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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 Two- First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

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The time flew by for Severus and Hermione, each of them was shocked by how much they were enjoying the others company. Of course they didn’t know each other’s true identity. Rose and Xavier as it were, had settled into an evening of companionship complete with fine wine and good conversation.

As it happened Severus was very surprised by his evening’s turn of event. He could say hand on heart that he was enjoying ‘Rose’s’ company. A woman, he may or may not have already met, though he found it more than likely that he had already knew his female companion, and yet how could he let someone like her go? If he had already met her why would he let her go? He wouldn’t, would be the answer, and yet he probably had.

Severus noticed that ‘Rose’ had several qualities and traits that he recognised, she also possessed several qualities that he found desirable in a woman, though he’d never met a woman who would have anyone of those things, let alone all of them, until now that was. ‘Rose’ he thought was highly intelligent, witty and could appreciate class, something many believed they had and yet they didn’t. Severus thought that the Malfoy’s were an exceptional example of those kind of people, sure they had money, but they threw it around like they owned the place, their respect was from the fear of others, and their ideas of class came from this, and looking down on others. It irritated Severus to no end.

But ‘Rose’ no she was something else. As it stood Severus could feel himself becoming attracted to her. Which posed a problem. Things couldn’t be that simple could they? It was highly unlikely that Albus would simply set him up with the woman of his dreams, without some problem to get in the way. So what was wrong with her? If it was the way she looked he could cope with that he’d much prefer a woman with brains and intelligence than some bimbo pretty chit of a witch. But then the question could also be what was wrong with him? What was the threat to the contentment he had established with his mystery woman?

Because there had to be something, this was all too easy.

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As it stood Hermione was having similar thoughts. She couldn’t recall a time when she had enjoyed herself this much with Draco, apart from maybe when they were having sex, but to be fair even that was just satisfactory. And yet he was the Hogwart’s Sex God. What was wrong with her, if the sex was just satisfactory? Nothing she mused, nothing was wrong with her, it had been fantastic in the beginning or so she thought, but she didn’t exactly have tonnes of experience in which to compare it to.

But sitting there talking to ‘Xavier’ she finally felt like she was someone’s equal. She was no prize trophy of a girlfriend, expected to act and look a certain way, and she wasn’t the Gryffindor Know-it-all, Brightest witch of her Generation, she was simply just a young woman. She liked not being someone with whom no stigma was attached. But how long would that last? Until the end of the meal she suspected.

Still as much as she was enjoying ‘Xavier’s’ company, Hermione felt bad, this was a date and she had a boyfriend. It wasn’t right; she didn’t want to lie to ‘Xavier’. He was such a nice man, as far as she could tell, and from what little time she had spent with him she had come to respect him; his intelligence and dry sense of humour, that came across in the form of sarcasm. That reminded her of someone.

Either way the bottom line was that she respected him too much to lie to him about her relationship status. Though he never asked, perhaps he just assumed she was single; after all they were on a date, and who usually went on a date if they were in a relationship?

It was final she had to tell him.

******

“The chemical imbalance when adding crushed lavender seeds and bihorn powder can be devastating, but I’m sure you already knew that.” Severus finished, he’d noticed that ‘Rose’ had considerably quietened down, if he knew anything about the woman opposite him, she was well spoken and had strong opinions, and now she was quiet? Something wasn’t right.

“Is everything okay, Rose?” Severus asked, the concern he felt being conveyed through his potion altered voice.

“Hmm?” was the response he got, she obviously hadn’t been listening to him, he fought with his self to not slip back into his professor alter ego, if she were a student he would seriously reprimand them, take house points and snarl at the student, scaring them within an inch of their life, but this wasn’t one of his student.

“Rose, I asked if you were okay, you’ve gone incredibly quiet and its quite disconcerting.” He said resting his long slender hands on the table.

He had no idea what was wrong with her, but he most certainly hadn’t expected the outburst she replied with.

“Xavier, how long have you known Albus?” Hermione asked, her voice seemed far away as if she were lost in thought.

“27 years I would say, why do you ask?” Severus replied, his eyebrows furrowed at her question and the fact that he had inadvertently revealed that he wasn’t as young as his female companion might have hoped, but then again he didn’t know how old ‘Rose’ was, she acted quite mature though.

“In that time would you say you knew him well?” Hermione asked again.

“Well yes I would say so, more than others I would say.”

“So therefore you will know that his schemes usually have a hidden agenda, usually something he wants to happen, something that he feels he has to meddle in, in order to get that outcome.”

Severus was silent for a moment contemplating ‘Rose’s’ words.

“What is this about Rose, what are you trying to say exactly?” Severus replied, his long fingers poised at his temples as he massaged away at them absentmindedly, females were incredibly confusing, he mused.

