A Gift

Again, ignore my typing. It looks like shit cause I\'m worn out from my new job. ::watches as disclaimer fairy flies by:: Cool wings! Wish I had some! LOL


She rushes to her room, calling Illiya immediately. The house elf sneers at the clothing, only reluctantly agreeing to help Hermione after a promise to burn everything after the facade is over. HErmione closes her eyes as the corest goes on, wincing as it\'s tightened. She tries to calm herself, allowing Illiya to place every bit of clothing on her as a maid would and then gather her hair up on top her head in what is considered \'fashionable\'.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she stares in shock. The woman before her has her eyes but the rest is unrecognizable to her. The fitted bodice and corset accentuate the curves she had so desperately tried to hide before. Illiya smiles at her knowingly. \"Master Severus will be pleased.\" She murmurs before popping out of sight.
\"Bloody hell! Harry and Ron would never believe me like this.\" She gasps out.
She finally turns away from the mirror and makes her way to the stairs. Her chest feels tight as she tries to breath in the confining corset. Taking the steps one at at time so she does not fall, she slowly decends to the living area.

Severus looks up at the sound of steps, his breath catching in his throat. The beauty approaching him cannot be Miss Granger. His mind refuses to acknowledge it for a moment as she takes the last step towards him. He blinks, realizing something is a bit off in her color. \"Is something the matter, Miss Granger?\"
She gasps again, her arm coming up to lay against her chest. \"This corest feels tight. I just must not be used to it.\"
He reaches out and runs his hands down her sides, a frown crossing his face. \"Bloody elf!\" He growls. \"Turn around, Miss Granger. It seems she has made it overly tight and I do not wish to see you fainting.\"
She quickly turns around and feels his fingers working the stays in her bodice. A blush creeps up her cheeks as she remembers those same fingers undoing another woman\'s bodice. The bodice loosens and then she feels him tugging at the lacings of the corset. She closes her eyes and sighs in relief as it loosens enough for her to be comfortable.
She glances over her shoulder at him, holding up the bodice over her breasts as he begins to lace the corset again. \"Thank you, Professor.\"
He stops, suddenly realizing the state of undress she is in. He coughs softly, trying to calm his nerves as she stares gratfully at him. \"Do not become too happy with me, Miss Granger. I can assure you next time I will allow you to faint. At the moment we do not have time for such things.\" He finishes up her bodice and steps away. \"Now let us begin.\"
She follows him into the kitchen and nearly gasps again in surprise at the breakfast spread before her. Knowing that Illiya was upstairs with her, she eyes the platters of cresants, eggs, bacon, and sauages before her. He lifts a brow, sliding a chair out for her.
\"Is there a problem?\" He slides the chair back in as she sits.
\"No.\" She smiles and holds her hands in her lap until after is seated. \"I just never realized you cooked before.\"
Illiya appears and spoons out a small portion off food onto their plates. He sees the disapproving look she gives and frowns. \"Miss Granger, you must get used to the sight of house elves serving and act as if it is no concern starting this very moment.\" He lifts his fork as she does and nods reassuringly to her. \"As for my cooking, it is no different than a potion. A perfect blend of ingredients and the finished product is worth the wait.\"
She smirks. \"Are all things worth waiting for?\"
He lifts a brow, slowly chewing as he thinks. \"It depends on what it is you are waiting for.\"
She swallows her bite and smiles. \"Very true. But I must admit that waiting for breakfast was worth it.\"
His lips twitch up slightly. \"Thank you, Miss Granger. I am glad you approve.\"