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The Hogsmeade Camera Club	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 17530 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read so far and especially those who left a review. I really appreciate it.
vaila: I can assure you that I won’t abandon the story. I know from personal experience that there’s nothing more annoying than a potentially good story stopping and then never going any further. It’s for this reason that I concentrate on only one story at a time, to make sure it gets finished.

Hermione swallowed nervously as she looked around her. The room was large and nicely decorated in pale blue and white. It was light and airy with a whole wall of large windows overlooking a massive, beautifully kept lawn with beds full of brightly-coloured shrubs and flowers. She had no idea where she was as she had been brought here via Side-along Apparition by Mr Fenwick, but now it was almost time to start the shoot she was beginning to lose her nerve.
At first she hadn’t recognised any of the photographers, all busy setting up their cameras and tripods and not taking any notice of her as she stood there wondering what she should do. She had gone to stare out of the window, desperately trying to calm herself down so she wouldn’t chicken out of what was about to happen and completely humiliate herself in front of a room full of strangers.
Once again Mr Fenwick had spent some time reassuring her, reminding Hermione that she was to relax and have fun and that she should only do what she felt comfortable doing, but Hermione knew she had to go further than that. Comfortable would be to stay fully dressed or maybe with some buttons somewhat provocatively undone, but it would take her several sessions to get the money for her bills if she chose to stay like that. It was hard enough doing this once, let alone having to come back again.
She had already known the huge amount of money that stripping to her underwear would bring, but she was completely amazed at the amounts quoted both for topless and full nudity. And the money kept going up exponentially. She almost died of shock when she saw the amount offered for a scenario similar to the ejaculation circle Mr Fenwick had mentioned at their meeting, which she assumed was included purely as an example of the sort of money she could earn if she had absolutely no morals. It was almost the amount she would earn at the Ministry for four months’ work, although as far as she was concerned no amount of money in the world would ever tempt her to do something like that.
Hermione wondered how they could afford to pay their models so well and then remembered Mr Fenwick’s comment about wealthy patrons. The Hogsmeade Camera Club must have lots of extremely wealthy members, although maybe there weren’t too many people who were willing to go quite that far. The costs for underwear and even nude shoots were reasonable in comparison to the more extreme ones.
She wasn’t sure how many men would take part in the shoot. So far she had seen about a dozen photographers, none of whom she knew, but there were far more cameras in the room than people. She wondered whether other shoots were going on in other rooms or if she was the only attraction, which might be the reason for so many photographers being interested in her. But since his pep talk Mr Fenwick had disappeared and she hadn’t yet quite plucked up the courage to talk to any of the other photographers, so she couldn’t ask the question.
Hermione was just getting to the stage where she was getting bored with waiting for something to happen when the first person she knew entered the room. Percy Weasley, looking as pompous as ever and talking to an equally pretentious-looking man with dark hair and a beard, didn’t notice her as he came through the door and she couldn’t help wondering for a moment whether the models’ names were released in advance or if she was going to be as much of a surprise to him as seeing him there was to her.
Plastering a confident smile on her face so he wouldn’t pick up on her anxiety, Hermione headed across the room to intersect with him.
‘Hullo, Percy,’ she said chirpily.
Percy looked at her almost in confusion for a moment, then said, ‘Hermione, hullo. What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were in the Camera Club.’
‘Oh, I’m not a member. I’m the model for this session,’ Hermione told him.
Percy looked a little uncomfortable at this revelation but he tried to take it in his stride. Hermione guessed that answered her question about whether her name had been given out in advance and pretty much confirmed that he wasn’t one of the members who had requested her.
‘Hermione, this is my colleague from work, Alastor Batworthy.’ He indicated the man with the beard. ‘Alastor, this is Hermione Granger, a friend of my younger brother Ron. Hermione is a fellow Ministry employee and apparently our model today.’
The man shook Hermione’s hand without much interest. ‘I’m pleased to meet you,’ he said.
Hermione noticed his voice sounded just as pompous as he looked. She wasn’t surprised that he got on so well with Percy.
‘And you, too, Alastor,’ Hermione replied politely. She turned back to Percy. ‘Do you know how many people come to these things?’
He shrugged. ‘It all depends on what people are doing on the day the shoots are held. I suppose there’s usually about twenty or so, although people don’t always stay all the way through. It depends on how the session goes.’ He looked at the cameras that were already set up. ‘It looks like there’s going to be a good turn-out today, though. So what made you decide to become a model?’
