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Where Things Lead This Time	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The girls planned carefully when it came to their appearance. A date worthy of the name Malfoy would no doubt involve places they had only seen in the papers or heard about in reviews.

“Don’t you think we’re going a little overboard?” Ginny asked. She was looking at her reflection. She was in a dark emerald green gown. It was strapless and clean lined, draping down her body. Ginny wasn’t sure but green looked wonderful with her hair, and she had to admit the impact was charming.

“No, we are sending a message.” Hermione said coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing an off the shoulder black gown that dropped to her ankles. It was tight on the bodice and flared from the waist downward. It flowed with the air when she walked. Ginny had never seen her looked more glamorous. Her hair was in an elegant French twist. She dressed Ginny’s in a looser twist, that allowed long locks to fall down her neck.

“What message would that be Hermione?”

“That we are taking them at full value when they saw a date worthy of the name Malfoy.” She approached the mirror Ginny was using and did a final critique. “We are making sure they know we have high expectations, and we are not going to settle for anything less?”

Ginny nodded. “Alright.” She was nervous as hell and began wringing her hands.

“Ginny, calm down.” Hermione led her to the vanity and made final adjustments to make up to get her mind off the night to come.

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius was in a state of unrest worse then Ginny. “What if she has an awful time?” He asked fastening his cufflinks.

“It is your job to make sure she doesn’t.” Severus said, walking into the bedroom. Severus’s dress robes were immaculate. He was in all black, including his dress shirt, but then again black was his signature color and he wore it well.

Lucius slid his jacket on and faced his mirror, adjusting cuffs, making sure his jacket was straight, inspecting his waistcoat.

“For fuck’s sake Lucius, you’re like a woman at times.” Severus glowered from his chair.

“Appearance is everything Severus.” He said not moving, and fastening the silk black ribbon around his hair.

“And how would it appear if Miss Weasley knew you spent more time on your hair then she did.” Severus was dripping with sarcasm.

“Severus, I’m sure she knows I take care of my hair.” Lucius, finally satisfied with his look, turned and took up his cloak.

“Lucius, you are the only man I know who has a hair care regimen.” Severus stood, and adjusted his cloak, as Lucius took up his wand.

“Severus,” he lifted his eyebrows at the blonde man, “fuck you.” Severus smiled as he followed Lucius out of the room.

When the knock came at the door, Ginny’s nerves flared up. “Calm down.” Hermione told her. She took a deep breathe and held herself still.

Hermione opened the door. “Gentlemen, won’t you come in.” She stood aside and smiled as they entered.

“Hermione, you look beautiful.” Severus complimented her, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“Thank you Severus.” She smiled with feeling.

“Ginny, you are breathtaking in Slytherin colors.” Lucius told her.

“Thank you Lucius.” She said furling her brow, wondering how to take his words. She looked at Hermione, but she was just as unsure. Severus and Lucius both saw the looks on the girls, but before they could say anything, Hermione spoke.

“Well, we will fetch our cloaks and we can be off. Give us a moment, won’t you?”

Hermione ushered Ginny to the bedroom. “You look great in Slytherin colors, what does fuck does that mean?” Ginny shouted in an angry whisper. “Does he think I did this to pay homage to his house?”

“I don’t know.” She fumbled with the clasp of her cloak. “Alright, a shaky start but lets keep an open mind, we have the rest of the night.” Ginny took another breathe and nodded, calmly walked with Hermione to the front.

The theater they went to was grand, with all the opulence of high society. Red carpets on the floors and a grand staircase leading to the balcony seats. Gilded chandeliers hung with charmed candles, ushers walked about offering champagne flutes, and cloaks were collected by ladies in matching little black dresses.

“Hermione, do you notice what I notice?” Ginny asked as the men were handing their cloaks to one of the girls.

“Yes, I do. Every lady here has flowers.” Hermione could tell Ginny was hurt.

