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Chapter 7: Everybody Here Wants You
Chapter 7: Everybody Here Wants You
December 23rd
Severus was rushing around the castle, making last minute preparations, checking and double checking the menu’s with the house elves, owling to confirm the band and snapping off anybody’s head that got in his way.
There was a final task, a task he was so anticipating and dreading he had left it until last.
He raised his fist and knocked. When the door opened he inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo and was invited inside.
They had tried not to be awkward. Each of them studiously avoiding the other and acting all together too courteous. Being so nice to each other took its toll, with each being stretched to breaking point over the stress of the school year, what they really needed was release.
“Ah, Headmaster, I trust you’re here to see about my charms?” the way her tongue twisted around these words gave him rise to bite back to her comment, but he resisted, the stress and tension to palpable for him to consider flirting
“indeed” he replied, making no other motion toward her.
It was a genius idea really.
When the planning started for the double Christmas Feast and Voldeys Mouldy party they had almost immediately hit a snag.
Alcohol.
It was a given that the students would not be allowed to drink, but there would also be adults from the outside wizarding world at this party, who would be expecting nothing short of a blow-out party.
It was Severus who masterminded the idea, rounding on Hermione in a frightful manner, demanding she invent this charm. And she had.
“The charm recognises the age of the magical signature on the ladle. Anyone under the age of 17 will not be able to drink the alcohol, however when an adult touches the ladle, the alcohol in the punch will be allowed into the cup.”
“And what of those 17 year old students and their not yet seventeen friends?” he said, hoping she hadn’t overlooked the flaw.
“The cups have the same charm, as an added precautionary measure. Also, the students will have to leave at midnight, as the charm will not last longer than 6 hours.”
“Brilliant.” He said and with that he started toward the door
“Headmaster?” she called after him, her voice cracking and timid
“Mm” he replied, not turning back toward her
“Should I wear my hair up or down?” she said, her voice barely making it to his ears.
He spun toward her and gave her a confused look, well as close to confused as Severus Snape could get.
“Why on earth are you asking me girl?” he replied to her, his voice filled with familiar annoyance and quizzical arrogance
“I just wondered, how you wanted me” She replied, braver now.
He sighed deeply, remembering the intoxicating charm she possessed that made him answer, against his will.
“Up.” He replied. He then decided to play back, throwing caution to the wind.
Her hair was down at the present, and she was facing him, he moved toward her, quickly.
“Because when you wear your hair up” he said, gently moving the curls away from her delicate ivory neck “you look so much…taller”
He left as quickly as he could, hoping that he left her trembling.
He had.
Severus barely remembered to shower on December 24th. He finally leapt into the shower, washed and conditioned himself before leaping out again, doing a rushed shave on his face and casting a drying charm on his body.
The party officially started at 6pm with a sit down dinner, it was 5:30 when Severus finished dressing. The official word was that the dress code was not totally formal, but respectable attire was a given.
Severus was wearing his usual attire, robes. But these were made of the finest material he could find, with dragonskin shoes and matching cuff links. His under-robes were a deep emerald green, finally adding colour to his black wardrobe. He brushed his teeth and hair in the mirror before flying down the stairs to the Great Hall.
Hermione was also putting the finishing touches on her outfit.
After an emergency shopping trip with Ginny she had found a wonderful dress. It was a simple halter neck with an uneven hem, finishing in some places above the knee and others around the shin. It flowed when she walked, and her skin glowed.
The dress was completely backless, making Hermione consider a shawl, but deciding against it, she checked her hair obsessively.
Her hair had been a thing of genius. After the breathtaking experience with Snape she had decided indeed to wear her hair up. It was twisted and piled on the back of her head, with delicately curled tendrils framing her face. She wore no extravagant jewellery, just a simple pair of drop earrings and some jewelled heels. Her makeup was not extravagant, but just highlighted her features.
Deeming herself ready to go, Hermione left her chambers at 5:45
It was 6:30, the food and alcohol were flowing freely. Severus sat with colleagues eating grilled fish chatting and laughing as he downed his second scotch.
Hermione was seated at a table with her old school friends, Harry fussed over the 8 months pregnant Ginny Weasley, making her slightly annoyed but also happy, Ron was going stag, laughing loudly as each beer he downed make his face redder.
Hermione missed these times, this was the way she loved it, wine, food and her friends, all together in one place with the fear of the past left behind.
