A Night at the Club

Ok! Sorry! I meant to get this out sooner, but things kept coming up! So here it is!

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It wasn\'t in the nature of Professor Severus Snape, renowned Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to be lurking around clubs, and it most certainly wasn\'t like him at all to \'dress down\' for such an occasion. It was high-necked jet black robes for all occasions. So what had possessed him to dress casually to the point of uncomfortability and go to the club that was packed full of people under the age of 25?

Oh..right. The fact that the club was packed to the brim with people under 25, most of which were female.

It wasn\'t as if he was going to actually try anything. He just wanted to look. After all, he was, first and foremost, still alive and still very much a man.

He had no intention of even staying that long...that is, until one former pupil of his decided to grace his presense.

He knew she had another intent in her mind, not knowing that it was her former Potions Professor that she was propositioning. He supposed that from the back, and especially not in his traditional garb, did he look very much like the Snape she had been previously exposed to. So he could only imagine the shock that had hit her when she realized that it was indeed the snarky overgrown bat from the dungeons of Hogwarts.

However, she was not the only one who was shocked to the core. As soon as he had turned around, he came face to face with a Miss Hermione Granger that was now very much a women. And dressed in something that could only be described as HOLY DAMN!

They continued to gawk at each other for some time before Severus took the opportunity to speak.

\"Would you care for something to drink, Miss Granger?\" He noticed that she shiver out of the trance his presense seemed to have put her in.

\"Huh...? Excuse me?\"

Severus smiled to himself on the inside. He had always prided himself on rendering the know-it-all speechless.

\"Speechless again, I see. Cat got a hold of your tongue, Miss Granger? Or are you simply caught up in my splendor?\"

He smirked down at the young witch, whose previous dumbfounded look had been replaced with something that seemed to be anger. He chuckled.

\"For your information, Professor, I was shocked to even find you out of your dank dungeons, let alone in an actual club dressed in something so casual that I bet you\'re dying of self-consciousness. And yes, I would like a drink.\" She turned to the bartender. \"Double shot of tequila, please.\"

The bartender quickly poured her drink, setting it down in front of her. She picked it up, downing it quickly as she tilted her head back. She shuddered off the after effects before asking for another. Severus quickly stopped the man from pouring it and turned to face the young woman who was currently running in circles around his mind.

\"Just what do you think you\'re doing, Miss Granger?\"

\"Well, as amazingly perceptive as you usually are, I figured you would have noticed me knocking back a double. And now I want another one.\"

He grabbed an arm around her slender waist and dragged her away from the bar to a table in a somewhat secluded corner. Setting her down roughly, he took a seat across from her, scowling at the vixen who had now taken to glaring at him with intense chocolate eyes. Severus found himself drawn into her gaze and memorized every little detail of her irises. The small flecks of gold amongst the rich brown seemed to become more prominent the harder she stared at him. He could feel the power radiating off of her, causing him to loosen his collar and gulp.

Severus quickly picked up the menu and found what he wanted. A quick tap of the wand and a bottle of vodka appeared on the table, along with two shot glasses. Hermione simply stared at them before lifting her questioning gaze to her former Professor.

\"It\'s vodka, Miss Granger. Have you ever indulged in it before?\" Hermione shook her head no.

\"Well then, this should be interesting. I propose somewhat of a game.\"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. \" A game?\"

\"Yes, a game.\" His smirk twisted into something a little more evil.

\"And what, pray tell, is this game?\"

He conjured up a chess board. \"Chess.\"

Hermione looked at him puzzled. \"That\'s all? Where does the alcohol come in then?\"

He smirked at her even more. \"Every time you lose a piece, you have to take a shot.\"

She looked at him quizzically before nodding her head in agreement.

\"Good. You begin.\"

Hermione looked at the board for a moment before moving her first piece. Severus then moved his. Then she moved hers, and before she realized her mistake, he had captured her pawn.

\"Really, Miss Granger. I was expecting more of a battle from you.\" She grimaced at him as he poured her a shot. She then downed it, nearly choking as the liquid burned its way down her throat. She coughed and spluttered before managing to get control over herself. Severus merely smirked.

\"Good, isn\'t it?\" And they continued on with the game.

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Thirty minutes later, Severus had a nice collection of Hermione\'s piece as well as a nice buzz from the shots he\'s had to knock back. However, it seemed that Hermione was \'drunk off her ass\', so to speak, which clouded her perception as well as her thinking ability. She was now staring drunkily at the game, as she reached up and moved her queen in front of his king.

\"Checkmate\", she said with a slur.

Severus stared down at the game in disbelief. No one wno had challenged him to a game of Vodka chess beat him. He had the highest known tolerance of alcohol ever, and yet, he still managed to lose to the vivacious drunken siren who couldn\'t even stand on her own two feet, let alone beat him, the master of wits, in a chess match. And to top it all of was the way she was looking at him now.

She was smirking.

And he wanted nothing more than to kiss that smirk right off her beautiful face.

She stood, grabbing onto the table for balance and then latched onto his arm, pulling him with her as she made her way to the dance floor. Once there, she wrapped his arms around her waist and then her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

\"Dance with me.\" She had already begun moving with the music. Severus had no choice but to follow suit.

As the music switched moods, she began to dance more provacatively, grinding herself against Severus, pulling them closer. Severus could feel the heat being generated between their two bodies, and reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, grinding his now apparent erection into Hermione\'s taut stomach. She gasped lightly as she wove her fingers through his hair and then down his chest to unbutton his shirt. The cool air skirted across his now sweaty chest relieving him of a little heat as he continued to dance with Hermione.

She raked her fingernails across his skin, reveling in the smoothness of it. Severus growled softly as he closed his eyes, allowing her to continue her ministrations. He only snapped them open when she felt her hands travel downwards and cup the erection that was now straining to be free. He lifted her leg high around his waist and leaned her back, causing her to grip onto his shoulders for support. She groaned softly as his hardness make contact with her soft center.

He stood her back up again as she gazed into his onyx eyes now laced with lust. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass before whispering, \"Let\'s get out of here.\"

Severus had no choice but to follow her.

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Upon reaching Hermione\'s apartment, Severus really could feel the after-effects of the vodka. He scarcely remembered the short walk it took to get here. He had hoped that the cool night air would help clear up his head, but he had never felt so drunk in his life. And now, he could think of nothing other than the bushy-haired harlot standing in front of him. Oh, how beautiful yet completely devious she looked. He never would have guessed that this was the way she\'d turn out. All curves, all woman, and all his for the viewing.

Then next thing he knew he was being jerked out of his thoughts by pair of soft, lush lips being planted against his. He could feel arms around his neck pulling him closer, and he could feel the soft material of her shirt as it bunched underneath his fingers. She pushed him over to the couch, causing him to fall back against the piece of furniture, and then allowed her to straddle him. He could feel the heat from her center burn through his pants.

She leaned over and kissed him again, harder than before, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth. She picked up his hands and guided them to the back of her shirt where the tie was. He quickly avoided the tie as she whimpered softly, practically begging for him to take her. But he only stilled her hands and looked into her eyes.

\"Miss Granger, you probably will not remember most of what has taken place tomorrow morning, and as much as I want you right now, I cannot take advantage of the fact that you are drunk as hell and I feel that I must take my leave.\" He lifted her off of him, lying her down on the the couch before walking out through her front door. He hadn\'t even realized that as soon as she hit the couch, she was fast asleep, blissfully slumbering away, not likely to remember anything in the morning.