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Where Things Lead	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione and Ginny gazed across the club. They rarely engaged in these nights out. They were not club goers. But tonight, the intellectual and the athletic nature girl treated themselves to sexy dresses and decided to indulge themselves. Or so they thought. This was only the second time they had gone out like this, and it was proving just as pointless as the first.

The men they found making advances on them was a disappointing lot. To Ginny, they made the assumption that she was given to flirtatious compliments and when Quidditch was mentioned, they made comments about famous players and mascots, where Ginny was very knowledgeable about tactic and strategy. She enjoyed throwing out moves and countermoves and seeing the shock on the faces of young men. Eventually they became unnerved when she proved more knowledgeable about the sport then them.

Hermione found men also commenting on her hair and dress, asking her about the latest robe designs or the most popular singer. When she mentioned her mastery certification in potions, all of a sudden they had someplace to go or they caught eye of someone they hadn’t seen in some time. Hermione thought nothing of it, welcoming stupid excuses that made them leave. If it was one thing that tested her patience, it was a man who needed constant compliments and reassurance.

“Why did we even bother coming here tonight? There are no decent man to even talk to here.” Ginny said, finishing her drink.

“I don’t know. I mean is it so much to ask to meet a intelligent, kind and noble…Professor Snape!”

Ginny turned to Hermione’s outburst. “Professor Snape? Where did that come from?”

“From over there.” She said with an excited smile. Ginny looked over to the bar. Relaxed in black trousers and a black shirt, he leaned against the bar, drink in hand.

“Wow, I’ve never seen him without the million button suit before.” Hermione was taken aback. She had never found Snape more attractive. His hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck in a ponytail. He rested an elbow on the bar, leaning his weight, and his ankles were crossed casually. He leaned to the side and said a few words.

“Who’s he talking to?” Ginny asked, craning her head to see around those in front of her. She gasped as Lucius Malfoy turned to respond to Snape’s words. Both girls were shocked. Lucius Malfoy had never appeared in less then full finery worthy of the name Malfoy. The dress robes, jewels and even the walking stick were absent. He was dressed in nice trousers, with a black v neck sweater over a white shirt. Hermione couldn’t help but think he looked decidedly muggle.

Ginny on the other hand was trying to overcome the shock. Lucius Malfoy had lost his wife during the war almost two years ago and had withdrawn into Malfoy Manor. For the last several months, rumor had it that both Snape and Draco tried to get Lucius to come out in public again. He had made business dealings out of his home and allowed his son to make appearances in his name. Everyone knew he was mourning his wife and said nothing. Now it appeared that the urgings of Snape and Draco, had indeed been heeded.

Lucius spoke with Snape at the bar, unaware that they were being watched so closely. Hermione and Ginny ignored everyone else in the room. Each was taken with the gentleman they gazed upon. For several moments they simply gazed, until Severus, after years of espionage, felt eyes upon him and began hunting the room.

He found Hermione and Ginny looking at his direction and gave Lucius a nudge. “We’re being watched.” He said subtly.

“What are talking about?” Lucius followed his friends eyes, and found the young ladies. “What are they doing?”

“I don’t know.” Severus lifted an eyebrow at Hermione. She, in turn, gave him a smile and tilted her head.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” Ginny asked, not moving her eyes from Lucius.

“Seeing where things lead.” She responded.

Lucius had joined Severus in his observation of the ladies across the club. “Severus, I don’t know about this.”

“Lucius, what harm does talking do?” Lucius gave in, and as Severus finished his drink and began moving to the girls table, Lucius followed suit.

Ginny grew nervous, but held her composure. The two gentleman approached and as Severus slid into the chair close to Hermione, Lucius settled himself into the chair next to Ginny.

“Ladies, I trust you are having an enjoyable evening.” Severus began. Hermione smiled at him.

“It was becoming tedious, but hopefully it will get better Professor.” She told him.

“Please, you are not my student anymore, call me Severus.” He spoke with a rich voice. A voice that Hermione had always respected.

“Only if you refrain from using Miss Granger.” She replied. He lifted his eyebrow in response.

Lucius on the other hand, eyed Ginny. She had grown into a beauty. She was loyal and passionate. He remembered how she fought during the war, as strong as any death eater. She had earned his respect, and now after nearly two years of loneliness, he felt himself drawn toward a woman.

Severus himself was drawn as well. Hermione was a brilliant witch, one of the greatest minds he had the chance to teach. He admired intelligence above everything else and she had become a woman worth the chase.

The music slowed to a delightful tune. Ginny took advantage of the change. “Mr. Malfoy, would you do me the honor of a dance?” She spoke with such a bright smile that Lucius couldn’t refuse. He stood and held out a hand, leading Ginny to the dance floor.

Severus watched him longtime friend begin a slow dance with the young lady. He held her close but Severus knew Lucius was holding back.

“He seems to be doing well.” Hermione remarked. “It must have taken some effort to get him to leave the manor.”

