Not Such a Drag

Disclaimer: I own nothing HP belong to JK Rowling. I am not doing this to earn anything....



Author\'s Notes: This is for the Crossdressing Snape Challange For WIKTT. I blame the challange for getting the plot bunnies running on this one. Also all Ideas are mine. If they are similiar to other I applogise now, but it is pure coincidental.



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The name Shouri is Japanese for Victory.




Chapter 2



Back in his chambers at Hogwarts they were trying to get Severus more ladylike. By now the glamour had worn off, but that was ok. He didn\'t need to go out until tomorrow night. He knew that the few remaining Death Eaters would meet then at The Hogs Head to talk \'business\'.



\"This is going to be a long process if you don\'t listen to me.\" Hermione said with her irritation barely in ch She She would have never dared talking to him like this just over a year ago, but since she had seen him with the Order and was helping him with this mission she took the dare.



\"All of this is absurd. I am not going to wear pantyhose. It is bad enough that you are going to make me wear make-up.\" He argued.



\"Remember you asked for my help. Now come on let\'s get those legs shaved.\" She said trying to hold back her laughter. \"I\'m sure that you can do this part by your self. It is the same spell that you use for your face.\" Oh, this is too fun. That look is going to be a great memory to share.



\"Why can I not just use a glamour? That would be just as easy and less embarrassing when this bloody assignment is finished.\"



\"Don\'t worry your leg and chest hair will be back in no time and a glamour will do the trick, but you don\'t want to use too many charms it might make people suspicious.\" She said in a matter of fact tone.


\"Oh no, I am not going to shave my chest. I don\'t plan on any one seeing it.\" Severus said blanching at the mere thought.



“Then how are you going to explain the black chest hairs poking out of your top?\" This time she couldn\'t hide the grin that crept onto her face.



\"This is not a laughing matter, Miss Granger.\"



\"Oh, you would think it was if you were in my position. Then again I don\'t think that you know how to laugh.\" She replied as the bathroom door was slammed. At this she laughed out right. Round one goes to me on to round 2.



Hermione had decided that it would be easier for him to transfigure his clothes from pictures that she had found in \'Witch\'s Weekly\'. She didn\'t like to read the silly magazine, but Ginny had left them at her flat and now they were coming in useful. She finished marking the pages just as the bathroom door opened and Severus stepped out fully showered and as far as she could see shaved.



\"Glad that you came to your senses and listened to me.\" She flashed a brilliant smile at him. \"I though that you would have an easier time transfiguring your clothes if you had some pictures to look at. I have marked some that I think that you would look great in. You might want to reset the glamour so that we can get an idea of what would look best. Oh and I am going to add the make-up as well sat wat we can see the full effect.\"



He mumbled something and then started flipping through took ook with a sneer. \"I am really not liking this mission no matter how important it might be.\"



\"Can I ask you something?\" Hermione queried as he continued looking through the magazine. She started adding mascara, eye shadow and finally lip stick.



\"My opinion on you asking questions hasn\'t stopped you for over seven years so why would you start now?\"



\"Why are you letting me help you? You have never really liked me. I mean that you have tolerated me, but never liked me.\"



\"Things are not what they always seem to be. You must never forget that, Miss Granger.\" He stated hoping that she would catch his meaning. \"We should continue with getting me ready for the mission. I don\'t have much time left. I need to have this all planned out by tomorrow night to catch them at The Three Broomsticks.\"



With that he started. The first dress was a little too reveling. It was, of course, black with a neck line coming low on his non existent chest and came to about mid thigh. On a female it would have been border line improper, but on him it just looked ridiculous. She had to give him credit he has very wonderful legs for a man. Before she had time to ponder more on the dress that he trietried first it was gone and a new one was in place. This one was another that would look wonderful if he had breasts. It was the Slytherin green and made of crushed velvet. It was a long sleeved collared dress that flowed all the way to the floor. At the point where breasts would meet to make cleavage was a heart shaped key hole.



After about an hour of endless transfigurations and all having one thing or another wrong with them, either in the eyes of Severus or Hermione, she finally burst out laughing. He was wearing a long skirt that stopped to his mid ankles and the the top was more like a womens muggle business suit. It was a ungodly color of green. He had even transfigued the hand bag to match.



