My Fair Witch

Lisa: Draco is going to be mad all right - he is an extremely selfish man, mind you they both are.

Kim: Oh well yeah thanks, I hope you like this one.

juls: Didn't sound bad at all... great to know you are enjoying it.

angel: Hmm, possibly not.

beeky63: *grins* yes, okay. I like my native language, that's one of the reasons why My Fair Lady is one of my favourite plays.

firewall: Toasted Malfoy? Yummy.

Dee Dee: You read my mind, or on the same wavelength... hee hee.

Queen Celestia: I love UST, but yeah, for this story it wouldn't have worked. But it's not over yet.

Hermione’s Dilemma

Hermione woke up the next morning with the feeling that something wasn’t right. She closed her eyes and then sat up suddenly! Was that bacon cooking? Her stomach was roiling. Bacon did not cook itself, and she was in bed. So, who is it that was cooking bacon? She frowned. What had happened last night? She crawled out of bed and saw her knickers on the floor and she picked them up. They were ripped. She spotted a pair of black silk boxers. BLACK SILK BOXERS!

Oh merciful Merlin! What was she going to do? She had sex with her ex Potions Professor. She had slept with the black bat of the dungeons. She had rolled in the hay with the former head of Slytherin. What had made her feel worse was that she remembered she enjoyed it.

She walked to the bathroom; her legs were still slightly stiff from last night’s activity, and her head throbbing hard with the start of a mother and father of a headache. She had to go to work today. She rubbed her face and looked into the mirror. She pushed her hair back and dropped it in shock.

Right where everybody could see when she picked up her hair was one the biggest love bites she had ever been given, Pamela and Jem would see and the gossip would be difficult to repress. Gods, it was bad enough when she was dating Viktor Krum – and everybody thought she was dating Harry – she wasn’t two timing then, but she had two timed now. And she had two timed with two Slytherin’s.

She groaned as she stepped into the shower. She let the cold water wake her up and it ran on her hair. She felt a little better after the shower, but not much as the smell of bacon once again assaulted her senses. She opened her draws and pulled out any underwear she could grab onto. Just her luck to drag out her black frilly lacy set, she didn’t have time to find something less.

She opened her wardrobe and pulled out the first pair of jeans she could grab. Oh damn! Did he rub off on the people he touched? Black jeans, oh well. She pulled them on and zipped them up. She then went to her jumpers and the gods be praised! She pulled out a fluffy pink jumper that she knitted herself.

The smell of bacon was too alluring to her roaring belly. She smiled as she put her jumper on she then found a pair of trainers and put them on. She decided to keep her hair down for the whole day. She looked at her reflection in the mirror in her wardrobe. Satisfied she closed the wardrobe door and picked up Snape’s boxers. She wondered what Severus was doing not wearing his boxers.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Snape standing butt naked in her kitchen cooking dangerous food wearing an apron. Hermione tried to avert her eyes. She tried to look at anything but her – her – what was he exactly? She was pondering over this problem for a little while when Snape turned around. He put the plate on the table; he sat down and plunged the coffee down.

“Hermione,” he said. “Last night was brilliant.”

He looked at her and walked up to her he pushed aside some of her heavy hair and placed it behind her ear and tilted his head. She did not wish to look at him. He stroked her neck tenderly and traced his fingertips around the mark he had given her the night before. He took a clip out from the pocket of the apron. He clipped her hair up.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked. “I can’t go to work with THAT showing on my neck!”

“Oh yes you can,” Snape murmured. “Aren’t you proud of what we did last night?”

“No… yes… I don’t know!” she exclaimed. “Listen, I have a boyfriend.”

“Are you going to go back to Draco after last night?” Severus asked.

Hermione sank down on the seat as despair washed over her. She looked at the plate of food not feeling at all hungry now. She groaned as she saw the pile of scrambled egg piled high on her plate and the rashers of bacon with the tomatoes oozing their juices onto the plate. She did actually find it a rather sweet gesture on Snape’s part to cook her breakfast after sex.

