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Adult +
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Blind Date
Blind Date
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything I snarfed from her books!!
Numerous A/Ns ahead!!
This fic is based on the Blind Date Challenge by Bella Snape!! The challenge can be found at
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008350
I apologize for the uneventful quality and length (or lack thereof) of this chapter, but it is necessary for setting the scene, sort of an introduction if you will. Should have a new one up soon, so don’t give up on me here!
A picture of Hermione’s dress can be found here: http://www.simplydresses.com/_cache/6598d97799b1635bb4b7311aa180025e.jpg
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Blind Date
Chapter One
Hermione balled up the letter in disgust. How dare he?! Her first publicly acclaimed paper on arithmancy published in several prodigious journals, and he decides to send her an absolutely scathing letter trashing it. She had almost forgotten about his existence since she graduated from Hogwarts four years ago, but here he was, reminding her of his existence in a quintessentially Severus Snape-type way. Hermione snorted and threw the paper against the wall. So what if he didn’t like the paper? She glanced over at the large stack of very positive letters she had received about it. These should all matter much more than some greasy old terrorizing bat’s opinion right?
The only problem was that Snape’s response did matter, and Hermione had no idea why. How did merely seeing his scrawled signature at the bottom of the paper give her butterflies in her stomach? She gritted her teeth in frustration. She was NOT going to have feelings for the Potions Master. What was there was a mere schoolgirl crush she needed to grow out of. Burying her feelings, she turned her mind to more important matters.
These “more important matters” consisted namely of the Hogwarts school reunion later that night, where she would encounter every one of her “best friends” that she hadn’t seen since the summer after her Hogwarts graduation. Well, all except Ginny, with whom she’d kept up a close friendship with, going out to drinks or dinner with at least once a month. Judging by the copious amount of wedding and baby shower invitations she had received over the years, most if not all of her school chums had found romance and/or reproduced. She was happy for them, yes, but she couldn’t contain the small stab of jealousy she felt whenever she read another happy announcement. She had academic success, yes, and thanks to several innovative patents in magical engineering, she had acquired a small fortune of wizarding gold, but she had yet to find romance. She didn’t exactly look forward to seeing all the happy couples at Hogwarts this evening…
“Why can’t I just take you, Cleopatra? Nah, then I’d be thought of as a lesbian into bestiality!” She chuckled as she absentmindedly talked to her cat.
Said feline raised her head regally and uttered a sharp meow, as if to reprimand Hermione for her frivolity. Much to the Siamese’s chagrin, this only made Hermione laugh harder! She laughed until tears came to her eyes, and then sat still for a few moments, composing herself.
“Ok, Cleo, I can do it. I am not going to flip out or wallow in self-pity anymore. The pressing question now is what should I wear?”
After sifting through her closet and coming to the alarming realization that her tastes were about 50 years ahead of her current age of 21, she decided to put her noteworthy skill of transfiguration to some good use. She started with a simple, modest, floor length burgundy dress. With a flick of her wand, it was now a spicy cherry red. She tried it on, preferring to do the rest of the work while wearing it to make sure it fit correctly. She then pointed the tip of her wand to the hem, widening it to make a gracefully billowing skirt. The almost woolen material of the dress didn’t jive too well with this, however, so she transfigured it into a smooth, shimmering satin. A devil inside her couldn’t resist making her do a little twirl, watching the skirt swirl around her shapely calves.
The part below the waist was done. Now Hermione shifted her attentions to the upper portion of the (rapidly becoming) sexy garment. She frowned at the prudish button up collar snug about her neck. Did she buy this, or did her grandmother? This was it: she and Ginny were DEFINITELY going on a shopping spree the very next weekend! She used the tip of her wand to vanish each of the buttons, leaving the lapels flapping open. That would be embarrassing! She giggled, and then fixed the issue. The sleeves were banished as well as the collar, leaving the dress looking like any normal spaghetti strap get-up.
This was fine, but she wanted to add something special. She wanted to make up for her lack of a companion by giving her former school chums a glimpse of the fact that she was no longer the prim bookworm. Her hands absentmindedly ran over her curves. She had filled out quite a bit in the last few years, and the appreciating glances from various males had begun to register in her mind. She cast it off as simple desperation on the part of the men before, but viewing herself in the rapidly transforming red dress was beginning to change her mind. Now to business! Thinking for a minute, she finally dragged the tip of her wand (and consequently the neckline of her dress) all the way down to her waist, making a slit that showed a teasing slice of her belly along with ample cleavage while still looking classy. To make sure her dignity was preserved, Hermione added a few silk ribbons across her tummy to keep the dress where it was supposed to be.
Rummaging through a box on her closet floor containing various summer paraphernalia, she emerged, victorious, with a pair of beat up red flip-flops. A flick of her wand had the faded bits of rubber transformed into a gorgeous pair of strappy red high-heeled sandals, to which she applied a cushioning charm. Five-inch heels could be a killer! The outfit was complete with a glittering diamond and ruby choker and her hair left in loose waves with a liberal amount of Sleakeasy’s Hair Potion (or Miracle Juice, as Hermione liked to call it).
With a quick squeeze and cuddle to Cleopatra, to which Cleo gave an indignant and somewhat strangled cry of complaint, Hermione clutched the portkey to Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t stop a shiver of fear and anticipation. This is it, she told herself. I can do it. I haven’t seen anyone except Ginny since a few months after graduation, so I’ll knock ‘em dead! With a grin, she activated the portkey and was wrenched by the belly-button to the Hogwarts great hall.