\"What is so funny might I ask?\"



Getting her laughter down to just the occasional giggle was hard, but from the look on Snape\'s face she knew she had to in order to be alive after her next comment. \"I was just having a thought that you should add a hat with a stuffed vulture on top and that outfit would be complete.\" Now she knew that she had to get out of here. She was about ready burst into laughter again as the realization hit him of what he unconsciously dressed like; that boggart that Longbottom had in their third year.



That insufferable little chit thinks that she can laugh at me? Scowling at her finally said, \"I know what your are referring to and it will not push me away from this mission. I must complete it and nothing will stop me until all of the bloody Death Eaters are locked safely away in Azkaban.\"



\"I am really sorry, sir. I didn\'t mean to insult your pride it was just too much to resist.\" She said sincerely. \"How about taking a break for now and we can have something to eat. I am famished since we kinda skipped dinner. I am sure the house elves wouldn\'t mind making us some thing.\" She had given up on S.P.E.W. after her fifth year she thought that the war at hand was more important than trying to free creatures that seemed to be happy with their enslavement no matter how wrong it is.



\"I think that a bite to eat would be acceptable.\" He replied with a tone of indifference. This should work out nicely. Having a nice quite dinner with her has been something that he has longed to do since he first had any feelings for her. \"I could always change back into my normal attire and cancel the glamour. If you wouldn\'t mind helping me ining ing this make-up off. I would like to treat you to dinner for all of your help.\"



It all started the summer before her seventh year and she was reading her potions text for the following year while at Grimmauld Place. There was something in the reading about an advanced healing potion that she had some theories on and had cornered him into talking with her about it. Of course he had refused at first, but then found the ideas she was bringing forth were well thought out and they lost themselves in discussion. This lasted the whole day until Molly insisted that they both eat something before they continued. Unfortunately he had duties up at the school after dinner and they were not able to finish that conversation until later. He would make it a point to find her on his frequent visits for Order meetings or just show up to have dinner with them.



\"I would love that, but you don\'t have to. I would do anything to help the Order see it\'s purpose all of the way through.\"



As he took the glamor off and transconfigured back to his robes she took out the newly purchased make-up removing cream and a flannel.



\"Meet me in the loo when you have changed fully.\" Hermione said while winking at him. Oh my goodness, what am I doing, he is going to kill me for even thinking of flirting with him.



She started the water and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. Placing the flannel under the streamwet wet it, she didn\'t notice him walk in. When she did look up, he was casually leaning on the door frame watching her with a strange look on his face. He was dressed in his usual black pants, shirt and robe. The strange part is he was bare foot and wearing a sneer that would have made the bravest people run in the other direction. Still visible was the mascara, eye shadow and lipstick.



She was biting the inside of her cheek trying not to laugh, unfortunately for her, he noticed.



\"What are you laughing at?\"



\"Nothing,\" Came her innocent reply. \"Just please don\'t look in the mirror. Why don\'t you sit here and I will remove the make-up for you?\"



\"That sounds tolerable as long as you get all of this blasted stuff off.\"



\"Oh, I will.\" As he sat, she was rubbing the creme into the flannel and he was watching her every move. He wanted to be able to do this without asking every time for help.



She started by slowly removing his eye shadow making sure that all traces were gone from his light skin. Moving around the eyes being careful not to touch the mascara. He was going to have to wait for it to be removed in his next shower. Gently moving down wiping his cheeks and prominent nose. Still further down she noticed how full his lips looked when not stretched into a scowl.



As she cleaned the lip stick off of his lips she was moving her face closer to his. She was taking advantage of his being vulnerable by allowing her to help him with this \'mission\'. Keeping her eyes open she lowered her lips to brush against his. His eyes flew open in shock, but his lips never left hers. He tilted his head and let his tongue trace the line of her mouth. They both closed their eyes and she deepened the kiss. Severus hand touched the sskinskin of her cheek and her breath quickened.



Reluctantly he pulled back for a better look at the woman before him, amazed that she would want to kiss him. Hermione opened her eyes wondering what just happened.



The flannel lay on the floor forgotten.