Draco just lounged in bed expecting her to have time to give him a suck, and sulked when she told him that she had to get up and have to go to work. She had always felt slightly as if it was her fault. She had come home to find him sitting in front of the television screen and eating a bowl of crisps. He was pure all right. Pure lazy! Severus had cleared up the kitchen and cooked her breakfast. Crookshanks Jr was wrapping his body around this mans legs begging for food. Severus smiled fondly at the cat and fed it some bacon.

“I don’t know,” Hermione sighed. Picking her cutlery up and started digging into her breakfast she then looked at Snape and finally relented a smile, “thank you for the breakfast. And could you please get some clothes on?”

He smirked down at her; his eyes were glinting with mischievousness. She smiled up at him.

“You mean I can’t go to the theatre dressed like this?” he asked.

“You do and I’ll kill you,” she said darkly. “Although I think that it might give Pam and Jem something else to talk about other than whether we are going to sleep with each other or not.”

“They gossip about us?” Severus asked.

“Just be thankful that they are Muggles,” Hermione replied. “And I intend on keeping the Muggle and Wizard World separate. In the Muggle world I am Hermione Granger wannabe actress. In the Wizard world I am completely at sea, and have no job with a friend I haven’t seen for a year.”

Severus furrowed his brow. “You mean that you haven’t spoken to Potter for a year. Why not?”

“He’s busy catching stray Death Eaters and impregnating Ginny.”

“Ah yes, I had heard he had married the Weaslette,” Severus answered; sitting down and pouring out their coffee he had this to add: “I must admit I am concerned that you seem to have lost contact with the Boy Wonder.”

“Well, its not your fault,” Hermione said. “Harry was always closer to Ronald than he was to me. Adding that and me dating Draco Malfoy you should hardly be surprised. He doesn’t mean it out of spite. “

“You mean,” Severus said. “That you two just drifted apart.”

“Yes,” Hermione said sadly. “It sort of started in our sixth year. He was becoming more and more obsessed with what you and Draco were up to, and Ron and I just didn’t want to get caught again, so we told Harry he was dreaming… Ron and I were actually getting kind of fed up with Harry’s continual whining. We stuck with him throughout the seventh year but even then Harry still liked Ron over me. I guess Ron was more fun than me.”

Severus narrowed his eyes at her. That boy deserved to have a brain transplant! Just when she needed him the most he deserts her because she’s dating the worst wizard in the world. No wonder she felt secure with Draco. Draco was her only link to her version of normality. Not anymore. Severus ate his meal and drank his coffee. He then got up and started his way to the bedroom, he turned around:

“Hermione, there is something going on in the Wizard World. I can’t go into too much detail but it’s about you. You’re in danger, which is why I am here. Something tells me Draco Malfoy is the source of that danger.”

“Is that why you seduced me?” she asked stiffly. “Or is that an added bonus?”

Snape sighed. She would never understand. He went to the bedroom and picked up her knickers and grinned. She shoved them in his jacket pocket and smiled. She’d never see those again. He found his wand and picked up all his clothes and scourgified them. He put them on and then walked back to the kitchen. Hermione had finished eating her breakfast. She went to the living room and said goodbye to Bella, she made sure Crookshanks had plenty to eat and drink; she picked up her bag, and then she left her flat with Severus in tow.

~*~*~

They apparated to the back of the theatre and walked in the door, and they walked past a toilet.

“I have to go answer a call of nature,” Severus told her.

“Okay,” she said, as she started to walk off. He grabbed her elbow.

“A different kind of nature,” he murmured. He smiled at her.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, “not now. We’re almost five minutes late as it is!”

“That’s doesn’t stop kids at Hogwarts,” he purred. “Or even some teachers.”

“FYI, Snape, I was never late for any of my lessons!”

He didn’t answer but yanked her into the toilets. He pulled her into a cubicle and locked the door.

“Do you realise how much this hurts a man?” he asked. Hermione looked down as his trousers were round his ankles and saw it.

“Well,” she said delicately. “Perhaps working it off would be a better idea. So, let’s get back in there.”

“No,” he growled. He stepped forward, which made her bump into the wall. He began massaging her skin sliding his hands under her pink fluffy jumper.

“Severus, what if someone should come in?”