Hermione had already decided that if anyone asked her this question she wasn’t going to admit that it was because she needed the money. That made her sound desperate and there was still that little nagging part of her mind that disapproved of what she was doing, which made her feel a bit guilty about it.
‘I knew a few people who were members of the club who mentioned about modelling and it seemed like an interesting experience, so after a chat with your Chairman I thought I’d give it a go,’ she said with a shrug.
Percy looked surprised again. ‘Well, I’m sure you’re sensible enough to make sure you don’t go too far, Hermione,’ he said priggishly.
She laughed. ‘Oh, you’ve no need to worry about that, Percy. I have a very definite limit and I have absolutely no intention of going past it.’
Percy looked relieved at her comment but Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what his limit was. Would he be one of those people who would stay regardless of what was happening or would he leave if a shoot started getting more sexual than sensual? Hermione didn’t really know Percy well enough to judge but she hoped he would have the decency to leave rather than end up ejaculating on some depraved individual and calling it art. But someone who she was fairly certain would stay right until the bitter end, and would probably be doing everything he could to help the action along had just walked through the door.
Lucius Malfoy looked just as handsome as she remembered him and was immaculately dressed as always. Hermione realised that she wasn’t at all surprised that he was a member of the camera club and wondered whether his son Draco was also a member. From the rumours she had heard about Lucius Malfoy’s appetites she could quite easily imagine him organising something like the ejaculation circle although she didn’t believe he would actually take part; rather, he would be a voyeur who would gain enjoyment from watching the others in action. He certainly had the money to pay for it.
For a moment her resolve to do the shoot wavered as she thought about the man with whom she’d had so many horrible encounters in the past watching her get undressed, but she managed to chase that thought away. He was one man out of a whole room full of them; she could focus on anyone else and forget that he was even there. Anyway, once he was behind his camera she probably wouldn’t even be able to see him properly. She just had to hope Draco didn’t suddenly appear as well otherwise that would make things a little trickier. She wasn’t at all sure she would be able to continue if her old school nemesis was there as well.
Over the space of the next fifteen minutes the room continued to fill and Hermione became ever more nervous. There were several people she recognised by face but not name from work, and even a few from school although only Dean, who had talked to her excitedly and encouragingly about her impending shoot and Roger Davies, who she vaguely remembered as being an ex-boyfriend of Cho Chang’s, actually spoke to her.
And then it was time for the shoot to start and Mr Fenwick reappeared to explain to her what was going to happen.
‘Are you all right, Miss Granger?’ he asked, looking at her keenly.
Hermione nodded. Her stomach was roiling with apprehension and she wasn’t sure she could speak without being sick.
‘Feeling a little nervous?’ he asked, giving her a sympathetic smile.
Hermione nodded again.
‘Whilst a little nervousness is only to be expected, there’s absolutely no need for you to be worried, Miss Granger. As I told you before, everything is done at your pace and you need only do what you feel comfortable doing.’ He pointed to a dark red velvet chaise longue in the centre of the circle of cameras that was covered with several plump cream satin cushions and a matching throw. ‘That will be your platform for today’s shoot. You can sit, stand, lie and use the cushions and throw as the mood takes you. As you can see, there is a seven-foot gap between you and the nearest cameras. Once the shoot begins no one will breach that gap unless you specifically request it, so you have no need to worry about anyone touching you.
‘Some of the photographers may request you to do things for them — for instance, holding a cushion or laying down, or something of that ilk. You do not have to do anything they ask unless you want to. A negative response from you will immediately stop that sort of request being asked again, unless you indicate that you are happy for the question to be re-asked later in the shoot. It is likely you will be asked to remove your clothes at some point, and if you go down to your underwear certain photographers may request that you go topless or even nude; but if you say no, once again all similar questions will cease immediately.
‘The shoot will usually take place in two or three segments. The first will take about twenty minutes and gives you the chance to get settled in and properly relaxed and to learn what a photographic shoot entails. There will then be a short break during which refreshments are served, followed by another session lasting a similar amount of time or possibly a little longer than the first. If you decide you are happy to continue, a final session of approximately thirty minutes, depending on how things are going, will be held. If, however, you feel you would rather not continue for the third session you will be free to leave and the final session will be a still-life study, which we have prepared in advance as a stand-by. I do have to inform you, Miss Granger, that you will need to complete at least two of the three sessions in order to qualify for remuneration.’
