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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This is a bit of Hermione's POV, I discovered that it is very hard for me to write from female pov...odd :/
Anw, hold on,..soon (not in this chapter tho but soon) things are gong to...heat up ;)
FOX: Thank you for your comments, I'm glad you like my story :) And, thank you for your help, it is greatly appreciated <3
Bette Davis Eyes

Hermione had a feeling that every nerve in her body is quivering. Standing on the crowded airport she watched at Snape’s back. This was her chance, golden opportunity. In Barcelona, there won’t be familiar faces, journalists, obstacles…well all other obstacles save from him. But if she could judge by that one kiss they shared, with proper preparation, she had decent chance to succeed.
“That kiss.” she mussed entering the plane “Gods, he knows how to make you weak in the knees, hell, to make my underwear soaking wet, with just one kiss.” What he could do if he put an effort and little more action…she wasn’t very good at seduction, it is useless skill when boys don’t notice you, but she watched Jenny, she knew every trick in Jenny’s repertoire. First thing tomorrow, she must go to shopping for new clothes, what she had with her was too...prudish.
- Who was that? – English with strong accent snapped her of her musings, she looked at the blond girl next to her
- Who was what? –
- The dark-haired hunk. –
- Oh, that’s Master Snape, my old Potions Professor and rotation Master. –
- Yum. –
- Back off Lykke, he’s…mine. –
- Ohhhhhhh, so that’s your mystery man. –
- Mhm. I had no idea he will attend also. –
- So, what are you going to do? – Hermione turned to Swedish girl and grinned
- WE are going shopping tomorrow. –
- I like the sound of that. –
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione returned to hotel, hands full of bags, she must send her old clothes home by floo. Every single piece she bought emphasized all her attributes; some articles were down right provocative. Stalking trough the hotel, trying to get glimpse of him, Hermione grounded her molars in frustration. Finally, Lykke forced her to dress up for going to the club. They were all standing in hallway when she noticed him heading to the dining hall. Finding fast excuse not to go, she followed him. Sadly, in all the years she known him, reading him was still a struggle, he did look a bit paler and worse for the wear, but she could not put the finger what cause it.
Besides, she had to focus hard not to slip her gaze at his lips. Every time she remembered the kiss, electric shocks went down her spine and straight between her legs. Feigning nonchalance she invited herself as his company for the dinner taking care to show as much of her decollete as she could without being obvious. Of course, she couldn’t be sure, but at one point it seemed to her that his eyes are gliding towards her cleavage. But that was a brief moment, too brief for her to be certain it was not just a product of her imagination.
Hermione returned to the room mulling on last part of their conversation. Was he completely healed from the attack? Did poison leave some damage? Poppy would know, but knowing Poppy, she wouldn’t discuss it, not even to Minerva without him permitting it. Snape wasn’t the type to complain, or allow anyone notice any sign of weakness. No, she will have to discover it on her own.
On the other hand, his disapproval of her outfit, gave her some glimmer of hope. Dislike meant he did notice it, it also meant he was not absolutely oblivious to her looks. That was the start. Grinning like a cat that ate the canary she prepared for bed, her hunt starts tomorrow.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Moss green wool dress fitted her like a glove, with long sleeves and turtle neck, falling just beneath the knees, it was covering her completely and exposing all of her at the same time. For the most part of the day, he was absent from lectures and presentations “Probably nothing spiked his fancy today.” and she couldn’t blame him, everything that day was on the beginners level.
This was their second day in Spain and first day of conference. Her presentation was scheduled for the last day. The plan was quite simple… It was dinner time, and he was sitting at the same table, isolated somewhat from the rest of the attendants. She walked across the dining hall, praying not to trip on her feet clad in knee high boots with 6 inch heels, seating herself at his table. He raised his eyes in confusion
- I did received invitation from you to join you freely Professor. – smiled at him
- Hmmmm, yes, I suppose so. –
- How was your day? –
- Mind numbing, I was on three lectures and all were on low level of presentation. Sole topic’s, albeit interesting, nothing new was presented. Quite disappointing. –
- I agree. – sighed, he was dedicated to his plate again – Professor, can I bother you for a consult? –
- I am your official adviser Miss Granger. – his voice sounded bit rough, and she started to worry
- Would you mind, after dinner, to accompany me to my room and look over data I’m preparing for presentation. I am dissatisfied with the way I explained some fact’s, the correct way to lay them out eludes me. I need to…simplify them. –
- After dinner. – he was staring at her for long, long minute before he nodded
In her room, she offered him a chair across king size bed, spreading papers and charts on the table. She barely sat down, opting to lean on the table next to him, nearly touching his shoulder, pointing out rows of numbers, desperately trying to look emerged in work while exposing a curve of her back and bum to his view. Good few hours later, Hermione huffed at the closed door. She had notes for rearranging more than a half of her presentation, her favorite quill was all chewed up and … nothing.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Ok so the green dress didn’t work. For the second day of lectures she chose black wool skirt just above her knees, fluffy blood red jumper that fitted her perfectly and again same knee high boots. Half the day in to the lectures and she was craning her neck left and right, but he was nowhere to be find. Around the lunch time she spotted him entering hotel.
