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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The following evening was Slughorn’s Christmas party, so I couldn’t discuss with Hermione the myriad ideas that had occurred to me during the night. My mind was racing all day, suffused with intellectual inspiration. I was exhausted and distracted, so I was incensed when a silvery phoenix appeared in my office and informed me that my appearance at the party was mandatory, being as I was a Head of House. I grumbled to myself as I dressed in my finest high-collared velvet dress robes. Too lazy to take an actual shower, I cast a cleansing charm on my hair to no visible effect, as per usual. Sighing with resignation, I dragged my feet all the way to Slughorn’s transfigured office.
My eyes locked onto the bar immediately upon entering the fray, and I made a beeline for it. I tossed two large glasses of Ogden’s Firewhiskey down my throat post-haste, and grabbed a third as my throat burned and my eyes watered.
Fucking parties. There’s nothing in the world I hate more than fucking parties. I wish the Dark Lord would summon me right now. I’d rather shit my pants from Cruciatus tremors than be inside this waking nightmare, I bitched to myself.
I found myself a nice secluded corner in which to sip my booze and glower at the joyful masses. I was mostly successful in avoiding human interaction, with the exception of Slughorn stumbling over to welcome me. I quickly distracted the drunken wizard by pretending to see the captain of the Holyhead Harpies in the opposite corner. He blessedly scampered off to fairer conversational pastures.
I was heading to the bar for a fifth drink when She appeared. The very air around her seemed to glow with diffuse light. Certainly every head in the room turned at once to take her in. Hermione was wearing this truly incredible crimson gown. The long, flowing translucent sleeves were off her shoulder, and its sweetheart neckline perfectly framed her flawless décolletage. The bodice was boned and fitted to her impossibly tiny waist, and the long skirt fell away from her hips weightlessly, as if the fabric itself was enchanted.
She’d done something to her mad riot of hair such that it formed enormous, impossibly shiny ringlets. These were piled artfully on her head, with just a few loose strands tantalizingly tickling her neck and cheek. My breath caught in my throat, and even my cock was so stunned that it took a minute for the blood to start flowing. She was truly a goddess on earth, come to humble us with her all-consuming magnificence.
She entered the room with Potter and Lovegood, but was immediately joined by that wanker Cormac McLaggen, to my extreme displeasure. What the hell is she doing coming here with him?? That fucking imbecile! He can’t even cast a fucking shield charm or crush a goddamn dung beetle properly!Her body language was uncomfortable, which I attributed to all the attention she was receiving for her remarkable appearance. She and her friends immediately found a secluded corner as McLaggen strode self-assuredly towards the bar where I stood. My lip curled in a sneer of purest loathing as he grabbed and opened four Butterbeers, whistling cheerfully to himself. He gave myself and the other professors cocky, fetching smiles as he sauntered through the room.
I spent the next hour and a half stealthily observing Miss Granger’s date as I imbibed truly irresponsible volumes of Ogden’s. She didn’t speak much, but he seemed to be keeping up more than enough dialog for the both of them. I carefully avoided her eye-line to prevent her from noticing my espionage. She moved around the room a number of times, doggedly pursued by McLaggen. She danced with Lovegood and Potter briefly, then slipped away to conceal herself in a curtained corner alcove. I edged closer, giving myself a view through a slim crack between the drapes. She was immediately joined by that bloody fucking wanker- so quickly it was as if he’d been summoned.
He bent down to whisper in her ear, fingering one of those impeccable ringlets with his foul rat hands. His handsome face was slightly predatory as his wavy golden locks fell into his eyes. And then his fucking hand was on her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her expression, but she didn’t move away. Her hands were splayed on his chest, reminding me wretchedly of when she’d done the same to me.
My mind was a fog, and I could hear nothing except a loud angry buzz, rather like a swarm of bees inside my skull. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to burn the entire goddamn fucking building to the ground. And then, the pig-fucker placed his filthy paw on the back of her neck, pulling her in and kissing her assertively. My head exploded, shattering any semblance of self control or logical thought.