He gave a small smile as he added, ‘I know you have already indicated that you have no intention of going any further than lingerie photography, but should you change your mind, any additional . . . erm . . . sessions will occur once the main shoot is over. This gives any photographers who do not wish to continue a chance to pack up their equipment and leave. Hopefully, I’ve covered everything, but do you have any questions before we start?’
‘So if I’m going to go down to my underwear, which session would this happen in?’ Hermione asked.
Mr Fenwick smiled. ‘Once again, Miss Granger, a reminder that everything is done at your pace. There are no set rules, nor is anything expected of you except for you to sit there and look beautiful — which isn’t going to be a difficult task for you to achieve.’ He gazed around the room, looking satisfied at the number of people who were now with their cameras. He looked at his watch. ‘Now, if you’re ready, it’s time to prepare yourself and head towards the centre of the circle, where I shall introduce you, and we’ll get going.’
Taking a deep breath, Hermione walked over to the chaise longue, moving the cushions so she could sit down. She smoothed down her skirt, noticing as she did so that her hands were shaking. Once she was as comfortably settled as she was ever going to be she looked around at the sea of cameras. It was a little overwhelming to know that so many men were going to be taking photographs of her, but at the same time there were so many that it was far more impersonal than she had expected it to be. She spotted Lucius who was busy adjusting the settings on his camera, noting his position so she could keep her attention focussed elsewhere, then closed her eyes, trying to calm herself while she waited for Mr Fenwick to introduce her.
She opened her eyes as the room quieted. Mr Fenwick now stood next to her holding his hand up for silence, and as she gazed out at the assembled photographers she realised there was someone else there she knew, someone she hadn’t seen for five years, who had only just arrived at the last minute. Her stomach roiled again and she closed her eyes once more. She really didn’t want to do this now but it was too late to stop it.
Once it’s done the bills will be paid and you don’t need to do anything like this ever again, she told herself silently. But now you have to get on and do it . . . and if you’re going to do it you might as well try to enjoy it.
Hermione knew, if she was honest, that it was the not knowing exactly what was going to happen that was making her nervous. Usually her life was completely planned out to the smallest detail, something she had always done even back as far as her school days, when she had created intricate revision plans months before the exams were due.
All she knew was that she had to sit for two or three sessions and she could do what she wanted, which was of no use whatsoever. At least if she had known that she was supposed to get undressed during the second sitting, or that they were looking for something specific from her, it would have given her something to work towards; but currently the only thing she had any proper control over was her clothes. She had spent every minute since she had agreed to do this working out what she was going to wear and how easy or otherwise it was to take off and then put back on again once the session was over.
‘Good afternoon, gentlemen. Welcome to the latest session of the Hogsmeade Camera Club. As you can see we have a new model today, a beautiful young woman called Hermione Granger.’ Mr Fenwick indicated Hermione and smiled at her as he spoke, his voice warm and soft. ‘It’s her first time modelling, so naturally she’s a little nervous. I know you will all do what you can to make her feel at ease, so please be gentle with her and remember, be polite. Now, I’ll stop talking and get back behind the camera so you can look at the pretty girl rather than the grizzled old man.’
There was a small outbreak of laughter at Mr Fenwick’s last comment, which amazingly seemed to break the tension Hermione was feeling. She stood up and smiled her most dazzling smile.
‘Miss Granger, gentlemen,’ Mr Fenwick said pointing at her once more, then he walked out of the circle, leaving Hermione alone.
Almost immediately the sound of camera shutters moving filled the room and Hermione continued to stand there, waiting for a few seconds before turning a little until eventually she had walked full circle, allowing all the members to photograph her full length and face on. She moved to the chaise longue and picked up a cushion, which prompted a number of requests for her to hold it in a certain way.
As the first part of the shoot continued Hermione realised this was easy and she was actually beginning to enjoy it. The men were all respectful and none of them asked her to do anything that she had to think twice about. Before she knew it the first twenty minutes were up and the men began to drift away from their cameras towards a table that had been set up at the far end of the room and now contained coffee and teapots and plates of biscuits.
Mr Fenwick stood just outside the circle.
‘May I join you, Miss Granger?’ he asked politely, ‘and can I get you a cup of tea or coffee?’
Hermione nodded. ‘A cup of tea would be lovely, please. Milk and one sugar.’
A few minutes later Mr Fenwick returned bearing a teacup and saucer, which also had a couple of biscuits perched on it. He passed it to Hermione.
