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Blind Date	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter One – Meeting for the First time?

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“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about old man!” screamed an onlooker in the room, Hermione rolled her eyes, anyone who knew Albus Dumbledore well knew that this was the latest in a long line of schemes. But this one, well this one was in a league of its own.

“Really, Henri, I thought you of all people would have understood what I was trying to achieve with this little get together. Some of the people in this room deserve as much happiness as there is in the world, and yet they cannot find their perfect counterpart because of petty house rivalries or misinformed opinions of each other.” Albus replied calmly.

Hermione smiled at that, although Albus was correct in his assumption, he was sorely mistaken if he thought that she would come away with a new opinion of someone she may already know, however she would allow her mentor this moment of ‘social research’ frankly she owed it to him. Albus Dumbledore had unknowingly provided her with the best escape route away from Draco’s prying hands. She should be rushing to get back to the head’s quarters but truthfully she had never been more thankful, she simply couldn’t be around him at this moment in time.

She looked across to view her potions master, his pale face was set in its customary scowl, which was of course unsurprising, as if Severus Snape would possess a facial expression with any difference to that of the one he was currently sporting.

“Like Minerva already said, nothing has to come of this. Just humour an old man and see what happens, if something were to come of this then fantastic, if not, then it simply wasn’t meant to be. But either way we are going to proceed with tonight’s events.” Albus said with a tone of finality.

The crowd starting murmuring again, Hermione could over hear several conspiracies about who of the selected crowd would be put together, frankly she wasn’t bothered, and why should she be? She continued to look around the room, she had to admit that the celebration was attended by a mixture of wizards and witches, Hermione wasn’t blind, she knew many of the wizards were good looking, but she loved Draco didn’t she? There was no reason for her to look elsewhere; she was happy…. most of the time. Granted Draco hadn’t changed he was still the same arrogant, self-confident git, but he loved her as well didn’t he?

Hermione was shaken out of her musings and self-doubt by the voice of her head of house.

“As you all know all of your wands were removed from your persons as you entered, in addition you all consumed a potion, upon entering as well. That potion in exactly 3 minutes will render you, partially blind. You will only be blind in regards to looking at other people; you will not see other people and therefore your date. You can however see your surroundings and therefore your table and food.” came the clipped Scottish tones.

Albus laughed. “I believe it would get quite difficult and messy if one could not see their food.”

Minerva nodded, “Indeed. The potion you consumed also contained a mild voice enhancer, meaning that you will be unable to recognise your ‘date’ via there voice. At the end of the celebration your date will be revealed and your sight and voice will be restored.” Minerva finished, staring down from the dais.

“Now when your vision is changed, arrows have been charmed to appear before you to direct you to your seat and your subsequent date. I wish you good luck.” Albus replied as he began counting down.

“10…9…8…7…6…5”

Hermione inwardly started panicking, she didn’t like this, and she suddenly felt very nervous. But how bad could it be, really?

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“4…3…2…1”

Severus stood very still allowing the changes in his vision, he knew that there were people standing around him, but now he saw no one, well no one distinguished, hell they didn’t even look like people, instead he was surrounded by blurry black shadows that took no shape at all. In honesty it was a scary picture to anyone, even an ex death eater. It raised feelings he had tried to forget, feelings that occurred in a time where the mark on his left arm seemed like a trophy, and yet now it only served to haunt, and remind him of his troubled past.

He was shocked to see Slytherin green arrows appear before him, floating in the air an arm’s reach in front of him. He took a tentative step in the arrows direction, Albus had been right when he said that you would still see your surroundings, however it was very hazy at the best, it wasn’t at all as clear as he would have liked, it was all very disorientating.

Severus continued following the arrows with a quiet trepidation, his anxiety levels were lower than he expected but they were still higher than in a normal situation, but this wasn’t a normal situation was it? Really was anything normal in their world?