My vision went black with rage, and by the time it returned she was on her way out the door. McLaggen was in hot pursuit, so I grabbed him roughly by the collar. He clutched his throat and made choking sounds, but I did not release him. I hissed poisonously in his ear, “If you try that shit ever again I swear I will cut off your dick and shove it so far up your ass you choke on it, got it?” He nodded frantically, pawing at my hand. I released him with a whispered, “If I catch you so much as LOOKING at that girl…” He nodded, pants-shittingly-terrified, and scampered off. Slightly gratified but nowhere near assuaged, I set off down the hall in the direction Hermione had gone.
I turned a corner and caught a glimpse of her disappearing into a hidden stairwell concealed behind a tapestry. I broke into a sprint, catching up with her at the bottom of the stairs. She startled, spinning around with her wand in-hand. “Petrificus totalus!” she shouted, and I easily parried the curse with a non-verbal shield charm. “Oh crap, I’m sorry Professor! I didn’t know it was you!” Her face was flushed, and she had a wild look in her eye.
“What the bloody hell was that about?” I shouted, apoplectic with fury.
“I just told you! It was an accident! I didn’t know it was you!”
“Not the spell, you stupid girl! That shit in the party! Did you forget that you were at a fucking school-sanctioned event, surrounded by your professors and influential members of the wizarding community?! Did you think it was APPROPRIATE to engage in such a flagrant display? Did you even consider what people would THINK about you, flaunting your body in that dress and tonguing boys in corners?!” I could feel my eyes bulging, and I was certain I looked quite deranged.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she flew into a rage. “Flaunting my body?? Tonguing boys?? Honestly, Professor! Is that what you think of me?? That I’m this brazen… hussy??”
I shrugged and responded rather cruelly, “Well, if the shoe fits…”
“For your information, McLaggen kissed ME! I didn’t want him to! I was PUSHING HIM AWAY!! I only agreed to come with him because he asked me like a dozen times and the girls in my dorm said I’d look like a loser if I didn’t come with a date!” Her blazing eyes looked quite mad, her hair starting to tumble out of its elegant knot.
“Is that so?” I snarled, looming over her, and she retreated until her back was pressed against the stone wall. Her hands were spread wide, grasping at the rough stone on either of her.
“So you just chose to wear this revealing dress because of social pressure, huh?” I whispered dangerously, advancing on her. Her eyes were wide, flickering rapidly between my own. She bit her quivering bottom lip fearfully.
“No! No. I wore it because I wanted to… because… gods…” she let out a little scream of frustration, sounding nearly as crazed as I felt. She was panting, chest rising and falling beautifully in that tight bodice. I was standing so close to her now that I could smell her perfume, her sweat, her breath…
Very drunk and equally delirious, I placed my right hand on the icy cold stone beside her head. At such close range, I noticed a subtle shimmer of magic around her collarbone, so I cast the counter-spell with a wordless wave of my left hand. The glamour fell away, displaying the long, razor-thin scar that sliced diagonally across her breastbone. I placed my left index finger at the top of the silvery line and traced it, ending at the swell of her breast where the scar disappeared into fabric of her bodice. She let out a gasp, eyes wild and unreadable. “You didn’t need that glamour,” I murmured huskily. “You look better this way…” As if in a trance, I pressed the length of my body against hers, and she groaned quietly. She looked up at me, her expression indecipherable, and said nothing.
I tried to legilimize into her mind, but I’d had far too much to drink.
I placed my other hand beside her, trapping her between my lithe but powerful arms. I leaned over, lowering my face to her own, “Why did you wear this dress, girl?” I breathed. We were so close now that I could feel every gasping breath that escaped her lips. She shook her head, but didn’t break eye contact.
I reached for her, stroking my index finger ever-so-lightly from her temple, down her elegant throat, and across her collarbone. She let out a delightful little moan.
“Can I guess?” I whispered languidly. Her eyes were hooded, her lips swollen and wet.
Then, a door slammed loudly in the corridor, causing both of us to nearly jump out of our skins. I peeked out from behind the tapestry and saw Draco Malfoy stumbling drunkenly down the hall. “Shit. Fuck.” I cursed, “Go back upstairs, Hermione, and go to bed. I need to take care of this.” She nodded with an expression surprisingly devoid of the relief I’d expected to see. She made her way carefully up the stairs, unsteady on her low heels. I watched her the whole way, cursing myself in the most disparaging terms I could muster.
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