‘So how do you think I did?’ she asked worriedly. ‘Was I really terrible?’
Mr Fenwick laughed pleasantly, his sparkling eyes crinkling. ‘You were fine, Miss Granger. You acted no differently from the way most first-timers do — in fact, better than some. You take direction well and don’t get easily flustered, and although you were obviously nervous to begin with you seem to have relaxed into it and are hopefully enjoying the experience.’
‘It’s certainly interesting,’ Hermione admitted. ‘It’s honestly not really been anything like I expected, although obviously I haven’t actually taken any clothes off yet.’
‘I will admit there is a certain air of expectation amongst the group,’ Mr Fenwick said. ‘I think if you choose to favour us with a lingerie session it will be most gratefully received although I will remind you once again that you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfortable about it.’ He paused, watching as Hermione dunked one of the biscuits in her tea and took a bite. As she chewed on it he asked, ‘Do you think you will be doing all three sessions or do you wish to stop after the next one?’
Hermione licked her lips nervously before answering. ‘I’m hoping to do all three, but I have to admit that it will depend on how the next session goes. I intend to do underwear shots next, assuming I can actually pluck up the courage to take my clothes off, but it’s definitely not going to go any further, I can already guarantee that.’
‘Just as long as you’re happy to continue to sit for us and feel you’ve been treated well so far, then as Chairman of the club I’m happy,’ Mr Fenwick told her. ‘Have you finished with your tea?’
Hermione shook her head. She had only managed a couple of sips so far.
‘Another prop for you to use, then,’ Mr Fenwick said, sounding delighted, and he moved back outside the circle. He clapped his hands loudly and waited for the sound of conversation to stop. ‘Gentlemen, if you could return to your cameras now, please. Miss Granger is ready to continue.’
Hermione sat drinking her tea while she waited for the men to get into position, aware that some of the more eager ones were taking photographs of her while they waited. Once the room was ready she put down the cup and saucer and stood up. She took a deep breath, silently egging herself on, then slowly and seductively undid the first button on her blouse.

The second session was satisfactorily concluded and this time Hermione chose to leave the circle, enjoying the compliments that many of the photographers were passing her way as she moved towards the refreshment table. She realised Lucius was coming towards her, and knowing she wasn’t going to be able to get away from him she hurriedly wrapped the red satin robe Mr Fenwick had given her at the end of the session around her more tightly, eager for the blond man to not be gazing at her in the lewd way he had for the previous twenty-odd minutes.
He was the only one who had really made her feel uncomfortable, although she had felt a little embarrassed when she remembered that Severus Snape, her Potions Master from school, was there too. Her schoolgirl crush on him re-emerged with a vengeance as she surreptitiously gazed at him, noting the changes the five years since she had last seen him had made to his physique.
‘Miss Granger, I’m so glad we’ve finally managed to get you to our little club. It really has been improved by having you with us. I hope everything has been to your satisfaction so far?’
Hermione smiled politely. ‘It’s been quite interesting, actually,’ she admitted. Then, feeling that she should at least attempt to make conversation, she asked, ‘Is this where the club is usually held? It’s a beautiful place. The room is gorgeous and I was looking out of the window before we started. The garden looks absolutely magnificent with all those beautiful flowers. Does the club own the property, or—?’
‘You’re at Malfoy Manor,’ Lucius said. His voice was rich and smooth. ‘I’m glad you like it. I quite often let the Camera Club use a room or the garden as I have plenty of space, and it’s nice to shoot in different places rather than the same boring room all the time. This is one of my favourite rooms and is a good one for photography. The light quality is perfect for some really artistic shots and I am hopeful that between us the Camera Club will have captured some wonderful ones of you today.’ He looked at her intently for a moment, then smiled. ‘You really are quite exquisite, Miss Granger. Far better even than I had imagined you would be.’
Hermione felt herself blush at the compliment and under the intensity of his gaze.
‘Was it you who recommended me to the club?’ Hermione asked quietly.
She was fairly certain from the way he was talking and acting towards her that Lucius was one of the men who had put her name forward.
‘I admit that I did put your name forward, and an extremely good choice it was, too,’ Lucius said. Then he chuckled. ‘I believe Draco did as well. They’re away on a stag do this weekend so he and his friends are going to be most disappointed when they discover they missed the opportunity to shoot you. They’ll have to hope that you decide to give us all a treat and do another shoot in the future.’
