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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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A/N: Thank you to those that read and reviewed the first two chapters of this story so far. I know I am writing rather slowly right now, but it should hopefully speed up now that I have replaced faulty tech, recovered and re-written lost work etc. (blech). Anyway, here is chapter 3 As stated before, the characters do not belong to me; they are the product of the inimitable J.K. Rowling, and I am merely manipulating them to fill my own imaginings. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it - please review and let me know what you think... :)
A/N #2 (2 days after posting original chapter) - I edited some of the grammar and added in a paragraph in the bathtub. I feel it flows better now :) And that means I can start the next chapter tonight! hehe
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“Blast it Ginny! This is the sixth owl to arrive for you in the last 40 minutes! What is going on? Our office looks more like an owlry than a place of business!” Hermione shooed the latest owl arrival over to Ginny’s desk and tried to settle back to work. Truth be told, there wasn’t much for her to do – everything was running smoothly and until she figured out her next project, she was at a loss with too much time on her hands.
Ginny mumbled in Hermione’s general direction as she scanned the parchment offered up by the brown postal owl. She tried to keep the grin off her face as she quickly scrawled a response and secured it to the bird’s leg. She offered the softly hooting bird a treat and stood from her desk.
As she walked casually across the office, Hermione watched her with trepidation. She KNEW her friend was up to something, and it had her so worried she wasn’t sleeping! Ginny’s eyes sparkled – it was obvious that she was absolutely loving whatever was going on here. “Hmmmm,” Hermione thought to herself as Ginny made a show of filing her work and stretching her arms above her head, “if I had known she would respond this well to a work-related challenge I would have pushed harder back when we started the Spa.”
The two friends had come up with the idea for the Spa one day at lunch, shortly after Ginny and Harry had married. Ginny was on rest from her Quidditch team, The Hollyhead Harpies, due to a mandatory newly-wed leave of absence. The Ministry had decreed (and the Minister for Sports and Recreation had quickly acquiesced) that all magical marriages would see the partners taking a 6 month hiatus from any responsibilities in order to cement new relationships and hopefully lead to the re-population of the wizarding world. Of course, this didn’t seem to apply to the boy-who-lived (twice) and so Ginny was more often than not home alone or pestering Hermione to take another extended lunch.
Hermione despised her mundane Ministry job, which was really more for show than a chance to learn and grow and Hermione found herself more and more agitated watching the days and weeks slipping by into months without her ever having the opportunity to make a real difference.
Hermione had jokingly suggested the two of them go away for two days to a Muggle Spa in a tiny muggle town as “market research” and Ginny had leapt at the chance! Over their two day stay the friends had made plans and drawn up ideas. Ginny had assumed it would all fade away once they were home, but Hermione had thrown herself into research in the Ministry library, which to her was the sole redeeming feature of her staid job – unlimited access to the library – and she had quickly pulled together a business plan and financial backing from her own savings and Harry’s still mostly untouched wealth. She had thrown herself headlong into it – seeing a chance to escape the Ministry and had not really given Ginny a chance to do much aside from being the public face of the business. But now, now Ginny was really into this idea of finding a new avenue for their business. And Hermione was, despite her growing trepidation, most impressed with her friend’s determination, planning and total focus.
Ginny watched Hermione with narrowed eyes, trying ever so hard to hide the grin that kept creeping across her features. She knew her friend was worried. She knew Hermione had NO IDEA of what was really going on here and much to her surprise, she was actually really quite enjoying the dual-challenges of work and trying to outsmart the two most brilliant minds of the modern-day wizarding world.
Ginny cleared her throat, shaking Hermione from her musings. She stood opposite her desk, offering her a tiny vial. “What’s this then?” Hermione asked, most curious to get any glimpse of a clue that may help her figure out her friend’s motives.
Ginny smiled softly, “I am ready to tell you a part of my idea.” She showed Hermione the vial again. “This is a small sample of our anti-ageing serum. It has been modified to be used as a night cream at home. Now every witch who comes in for our anti-ageing skin rejuvenation treatment can purchase this, along with an entire skin care routine, to use at home. And of course, can place orders for replacements via owl or come in and collect the next time she has a treatment booked with us.”
Hermione stared up at Ginny, highly impressed with the brilliance of the idea.
Ginny continued, “We will have our own branding on each of the bottles – selling them as individual products and as a variety of treatment sets, gift packs and recovery packs for any witches injured in magical accidents. Each of these avenues will have their own marketing plans and slightly different packaging as it would appeal to the target markets.” She paused for effect and then spoke again. “We will enable every witch, even those that cannot afford our services, to care for themselves right at home!”
As the silence grew, Ginny fidgeted, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
Hermione finally spoke as she jumped up and flung her arms around Ginny over the desk, “Gin this is absolutely amazing! It really is an incredible idea! I can’t wait to see all of your ideas and plans…” She stopped short, realising that Ginny was still too excited to have shared all of it.
“Spill it Gin!” she said. “What else are you hiding from me?”
Ginny tried to maintain eye contact and a straight face at the same time trying to seem totally casual. “Well,” she drawled, “There are a few other ideas up my sleeves that I am not willing to divulge just yet. Suffice it to say that we are going to have to plan a big launch for these new products… We need to invite all our customers, all our friends, everyone we know. Our new genius potioneer. And the press.”
She waited with her breath held. Ginny knew that Hermione despised being the poster girl of the Golden Trio and that included the constant press attention. She herself was getting more used to the constant barrage that came from marrying Harry and was not above exploiting that in order to make a success of both her plans. She hoped that the press detail would help Hermione overlook the casual reference to the man who was so pivotal to her main agenda.