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything I snarfed from her books!!
Numerous A/Ns ahead!!
This fic is based on the Blind Date Challenge by Bella Snape!! The challenge can be found at
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008350
I apologize for the uneventful quality and length (or lack thereof) of this chapter, but it is necessary for setting the scene, sort of an introduction if you will. Should have a new one up soon, so don’t give up on me here!
A picture of Hermione’s dress can be found here: http://www.simplydresses.com/_cache/6598d97799b1635bb4b7311aa180025e.jpg
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Blind Date
Chapter One
Hermione balled up the letter in disgust. How dare he?! Her first publicly acclaimed paper on arithmancy published in several prodigious journals, and he decides to send her an absolutely scathing letter trashing it. She had almost forgotten about his existence since she graduated from Hogwarts four years ago, but here he was, reminding her of his existence in a quintessentially Severus Snape-type way. Hermione snorted and threw the paper against the wall. So what if he didn’t like the paper? She glanced over at the large stack of very positive letters she had received about it. These should all matter much more than some greasy old terrorizing bat’s opinion right?
The only problem was that Snape’s response did matter, and Hermione had no idea why. How did merely seeing his scrawled signature at the bottom of the paper give her butterflies in her stomach? She gritted her teeth in frustration. She was NOT going to have feelings for the Potions Master. What was there was a mere schoolgirl crush she needed to grow out of. Burying her feelings, she turned her mind to more important matters.
These “more important matters” consisted namely of the Hogwarts school reunion later that night, where she would encounter every one of her “best friends” that she hadn’t seen since the summer after her Hogwarts graduation. Well, all except Ginny, with whom she’d kept up a close friendship with, going out to drinks or dinner with at least once a month. Judging by the copious amount of wedding and baby shower invitations she had received over the years, most if not all of her school chums had found romance and/or reproduced. She was happy for them, yes, but she couldn’t contain the small stab of jealousy she felt whenever she read another happy announcement. She had academic success, yes, and thanks to several innovative patents in magical engineering, she had acquired a small fortune of wizarding gold, but she had yet to find romance. She didn’t exactly look forward to seeing all the happy couples at Hogwarts this evening…
“Why can’t I just take you, Cleopatra? Nah, then I’d be thought of as a lesbian into bestiality!” She chuckled as she absentmindedly talked to her cat.
Said feline raised her head regally and uttered a sharp meow, as if to reprimand Hermione for her frivolity. Much to the Siamese’s chagrin, this only made Hermione laugh harder! She laughed until tears came to her eyes, and then sat still for a few moments, composing herself.
“Ok, Cleo, I can do it. I am not going to flip out or wallow in self-pity anymore. The pressing question now is what should I wear?”
After sifting through her closet and coming to the alarming realization that her tastes were about 50 years ahead of her current age of 21, she decided to put her noteworthy skill of transfiguration to some good use. She started with a simple, modest, floor length burgundy dress. With a flick of her wand, it was now a spicy cherry red. She tried it on, preferring to do the rest of the work while wearing it to make sure it fit correctly. She then pointed the tip of her wand to the hem, widening it to make a gracefully billowing skirt. The almost woolen material of the dress didn’t jive too well with this, however, so she transfigured it into a smooth, shimmering satin. A devil inside her couldn’t resist making her do a little twirl, watching the skirt swirl around her shapely calves.
The part below the waist was done. Now Hermione shifted her attentions to the upper portion of the (rapidly becoming) sexy garment. She frowned at the prudish button up collar snug about her neck. Did she buy this, or did her grandmother? This was it: she and Ginny were DEFINITELY going on a shopping spree the very next weekend! She used the tip of her wand to vanish each of the buttons, leaving the lapels flapping open. That would be embarrassing! She giggled, and then fixed the issue. The sleeves were banished as well as the collar, leaving the dress looking like any normal spaghetti strap get-up.
This was fine, but she wanted to add something special. She wanted to make up for her lack of a companion by giving her former school chums a glimpse of the fact that she was no longer the prim bookworm. Her hands absentmindedly ran over her curves. She had filled out quite a bit in the last few years, and the appreciating glances from various males had begun to register in her mind. She cast it off as simple desperation on the part of the men before, but viewing herself in the rapidly transforming red dress was beginning to change her mind. Now to business! Thinking for a minute, she finally dragged the tip of her wand (and consequently the neckline of her dress) all the way down to her waist, making a slit that showed a teasing slice of her belly along with ample cleavage while still looking classy. To make sure her dignity was preserved, Hermione added a few silk ribbons across her tummy to keep the dress where it was supposed to be.
Rummaging through a box on her closet floor containing various summer paraphernalia, she emerged, victorious, with a pair of beat up red flip-flops. A flick of her wand had the faded bits of rubber transformed into a gorgeous pair of strappy red high-heeled sandals, to which she applied a cushioning charm. Five-inch heels could be a killer! The outfit was complete with a glittering diamond and ruby choker and her hair left in loose waves with a liberal amount of Sleakeasy’s Hair Potion (or Miracle Juice, as Hermione liked to call it).
With a quick squeeze and cuddle to Cleopatra, to which Cleo gave an indignant and somewhat strangled cry of complaint, Hermione clutched the portkey to Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t stop a shiver of fear and anticipation. This is it, she told herself. I can do it. I haven’t seen anyone except Ginny since a few months after graduation, so I’ll knock ‘em dead! With a grin, she activated the portkey and was wrenched by the belly-button to the Hogwarts great hall.