So now Hermione knew two of the requesters and had confirmation that Draco was a member, as were some of his friends, who might well have been the other requesters if the Malfoys were so eager to get her there. She wanted to hope that Professor Snape had been one of them, too, but she didn’t really believe that to be the case. While she had harboured an almost completely secret and somewhat shameful crush on him for most of her later years at school, she knew the Potions Master hadn’t shared her feelings of desire.
Although she believed, or at least wanted to believe, that his mean and rude behaviour towards her was mainly because she was a friend of Harry’s, who Professor Snape had always despised because he hated Harry’s father, there was no doubt that he wasn’t her biggest fan — hence her unrequited desire; although as she had been one of his pupils at the time there was never going to be any chance of anything happening between them anyway. But that was five years ago; he was no longer her teacher.
‘I’m sorry, I missed what you were saying,’ Hermione admitted a little contritely as she realised she had been so busy thinking about Professor Snape that she had completely tuned out Lucius. From the way he was looking at her he had obviously asked her a question.
‘I was just asking about the possibility of arranging a private modelling session with you, Miss Granger. I have so many ideas that I would love to try out but that aren’t particularly suitable or practical for a group situation. Also, the chance to photograph you in other locations around Malfoy Manor would be extremely exciting. For instance, I have a rose garden that would be the perfect setting for a whole range of intimate and sensual photographs. There’s a marvellous stone bench in the middle of all those sweet-smelling flowers and you would look just wonderful laying naked on it,’ Lucius said. His voice had become softer and distinctly more seductive.
Hermione shook her head as she felt the return of the nervous butterflies in her stomach. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Malfoy, but I’m really not interested in doing any other modelling. I thought I would give this a try, purely out of interest and because it was in a safe, non-pressured environment, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable modelling in a solo situation nor am I interested in removing any more of my clothes.’
Lucius looked disappointed for a second but then his smile returned. ‘Please, call me Lucius. I’m sad to hear that you’re not interested, Miss Granger, because based on today’s shoot I would say you’re a natural and I am certain that between us we could create some wonderful photographs. I shall have to keep working on you to see if I can convince you to change your mind. I’m certain that eventually I’ll be able to find a way to make you more comfortable with the idea of sitting for me.’
‘I’m not going to change my mind, Lucius,’ Hermione told him adamantly. ‘I will never take all my clothes off to be photographed, so if that’s what you’re looking for you may as well give up now. Now, if you’ll excuse me I should be getting back as I think Mr Fenwick will be calling for the third session in a minute.’
‘I will keep trying to change your mind,’ Lucius promised as a parting shot. He was still smiling.
Hermione wandered back over to the chaise longue, pleased that there was at least one little area of the room where Lucius couldn’t follow her. She sat down on the seat and picked up a pillow, which she stared at as she thought about their discussion. What she had said to him about not wanting to model naked was true, but she had to admit that his description of the rose garden had evoked a somewhat erotic image in her mind and she was rather enjoying his flattery.
She knew that after his treatment at the hands of Voldemort, Lucius and his family had undergone a complete reassessment of everything they believed in otherwise he would never have even bothered to look in her direction, let alone ask her to model for him. But it was hard after all those years of hatred to turn that off and begin to trust. He was extremely handsome, though, and a little too seductive, and it was therefore important that she not be swayed by his honeyed words.
Hermione looked around the room, her eyes attempting to seek out the tall, dark-haired man who had joined the group at the last minute. She was disappointed but unsurprised to see that he had joined Lucius. She was amazed that Professor Snape was a photographer as she had always assumed his only interest was potion-making, but it was a pleasant surprise, made more so when she realised that she was still just as attracted to the teacher now as she had been when she was at school.
For a moment she imagined doing some intimate and sensual modelling for him — just the two of them alone somewhere with roses and garden benches — but then, probably because of the setting, Lucius pushed his way back into her mind so she erased that thought. It was unlikely that Professor Snape would be interested in her modelling for him anyway, and she still had no interest in doing it naked in real life, but once she could think of a more suitable location it would give her something to fantasise about when she was laying alone in bed at night.
There was no sign of Mr Fenwick yet, which meant she probably had a few more minutes. Hermione was desperate to say something to Professor Snape, if for no other reason than that she wanted to look him over properly, so leaving the circle once more she made her way in his direction, trying not to make it obvious that she was targeting him. He was now talking to a short, bald man she had never seen before, so she waited until he had finished his conversation and then dived in before the professor had a chance to move away and talk to someone else, or worse still, leave.