“Yes. Draco was overjoyed at the decision to leave tonight. Even as close a friend as Narcissa was to me, it’s time for him to move on.” Hermione glanced over at him and Ginny. Her close friend was smiling up at him, obviously smitten.

“Would you like you dance?” Severus’s request came as a surprise. A welcome surprise though.

“I would love to.” She took his hand and joined the already full dance floor. She took her place in his arms and a shudder ran through her body. Severus held her close and moved with her. His hand around her waist was warm, and his masculine cologne was making her senses collide with each other.

“I love your cologne.” She whispered hugging him close.

“Thank you.” His deep voice flowed over her body, seeping into every pore.

“I love a natural woodsy scent.” She said. She moved her hand from his bicep to his shoulder and moved closer. His body was firm and strong and her own body responded to his.

“I’m partial to the scent myself.” Severus was aware of the reaction of the young woman in his arms. She was responding to him as a man, not as an influence. He had had enough of that to last a lifetime. Hermione’s honest attraction was refreshing and he found himself wanting more.

He raised the hand he held in his and draped it on his shoulder, then circled her waist with both arms. He pulled her body against his, lowering his head and breathing in her scent.

Hermione wrapped both arms around his shoulders. Hugging him close, she drew on her Gryffindor bravery and brushed her lips along his cheek, planting the lightest kiss just beside his ear.

Severus stiffened at the feel and tightened his hold. He chanced a glance up and sought out Lucius. His eyes widened at the view. Lucius held Ginny tightly and leaned down, with his face buried in her neck. Ginny had an arm around his shoulders, and the other in a firm grip on his arm. He wondered what the youngest of the Weasleys was saying to him.

Hermione followed his gaze, without pulling away. “They seem lost in their own world don’t they?”

“Yes.” Severus agreed. “I’ve not seen him like this in a long time. It would appear young Miss Weasley is a positive influence indeed.”

Feeling intrusive, Hermione buried her face in Severus’s neck and rested her hand on his bicep. His build was strong and sturdy. She momentarily wondered if he had hidden this body under his school robes or if he worked on it when he stopped teaching three years ago.

As they moved slowly Severus absorbed the woman in his arms. She seemed to fit perfectly in his embrace and he had no doubt that traces of her rose water perfume would remain on his clothes.

He ran his fingertips up and down her back. Her skin was smooth under his touch. Severus glanced around the dance floor, suddenly wishing he had Hermione in a more private place so he could run his lips over her skin, inhale every pore and taste every delight she had to offer.

With a tilt of her head to rest on his shoulder, she had given him the slope of her neck, curved nicely and just asking for contact. He dropped his head and brushed his lips along her pulse point. Her hold on his arm tightened ever so slightly.

He planted a feather light kiss on her neck. He heard an intake of air and felt her hand slide up and grip his shoulder.

She was responding to his touch, as he tilted his head and kissed her. She molded her whole body against his and returned his kiss. Hermione felt her whole body react. Severus used his mouth and tongue like an expert. He was a master in nearly everything he studied, so this came as no surprise.

He moved his mouth over hers, eating up her soft moans and feeling her body slide against his, finding the perfect fit.

She became more aggressive, showing her passion for him that she had once passed off as a school girl crush.

When he broke the kiss, Severus found his breathing labored. The last time a kiss affected him that way, he was a student himself.

She began planting kisses along his jaw, heading toward his neck. He hugged her closer wanting to pull her into his body. He had long forgotten the joys of a good old fashioned snog. Her lips had found a sensitive spot on his neck and he gave a light groan, thankful that the music would drown it out.

He looked up again hoping to find Lucius and what he found was a mass of blonde hair with two female hands buried in it. As if sensing he was being watched, Lucius raised his eyes. Severus could see the longing in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows in question. It was signal he and his closest friend had developed in school. It meant that they had to get the ladies they were with alone. In this case it meant back to Malfoy Manor. Lucius thought for a moment then nodded. Severus knew his desire for the woman in his arms had to be great if he agreed. He was glad, it was time for Lucius to live again.

As the song ended, the four made their way back to the table. Lucius spoke first. “Ladies I do hope you will join us at Malfoy Manor. We shall no doubt be strained for privacy soon.” Ginny glanced round the lounge bar then to Hermione.

“Well, this place is starting to fill up.” Hermione nodded at her in agreement. The two men left the table to fetch their cloaks.

“Are you sure about this Ginny?” Hermione asked.

“Why, are you having second thoughts?”

“No. I’m not.” She quickly threw out. Ginny laughed. “Like you weren’t getting cozy over there?”

Ginny ginned wildly. “Lucius offered to show me the Malfoy gardens.

“Yes, starting with the most famous bush on the grounds.” Ginny let out a laugh at her friends comment.

“Did we miss something?” The girls fell silent as Lucius and Severus approached.

“No, nothing at all.” Hermione said rising. The men exchanged the age old they-were-talking-about-us look so often traded among men. After helping the ladies on with their cloaks, the quartet left the club.
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