routines. Hermione was proud of what she had become. At 25 years old, she owned her own successful business and was very popular in her own right.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on her door, followed by Ginny Weasley entering. Hermione frowned at the concerned look on Ginny’s face.
“Don’t forget we have the Malfoy bachelor party tonight,” Ginny said.
“Oh, I haven’t. Why do you think I’m still here on a Friday night? I’m sticking around in case things get out of hand.” Hermione replied, obviously concerned over what was to come.
“Good. I have a feeling with the guest list we were given that this is going to be a bumpy ride.” Ginny said with a smile, realizing her pun.
Hermione smiled at her bfriefriend. At 24, Ginny had turned into a beautiful woman. While the Weasleys were not initially happy with Hermione’s and her career choices, they had come around seeing how happy the two girls were with their work, and how much money it brought them.
Hermione still fought with her hair on a daily basis, and on important occasions had a stylist fix it and her make-up. Anton was arriving in an hour to make her over.
“Just make sure the decorations and food are ready, then take some time for yourself.” Hermione said to her friend.
Ginny nodded, and left Hermione to her solitude, which she always preferred. She was dreading the party tonight. Draco Malfoy was finally marrying the cow, Pansy Parkinson. When he first came in to discuss his party, Draco hadn’t seemed happy with the idea of getting married. Family pressures must have been weighing in on his decision.
Hermione was not surprised that some of his requests had run to the darker side oingsings, although sad bad been glad her presence had not been specifically requested, although Ginny’s had. Curious, as the Weasleys were still looked down upon by the wealthy pureblood families.
Hermione suspected Draco had always and still did have a “thing” for hert frt friend. Their banter was always flirtatious with blatant sexual overtones. It was fitting that she be assisting at the party marking his last night as a bachelor. We always want what we can’t have.
Pansy, on the other hand, hadn drn driving Hermione crazy. She flooed at least twice daily with her “expectations” for the party. Despite being a Slytherin, the girl was either a prude or expected Draco to be an angel for the rest of his life. As if that would happen…
Leaving the departing workers to their weekend plans, Hermione turned back to her desk. Paperwork beckoned. Dinner was a granola bar and bottle of water as she needed to keep her figure.
Hermione was again interrupted by a knock at the door. This one was much more flamboyant as her stylist entered with a “Ta-da!”
“Anton, I have missed you,” Hermione said with a smile, reaching her arms open to give him a big hug and a kiss on both cheeks.
“I’ve missed you to Miss Thang. Look at you, too much time behind a desk. You are in some kind of shape.” He replied, immediately getting to work. He pushed Hermione down onto a stool and started on her hair.
“So, what’s the big occasion tonight that’s pulling you out of retirement?” He asked.
“I suppose you could say it’s a friend’chelchelor party, but he isn’t much of a friend. More like one of the banes of my existence. His guest list was a bit sketchy, so I decided to hang around for it. Then I got a most interesting owl. His father, a very, very sketchy person, requested I indeed be present. Of course this got my attention since the groom didn’t say anything to me about this. I just must know why I’m needed. The father is up to something, I just know it”
“Sounds like it could be a good time, all dark and dangerous…my kind of men.” Anteplieplied in a cheeky tone, smiling at his client.
“We shall see.” Hermione sighed.
“Oh come on, girly, you didn’t get where you are with that attitude. You had to work your way up, so to speak. You need to get back to a hands-on level in my opinion. You’ve been cooped up in this office far too long. Get back to your roots…which are showing, yuck!” He exclaimed as he whipped his wand around doing even more spells.
“Well, I’ll try. Does that make you feel any better?” Hermione asked.
“We shall see.” Anton quoted. Hermione smiled.
Half an hour later, he finally finished. Hermione had never been so happy to see him leave. She loved his enthusiasm dearly, but tonight was just not the right night for it. She was hoping to make it through without gaining any major scars.
Although she did look good, much better than she had in a long time. Her make-up was darker than she had worn it in a long time, making her eyes stand out. Her hair was tamed into ringlets and pulled up into an up-do secured by what seemed like a hundred spells. Now she needed to put on her outfit.
As she walked to the closet, Lucius Malfoy’s letter came back into her mind. The now self-proclaimed ex-Death Eater had owled her a week ago asking she be present for everyone’s mutual fulfillment, and for her to dress in “young looking” clothing. While Hermione was not entirely sure what he had in mind, in more ways than one, she decided on a plaid pleated skirt and simple white blouse.
As she took the clothes out, she heard the bell start to ring, telling her the guests were arriving. There was no need for her to rush; her employees were more than capable of handling things for the first few minutes.
She finished dressing by putting on some simple black flats, hoping this was what Mr. Malfoy had in mind. Hermione took one last glance in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable. Deciding she did, she headed down to the main lounge.
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