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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters and HP names, scenes etc belong to their creator – J.K. Rowling. I make no money for this and write only to satisfy my own desire to pen my thoughts and imaginings.

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Ginny shifted in delight, and a bit of fear, in her seat. Across from her sat their newest Potions provider. He sat stiffly in his seat, tall even when seated, his jet black hair framing his even darker eyes that seemed to look straight through into her very thoughts. He had declined offers both for snacks and liquid refreshments and rolled his shoulders as he settled back into the leather of the chair. She wasn’t sure how to go from here, so she defaulted back to her original planning from two days ago.
Clearing her throat and shuffling her papers, Ginny looked up at him and decided to try and break the atmosphere before launching into Phase 2 of her plan.
“Your products are our most popular here.” She handed him her carefully compiled report and grinned, “I certainly hope I won’t get this back with red pen marks all over it.” Silence filled the small meeting room as he stared at her, trying to hide his smirk.
“I think you shall find, Ms. Weasley, that I have no desire to ever mark another student parchment ever again. Your previous correspondences were all more than satisfactory and led me to believe that you are both professional and highly proficient at what you do.” He paused for effect before grinning widely, “Be that as it may, I shall perhaps rather use green ink to indicate my comments.”
Ginny giggled in delight and lightly corrected him, “It’s Mrs. Potter now as you well know sir, and please do call me Ginny – I hope that we can work together to ensure that this is mutually beneficial, and here at Spa de’l Afrique we do prefer to have excellent supplier relationships.”
Severus Snape bowed his head slightly in acquiescence and relaxed into his chair, “Then perhaps you could also drop the “Sir” bit and refer to me as Mr. Snape or Severus rather.” As he glanced around the room, which had security frosting on the glass enclosures allowing those inside complete privacy, he waved a hand around, “I am most impressed with what you have created here Ms… erm Ginny. The first ever Spa to cater to witches, and I daresay the first business in the wizarding world that utilises quite so many Muggle techniques and technologies too. A perfect mesh of magic and muggle one would say. I do have to wonder who your muggle consultant is – there is more than a passable knowledge of their ways.”
Ginny nodded delightedly, “oh yes! My business partner is Muggle born Sir… erm Severus.” She caught herself before saying Hermione’s name. “Her… ideas are quite cutting edge for our world and many of them have impressed even our most pure-blood witches. But still, there are many ways in which magic enables us to provide the best experience for all our clients, and that is where you come in!”
Ginny swallowed and mentally counted to five, trying to slow down her excitement before speaking again. “I had this idea that perhaps you’d like to help me come up with a few different revolutionary ideas – potions, and lotions - that have not yet been invented.” She paused and flicked her long hair back behind her shoulder before continuing earnestly. “It needs to be something that makes life easier for our therapists here, as well as worth the investment of both development and production. Something that could perhaps be branded exclusively for us, sold to us in larger quantities as well as smaller amounts for witches to take home. Eventually we want to create an entire line of products that our clients can purchase for home use – this is normal practice in Muggle spa’s and He… a-hem, my partner, is positive that this is a natural way to increase repeat business.”
Severus tapped his lips thoughtfully with a long index finger. He had to admit that Ginny’s excitement was contagious and he found himself eager to throw himself into a new project. It had been a long time since he had the opportunity to work on something new and definitely the first time he had the opportunity to create fun and rather frivolous potions.
“So to clarify,” he spoke softly, “you want me to create at-home versions of the products I currently supply, as well as something new - revolutionary I believe you said - for use both here and on a domestic level.” He paused and then went on, “the anti-ageing potions, the feet relief lotion, the blemish remover are all easy enough to convert….”
Ginny stared at his finger caressing his lips. His voice was indeed mesmerising and it reminded her that so many witches at Hogwarts had spoken lustfully of him – convinced that any man with that voice must be hiding quite the body under his teaching robes.