Severus was placated by the ‘blind’ element of the date. In all honesty he couldn’t take the predictable look of disgust that he knew his dates face would contort into once she knew his identity. In was a regular occurrence, and he hated it. Sure nowadays he was better looking, but he was still identified as a Death eater, even if he had fought for the side of the light. After the war had ended, the Prophet had done a complete expose of his life, giving blow by blow accounts of the final battle, and the roles he played. Of course the wizarding world had been up in arms at his double agent status, and had appealed for him to be given the dementor’s kiss along with the other Death eaters. But once again Dumbledore had saved him, surprisingly with the help of the saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter and the dynamic duo that was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who helped to make up the golden trio.

Severus sighed; once again his life was in debt to another person, or three.

Despite all that, he was still perceived in a negative way.

He’d rather much rather be back in his quarters reading that be here, but he only attended out of duty to Albus, the crazy old cook that was the headmaster.

Frankly Severus had a plan, a plan that would allow him to hopefully enjoy some female companionship, whilst keeping his identity a secret. He fully intended to leave the planned rendezvous before their sight was restored, therefore protecting his identity and hers.

With that as a final thought he followed the final arrow that led him to an intimate table, hidden and enclosed by luscious red curtains. Severus thought it odd, that he had not been directed to one of the booths he had seen on entering the great hall.

As he entered the private space, he was distinctly aware of another person’s presence in the room; a female’s presence. His eyes were draw to the black void that took the place of where he knew his date to be.

With a deep breath he approached the table.

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Albus was observing his guest with well concealed mirth; they were walking painfully slow from being disorientated. But it was still rather amusing to watch. He looked around the room, the layout of the hall was astounding, the house elves had done a fantastic job, especially with the private chamber he had asked them to conceal from prying eyes of the guests when they entered.

He laughed aloud as his gaze settled on a young man who was being particularly clumsy in making his way to his table and date, when Minerva startled him.

“Albus, he’s crossed the threshold of the private suite.” She said reaching for her wand.

Albus nodded as he also reached for his wand, in unison they flicked their wands and spoke the incantation.

“Nemini Licet Exire Donec Loquar”**

“I hope this works, Albus” Minerva said softly, clutching Albus’ hand.

“As do I my love, as do I” he responded.

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Hermione had found her way to the table relatively quickly all things considered. She too had noticed the difference in setting but was feeling too anxious to take note and think further on the matter.

She was aware when she entered the private and intimate setting that she was there first to arrive and therefore alone, and for that she was grateful. She hated to be late for anything, it made her nervous and anxious to even consider being late, she just hated tardiness in general; she didn’t think it was polite.

Draco was always late, no matter what it was, it was the one guarantee she had about her boyfriend, he would always be late, and she hated it. It was only one of the things that bugged her about him. As for her date, she could forgive him; it wasn’t exactly his fault now was it?

If the great hall was anything she imagined it to be right now, it was in a state of chaos.

Hermione had been lost in thought when she felt a shift in the atmosphere; it suddenly felt as if it there was an electric current charging the air around her. Her breathing she noticed began to shallow out, yet her heart rate only sped up. It was then that she became aware of him.

She couldn’t see him, only a cloud of black, but she could smell him; clean, and spicy with something that must be distinctly him. It was intoxicating and Hermione couldn’t get enough of it. She could drown in the smell of him and die happy; she felt the familiar stirring in her lower regions and closed her eyes willing herself to calm down.

She was roused from her contented state by him talking to her.

“I apologise for my lateness Madame”

Hermione’s breath caught, she was taken aback by his politeness and apology. She hadn’t expected him to apologise, Draco never.

“I accept your apology, kind sir.” She replied softly. She started by the voice that left her mouth, forgetting momentarily about the voice enhancer in the potion. She had been fully expecting to hear her own voice, but only heard one that sounded dreamy and distant; it instinctively reminded her of Luna Lovegood.

Severus noticed this too, but dismissed it with the knowledge of the potion.

“Even so I do not make a habit of being late, lateness is not a quality I find endearing.” He said truthfully taking the seat opposite her.

Hermione smiled

“Nor do I, but I would say, under the circumstances I understand.”