“You’d think if they were serious, that we would warrant flowers.” Ginny tried not to look disappointed, but Hermione could tell she felt less then worthy around the women in view. Ginny rarely received flowers and she considered it only a minor act but it was a traditional one and an important one.

“Ladies, shall we?” They walked up the stairs on the arms of the two Slytherins.

“Lucius, my good man.” Lucius looked over at a portly well dressed man and gave a wave.

“Mathers.” He called back and continued without stopping. Ginny felt the embarrassment flare up in her cheeks. He didn’t want to be seen with her. Lucius was hurrying them to the box seats that the Malfoys owned.

When they were seated she met Hermione’s eyes and knew she was thinking the same thing. Lucius didn’t bother introducing his date for the evening, and Severus hadn’t bothered to stop either. They were hurried into the box before they could be seen by too many people. Everyone else was socializing at the bar, enjoying a cocktail in the lounge, or speaking to friends before the show started. Everyone except them.

Severus got champagne flutes for them and then closed the box curtains, closing them off. The girls were of the same mind set, that they didn’t want anyone to walk by and see them. Both girls were feeling like embarrassments that were being hidden away.

“Malfoy?” Lucius stood up and peeked out the curtain.

“Ah, Hastings, I’ve been meaning to speak with you….” He slipped out of the curtain to talk for a moment. Ginny was on the verge of tears. Not only did he leave her to talk business on a date, but he didn’t bother to let it be known that she was his date.

Hermione was equally upset at the treatment of her friend. Severus wasn’t fairing better but at least he was clued in.

He saw Hermione and Ginny sitting with straight backs and folded arms. This evening was not starting out well. “Excuse me ladies, I’ll let Lucius know the show is starting soon.”

Hermione nodded and smiled as he slipped away. “At least he excused himself.” Ginny said sadly. Hermione nodded but it didn’t make her feel better. “You know if they don’t want anyone to see us, why did they suggest this?”

“Maybe they felt they felt they had to.“ Hermione said, feeling depressed. “We could make excuses to skip dinner?” She suggested, not wanting to go through a horrible evening or subject Ginny to one as well.

“No,” she said looking at her friend, “they promised us ballet and dinner, they are going to give us ballet and dinner.” She faced the balcony and focused on the ushers preparing the raise curtain.

“Lucius, curtain is going to rise in a moment.” He said coming up behind his friend.

“I’ll talk to you this week Hastings.” When he had left, Severus jumped in.

“I don’t think it’s going well.” Lucius looked worried.

“What do you mean, nothings happened.” He said.

“They are in there upset. I think you leaving to talk business didn’t look good, but I have a feeling there’s more.”

“The night has barely started, what more could have happened?“ Lucius looked around for a moment. “Can you use leglimency on one of them?”

“Neither one of them are stupid enough to not notice when someone is trying to sneak into their mind. If they knew I attempted that, they’d hex my bullocks off and you know it.” Lucius had to agree with him.

“Alright….well, the evening has barely started, let’s see if we can salvage it.” They walked back into the box and shut the curtains.

“Please forgive me for that little interruption, it won’t happen again.” Lucius sat and handed one of the flutes to Ginny. They each raised their glasses in a toast to nothing in particular. While three of them took a sip, Ginny downed hers until it was gone and set the flute on the table before them.

Lucius and Severus shared an expression of disbelief, but Hermione wore a sad face. Ginny rarely drank but when she took a whole glass the way she did, it was proof that her feelings were hurt badly. She was so worried that she wasn’t worthy to be with him and he was showing that she wasn’t. Hermione had a feeling three maybe four people knew she was here with him, but that was because they had been seen, not because they had been introduced. Hurrying them into the box to Ginny meant that he didn’t want to be caught with her by one of his colleagues.

