Melancholy Affection
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,846
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dinner
“Back to Hogwarts? As what?” Hermione turned to face Severus and fixed him with her gaze. Severus smiled.
“As Head of Slytherin and Potions Master of course, Slughorn retired. Minerva is just gagging to have me back.” He kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. “I thought that seeing as you have made me realise how different things can be now that the war is over I’d need to make something of my life again. It was you who made me realise that.” He kissed her again. His had lay on her hip drawing circles on her skin.
“Wow.” Hermione muttered. She turned to him. “I never thought I’d be that effective! My plan was to get you and keep you. Looks like I’ve done more than that.”
“Oh yes, my sweet,” He breathed, “Much much more. You made me realise that I may have done bad things, but that I’m a good person at heart.” He wiped away the sweat from Hermione’s forehead. She smiled warmly back at him.
“And now,” he said, whipping back the covers and getting out of bed, “ I think I should take you out to dinner, seeing as we didn’t get chance to do that before we tore each other’s clothes off and jumped into bed.” Hermione laughed out loud at that and pulled the sheets to her.
“I’ll get ready then.”
----
As Severus stood under the shower, the warm water caressing his body, he smiled inwardly. This was certainly going to be an excellent evening. He had owled the best restaurant in Wizarding London to make a reservation. He wanted this evening to be perfect.
He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror and fingered his wet hair. With a flick of his wand he dried it, another flick and the stubble on his chin disappeared. Next to the bathroom door he had hung his best robes, he dressed carefully in fine tailored trousers, an emerald green silk shirt and his tailored robes over the top. His boots were freshly polished and, as a final touch, he hung a plain silver chain around his neck. He dabbed cologne at his throat and stepped into the sitting room where he was met with a stunning sight.
Hermione had transfigured the linen dress she had arrived in the night before into a stunning long evening gown, in Slytherin colours, Severus noted with pleasure. The dress was velvet in the deepest of emerald greens, with silver embroidery twisting it’s way around her neckline. She had transfigured two hairpins into high heeled silver shoes, seeing as she had brought none with her. Her hair was pinned up as it had been the night before. She looked exhilaratingly beautiful.
Without a word Severus put her cloak around her shoulders and fastened it. He turned and offered her his arm.
“Shall we my sweet.”
She smiled back at him, taking his arm.
----
Hermione sat in the finest restaurant in Diagon Alley, sipping at the best French white wine and eating superb food, but she could give nothing her full attention other than the man sat across the table from her. It was a warm evening, so he had dispensed with his robes and hung them over the back of his chair. He sat with his shirt rolled up to his elbows, his top buttons undone, no eyes for anything but herself. Hermione was intoxicated.
And better still, he was going back to Hogwarts. He was going back to make something of his life, instead of hiding, and he was going to do it with her.
“As Head of Slytherin and Potions Master of course, Slughorn retired. Minerva is just gagging to have me back.” He kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. “I thought that seeing as you have made me realise how different things can be now that the war is over I’d need to make something of my life again. It was you who made me realise that.” He kissed her again. His had lay on her hip drawing circles on her skin.
“Wow.” Hermione muttered. She turned to him. “I never thought I’d be that effective! My plan was to get you and keep you. Looks like I’ve done more than that.”
“Oh yes, my sweet,” He breathed, “Much much more. You made me realise that I may have done bad things, but that I’m a good person at heart.” He wiped away the sweat from Hermione’s forehead. She smiled warmly back at him.
“And now,” he said, whipping back the covers and getting out of bed, “ I think I should take you out to dinner, seeing as we didn’t get chance to do that before we tore each other’s clothes off and jumped into bed.” Hermione laughed out loud at that and pulled the sheets to her.
“I’ll get ready then.”
----
As Severus stood under the shower, the warm water caressing his body, he smiled inwardly. This was certainly going to be an excellent evening. He had owled the best restaurant in Wizarding London to make a reservation. He wanted this evening to be perfect.
He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror and fingered his wet hair. With a flick of his wand he dried it, another flick and the stubble on his chin disappeared. Next to the bathroom door he had hung his best robes, he dressed carefully in fine tailored trousers, an emerald green silk shirt and his tailored robes over the top. His boots were freshly polished and, as a final touch, he hung a plain silver chain around his neck. He dabbed cologne at his throat and stepped into the sitting room where he was met with a stunning sight.
Hermione had transfigured the linen dress she had arrived in the night before into a stunning long evening gown, in Slytherin colours, Severus noted with pleasure. The dress was velvet in the deepest of emerald greens, with silver embroidery twisting it’s way around her neckline. She had transfigured two hairpins into high heeled silver shoes, seeing as she had brought none with her. Her hair was pinned up as it had been the night before. She looked exhilaratingly beautiful.
Without a word Severus put her cloak around her shoulders and fastened it. He turned and offered her his arm.
“Shall we my sweet.”
She smiled back at him, taking his arm.
----
Hermione sat in the finest restaurant in Diagon Alley, sipping at the best French white wine and eating superb food, but she could give nothing her full attention other than the man sat across the table from her. It was a warm evening, so he had dispensed with his robes and hung them over the back of his chair. He sat with his shirt rolled up to his elbows, his top buttons undone, no eyes for anything but herself. Hermione was intoxicated.
And better still, he was going back to Hogwarts. He was going back to make something of his life, instead of hiding, and he was going to do it with her.