Although she didn’t know it, all eyes were on the charms teacher that night, near unrecognisable with her hair tamed into sexy tendrils and her attitude light and humourous.
By 10:30 most of the staff were drunk, students had found deserted corners to make out in, and the band was playing in full force, Hermione needed to sit, the wine was making her lightheaded and one too many swing dances with Ron had left her feeling dizzy. She sat herself on a table close by and massaged her feet to relieve the pain of her heels.
“Dance card too much for you Miss Granger?” the unmistakable drawl sobered her somewhat as she looked up from her aching feet.
“I’m afraid so Sir” she said smiling.
“Call me Severus, it is a party Hermione” he said, leaning across the table and smiling at her.
The realisation hit her and she couldn’t help blurt it out
“Severus, you’re drunk” she said with a giggle
“mmm….quite” he replied, laughing.
Their conversation began and turned to potions, charms, rotten students and bets on the number of morning after potions to be handed out in the morning.
Suddenly, it was 12:30 in the morning, they had spoken for hours and yet the party around them was still going strong. The band was contracted until the last partygoers left and were paid out until dawn.
With all the underage students gone, the staff had begun to let loose. McGonagall and Hagrid were dancing together, as well as many others dancing together.
The punch was fresh and strong. Hermione could taste rum and coconut as she took the glass offered to her. Severus and Hermione were talking, losing track of their drinks and time.
Finally they both found themselves to be sufficiently drunk to laugh and make jokes together.
“You know, Hermione that dress is quite lascivious.” He said, locking his eyes onto hers, his smouldering glare sending goosebumps down her spine.
“What exactly makes it so…raunchy” she replied, her eyes finding his.
“Would you like to dance?” He said, standing suddenly and offering his hand.
“Severus Snape…You Dance?” she giggled, taking his hand and allowing herself to be led onto to the open dance floor.
“Will you look at them!” Ginny said for the hundredth time.
“I’m trying my hardest not to darling” Harry replied
“It is so obvious they are into each other” Ginny said, ignoring the slightly disgusted look on her husbands face
“Oh what if they had children!!” she squealed, bouncing slightly in her seat.
“Sweetheart please be careful” He said stroking her swollen stomach.
“Harry, stop babying me and come dance” Ginny said, dragging her apprehensive husband onto the dance floor to slow dance with his swollen, but happy wife.
Elsewhere on the dancefloor, Ron, after many too many fire-whisky’s had commandeered Luna Lovegood for many dances, and Ron was now carrying her around attempting to sing the lyrics.
Severus and Hermione were dancing a jazzed waltz, moving in time with each other and the beat.
Severus was amazed at how tiny she was, her head just reaching his shoulder, and his hand fully enclosing hers. He was amazed at how she moved like flowing water with no hint of alcohol in every step she took. She laughed and looked him in the eyes as he swung her around. They laughed and yelled conversation at each other as the music flowed over them, combining with the alcohol, stripping away their inhibitions.
They decided to take a drink break. Hermione downing another punch and Severus another fire-whisky. They took some time away from one another to laugh and talk with other drunk colleagues and friends. Saying goodbye to Ginny and Harry kissing them both drunkenly and laughing at Ginny’s mention of “there’s no sex without safe sex.”
Harry and Ginny left the party at 2:30 in the morning, and they were some of the first to leave. The music continued and the alcohol flowed into the early hours of the morning.
At about 4:30 the music slowed, and those still sober enough to stand, took to the dance floor with their chosen partners and danced together to the slow beats.
Severus and Hermione pressed their bodies against one another as they swayed to the slow beats of the music. Inhibitions thrown to the wind they swayed with each other.
The music changed and a slow melancholy rhythm and a haunting voice filled the room
Twenty nine pearls and kiss a singing smile
Coffee smell and lilac skin, your flame in me
“Mmm…I love this song” Hermione murmured into Severus’s chest, her voice vibrating.
“I don’t know it” He said back, his chin resting on her head
“Its by a muggle” she replied
I’ll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
Hermione looked up at Severus just as he looked straight down at her.
Their eyes met as they swayed slowly to the beat of the music.
Severus’s hand trailed slowly up to her neck as he tilted her head back and pulled her close.
Hermione’s eyes closed as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.
Their lips met softly under starry sky of the great hall.
...