“Well you see this blind date think was quite a shock for me…” Hermione started.

“As it was for me” Severus conferred.

“More so myself, you see here I am on a date with you…” she paused “You’re going to think I’m a horrible person.”

Severus laughed darkly with his past she would in no way classed as a horrible person.

“I doubt that Rose, but what is it?”

Hermione was soundless for a moment as she attempted to find the courage to say what she felt she had to say.

“You see, as Albus is already aware… I’m already in a relationship.”

Instantly Severus’ inner questions had been answered she was already in a relationship, what the hell was Albus thinking, pairing him off with some other wizard’s witch.

‘But there has to be a reason for it!’ Came the voice in his head. She already said that Albus always has his reasons. So what did this mean?

“I’m so sorry Xavier; I just thought you should know.” Hermione said meekly.

“Indeed” Severus drawled.

The silence passed between them creating an uneasy environment in their private space, each of them lost in their own thought.

“He’s a lucky wizard.” Severus blurted out suddenly startling Hermione as well as himself; he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Hermione gave a bitter laugh at this, “I wish someone would tell him that.” She said reaching for her glass of wine.

“I should hope, if the man had any common sense he would know that already.” Severus said he was perplexed at the bitterness in his companion’s voice.

“You know I used to think he was intelligent and cultured and yet sitting here with you I realise how little he is of either of those things. And you see he finds it much more interesting reminding me how lucky I am to have him, that how lucky he is.” She said snorting into her wine glass.

“How lucky you are?” Severus asked in disbelief.

“Yes” Hermione replied simply taking a sip of her wine before continuing “He still reminds me why he chose me, do you know he still tells me how everything I do reflects on him, as if the things I do will ruin his reputation. So he wants me to be the good little trophy girlfriend and do as he says.”

Severus growled how a woman with such potential could be wasted on a man who couldn’t appreciate all the qualities she had pissed him off. What was worse was that this woman was incredibly intelligent and academic and as a professor he could not stand by and watch as a woman with such hope was paraded around like a monkey. He simply wouldn’t allow it.

“Rose, Might I ask you a personal question, I apologise if it crosses the line, but why do you remain with him? He obviously doesn’t appreciate you and you are too clever to be wasted as some mindless Barbie doll.” He said earnestly.

Hermione nearly choked on the muggle reference to Barbie’s, because in all honesty that comment was incredibly close to home. In some aspects Hermione had wondered on several occasions why Draco hadn’t chosen one of the classically beautiful students at Hogwarts, Merlin knows there were many, but instead he had insisted on her having a makeover, done by none other than Lavender Brown.

“In all honesty, I do not believe I have an answer to that question, the recent months I have noticed several things about our relationship and they do not make me entirely happy.” She confided.

Severus nodded “Do enjoy being treated the way you do? Does he treat you well?” he asked genuinely.

Hermione frowned “He treats me well, but he is entirely too materialistic, he thinks that money is the answer to everything, but I suppose that is the way he was brought up. My family are wealthy themselves but I have always preferred objects with sentimental meanings, something personal, he doesn’t understand this. He believes that I’m being ungrateful and that no girlfriend of his should be like that.” She said eerily, Severus could tell she was in her own thoughts.

“He’s never hurt me. But I just hate the way he tells me what to do, wear, who I should talk to, its entirely different to what I wanted from a relationship.” She said, the sadness reflected in her voice.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Rose. You are entirely too good for him, and from what I understand he is trying to control you because he is threatened by you, and so he should. You are by far refreshing in your opinions and humour, you have a staggering amount of knowledge and he knows you deserve better. And you should, have better I mean.” Severus concluded.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as each of the considered the words that had been spoken. Hermione thinking about the nature of her relationship with Draco and realise how unhappy she had become. Whilst Severus considered the meaning behind his words, he had meant it when he said ‘Rose’ deserved better, but deep down if he admitted it, he hoped that he was the option classed as better.

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Minerva and Albus sat smiling on the dais in the grand hall, the ‘blind’ dates were a success and no more so than the one of his finest students and his potions master.

The two professors sat staring into the crystal globe that they had temporarily borrowed from professor Trelawney. They had charmed it so that it showed them the inside of the private setting reserved for Severus and Hermione, and with charming it, it allowed them to watch the date unfold, or in Albus’ case it allowed him to meddle even more.

“I do believe it is time for the next stage of my plan, dearest.” Albus said squeezing Minerva’s hand.

Minerva looked at Albus intently “Exactly how many stages are there to your plan Albus?” she asked in her Scottish accent.

Albus smiled wistfully “Only three, my dear. Now pay attention.”

With that he waved his hand over the crystal ball and resumed his observation of the unexpected couple.

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The room had been silent after the unexpected conversation with the exception of their breathing when the sound of a piano playing filled the room. The melody was soft and gentle in the intimacy of the space.