“Then shut up, witch!” he snapped. Why did he always have to pick the logical sensible women? He then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped out of her jeans and he stepped out of his. He raised an eyebrow at the pair of black lacy knickers she was wearing. He pulled them down and she stepped out of them too. He then picked up her legs and placed them over his hips.

“Alright but hurry,” she breathed into his ear.

“Don’t worry,” he replied.

He slipped his penis in her centre and she pushed down onto him instinctively. They said nothing as they rode each other against the toilet wall. He murmured her name hungrily as he came and she bit him on the neck to stop herself from screaming. How could this man do this to her? He waited until his seed was out before he freed her. He whipped his jeans on using his wand and he clothed her with the same spell and he stepped out of the cubicle, she waited a few minutes and stepped out after him.

He waited for her outside the toilet and they walked into the theatre. Pamela and Jemima rushed up to Hermione immediately. ‘Steven’ sloped off to talk to Adam. It seemed that there were muggles worth talking to.

Hermione knew why they rushed up to her with their eyes lit up. They wanted to know if she had, had sex with him the night before.

“Okay,” Pam said. “Did you do it?”

“Wow, nothing like sheer bluntness is there, Pam?” Hermione asked. “Or did you mean, did we watch the film last night? About half of it!”

“Why?” Jemima asked. Holding in a snigger.

“We kept talking all the way through it,” Hermione said. “We were finding out about each other.”

“Did you have sex with him last night?” Pam asked rolling her eyes.

Hermione was just about to answer when Greg came in the auditorium.

“Is Hermione here yet?” he asked testily.

“Here,” Hermione said. “Why?”

“There’s a young man in my office wishing to see you,” he replied. Hermione looked at Severus who just shrugged his shoulders. Hermione walked to Greg’s office wondering whom it could be when the sight of the blonde hair answered her question.

She walked into the door; her nerves fluttering all over the place. She smiled though. Draco ran to Hermione and flung his arms around her neck.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, my sweet,” Draco said. He held her at arms length and looked at her. She seemed pleased to see him, which was a good sign.

“Really,” Hermione said in a voice a little too high pitched; what could Draco have as a surprise for her on a Friday morning?

“I’m going to be in the show!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be playing Freddy.”

Hermione’s stomach wanted to empty the contents of her breakfast. She never felt more wretched than now.

“But why?” Hermione asked trying to sound pleased.

“I want to know what it is you find so great about this play,” he said. “Don’t Freddy and Eliza end up together?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously, as he walked up to her wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Um,” Hermione began. “No, they don’t. She ends up with her Professor after all. Although, George Bernard Shaw wanted Freddy and Eliza to end up together, the original cast had other ideas. “

Draco frowned as he looked at her neck. There was a love bite. He didn’t remember giving her a love bite the other night.

“I’ll kill whoever gave you that love bite!” he exclaimed darkly.

Hermione gulped, yipped and quickly took the clip out of her hair.

“Just to let you know, your David here,” Hermione said. “I’ll call you Draco when we’re alone though.”

“Oh, well it’s a good thing I already introduced myself as David Malloy then isn’t it.”

Hermione sighed with relief. She now wondered if Draco knew that Snape was here also. But, she decided, he sprung this on her. She’ll spring Snape on him. She took hold of his hand and looked into his eyes.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go to the auditorium.”

She showed him down to the auditorium and she decided to stay by ‘David’s’ side. He was her boyfriend. Snape had stopped talking to Adam and his jaw hung wide open. Draco scanned the room and to his shock and surprise he saw Snape standing there talking to a muggle about the same age with the same cynical glint in his eye. Draco also saw to his disbelief the light of envy shining in his godfather’s eyes. Draco turned to his girlfriend and found that she was the source of Snape’s jealousy. What had been going on here?

Snape watched as Draco held Hermione close to his body by her waist. Draco led her to a chair and she sat down, and he sat down besides her. He draped his arm around her shoulder; still wondering where she got the love bite from. She smirked at Snape. It seemed that Draco was a little more determined to keep her than even she thought. He was even demeaning himself to appear in a Muggle play. She briefly wondered if Lucius Malfoy had any say in this.

“As you guys can see,” Greg said. “We have yet another new member, as luck would have it he is a young man, which we are very short of. He will be playing the role of Freddy Eynsford-Hill. So,” he sighed. “We’d like to see some Eliza and Freddy interaction after lunch.”

