Her Secret Admirer

A/N: This story takes place 10 years after the final battle. I decided that certain characters could not die, so they didn't :)I am warning you that the characters are a little OOC. I tried not to make them very OOC, but I figured 10 years after a war people's attitudes are going to change. I also wrote this very quick. So it is sweet and to the point. It is very romantic and fluffy. If you don't like it when Severus is sweet and fluffy or when characters are OOC please do not read this and then flame me. I gave you proper warning.

Enjoy

“Hey, Granger, you have an embarrassing display of purple roses covering you desk over here.”

“What?” Hermione yelled from the break room at the Minstery of Magic.

Draco Malfoy walked in where Hermione was finishing her lunch. It had been ten years since the final battle had been won and seven years since Hermione and Draco joined the staff at the Ministry.

“I said you have a delivery of roses covering your desk.”

Hermione ran from the room to her desk where there were at least five dozen deep purple, long-stemmed roses in crystal vases.

“On my gods! Who are they from?” Hermione asked in wonder.

“Don’t know a messenger delivered them a few minutes ago. See if there’s a card.”

Hermione searched the five vases trying to locate a card. She found it buried in the middle of the third bunch.

“Read it out loud, I want to know who would spend this much money on you?” Draco joked.

Hermione shot him a dirty look but read it out loud anyway.

“Happy birthday Hermione, I hope you find these flowers to your liking. I have been watching you for quite sometime now and would finally like to ask you out to dinner for your birthday. There will be another delivery today that will contain the address to the restaurant.”

Draco was the first one to speak. “That is really…CREEPY! This person has been watching you? I’m not sure I would go if I were you.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose up at Draco’s comment. “Since when do care about my welfare, Malfoy?”

Draco looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “Well it could have been when we started working together and I realized that you weren’t such a smart-ass know-it-all.”

“Aww, how sweet, I never knew you cared.” Hermione replied sarcastically.

Draco gave her his sweet and innocent look, well as sweet and innocent as a Malfoy can get anyway. Then he ruined it, “Or it could have been when I started fucking your best friend.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks. That was almost a compliment. How is Harry by the way?”

“Very good.” he said quirking his eyebrows at her.

“Yuck, ewww, I did not need to hear that.” Hermione laughed.

“Then you shouldn’t have asked.”

“I didn’t mean…oh never mind. Back to my secret admirer, what should I do?” Hermione said desperate to get off that topic.

“I don’t know. Do you have any idea who it could be?” Draco shrugged.

“Well, not many people know I like purple roses, so that is a big clue.”

“It could be Ron,” Draco offered his opinion.

“God I hope not! First this isn’t his style and second he is dating Luna Lovegood.”

“It could be any of the Weasels…I mean Weasleys.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at his little slip, “It could possibily be Charlie, but he is in Romania.”

“Doesn’t mean anything.”

“True, it could be one of the twins but unless the flowers explode or start to smell like a skunk then I doubt it was one of them.” Hermione laughed.

“Maybe you should wait and see what the next delivery is.” Draco said as he headed back to his desk.

************

Two hours later an owl swooped in and deposited a brown wrapped box on Hermione’s desk next to the roses. Of course, Draco was right there when Hermione started to rip off the wrapping.

Hermione’s eyes went wide when she revealed the gift. “Oh my, it’s a box of Belgium Chocolates.”

“Where is the card?” Draco asked looking at the box.

Hermione looked around and found it taped to the bottom on the box.

“My love, I hope you enjoy the chocolates. I know that they are your favorite. I look forward to seeing you tonight. That is if you do not stand me up. The name of the restaurant is on the back of the card. I made the reservations for eight o’clock. Until then, my love.”

“Good gods, Granger, you really did a number on this bloke.”

Hermione ignored her co-worker as she flipped over the card, her eyes widened in shock. “This is the most expensive restaurant in Paris!”

“Impressive, so what are you going to wear?”

“Wait, what weren’t you just telling me a few hours ago that this wasn’t a good idea?”

“Think about it for a minute, Granger, he buys a huge display of roses and sends them to your work. He also sends you a box of imported chocolates, and is planning on wining and dining you at Paris’s most exclusive restaurant. I don’t think he is doing all of this just to hurt or kill you. Besides it is a very public, muggle place, nothing is going to happen to you.”

Hermione studied her co-worker for a moment. “You know who it is, don’t you?”

“What? No. I’m just saying I don’t think it is a trap.”