A/N: For Erin, for being so patient
Don't forget to review and next chapter involves some wonderful lemons, in case you couldn't guess heheh
December 23rd
Severus was rushing around the castle, making last minute preparations, checking and double checking the menu’s with the house elves, owling to confirm the band and snapping off anybody’s head that got in his way.
There was a final task, a task he was so anticipating and dreading he had left it until last.
He raised his fist and knocked. When the door opened he inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo and was invited inside.
They had tried not to be awkward. Each of them studiously avoiding the other and acting all together too courteous. Being so nice to each other took its toll, with each being stretched to breaking point over the stress of the school year, what they really needed was release.
“Ah, Headmaster, I trust you’re here to see about my charms?” the way her tongue twisted around these words gave him rise to bite back to her comment, but he resisted, the stress and tension to palpable for him to consider flirting
“indeed” he replied, making no other motion toward her.
It was a genius idea really.
When the planning started for the double Christmas Feast and Voldeys Mouldy party they had almost immediately hit a snag.
Alcohol.
It was a given that the students would not be allowed to drink, but there would also be adults from the outside wizarding world at this party, who would be expecting nothing short of a blow-out party.
It was Severus who masterminded the idea, rounding on Hermione in a frightful manner, demanding she invent this charm. And she had.
“The charm recognises the age of the magical signature on the ladle. Anyone under the age of 17 will not be able to drink the alcohol, however when an adult touches the ladle, the alcohol in the punch will be allowed into the cup.”
“And what of those 17 year old students and their not yet seventeen friends?” he said, hoping she hadn’t overlooked the flaw.
“The cups have the same charm, as an added precautionary measure. Also, the students will have to leave at midnight, as the charm will not last longer than 6 hours.”
“Brilliant.” He said and with that he started toward the door
“Headmaster?” she called after him, her voice cracking and timid
“Mm” he replied, not turning back toward her
“Should I wear my hair up or down?” she said, her voice barely making it to his ears.
He spun toward her and gave her a confused look, well as close to confused as Severus Snape could get.
“Why on earth are you asking me girl?” he replied to her, his voice filled with familiar annoyance and quizzical arrogance
“I just wondered, how you wanted me” She replied, braver now.
He sighed deeply, remembering the intoxicating charm she possessed that made him answer, against his will.
“Up.” He replied. He then decided to play back, throwing caution to the wind.
Her hair was down at the present, and she was facing him, he moved toward her, quickly.
“Because when you wear your hair up” he said, gently moving the curls away from her delicate ivory neck “you look so much…taller”
He left as quickly as he could, hoping that he left her trembling.
He had.
Severus barely remembered to shower on December 24th. He finally leapt into the shower, washed and conditioned himself before leaping out again, doing a rushed shave on his face and casting a drying charm on his body.
The party officially started at 6pm with a sit down dinner, it was 5:30 when Severus finished dressing. The official word was that the dress code was not totally formal, but respectable attire was a given.
Severus was wearing his usual attire, robes. But these were made of the finest material he could find, with dragonskin shoes and matching cuff links. His under-robes were a deep emerald green, finally adding colour to his black wardrobe. He brushed his teeth and hair in the mirror before flying down the stairs to the Great Hall.
Hermione was also putting the finishing touches on her outfit.
After an emergency shopping trip with Ginny she had found a wonderful dress. It was a simple halter neck with an uneven hem, finishing in some places above the knee and others around the shin. It flowed when she walked, and her skin glowed.
The dress was completely backless, making Hermione consider a shawl, but deciding against it, she checked her hair obsessively.
Her hair had been a thing of genius. After the breathtaking experience with Snape she had decided indeed to wear her hair up. It was twisted and piled on the back of her head, with delicately curled tendrils framing her face. She wore no extravagant jewellery, just a simple pair of drop earrings and some jewelled heels. Her makeup was not extravagant, but just highlighted her features.
Deeming herself ready to go, Hermione left her chambers at 5:45
It was 6:30, the food and alcohol were flowing freely. Severus sat with colleagues eating grilled fish chatting and laughing as he downed his second scotch.
Hermione was seated at a table with her old school friends, Harry fussed over the 8 months pregnant Ginny Weasley, making her slightly annoyed but also happy, Ron was going stag, laughing loudly as each beer he downed make his face redder.
Hermione missed these times, this was the way she loved it, wine, food and her friends, all together in one place with the fear of the past left behind.
