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The Seduction Game	By : Grill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oh, and sorry if this is a slightly short chapter - it's just sort of establishing a few things, you know...

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CHAPTER TWENTY: NOT QUITE GONE YET

It wasn’t as if he’d never seen a naked woman before. Honestly, he’d lost his virginity as a fifteen-year-old, with no other than that awful Hannah Abbott. (Okay, so maybe he hadn’t paid too much attention to her needs, ahat hat was probably what had caused her very passive, unenthusiastic participation, but still.)

And after Hannah, there’d been more women – and better experiences. He’d even started caring about them. Eventually. Occasionally. It had never been love, though. Never anything special.

And although the woman he was currently looking at wasn’t even completely naked – hell, by some standards she was overdressed – it was still uncomfortable. Not bee ofe of her halfway opened dress, mind you, or her flowing hair or her swollen lips. No, that had nothing to do with his being uncomfortable. It all came down to one thing: Who she was, and who she was with.

Hermione Granger. In mid-snog with Professor Snape.

“Well, isn’t this cosy,” Draco commented smugly.

Snape’s hands – which were rather conveniently placed on Granger’s buttocks – jumped away as if they’d been burnt. Both the Professor and his ex student stared at Draco, open mouthed, apparently too shocker wor words.

Draco leaned against the door frame, his arms folded. Well, he couldn’t blame Snape, really. It appeared as though Granger really had developed in the right direction, she’d just been stupid enough to hide it under her school robes.

“Draco?” said Snape at least, pulling himself together. His expression slowly went from shock to annoyance.

“The very same,” said Draco pleasantly, taking a few steps into the room. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Granger’s rather shaky, quick administrations with her halfway undressed clothes.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” barked Snape angrily. “I suppose it runs in the family, entering before knocking.”

“Oh, sorry,” said Draco sarcastically, “was I interrupting your dinner, Professor?”

He shot a glance at the untouched food at the table in Snape’s chambers, then back to Snape, who was still invading Granger’s personal space. Interrupted his “dinner”, indeed.

Snape simply scowled. “If I recall correctly, Mr Malfoy, term doesn’t begin until September 1st, and – oh yes, that’s correct, you graduated two years ago. Or had you forgot?”

“I hadn’t,” said Draco, taking a seat in one of Snape’s stuffed armchairs. “Believe it or not, but I’m actually here for a reason.”

“Oh, that’s a relief to hear.”

“Oh, come now, Professor, don’t give me that tone. I’ve known you since I was just a baby; surely we’re past this stage.”

Apparently, Draco discovered, Professor Snape didn’t share his amused view on the situation. But this was just too classic to ignore: Snape halfway into bed with the Gryffindor know-it-all. Draco wouldn’t be too evil a man if he enjoyed that for a moment now, would he?

Snape’s eyes glittered dangerously. “You indeed haven’t changed a bit in all these twenty years, Draco, I must say. Now could you please explain to me what the hell you are doing here?”

“Just stopping by,” smirked Draco happily, “to visit you and your – er – beloved.” He shot a pleased smirk at Granger, who simply glared furiously back. “Tell me,” he continued, “where ever did you get that flattering neck bite from, Granger? Was it Potter? Weasley, or...?” He glanced at Snape with even more amusement.

“None of them,” replied Granger coldly, her eyes never leaving Draco’s. “It was your father.”

Things went from being very amusing to being very serious very fast.

“My Father

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