His eyes caught movement at the door to the meeting room which Ginny had warded at the start of their meeting. The slight movement pulled Ginny from her trance-like state and had her rushing to the door. “Excuse me a second”, she muttered as she slipped out the door, closing it quickly. Severus had just caught movement from outside the room but couldn’t see who Ginny was conversing with from his position.
Ginny was chatting to Hermione, who wanted to know who she was meeting with.
“You’re not using the meeting room to… you know…”
Ginny grinned, “And what if I am? You said the office was off-limits.” She waited for the inevitable explosion with glee.
Hermione hissed in irritation, “Ginny! You can’t keep doing this! Our work space must be professional and we have to set the examples to all our staff and clients. Let me talk to Harry.” She moved forward, trying to get past Ginny into the room, but Ginny blocked her way.
“Relax Hermione! It’s not Harry. It’s to do with my new ideas I mentioned a few days ago. Honestly if I was going to meet Harry for a quick mid-day shag I’d much rather try out one of the new massage room beds or the giant hot tub.” She smirked and waggled her eyebrows at her friend. “The boardroom table is soo passe! And besides, we’ve done that already.”
Hermione sighed and shook her head, speechless as only Ginny was ever able to render her. “Alright then – let me come and meet this new potioneer that has created the products that have all our staff in rapturous delights”
Ginny shook her head, her grin widening, “uh-uh! You told me to step up, and now you must trust me! Next Friday you shall meet him. Not before!” And with that she slipped back into the room, replacing the wards and striding back to her seat.
The two of them remained locked in the meeting room for another hour – brainstorming and discarding several ideas until they had a fair amount of usable possibilities.
“Incendio!” Ginny muttered as her wand ignited another small pile of parchment with ideas that they had agreed held no merit.
Severus stretched his arms above his head and then stood. “Right Ginny, I think I have something to start with. I shall get to work immediately and send you regular owl updates. Hopefully we should have something to test soon.”
He shrugged into his travelling cloak, his lean back muscles rippling through his efforts. Ginny swallowed and stood from her seat.
“Next Friday Sir, erm Severus, please. If at all possible we need at least a prototype for the Big One by next Friday.” They had dubbed their goal The Big One just moments earlier.
He stared and Ginny was reminded of the scary teacher that the students had been in awe of.
She tried hard not to stumble over her words, “We need to present something by then to … my partner, and the packaging will be created thereafter to fit your design.” She hoped that he was not above a bit of flattery and decided to add in a challenge for good measure. “Of course, if you are not able to come up with a suitable idea by then, it’s not a big deal – we can always re-schedule to suit your pace.”
“Indeed.” Severus muttered and then took his leave, striding to the door and flinging it open. As he walked away to the staff apparition point he called over his shoulder, “Good day to you Ms. Potter. Please do give your husband my regards.”
Ginny walked slowly out of the room after sending her notes to join her planning notes for Phase 2 at her desk just in time to see Hermione standing staring at the apparition point with a calculating look on her face.
“What’s up Hermione?” Ginny forced a concerned look onto her face, “You look like you did when you walked into your Arithmancy final.”
“Ginny,” Hermione said softly as she stared into the now empty space, “Who just apparated from our building? I could swear it looked like… but it couldn’t be…”
She allowed Ginny to lead her away. Ginny went for distraction. She pulled lightly on one of Hermione’s astray curls – the reason Hermione usually preferred having her hair tied up at the office. “Hermione, perhaps I should discuss your idea of a magic shampoo with our new potioneer next time we meet. Your idea is quite brilliant, you know.”
Hermione kept quiet, trying to decide if she believed the whispers at the edge of her brain trying to piece together who she had just seen.
They walked into their shared office and Ginny blurted out, “I think I might be pregnant!”
It did the trick and the two friends spent the rest of the afternoon discussing ways to confirm the suspected pregnancy without arousing suspicions by either Harry or Mrs Weasley.
Later that day as they walked out together, Ginny glanced once more at her warded file drawer. Phase 2 was well under way and hopefully she had managed to distract Hermione from the entire plan. And hopefully no one else would catch wind of the outright lie she had told her friend; she was so not ready for a baby just yet!
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