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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: thank you so much for the reviews, and here's the second installment of the day^^

Egypt, the Hotel

The hotel restaurant is frightfully busy. After Granger locked herself in her room three hours ago to ‘freshen up’, I am still waiting for her to show up for supper. Though we are in a muggle part of Egypt, which is not as common as you might think, a lot of incognito witches have come to my table to fawn over me. It’s starting to really get on my nerves.

I resist the overwhelming urge to bang my head on the table as I see the next person making her way towards me. Another Molly-esk housewife with nothing better to do than bother little old me.

The plump middle-aged woman settles herself in my line of vision, restricting my view of the elevators. I strain to look around her but realize it’s a lost cause. There is simply too much woman to look around.

“Excuse me, but aren’t you…?”

“No” I interrupt her, shifting my chair back from the table enough to gaze back into the lobby, which only results in her moving back into my view.

“I’m sure you are…” She drones on into some sort of lecture about my accomplishments in the war and my Order of Merlin, and for a moment, I look up into her face, making eye-contact. The woman’s face shines with adoration, her eyes trained on mine as if afraid they might settle on other parts of me less decent to look at. I settle for frowning at her. You would think that after several years the hero-worship would die down.

I hold up a hand to silence the annoying woman, and regard her with a frown.

“Woman, I assure you I am not. I am merely a lowly apothecary on a business-trip. Please leave me to my dinner.”

To my astonishment the woman laughs and sits herself down into one of the empty chairs around the table.

“I think you could use some company, sitting here all by your lonesome.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose with one hand while I have the other gripping my knee tightly through my muggle attire to keep myself from banging it on the table. I have to keep reminding myself that I am not allowed to hex her in muggle Egypt, or anywhere for that matter, but my hands sure are itching for my wand right about now. While the woman prattles on and on about how much she admires me, I go back to staring at the lobby, waiting and hoping to all hell that Granger will show up soon.

It dawns on me that the woman is speaking to me with a strange tone of amusement in her voice, and I fleetingly wonder whether she is for real or merely making fun of me. Other than that, I ignore her to the best of my abilities. That is, until she places her hand on mine under the table.

It startles me, and for a moment, I lose my composure. I scoot my chair back out of her reach. If this keeps up, I’ll be sitting at the table behind me soon.

“Do not touch me.” my temper is getting the better of me and my voice has gone deadly in the process. Right at this moment, the woman is not sitting at a table with Severus Snape the war-hero, or even Severus Snape the snarky potions master. No, right at this moment, I’m quickly becoming Severus Snape, the murderous Death Eater. And trust me, I have no qualms about snapping the insolent twit’s neck. And blasting her to a million pieces just for good measure.

To my astonishment, the woman doesn’t even flinch. She must be either really brave, or really stupid. I’m betting on the latter. She just smiles a toothy smile and leans forward over the table a little. With the amount of chest she has, I almost fear for the table setting.

“Oh, Severus, lighten up for once, would you?” she laughs.

I narrow my eyes and regard her, trying to figure her out. She talks to me as though she knows me, and yet, I have no idea who this is. Concentrating, I try to get into her mind but she chuckles and shakes her head. “Ne-ah-ah, deary. You’ll have to figure me out without resorting to dirty little tricks. You won’t get past these shields without your wand, and I’m pretty sure you won’t want to blow your cover. The ministry would not be pleased.”

I stare at her, flabbergasted. Did she just call me ‘deary’? Honestly? I can’t seem to shake the feeling I’m missing something huge here. She rests her head on her hand, leaning a little further over the table, giving me an ample view of a continent sized chest. It sends a shiver down my spine and ruins my appetite. That’s it, I’m done.

I push myself up out of my chair and turn to leave, but she grabs my arm.

“You’re date’s here.” she murmurs.

What? I look up to find Granger staring at me with amusement plain on her face. She points silently at the chair I just vacated and, to no good reason I can think of, I sit back down. Granger takes the chair opposite me, but only after giving the obnoxious woman at my side a hug. They smile at each other, and now, now I’m sure I’m missing something.

As they both look at me, shifting my eyes between them, trying to figure it out, both burst out laughing. The mystery woman holds up a hand and mutters an apology before scrunching up her face in a painfully familiar manner. Fuck. I should have known.

The anger coursing through my veins, I get up and stalk my way back towards the staircases, leaving the restaurant to the chorus of their laughter at my back. Furious does not begin to describe what I feel right now. I detest being made fun of. Especially by a honey-eyed professor and her pink-haired auror buddy.

It’s well past midnight when the knock sounds on my door. I know it’s one of those women, if not both, and I choose to ignore it. It’s for their own good. If I see either of them right now, I might be likely to strangle them. Nice and bloody slowly.

Another knock, a little more persistent this time. I sigh, but I remain seated in the armchair, staring at the book I’ve been trying to read for the last few hours. I haven’t even turned the first page yet.

Once more, and I throw the book down on the now empty chair, stomping my way over towards the door. I yank it open and am delighted to see them both flinch back from me. Good, understand that I am very, very, very angry.

“What?” I hiss at them. Granger holds up a bottle of something. My eyes can’t seem to focus on anything right now. It’s probably a bottle of the same vile stuff that made my eyesight go all wonky. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank the entire bottle. No, probably not. The potions mistress waves the bottle around a bit.

“Peace offering” she murmurs, and for good measure, they both give me innocent smiles. Looking at them both, I feel some of my anger dissipate. I sigh, and I am sure I’m going to blame the alcohol come morning.

Pushing the door open a little more, I let them duck into the room through the gap between me and the door. If they’re going to apologize, they’re going to do it right. Preferably on their knees. Wait…. What?!

A/N: thanks for reading, I think that's all for today... I'll see you guys tomorrow with another report about how things are going in Egypt... Good day/night/whatever it is over there right now :P
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