Although she didn’t know it, all eyes were on the charms teacher that night, near unrecognisable with her hair tamed into sexy tendrils and her attitude light and humourous.
By 10:30 most of the staff were drunk, students had found deserted corners to make out in, and the band was playing in full force, Hermione needed to sit, the wine was making her lightheaded and one too many swing dances with Ron had left her feeling dizzy. She sat herself on a table close by and massaged her feet to relieve the pain of her heels.
“Dance card too much for you Miss Granger?” the unmistakable drawl sobered her somewhat as she looked up from her aching feet.
“I’m afraid so Sir” she said smiling.
“Call me Severus, it is a party Hermione” he said, leaning across the table and smiling at her.
The realisation hit her and she couldn’t help blurt it out
“Severus, you’re drunk” she said with a giggle
“mmm….quite” he replied, laughing.
Their conversation began and turned to potions, charms, rotten students and bets on the number of morning after potions to be handed out in the morning.
Suddenly, it was 12:30 in the morning, they had spoken for hours and yet the party around them was still going strong. The band was contracted until the last partygoers left and were paid out until dawn.
With all the underage students gone, the staff had begun to let loose. McGonagall and Hagrid were dancing together, as well as many others dancing together.
The punch was fresh and strong. Hermione could taste rum and coconut as she took the glass offered to her. Severus and Hermione were talking, losing track of their drinks and time.
Finally they both found themselves to be sufficiently drunk to laugh and make jokes together.
“You know, Hermione that dress is quite lascivious.” He said, locking his eyes onto hers, his smouldering glare sending goosebumps down her spine.
“What exactly makes it so…raunchy” she replied, her eyes finding his.
“Would you like to dance?” He said, standing suddenly and offering his hand.
“Severus Snape…You Dance?” she giggled, taking his hand and allowing herself to be led onto to the open dance floor.
“Will you look at them!” Ginny said for the hundredth time.
“I’m trying my hardest not to darling” Harry replied
“It is so obvious they are into each other” Ginny said, ignoring the slightly disgusted look on her husbands face
“Oh what if they had children!!” she squealed, bouncing slightly in her seat.
“Sweetheart please be careful” He said stroking her swollen stomach.
“Harry, stop babying me and come dance” Ginny said, dragging her apprehensive husband onto the dance floor to slow dance with his swollen, but happy wife.
Elsewhere on the dancefloor, Ron, after many too many fire-whisky’s had commandeered Luna Lovegood for many dances, and Ron was now carrying her around attempting to sing the lyrics.
Severus and Hermione were dancing a jazzed waltz, moving in time with each other and the beat.
Severus was amazed at how tiny she was, her head just reaching his shoulder, and his hand fully enclosing hers. He was amazed at how she moved like flowing water with no hint of alcohol in every step she took. She laughed and looked him in the eyes as he swung her around. They laughed and yelled conversation at each other as the music flowed over them, combining with the alcohol, stripping away their inhibitions.
They decided to take a drink break. Hermione downing another punch and Severus another fire-whisky. They took some time away from one another to laugh and talk with other drunk colleagues and friends. Saying goodbye to Ginny and Harry kissing them both drunkenly and laughing at Ginny’s mention of “there’s no sex without safe sex.”
Harry and Ginny left the party at 2:30 in the morning, and they were some of the first to leave. The music continued and the alcohol flowed into the early hours of the morning.
At about 4:30 the music slowed, and those still sober enough to stand, took to the dance floor with their chosen partners and danced together to the slow beats.
Severus and Hermione pressed their bodies against one another as they swayed to the slow beats of the music. Inhibitions thrown to the wind they swayed with each other.
The music changed and a slow melancholy rhythm and a haunting voice filled the room
Twenty nine pearls and kiss a singing smile
Coffee smell and lilac skin, your flame in me
“Mmm…I love this song” Hermione murmured into Severus’s chest, her voice vibrating.
“I don’t know it” He said back, his chin resting on her head
“Its by a muggle” she replied
I’ll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
Hermione looked up at Severus just as he looked straight down at her.
Their eyes met as they swayed slowly to the beat of the music.
Severus’s hand trailed slowly up to her neck as he tilted her head back and pulled her close.
Hermione’s eyes closed as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.
Their lips met softly under starry sky of the great hall.
...
A/N: For Erin, for being so patient
Don't forget to review and next chapter involves some wonderful lemons, in case you couldn't guess heheh