‘I didn’t know you were keen on photography, sir,’ Hermione said.
Professor Snape looked a little out of place in the informal setting of the camera club as he was still wearing the black robes he wore at school, the only things she had ever seen him in. But his scowl wasn’t present and he looked relaxed, even happy, which made him look even more attractive to her. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat as he turned slightly so he was looking at her as he answered.
He looked amused as he drawled, ‘I don’t think you need to need to call me “sir”, Miss Granger. I’m no longer your teacher.’
Hermione felt herself blushing. ‘I’m sorry, it’s force of habit,’ she explained. ‘So have you been interested in photography for long, Professor?’
Professor Snape nodded his head. ‘I got my first camera when I was eight. I managed to convince my parents to buy me a cheap one and it gave me the means to escape. Even in the dreadful town I lived in there was beauty of a sort, once you looked at it through a camera lens, and being close to the moors meant that I could practice to my heart’s content on landscapes and wildlife, although mainly it gave me an excuse to be out of the house as things weren’t particularly happy at home. Once I arrived at Hogwarts I discovered the Hogsmeade Camera Club, so I signed up as soon as I was able to and have been a member ever since, although it has only been in the last few years that I’ve been able to take the hobby up again seriously . . . now that I have more free time.’
‘It’s good to have a hobby,’ Hermione said. Professor Snape looked at her sharply, as if sensing ridicule, but she quickly added, ‘No, I mean it. I don’t have a hobby except for reading although I’m not sure that really counts. I’ve often thought I should take one up. I did think about knitting once, but photography would be much cooler.’
‘Knitting,’ Professor Snape sounded amused again. ‘I have to admit I don’t see you as a knitter, Miss Granger.’
‘Oh, I don’t know. I could knit everyone a range of jumpers, just like Mrs Weasley does every year.’ She grinned.
‘Don’t bother putting me on your list, will you?’ he said with a shudder.
Hermione looked at him with mock disappointment. ‘I was going to make you a special jumper, Professor — a nice big thick black one with a green Slytherin snake on it. You could wear it for Quidditch matches.’
Professor Snape looked horrified for a second, then gave a sharp bark of a laugh. ‘That sounds delightful. I can’t wait to see it.’
‘Well, you might have a bit of a wait,’ Hermione admitted. ‘I don’t actually know how to knit and I suspect it might take me a few years to learn enough to actually complete a jumper, but I might be able to manage a scarf eventually.’
Professor Snape gazed at her intently for a moment. ‘I think I’ll wait for the jumper. I already have a Slytherin scarf.’
‘So do you still engage in photography outside of the club or do you just come to the model sessions?’ Hermione asked, changing the subject back to photography.
Professor Snape shrugged. ‘Occasionally I get the urge to go out into nature and take a few photos, usually when I’m back home during the school holidays. I find it relaxing, and it makes a change from brewing potions. Plus it gives me a chance to stretch my legs and get a bit of fresh air. There’s a rather nice park I go to sometimes, one of the few good things about the town I live in. It’s beautiful there in every season so I can always find something to take a photograph of.’
Hermione smiled, her heart fluttering wildly as she plucked up all her courage and bravely said, ‘Well, if you ever need anyone to give your landscapes more depth or a focal point or something, I would be happy to come along and help you out.’
Professor Snape looked at her appraisingly for several seconds, his gaze going so deep Hermione thought she was probably blushing again.
‘Whilst I agree that you would enhance any landscape, Miss Granger, unfortunately I don’t have Lucius Malfoy’s resources and would therefore be unable to afford to pay for your time to assist me,’ he said softly.
Hermione looked disconcerted at the idea that Professor Snape thought she wanted paying to be with him. Once again the little voice in her brain started whispering about prostitution and she tried to clamp down on it.
‘Look, I’m sorry, Miss Granger. I didn’t mean to upset you,’ Professor Snape said quickly, realising that he obviously had although he wasn’t quite sure why.
At almost the same time Hermione blurted out, ‘I don’t need you to pay me. I’m not a whore.’ Professor Snape looked at her in surprise at her outburst. More quietly she added, ‘I’m sorry. What I meant was that I wasn’t asking you to hire me as a model. I was just offering to come with you . . . if you wanted my company or generally wanted someone to take a photograph of.’