Hermione thought for a moment, she was sure if she believed Draco, he looked like he was hiding something.

“I don’t know. What if it’s a trap?”

“Hermione, take a risk for gods’ sake, besides you will have your wand with you.”

The witch contemplated for a moment, “Your right, I’m going to go for it!”

“Thank the gods! Now what are you going to wear?”

Hermione laughed. “I have something in mind. I picked it up over the summer when I was in Prague.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see it.”

“I saw it at a little shop and just had…wait, what?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you go to a posh restaurant in Paris with hair like that? I will have my hairdresser Desmond meet you at your home at six.”

Hermione self consciously touched her hair before narrowing her eyes. “You have a hairdresser?” she said mockingly.

“Shut it, Granger.” Draco joked as he walked back to his desk to finish his work.

*******

At seven fifty Hermione was nervously pacing the floor of her living room, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Draco and Harry just left a few minutes ago, after reassuring her that she looked spectacular. “What am I doing, what if he is some kind of psycho killer seeking revenge?” She thought. “No. Stop thinking that, I’m sure he is just very shy and didn’t want to ask me out to my face. I’m sure he is just as nervous as I am.”

She looked at the mirror one more time. She really liked how Desmond did her hair. He styled it in a French twist with soft ringlets framing her face. Her makeup was very subtle; it didn’t even look like she was wearing any.

Her dress was made of silk in a deep burgundy color. It had a plunging neckline that showed just the right amount of cleavage and a slit that went up to her mid-thigh. Her shoes were a three inch black strapped sandal.

She finished off her outfit with a thin white gold chain with a medium diamond teardrop pendant in the center and matching earrings, a birthday gift from Harry and Draco.

“Here goes nothing,” she thought as she Apparated to the restaurant.

*************

Hermione was seated in a secluded part of the restaurant very few other patrons were around. Who ever was her admirer went to a lot of trouble to make sure this would be a private dinner.

The witch was getting very nervous just sitting there. She started to second guess herself and getting angry at Draco for talking her into this, when she heard a very familiar, silky voice behind her.

“I’m glad to see that you accepted my invitation. It would have been embarrassing if I had to dine alone.”

“Professor Snape!” Hermione gasped in shock. He looked so different since she saw him last. Hermione almost didn’t recognize him; he was dressed in a black, muggle designer suit. His face was still pale but he didn’t have the haunted, angry look anymore. His hair was shiny not greasy, he looked very handsome.

He smirked at her bewildered expression, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you. So do you, I hardly recognize you, professor.”

“Please call me Severus.” He moved to the other chair across from Hermione and sat down. “I can only guess, by your stunned expression that you were not expecting me?” he said studying her face trying to figure out if she was going to run away or not.

“I do admit that you were not the first wizard I thought would send me five dozen purple roses. Come to think of it, how did you know they were my favorite?”

Severus thought for a moment, not sure if he wanted to reveal his source after a few seconds he decided not to hide that information from her. “Remus told me.”

Hermione chuckled, she couldn’t help herself.

“Miss Granger, what may I ask is so funny?” the ex-Potion Master glared at her.

Where should I start, Hermione thought, “First, please call me Hermione, I think given the setting using first names are more appropriate. Second, it must have been hard for you to ask the person, you least like what my favorite flower was.”

Severus rolled his eyes at her, “Yes, asking Remus was a feat in itself, so was actually placing the order for the roses.”

“Then why did you? I never took you for the person who sends roses.”

“I’m not; I just wanted to impress you.”

“You don’t need to impress me; I’ve had a crush on you since my last year at Hogwarts.” Hermione gasped and turned several shades of red, not believing she just revealed a very embarrassing secret. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Severus smiled at her embarrassment. “I’ve had a crush on you since last year when I saw you at Malfoy’s annual Yule Ball. You were wearing that little black dress.”

“Oh yes, I remember that party. I thought Lucius was going to have a heart attack when I walked through the door on Draco and Harry’s arms.”

Severus chuckled, “Yes he almost did. He thought you were stunning, and he wasn’t the only one.”

Hermione smiled sweetly at her dinner companion, “Thank you.”

“What would you like to eat?” Severus asked as the waiter approached their table.

All through dinner they talked about what they have been up to since the war. Severus explained about his new potion business. He retired from teaching, Hogwarts held too many bad memories for him. He wanted to start fresh with his life.

Hermione talked about her job at the Ministry and working along side of Draco, how much the Ministry has changed since Kinsley was officially made Ministry of Magic.