- Professor! You skipped the morning presentations. –
- Not all of them Miss Granger, but I do have sense for self-preservation and desire not to die from pure boredom. –
- You visited Johan’s lecture on Dark Arts. – she grinned – Then you must have escaped early, half of the public was snoring at the end. Please, join me for a cup of coffee, if I want to survive the day I need it. –
Not giving him a chance to refuse, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the café in the main hotel hall, steering them towards the table in the corner with only one cushioned two-seater behind it. He followed her reluctantly, folding neatly his trench coat. Beneath it he had pair of relatively new black jeans and soft black shirt, he sat stiffly on one end, placing three small parcels on the table. She ordered coffee for two of them.
- What do you have here? – she eyed transparent wrapping – Oh! Brujas de la suerte! You found her! –
- Beg your pardon? –
- I was looking for the girl that sells them, they told me she is working but I never manage to get to her boot in right time. I wanted to buy one! -
- Feel free to choose one. The girl was the only one working on the desolated street, and she was closing, I took pity on her and took these. –
- What luck did you aimed for? –
- Luck? Miss Granger I do not follow muggle superstition, I just picked three pendants that caught my eye. – he picked up fiery red pendant – This one has your house colors. –
- I don’t need love Professor. – she giggled – I think I fancy this one. – picking up black bruja – Would you mind putting it around my neck? – his fingers trembled slightly as he hooked the clip around her neck, but the clasp was tiny in his long fingers and she wasn’t sure if he didn’t just struggle with it. – Which one did you picked up for you? –
- Shiny trinkets are for females Miss Granger. –
- Nonsense, brujas are for everyone! Here, red one, for love. Let me put it around your neck. – before he managed to react she took red witch and encircled him in a loose embrace to put it around his neck – There, she might bring you luck. –
- Miss Granger, I am certain I told you to stop playing matchmaker for me. –
- You did, and I’m not. The witch will attract love on its own. That is if you don’t mind wearing my house colors. –
- Miss Granger, Gryffindor has no exclusive right on color red, he merely bears it. – he smirked and her heart speeded up the beats - What is the black one for? –
- She repels pain and hurt. –
- Are you hurting Miss Granger? –
- The war wasn’t so long ago Professor, there are wounds which can heal only with time. Now, thanks to your generosity that time might come little faster. – she fought of the sad smile, her fingers still tingling where she touched his skin – Now you have one left. She reminds me of Minerva. –
- That is what I thought, maybe I will give it to her. –
- It is befitting, green is for prosperity and academic achievement. – the red pendant shone like a droplet of blood against his black shirt – Professor, I never thanked you properly. –
- Whatever for Miss Granger? –
- For the ointment. – she pulled the sleeve of her jumper exposing pale thing marking on her skin – They healed quite nicely. They are barely visible now, and redness is gone. –
- The redness was curse Miss Granger; my ointment did not help with that. Once the curse was removed, ointment merely helped with cosmetics. –
- Thank you anyway. – he just nodded, they both knew he was lying – Professor, may I impose on you this evening some more? I rearranged my presentation but I’m still nervous, - she chewed on her lip, it was imperative that he accept her invitation – and I discovered something else by doing so, I’m quite excited about it! –
He looked at her for, his eyes gliding to the lip between her teeth, finally he nodded and with excuse left without even touching his coffee. That evening left her utterly frustrated, she used the most powerful trick Jenny told her about, and he still left from her room, polite and distant as ever. She cried herself to sleep that night, clutching her black bruja in hand.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
- Do you know what time it is? – sleepy Jenny’s voice sounded grumpy
- Half passed eight. He’s here, I need help. –
- Who is where? –
- HIM! He is here in Spain, in same hotel, on the same conference. –
- Oh, and? –
- And nothing. I used every trick I could think of, the man is a rock! –
- Did you try… -
- Last night, he didn’t even flinch. Maybe it has something to do with his condition…-
- What condition? –
- I don’t know, something about visiting the toilet often. He says that is not something healers can cure…Jen stop laughing… -
- Darling, often visits to toilet, for men, can be irregular bowel movement, problem with prostate or bladder all curable up to the point. And… -
- And? –
- Well…tur on your brain girl! – her brain rattled while she was mulling on Jenny’s word
- Nooooo, you don’t think… -
- I do. –
- But… -
- Did you tried to get him drunk? Bit unorthodox but… That man of yours… -
- Wouldn’t that be counterproductive? –
- As I was saying before you interrupted me…That man of yours have some mighty breaks, small amount of alcohol may help to loosen them up. Don’t get him waisted, just… relaxed. –
- All right, thanks. I am desparate, we are here only two more days and one night, if I miss my chance… -
- He’s there, he just needs a nudge. Can I get back to sleep now? –
- Thank you, Jen, I’ll see you upon my return. –
Hanging up the phone she looked at her reflection in the mirror “So tonight…”
Oh! I changed meanings for Brujas de al suerte to fit the story ;)
Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Cranes
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo's standoff sighs
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll let you take her home
It whets her appetite
She'll lay you on the throne
She got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out blue
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you, when she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll tease you
She'll unease you
Just to please you
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you
When she snows you
She knows you
She's got Bette Davis eyes
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