‘I’m sorry. I thought you were touting for work,’ Professor Snape explained, his voice still gentle. ‘It’s a bit of a hazard at the club, I’m afraid. Most of the models are looking to do work on the side and they all expect to get paid a significant amount due to the over-inflated amount of money the club pays them. I thought I heard Lucius talking to you about doing some modelling for him earlier.’
‘He did suggest it, but I’m not interested in doing modelling for him. To be honest, I only did this because I really needed the money urgently. I didn’t intend to do it again although I’ll admit that it hasn’t been anywhere near as bad as I expected, actually. I’m sorry, I should never have mentioned it.’
‘No, I’m sorry. I’m afraid my cynical nature takes over far too easily, Miss Granger. Obviously I would be happy for you to accompany me and make my photographs a hundred times more interesting.’
Hermione’s heart started beating faster at his words. Did this mean he would ask her to go with him?
‘You could buy me an ice cream if it would make you feel better,’ Hermione suggested, trying to keep it light. She smiled at him and he smiled back, making her heart skip a beat again. God, he really was actually quite nice looking when he smiled.
‘I think I could stretch to an ice cream,’ Professor Snape said musingly. He was smiling again and it made Hermione’s stomach do little somersaults of joy and her heart was racing as if she was running a sprint. ‘Do you have a particular time when you’re free?’
Hermione was tempted to say any time, but not wanting to be too obvious or seem too desperate to get a date she just shrugged. ‘It’s probably easier if I fit in with you, Professor. I don’t have huge expanses of time when I’m stuck at school.’
Professor Snape nodded. ‘I’ll work out when I have some free time and I’ll send you an owl, then you can let me know if you’re still interested.’
Hermione almost retorted that she definitely would be but she just about managed to keep quiet. She really hoped he wasn’t just being polite to her but all she could do was wait and see.
‘That would be great,’ she said sincerely. She looked around, spotting that most of the photographers were back at their cameras again. ‘Looks like I’m on again. I just I hope I don’t bore people because I’m not taking any more clothes off.’
‘You are extremely beautiful, Miss Granger, and I don’t believe any of the men here today would get bored with you regardless of what you choose to do with your clothing,’ Professor Snape told her, sounding sincere.
‘Thank you,’ Hermione said quietly, hiding the excitement that was fizzing up inside her. Professor Snape had just said she was beautiful and it made her feel fantastic.
No longer worried about whether anyone would be unhappy that she wasn’t going to remove her underwear, she walked back to the area that had been set out for her and plumped the cushions on the loveseat.
It wasn’t long before the third and final session got underway. Although Hermione had not removed any more of her clothes — refusing a request by Lucius to take off her bra — she pulled the straps down and moved into several rather revealing poses, safe in the knowledge that her well-chosen underwear wasn’t going to let her down, even if she was revealing a little more cleavage than she had originally intended.
And then the session was finished and Hermione realised she was buzzing. She had enjoyed being photographed much more than she had expected to, and she liked the fact that the photographers had all been so complimentary about her and so polite about everything, too. Mr Fenwick had, for the fourth time, joined her in the circle to thank her for modelling for them, impressing upon her that she was welcome back at any time, which was greeted by a round of applause and several wolf whistles from the photographers.
As the men began to put away their equipment Hermione put her clothes back on and gathered up her belongings, ready to leave whenever Mr Fenwick was ready. She was on her way out the door when Lucius caught up with her. He had been talking to Professor Snape again and caught Hermione’s eye when she tried to look at the Potions Master in hopes of saying goodbye to him.
‘It’s been a real pleasure to work with you, Miss Granger,’ Lucius said sincerely, ‘and I can assure you that I will endeavour to do everything I can to get you to agree to model for me. It will happen eventually, I’m certain of it.’
Hermione smiled. ‘And I meant what I said about not wanting to take my clothes off, Lucius. I don’t think I’m the model that you’re after.’
Before she realised what he was doing Lucius moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, which caused a shiver to run straight up her spine. ‘Oh, you most certainly are the model I want, Hermione. There are so many things I want to do with you, and not all of them involve photography.’
He gave her ear a tiny kiss and then pulled away, winking at her wickedly as she stared at him in shock.
‘I’ll talk to you soon,’ he said, his voice seductive once more.
Hermione didn’t know what to say so she didn’t say anything. Professor Snape smiled at her and, smiling back, she raised her hand to wave goodbye, then went to find Mr Fenwick so he could take her home.
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