They nodded. Draco was in his element. And he wasn’t the only one. Pam and Jem noticed that he was attached to Hermione and made two and two four, and concluded that he must be her boyfriend. They turned to Snape and his eyes narrowed at the young man in a somewhat dangerous stare. Pam and Jem were going to have a field day with this.

They all listened to what Greg wanted each and every person to do and Hermione craned her neck more than one time to look at the bright green exit sign. Oh gods, did she want to exit right this moment!

“Hermione,” Greg said. “I want you to do the Small Talk scene.”

Hermione groaned. This was not her day. She got up on the stage with her script, and Draco was holding a brand new one in his hand. They both found their place and Hermione began:

“My aunt died of influenza, so they said,” Hermione said in a perfectly over done posh voice. “But it’s my belief they done the old woman in.”

“Done her in?” Pam asked, after noticing Greg nod to her for her to do so.

“Yes, lord love you! Why should she die of influenza when she come through with diphtheria right enough the year before? Fairly blue with it she was. They all thought she was dead but my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Then she come to so sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon.”

“Dear me!” Pam said. It seemed she was going to be the old females of the group.

“Now, what call would a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza, and what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me?” Hermione narrowed her eyes and said in a conspiratorial tone, “somebody pinched it!” she sat back and then said, “and what I say is, them as pinched it, done her in.”

“Done her in? Done her in, did you say?” Adam said filling in for the role of Lord Boxington.

“Oh, that’s the new small talk. To do a person in means to kill them,” Snape explained calmly.

“You surely don’t believe your aunt was killed?” Pam as Freddy’s mother asked in a shocked voice.

“Do I not!” Hermione exclaimed in a know it all voice. “Them she lived with would have killed her for a hatpin, let alone a hat.”

“But it can’t have been right,” Pam began, “for your father to pour spirits down her throat like that. It might have killed her.”

“Not her,” Hermione said rather wistfully. “Gin was mothers milk to her. Besides, he’s poured so much down his own throat that he knew the good of it.”

“Do you mean he drank?” Adam asked in his Lord Boxington voice.

“Drank! My word something chronic,” Hermione said with an exaggerated hand gesture.

Draco began to snigger. Hermione turned towards him with her eyes narrowed.

“What were you sniggering at?” she asked.

“The new small talk.” Draco said. “You do it so awfully well.”

“If I was doing it proper, what was you laughing at?” Hermione turned to Snape. “Did I say something I oughtn’t?”

“Perfecto,” Greg said. “Brilliant. David, you really got the infatuation down to a tea with you looking at Hermione like that.”

Snape was muttering under his breath, infatuation is right. They were both so infatuated with each other. He smirked a little though when he realised that the fire she held when next to him was just a flickering candlelight when she was next to Draco. He might actually enjoy this more than he thought he would. He would make Hermione squirm in her seat with his sexual prowess. He’d already shown her what a man was capable of, now it was up to her.

~*~*~

Hermione and Draco went off to the corner to practise their few scenes that they would have together. Hermione was pointedly trying to show Snape that last night and this morning was all that he was going to have from her. Draco looked at the song, and he frowned at it. He was going to have to sing this mush?

“Mia,” he said. “Is this the only song that I get to sing?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “But ‘The Street Where You Live!’ is one of the most well renowned songs in the Muggle world. A lot of people know it.”

“But its mush,” he complained. “Look at what Higgins gets to sing. Now I know why Eliza prefers to be with the Professor.”

As soon as he said the word his eyes travelled over to Snape. Hermione followed her boyfriend’s gaze and found it fixed on her lover.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“What’s he doing here?” Draco asked.

“He’s playing Higgins,” Hermione said. Draco turned on her and his eyes were sparkling with hatred and anger. Hermione hadn’t seen it in his eyes since their school days.

“What?” he hissed.

Hermione sat back in her seat and looked at him; she was worried. He was a jealous boy, and he always got what he wanted. But last nights events kept playing in her mind. Draco was here to show her how much he loved her. Snape probably didn’t know she was here.

“Calm down, David,” Hermione said. “Its just a play. It’s not as if I’ll ditch you for Snape.”