They talked about the latest advancement in Potions and Charms. And they also talked about where they see themselves in a few years over the Crème Brulee. Both had very similar goals.

“I don’t know when I’ve had a more pleasurable evening. Thank you Severus for asking me out,” Hermione said over her coffee.

“I should be thanking you. I wasn’t sure you would show actually. You are the first person I asked out in a while.”

“That explains the card,” Hermione whispered by accident.

“You didn’t like what I wrote?” Severus asked taken back a little he thought he was very sincere in the cards.

“No, I did, but it almost sounded like you were a stalker. Draco wasn’t sure it was a good idea that I meet you, at first.”

“Interesting, since he was the one who told me you liked Belgium chocolates.” Severus mumbled.

“Well by the time the chocolates arrived he was…wait, he knew it was you. That little fucker lied to me!”

Severus laughed out loud; he never thought he would hear Hermione use such a crude word in his life.

Neither one wanted to evening to end yet. They decided to take a stroll around Paris. It was very romantic. Hermione never knew her snarky former Potions teacher could be this tender. It’s amazing how a person can change when there is not an evil wizard trying to control them. She liked this side of Severus better, he was more relaxed but she did miss a little bit of his old personality. Something told her that it was still inside of Severus, he was just not showing it, yet.

“Hermione, I hope this doesn’t sound presumptuous, but I do have a birthday present for you at my home. Would you like to accompany me back to London so I can give it to you?”

“Severus, you have given me so much already, I don’t need anything else.” Hermione protested.

“I found it months ago and thought of you. Please, Hermione, I really would like you to have it.”

“Ok, I will accompany you back.” she smiled up at him.

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When they arrived at Severus’ home he lead her into the library were he offered a glass of brandy. The room had a large marble fireplace in the center with wide leather chairs facing the hearth. The walls were covered floor to ceiling with books. Hermione was taken back by the size of the room. She walked up to a shelf and examined the titles.

“Oh my, some of there books are so rare there is only suppose to be a couple in existents!” she said as she admired his compilation.

“I do take pride in my collection of books.” Severus said as he handed her a wrapped package.

Hermione carefully peeled off the wrapping and gasped as she uncovered an ancient copy of Hogwarts: A History. She carefully examined the book, caressing the worn leather covering.

Severus loved that about Hermione, she appreciated the small things. Most people if you gave them a used book they would simply thank you. Not Hermione she took the time to examine the book and appreciate the wonder it will held. Severus was waiting for her to realize how old the book truly was. He was not disappointed.

“Oh my gods, this is a first edition! Where did you find this? They don’t exist anymore?” Hermione asked excitedly

“I found it when I was in Ireland over the summer. It was in a small off the road antique shop. I instantly thought of you when I saw it. Does this mean that you like it?”

Hermione didn’t answer him; words couldn’t express what a gift like this meant to her. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down and gave him a soft sensual kiss.

Severus was taken completely by surprise. He loved the feeling of her mouth. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her flush with his body and deepened the kiss. The witch moaned when he traced his tongue against her lips coaxing them open so he could slip inside her mouth.

Hermione broke off the kiss, “Severus, I-I need…”

“What do you need, love?” Severus asked as he kissed and licked her neck.

“Oh gods, that feels incredible,” Hermione whimpered.

“You taste exquisite.”

“Please, I need to feel you inside of me.” she begged.

“Are you sure you want me? Because after tonight I don’t plan on letting you go,” Severus warned her. “I don’t want a one night stand. I am a very jealous and selfish wizard, if you accept me then you are mine.”

“Please make love to me,” Hermione breathed. She didn’t second guess herself she wanted this wizard for some time now.

That was all Severus needed to hear. He scooped up Hermione in his arms, setting the book on the desk and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He gently laid her in the center of the bed and started to carefully remove his suit.

The aroused woman was growing impatient with his slowness. “Wouldn’t it be easier to use magic to remove your clothes?”

“Yes it would, but then I would miss your eyes glazing over with lust and anticipation,” he smirked.

“Very funny,” she bit back.

When he was clad in nothing but his black boxers he began to undress the quivering witch, starting with her shoes working his way up her body.

“This is a very beautiful dress, where did you find it?” he asked as he peeled it from her body leaving her in a strapless bra and a lacey-thong.