Hermione laced her fingers and held them in her lap, equally upset. It was her idea to go on this date, and Ginny was suffering for it. She set her glass down and watched the stage. She looked over at Severus when she felt his hand take hers. She gaze him a small smile, but the look on his face showed that he knew she was less then joyful. She let him hold her hand as she looked back at the stage.

“Who’s performing in this ballet?” Ginny asked.

Lucius chuckled. “It’s actually a amplified pensieve.” Ginny looked over at him with a pointed look. Ginny had just as much pride as her brothers and to be laughed at when she didn’t understand sophistication was an insult she felt deeply. His smile dropped when he saw her face.

“A witch or wizard saw the ballet previously,” Hermione jumped in drawing her attention away from Lucius, “the pensive is then charmed to fill the stage.”

Ginny nodded. “Thank you Hermione.”

Lucius looked away. She didn’t know how this worked and he ridiculed her for it. He looked over at her. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap, watching the stage as the set came into view. He draped an arm around the back of her seat, but she didn’t move. He wanted to hold her hand but he knew she wouldn’t let him.

“Ginny is upset isn’t she?” Severus whispered in her ear. Hermione looked at him and just nodded with a sad face. He gave her hand a light squeeze as they watched the dancers come on the stage in the opening act.

“Who is that?” Ginny asked.

“Rudolf Nureyev.” Hermione answered.

“And Swan Lake is by who?” She asked.

“Tchaikovsky.” She said. Ginny nodded and focused on the ballet. She had never been to the ballet and her delight was overshadowing her sadness. She was fascinated by the magnificence.

“That was so beautiful.” She said during the intermission.

“I agree, the costumes were phenomenal and the set, oh my goodness.” Hermione allowed herself to bask in the over the top performance.

“Ladies, lets go down to the common area to stretch our legs shall we?” Severus suggested.

They walked arm in arm to the lounge area, set up with several bars. “Me and Ginny are going to take a trip to the ladies, we’ll be right back.”

As the ladies left, Lucius turned to Severus. “Did you see that look she gave me?”

“You laughed at her Lucius.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have.” She shook his head. “Maybe the good mood she’s in will carry over to the second half.”

“Malfoy.” He turned and smiled at the face he saw.

“Mr. Claybourne. How are you man?” Lucius shook his hand, followed by Snape.

“Fine, just fine, this is Mrs. Belfridge.” He said gesturing to the elegant blonde on his arm.

“A delight madam.” Lucius said, forming his own opinion of the painted woman. She was wrapped up in a tight gown that was barely containing her breasts.

Hermione and Ginny approached and stood beside their respective escorts. Ginny waited for an introduction but she waited in vain. “Lucius, what do you think of these flowers. Prime Brazilian bloomed roses.” Claybourne was always one to brag.

“They are lovely indeed.” He commented.

“Well every lady of quality deserves flowers.” Mrs. Belfridge said, with a smile to Ginny. Lucius followed the woman’s glare to Ginny. He hadn’t gotten her flowers, and now this idiot blonde pointed it out, along with a sharp insult.

Claybourne saw what had happened and quickly decided to cut in. “Well Lucius, I’ll be in touch, excuse us.” As he walked her away he gave Lucius and apologetic look, which the blonde man understood. He gave Claybourne a slight nod.

As they walked back to the box for the second half of the ballet, Lucius noticed that every woman in attendance has flowers. Every women with the exception of the two ladies they were with.

Lucius had no idea how to correct the hole he had sunk into. If he got her flowers now, then it would mean nothing. He couldn’t take back Mrs. Belfridge’s comments, but on the other hand he didn’t know what he could do to make her feel better. He also had a feeling he had fouled up other things as well, but he had no idea what.

Lucius hadn’t been on a date since he was courting his wife. He was out of date with what was expected now. He had to figure out how to get himself out of this mess. He would have to make dinner especially good if he was going to save face. With that comment from Claybourne’s date, Ginny most likely assumed he didn’t think her worth the effort, he had to pull out everything he knew to fix this.
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