Draco did not relax his tense gazing at a man he thought to be a friend. It was lunchtime and Hermione and Draco decided to lunch together. Snape followed them. Hermione and Draco bought sandwiches from a shop and sat down on a bench in the square. Snape walked up to them.

“May I join you?” he asked. Although with Snape it was always more of a statement.

Hermione got up and sat the other side of Draco. She didn’t want to be near him.

“What made you join, sir?” Draco asked stiffly.

“I need the money,” Snape answered just as coldly. He kept looking over Draco’s head to gaze into her eyes. Hermione reached out to hold Draco’s hand. “And what about you?”

“I want to spend as much time with Hermione as possible,” Draco said. “And please don’t tell my father whom it is I am dating. He’s still trying to set me up with that Parkinson bitch. I dumped her three years ago, you’d have thought that she would have got the message by now!”

Snape stored that in his brain under U for Useful. He glanced again at Hermione who was eating her sandwich as quickly as possible.

“So, you’re playing her Professor, that shouldn’t be too hard,” Draco said. He turned his head to see what Snape was staring at. He was looking at his Hermione.

“No, it shouldn’t, should it,” Snape replied.

“Okay,” Hermione said to Draco, “you haven’t seen the film have you?”

“No,” Draco said. “Why?”

“It might be useful for you to understand why your song is not mush,” Hermione said. Draco nodded.

“Okay, I’ll be by your place at seven,” he said. “Oh, and please make sure that Crookshanks Jr is FAR away from me.”

“I will,” Hermione said. “Oh, before I forget; I have a new pet.”

“Oh yes,” Draco said.

“Yes,” Hermione said. “She’s called Bella. She’s a really friendly boa constrictor.”

Draco almost dropped his sandwich on the floor. “You – you have a snake in your flat?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “I thought you liked snakes? Don’t worry, she’s very old, she and I have a good understanding.” She got up and kissed Draco on the cheek. She gave a pointed look to Snape and sauntered into the theatre.

Snape watched her leave and then he turned back to the young man next to him.

“I don’t know what you’re up to boy, but let me tell you that I won’t sit by and let you hurt her!”

“I love her, Snape. Oh, and I am not going to sit by letting you watch her with your hooded eyes, Snape. She’s mine. Find your own.”

“I will find out what your true purpose is,” Snape hissed. He got up and looked down at Draco. “She’s told me all sorts of interesting stories about you, what sort of lies have you been feeding her, Malfoy?”

He walked towards the theatre; Draco watched the retreating back of his Professor with confusion etched on his brow. He shrugged his shoulders and finished eating his sandwich. Let Snape think what he wants. That guy sees nothing but deceit and lies everywhere. The truth is, Draco thought happily, that he did love Hermione. He loved her very much.

~*~*~

Snape saw Hermione looking at the posters on the wall. She stroked one lovingly and he walked up to her. He put his arms around her waist and leant his chin on her shoulder. She tried to shrug him off but he was too strong, and she felt so good wrapped up in his arms.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, burying his nose in her hair.

“This was a production of My Fair Lady with my grandmother as the role of Eliza Doolittle. I’m doing this mainly for her. She died before I went to Hogwarts. I loved her, and every success I attribute to her. She was a strong woman.”

Snape looked at the poster, and saw the picture of her grandmother. “She looks like you.”

“I know,” Hermione sighed. “I’m a lot like her, apparently. She was brave, adventurous, a bit of a know-it-all, she also fell in love with her Higgins.”

“So, that guy there is your grandfather?” Snape asked.

“Yes,” Hermione sighed. “Thankfully, though, not everything’s in the blood.”

“What do you mean?” Snape asked.

Hermione sighed and tried to turn around in his arms but he was holding her too tight, so she just settled for turning her head to look in his eyes. Her statement died as the heat from his eyes entered into her soul.

“What’s going on?” a voice asked from behind them.

Hermione and Snape turned around and Draco was standing in the doorway; his mouth wide open at the sight of his woman in the arms of Snape.

A/N - This is like my fourth update today...I'm on a roll. Anyway, what did you guys think of this little chappie? Was the quickie to quick? And are they busted?