Hermione sat back down in her chair and fixed her stare on Ginny. “And just exactly when do I get to meet this “genius potioneer” of yours?” she asked, the mistrust evident in the way she mimicked Ginny’s expression. “Soon,” Ginny waved her hands vaguely and skilfully brought the topic back around to the point at hand, “So what do you think about having the press covering our launch event?”
She watched as Hermione leaned her head back against her comfortable office chair and closed her eyes, the late afternoon sun streaming through the window and lighting up her features in Griffindor Gold as if for a photo shoot. “Yes. I suppose so,” Hermione sighed, “I guess we need to showcase the brilliance of your ideas. Perhaps we should combine it with our first anniversary and just have a huge ball.” She spoke largely in jest with a heavy dose of sarcasm thrown in for good measure, but Ginny cheerfully ignored that and leapt at the opportunity presented, “Ooooh yes! What an amazing idea! I wonder if we can book the Weird Sisters…” And muttering to herself she hurried off – managing to keep the sly grin to herself.
Yet again she had thrown Hermione totally off the scent.
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The following day found Hermione alone in the office daydreaming – Ginny was late back from lunch at home with Harry and she did NOT want to know any of the details. Although it was hard not to be envious of their obviously over-enthusiastic relationship. She found her mind wondering to ways to try fill the upcoming weekend – she knew that Harry had planned a surprise mini-break to Hogsmeade for Ginny which meant no girl bonding time, and for once she was not in the mood to take work home. “Perhaps I can go past that lovely little book shop that just opened up on my way home from work, the one opposite the Apothecary,” she mused. “Perhaps I should pop in there too and get some new ingredients to continue my work on the hair calming draught I started before we opened here… Yes that should keep me busy for the weekend.”
She was just penning her list of weekend activities when the voice floo activated with a caller for Ginny. “She’s not here right now, may I assist you sir?” Hermione enquired ever so politely. After a moment of silence a quiet, strangely familiar voice filled the room, “Yes please do tell Mrs Potter that I have had a breakthrough on Project X,”his voice seemed to spill directly over her, causing a pleasurable shudder to course through her body. “I know I said I would owl her but this is quite impressive and I know she wanted the news immediately.”
The information intrigued Hermione, “Yes, thank you I shall pass your message on.. Mr???” But alas! Her fishing expedition was in vain. “Thank you. She can contact me our usual way.” And the connection ended abruptly.
Later after the spa was closed and locked for the weekend, Hermione found herself back at home with her new books, potions ingredients, her favourite Chocolate Ice Cream and an entire weekend to fill with nothing whatsoever.
She put away her purchases and headed for the bathroom - perhaps a relaxing bath would take her mind off the voice of the mysterious caller earlier – she just couldn’t place it, and yet it was so familiar. And strangely arousing. Since the call, her body had been on high alert. She was sure that the assistant at the book store had been staring at her breasts; she had felt them poking through her blouse, eventually starting to ache.
As she soaked under the vanilla scented bubbles, she realised she was irritable and mildly annoyed. As she soaked under the vanilla scented bubbles, she realised she was irritable and mildly annoyed. She was not used to being the last one to know what was going on around her and since she was certain that Ginny was up to something more than just business, Hermione found herself returning to the determination she had relied on all through her Hogwarts years to figure out the many mysteries on her adventures with Ron and Harry. Except – no library in existence would be able to shed light on the possibilities of her friend’s plan. Or on who that delicious voice belonged to. As she tried to run through everyone she could possibly match the voice to she found herself constantly distracted by her body’s insistent thrumming in response to the replay of their brief conversation earlier.
Closing her eyes, all she could imagine was that voice enveloping her in its satiny warmth, whispering instructions into her ear to move her hand further down under the water. Using both hands she cupped her breasts now slippery with the oily bubbles. Lightly pinching and tugging on her rosy nipples she moaned softly, imagining Mr. Mysterious behind her, his breath feathering over the sensitive skin at her neck as he watched her touching herself. Her right hand slipped further down, caressing the wet skin of her still firm stomach, then disappearing under the water to run through the light tangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. “Ahh that voice,” she murmured, imagining his fingers pushing hers out of the way to tease her tight bud repeatedly before finally, eventually slipping inside her. “So good,” she mumbled, totally lost to her faceless fantasy man, his left hand running over her hip as its partner slowly pushed in and pulled out of her hot passage, his breath on her stomach now as he added a second finger ever so slowly. Taunting with the promise of delight in his slow deliberate motions, feather light kisses raining down over her stomach and hips. Hermione’s breathing deepened, her head thrown back against the side of the bath as she gave herself over to the imagined sounds of his gravelly voice covering her in waves of pleasure as she came undone around her own fingers.
A few hours later Hermione slipped between the cool blue cotton sheets of her cosy bed and tried again to picture him as he looked up at her from between her thighs in the bath earlier, then slipped away into the deepest sleep she had experienced in a long time.
Meanwhile across town, Mr Mysterious sat in the armchair in his personal library musing at his earlier conversation. Why was that voice so familiar to him? Perhaps he had taught her too while at the school – so many dunderheads had passed through there during his tenure. As he slowly sipped a glass of his favoured Honey Meade he wondered if it was a secretary or assistant. Running through the various classmates of Ginny’s year at Hogwarts, he dismissed each of them rapidly – none fitted the confidently sexy voice profile he had heard earlier. Perhaps it was her Business Partner – the one no one seemed to know anything about, despite his best enquiries.
As his drink emptied he admitted to himself that he was intrigued by the idea of this apparently brilliant partner before, but now, after hearing her voice he was determined to figure out who she was. He sat tapping his thin lips with a sensual finger, inky black hair falling around his face as he sat musing over his week’s work and constantly finding himself distracted by the memory of her voice… That voice was just so familiar…
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