Severus was surprised by her answer, and he found himself already being drawn to the woman before him. Not only was she direct but she understood his petulance for unpunctuality.

“Would you care for some wine?” Hermione asked pouring herself a glass of the ruby red liquid.

“Please.” was the curt reply. Hermione poured a second glass, the crystal tinkling as she filled it. She placed the glass in front of the dark entity before her, and waited anxiously for him to say something. Anything just as long as it broke the mounting silence, which was overcoming them.

She saw the glass disappear, followed by the distinctive sound of sniffing. She too raised her glass, and sniffed the content. She savoured the aroma of the smooth but tart liquid; she could identify the different flavours the wine incorporated, before she took a small sip, swilling it round her mouth before swallowing.

She placed her glass back on the table, just as her dates glass reappeared.

Hermione suddenly felt as though she were being watched, she could feel as if a pair of eyes were trying to penetrate her very soul, of course there was no one else in the room, and her date couldn’t see her, so it was an absurd thought. But nonetheless she felt it.

She looked up from her glass to see that the dark shadow was still, as if the person there was trying to see her, which she supposed explained the sensation.

The silence was broken again by him.

“Tell me Madame, are you a wine connoisseur, would you say?” he asked.

Hermione laughed, and was grateful to here that it was her own. Severus instinctively recognised the laugh, yet he could not place it, but he knew it, for that he was sure.

“No sir, I am not what you would call a wine connoisseur. I merely appreciate the flavours and aromas of a good Cabernet Sauvignon.” she replied.

“How do you know that this is a Cabernet Sauvignon?” Severus asked, interested by the witch before him.

“The wine has a mellowness to it, adding to the subtlety of the flavours, which indicates that a longer maturation period was required in order to obtain optimum peak in the flavours.” She said inhaling the liquid again.

“Cabernet Sauvignon also uses a classic combination of fruits and spices, in this case; Red Grape, Cherry, Blackberry, Blueberry, Warm spices and Vanilla.” She said taking another sip of her wine.

“Interesting, how do you know that? Wine tasting is a long out dated quality to have and as to the best of my knowledge very few people appreciate the skill.”

“Also aside from that it says it on the bottle.” Hermione laughed, “My grandparents are Italian and they own a vineyard in Tuscany, I spent most of my childhood summers there. They taught me how to recognise the aromas and tastes, I think it’s a good quality to have, to appreciate the subtle hints and flavours.” She replied.

“I would agree with you there, Madame.” Severus replied, intrigued.

“Might I make a request?” Hermione asked suddenly.

Severus paused for a moment, unsure of the mysterious woman’s request, before answering “You may.”

“I realise that Albus’ intentions are for us to not know our identities until the end, but I find calling each other, Madame and sir rather impersonal. So I propose we make up a name and simply refer to each other by those names. Of course not using our real ones.” She waited for his reply.

Severus thought about it for a moment, the woman was right, it was impersonal. And in all honesty the date was not a complete waste so far, it had promise. Not that he would ever reveal that, so with that he made a decision.

“I am Xavier, who might you be?” Severus said with a smirk.

Hermione smiled to herself “You may call me Rose; it is a pleasure to meet you, Xavier.”

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A/N: Thank you for all your reviews, I loved them, keep them coming. So this is just a short chapter to tide you over before everything starts, what do you think?

For those those of you wondering

nemini licet exire donec loquar means: nobody is allowed to leave, until I say.

Weeping_Angel: that was my thoughts exactly; I hope you will continue to like it.

Duckducknbear: he will be able to see in the next chapter

Hardygirl133: I will be continuing I am absolutely obsessed with Severus/Hermione pairings and had to write my own.

MadamDragon: I will try to update asap, hope you enjoy.

Dahliana: I’m hoping the ‘blind’ aspect gives it a unique twist

DB1 and Onecelestialbeing: Thank you, I hope you both enjoy.

Well good news I have one less assignment to do, two more to go and I can pick up all my stories and complete them.

Let me know what you think.

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