“Pr-Prague.” she stuttered as he removed her bra, freeing her creamy breasts from their silky prison.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it until it was a hard nub. He kissed his way down her belly button dipping his tongue in the indentation. Hermione moaned when his talented mouth skimmed the waist band of her thong.

Severus abruptly stopped what he was doing, Hermione’s eyes snapped open. “Miss Granger, those are not proper knickers!” he scowled at her in his best teacher’s voice.

Hermione’s eyes brighten. There was her Potion’s Master; she knew he was in there somewhere. “I’m sorry, Professor, would you like me to remove the offending garment?”

“No, you will wear them until I remove them myself,” he whispered in his silky voice.

He ran his wonderfully oversized nose over her mound, breathing in her sent. He rubbed his nose against her clit through the lacy fabric. Hermione whimpered at the sensation.
“Please, don’t tease me anymore,” the witch whispered.

“I’m not teasing you; I’m exploring your beautiful body,” Severus removed the thong, uncovering his prize. “Now this would be teasing.”

He latched his mouth to her mound flicking her clit with his tongue causing Hermione to arch off the bed. He slid in this middle finger in her tight wet channel pumping it in and out of the witch. He knew she was getting close; the way she was thrashing around it wasn’t going to be long. He unexpectedly stopped before she could come. “You taste ever sweeter then I imagined,” he whispered and he licked her moisture off his finger.

Hermione was sweaty and sobbing at this point. “Severus, please I need…”

“Shh, I know what you need,” The wizard stood up and removed his boxer.

Hermione drew in a sharp intake of breath. “My gods he’s huge!” she thought. “He is going to split me to two.”

Severus chuckled at her wide eyed expression. “Don’t worry, my dear, I assure you it will fit.”

Hermione scowled at the comment. “That is not what I was thinking, you prat!”

“Oh really?” he said as he crawled up her body. His throbbing erection rested at her opening.

“Yes really! I was thinking how I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she moaned feeling his hard cock at her entrance.

“You won’t have a need to walk tomorrow. You will be in bed all day with me.” he breathed in her ear as he sheathed himself fully inside of her wet pussy.

“Oh Merlin!” the witch cried out at the sudden fullness.

“Oh fuck!” Severus was not prepared for her sudden release. He bit his lip until he tasted blood trying to ride out her orgasm. He didn’t want this feeling to end yet he was just getting started.

Hermione didn’t have time to come down from the high she was feeling. The wizard above her started to pound into her still quaking body.

“You are so sexy, Hermione. Do you have any idea what you do to me, how long I’ve waited to pummel into your hot body?” Severus panted.

Hermione had lost all sense of speech for the moment; her mind had become a jumbled mess. All she could do was moan and whine at her lover’s words.

Severus was approaching his release fast, he needed to feel Hermione clench around him again.

“Do you know how close I am to releasing my hot come in your tight pussy? I want you to come with me, my love.” He mashed her clit with his finger causing her to tip over the edge bring him with her.

“SEVERUS!” Hermione screamed her second release.

“MINE!” He bit down on her neck just hard enough to leave a mark, his mark, for all to see.

They collapsed in a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs unable to move. After a few moments, or was it hours, Severus moved off of the witch.

Hermione spoke first; after she found her voice. “That was…indescribable.”

Severus sniggered “I’m glad I could please you.”

She playfully slapped his arm as she snuggled closer to her lover; she started to drift to sleep.

Severus stared down at the witch; he finally had her and was not planning on letting her go. He drew his arm around her possessively and licked the bite mark on her neck causing Hermione to whimper.

“Did you like your present?” he asked before she completely fell to sleep.

“You were what I always wanted,” she whispered.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Severus smiled down at her before he fell into a peaceful sleep.

*******

True to his word Hermione did not leave Severus’ bed until Sunday afternoon. When she Apparated back to her home to change and shower; she found a delivery of a two dozen yellow daisies waiting for her on the kitchen table. Wondering who could have sent them, she searched for a card.

Hermione,

I am glad to see you enjoyed your date, but please no details on Monday morning at work! Now are you glad that you listened to me and took a risk.

Draco

p.s. Harry wants you to owl us when you get home to know you made it back alright and how everything went.

Hermione wrote a quick reply stating that the date was perfect. She was going to yell at Draco for not telling her who it was, but decided that if it wasn’t for him she probably would have never gone on the date, and she was so glad that she did. This was the best birthday she had ever had.


A/N:: This was my first HG/SS story. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks to my beta sirsevchick for getting this back to me super quickly.