The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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9,227
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39
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Snape's Intrusion
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 9 – Snape’s Intrusion
Lucius Malfoy found himself standing face to face with Professor Severus Snape. His face hardened as he realised his mistake in using a house elf to deliver his mail.
“Expecting someone else?” Severus sneered then pushed past a shocked Malfoy, heading into the room of requirement.
“Very nice, Lucius, Very nice! Ah – champagne – always a classy touch. Though I’m not a great fan of strawberries myself.” He reached for the champagne bottle, removing the foil and expertly twisting the bottle. There was a gentle pop and mists swirled around the open top. Delicately Severus replaced the bottle in the ice and turned to face a livid Lucius.
“Thank you, Lucius, that will be all.” His arrogance was supreme as he flicked back his cloak and sat down on the chaise-long, studying Lucius who was now white with fury.
“How dare you! I am your chair of governors!”
“Yes, Lucius but you are no longer Voldemort’s right hand man so you don’t scare me. Besides, I am sure the headmaster would be delighted to see the er…” he gestured around the room, “…preparations you have made for a formal interview with a female member of his staff, he may even want to let Cornelius Fudge know – who may feel that he has relaxed the terms of your confinement a little too much. You’ll probably find yourself completely limited to Malfoy Manor. Or who knows – even Azkaban!”
“You’ll regret this, Snape.” He turned abruptly and went across to fetch his outer garments. He then crossed to the bed where he picked up his cane. His hand hovered over the silver topped crystal bottle. A slight smile came to his lips and he withdrew his hand, casting a glance over his shoulder towards Severus. Finally he picked up his black leather gloves from the table and marched to the door. He paused and turned to look at Severus, who was busily pouring champagne into two glasses
“Good evening Severus.” His tone was acerbic but calm. With that he whirled through the door, which, slammed itself behind him.
~~~xx~~~
Seven o’clock already? She was running late. Well, who cares – it’s only Malfoy and this time it really is an interrogation.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror critically. The long green crushed velvet dress was a little figure hugging around the bodice and rather accentuated her breasts (so what - she wanted to remind him what he was missing didn’t she?). She smiled. The dress sported a very modest neck-line, long sleeves, and reached almost to her feet, flaring from her waist. It was perfect.
Hermione pulled on her robes, fastening them with a large faux emerald clasp and stowed her wand in a pocket inside her robes. Looking again with satisfaction at her reflection she turned confidently and left her room.
She knocked quietly on the door to the Room of Requirement. It was now ten past seven and she was late for a man who probably didn’t tolerate tardiness that well. Tough, he could be rude too – she was only returning the favour.
There was no answer. Had he given up on her and gone back to his room? She knocked a little louder and the door moved a fraction. Still no answer. Since the door was now slightly ajar, she decided to risk the intrusion. She pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
Her jaw dropped as her face was lit with a profusion of candles. Her attention was instantly drawn to the bed – the sumptuous covers, the dark seductive colours. So – that’s what he had in mind. Not content with using and insulting her, he now wanted to play on the gullibility of her previous visit. She was instantly comforted by the fact she was wearing underwear on this visit and the fact that she had eaten today. Besides she could refuse alcohol if she wanted to keep a clear head and barring his use of magic he wouldn’t find her the easy target he had last time.
At the same time she was aware of a twinge of arousal brought on by the mere thought of her last visit, and this incredibly romantic gesture. But no! She mustn’t let her loins rule her head as he clearly did.
Not seeing him, but assuming he was lurking in one of the darkened corners, she called out.
“This is not going to work, Mr Malfoy. You’re not going to seduce me. I’m not interested…”
She stopped talking and her jaw dropped again as over to her left a door opened. A figure, blending perfectly with the room, black clothes, black hair and black expression emerged and spoke.
“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that, Hermione.”
By Luciusfan
Chapter 9 – Snape’s Intrusion
Lucius Malfoy found himself standing face to face with Professor Severus Snape. His face hardened as he realised his mistake in using a house elf to deliver his mail.
“Expecting someone else?” Severus sneered then pushed past a shocked Malfoy, heading into the room of requirement.
“Very nice, Lucius, Very nice! Ah – champagne – always a classy touch. Though I’m not a great fan of strawberries myself.” He reached for the champagne bottle, removing the foil and expertly twisting the bottle. There was a gentle pop and mists swirled around the open top. Delicately Severus replaced the bottle in the ice and turned to face a livid Lucius.
“Thank you, Lucius, that will be all.” His arrogance was supreme as he flicked back his cloak and sat down on the chaise-long, studying Lucius who was now white with fury.
“How dare you! I am your chair of governors!”
“Yes, Lucius but you are no longer Voldemort’s right hand man so you don’t scare me. Besides, I am sure the headmaster would be delighted to see the er…” he gestured around the room, “…preparations you have made for a formal interview with a female member of his staff, he may even want to let Cornelius Fudge know – who may feel that he has relaxed the terms of your confinement a little too much. You’ll probably find yourself completely limited to Malfoy Manor. Or who knows – even Azkaban!”
“You’ll regret this, Snape.” He turned abruptly and went across to fetch his outer garments. He then crossed to the bed where he picked up his cane. His hand hovered over the silver topped crystal bottle. A slight smile came to his lips and he withdrew his hand, casting a glance over his shoulder towards Severus. Finally he picked up his black leather gloves from the table and marched to the door. He paused and turned to look at Severus, who was busily pouring champagne into two glasses
“Good evening Severus.” His tone was acerbic but calm. With that he whirled through the door, which, slammed itself behind him.
~~~xx~~~
Seven o’clock already? She was running late. Well, who cares – it’s only Malfoy and this time it really is an interrogation.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror critically. The long green crushed velvet dress was a little figure hugging around the bodice and rather accentuated her breasts (so what - she wanted to remind him what he was missing didn’t she?). She smiled. The dress sported a very modest neck-line, long sleeves, and reached almost to her feet, flaring from her waist. It was perfect.
Hermione pulled on her robes, fastening them with a large faux emerald clasp and stowed her wand in a pocket inside her robes. Looking again with satisfaction at her reflection she turned confidently and left her room.
She knocked quietly on the door to the Room of Requirement. It was now ten past seven and she was late for a man who probably didn’t tolerate tardiness that well. Tough, he could be rude too – she was only returning the favour.
There was no answer. Had he given up on her and gone back to his room? She knocked a little louder and the door moved a fraction. Still no answer. Since the door was now slightly ajar, she decided to risk the intrusion. She pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
Her jaw dropped as her face was lit with a profusion of candles. Her attention was instantly drawn to the bed – the sumptuous covers, the dark seductive colours. So – that’s what he had in mind. Not content with using and insulting her, he now wanted to play on the gullibility of her previous visit. She was instantly comforted by the fact she was wearing underwear on this visit and the fact that she had eaten today. Besides she could refuse alcohol if she wanted to keep a clear head and barring his use of magic he wouldn’t find her the easy target he had last time.
At the same time she was aware of a twinge of arousal brought on by the mere thought of her last visit, and this incredibly romantic gesture. But no! She mustn’t let her loins rule her head as he clearly did.
Not seeing him, but assuming he was lurking in one of the darkened corners, she called out.
“This is not going to work, Mr Malfoy. You’re not going to seduce me. I’m not interested…”
She stopped talking and her jaw dropped again as over to her left a door opened. A figure, blending perfectly with the room, black clothes, black hair and black expression emerged and spoke.
“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that, Hermione.”