Hermione was unsure of the reasons behind the music but put it down to Dumbledore, so she sat and appreciated the sound of the tinkling ivory keys of the piano.

Severus was in a similar position, he too did not know how to proceed, but as it stood as a wizard from an aristocratic family it was traditional to ask your date to dance, which is what he did.

“Rose, might I have the pleasure of this dance?” he asked as he stood and bowed before the black hazy void of his date.

Hermione giggled, from nerves or excitement she wasn’t sure, she could still smell the intoxicating scent that still elicited a response from her body that should be entirely reserved for Draco, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“I would be honoured.” She said standing from her seat, she could see that ‘Xavier’ had proffered her his hand from the dark spot near her; she took his hand as he guided her to the small space away from their table.

To say it was easy getting into a respectable position to dance would be an understatement, as neither could see where their hands were touch. Hermione had tried to raise her hand to rest on Severus’ shoulder but instead her hand had gently stroked against his cheek before she settled in resting her hand upon his chest. She could feel the firm muscle underneath her hand and focused intently on maintaining her breathing.

Severus was having just as much trouble, in an attempt to find Hermione’s hip he had inadvertently stroked the side of her breast, which had elicited a sigh from his companion. That sigh had gone straight to his nether regions, bringing him closer to the conclusion that he was definitely attracted to his mystery woman.

When they had both found each other to dance, they found themselves gravitating towards each other as each key of the piano sounded. It was like some unseen force was pushing them together, which in some way it was. Now they were so close that Hermione decided to rest her head on his chest, she could feel Severus’ breath tickling her hair and neck, and it only added to the surrealistic nature of the evening. Hermione had never felt as safe as she did now, it was a strange sensation that she would find comfort and security in the arms of a man she barely knew, and yet here she was, being held close by a man she didn’t know, and she wanted to stay there. She wanted to stay in his arms and keep the contentment she felt.

Severus too was content, he could feel Hermione’s head on his chest, and she would no doubt be able to hear how quick his heartbeat was beating just by that one movement. Their proximity was definitely desirable to him, he had never felt this way, was it happiness, arousal, intimacy, what? He didn’t know, he just knew he liked it. And suddenly it didn’t matter that his ‘Rose’ had a partner, but it did matter than she wasn’t appreciated and he wanted to show her that she was, and so without thinking it through, his hand found her chin and tipped it up just as he bent down and kissed her lips.

Hermione was shocked to say the least, and yet she didn’t push him away. The kiss was brief and soft, but it was an amazing feeling. When their lips parted, although only momentarily Hermione felt at a loss, everything had felt perfect in just one kiss and then it was gone, taken away from her. She had to feel it again, she needn’t have worried, as Severus’ lips met hers again, this time she responded eagerly, she could taste the wine, the food and him. He tasted so sweet, it was like her own private delicacy and she wanted more. Her eyes were closed tightly as she attempted to saviour the moment, and his taste.

In fact both of their eyes were shut that neither noticed that a third person had entered the private cocoon

“Well isn’t this cozy!” came the guest.

Hermione and Severus instantly recoiled away from each other at the voice. Jumping apart from each other.

Unfortunately it was in that moment that Severus and Hermione would consider their bad fortune as not only had someone walked in on their moment, but that the potion had also worn off.

Hermione was the first to rectify her sight and acknowledge ‘Xavier’s’ true identity.

“Professor Snape!” she exclaimed, her hand covering her mouth, she could feel the puffiness of her lips, a reminder that she had just indeed being kissing her professor.

Severus was instantly started by that voice, the voice he would recognise anywhere.

“Miss Granger” Severus said, instantly switching by to his usual snarky persona.

The third person stood there observing the couple with unadulterated hatred, he surveyed the room before he spoke.

“And I’m Draco. Now explain why you were kissing my girlfriend.” He said pointing his wand at Severus.

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A/N:

So for anyone interested this is the music I have them dancing to it’s by a guy called Jervy Hou

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRvhQ5Rf6-U&feature=fvwrel

A big thank you to everyone for being so patient, come Tuesday and I will be officially free from uni assignments, Yey.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I love reading them.

Hardygirl133: Hope this answers your question; I wanted to add conversation, but show what they were thinking at the same time.

MadamDragon: I’m glad you like it; it makes me really happy to know that.

HarryGinny4eva: Ass much as I love Draco I can imagine him being an ass when it comes to this kind of thing, I still love him as my other stories will indicate. I’m so glad you like it.

Weeping_Angel: Thank you so much

Onecelestialbeing: I’m glad you enjoy it, interesting fact for you, I despise wine, but I’m glad it made you want one, means my description wasn’t so off

I hope this chapter didn’t confuse any of you, let me know if it did.

Love as always D xx
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