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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
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Hermione looked at herself in the full-length mirror wishing she had the aid of Lucius' house elf, Tinny. The amazing little helper had done wonders for her on New Year's Eve and Hermione didn't think she had ever looked as beautiful as she did that night.
Tonight's event, The Ministry of Magic's Annual Remembrance Ball, was no longer an event Hermione was particularly eager to attend. It was a gathering to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort and, more importantly, a night to honor the fallen. The first few Balls had been exciting, but that was when the formal occasion had been truer to its purpose. People came together and shared memories as well as laughter and tears. They made plans and promises for a better future. As the years passed, so did the authenticity of the Ball. It seemed like every year it became less about remembrance and more of a who's who social for the wealthy and influential. Despite her complaints, she had no choice but to attend according to Harry. It was her civic duty being not only one of the Golden Trio, but also one of the Order of Merlin, First Class recipients.
Tonight, would be very different from prior years for many reasons. She would have the elusive Severus Snape on her arm for one thing. For another, she would likely socialize with the Malfoy men which had certainly never happened before at the Ball. Sure, she had said hello to Lucius in passing, but they were no more than acquaintances. Draco, she had pretty much avoided like the plague.
Now, Draco was one of her best friends and even though she had barely laid eyes on Lucius since their contract ended, she still counted him as one of her closest friends. They simply needed time apart to establish new parameters and grow comfortable within that confinement.
It would be fun to see them, and she hoped she and Lucius could fall back on the ease of the friendship they had enjoyed until only recently, even if only for the night. She was missing him terribly.
Severus had only attended the event one time before and had left almost as soon as he had entered. It had been last year, and while Lucius had somehow convinced Snape to attend, he had not been able to persuade the stubborn man to stay. Hermione remembered she had seen her old professor standing off to the side of the room and had been working up the nerve to approach him for the simple purpose of thanking him, but he had left before she had a chance. It occurred to her in this moment that, not only had she still never expressed her appreciation for all he had done, they really hadn't ever talked about the war. Thinking about it further, it struck her as odd the subject had never come up. With the exception of discussing her parents, that is.
Swallowing the flash of sadness that overcame her whenever she thought about her folks, she forced her mind back to the present and focused on her dress. With a wave of her wand, the final piece of her wardrobe hovered over. Slipping on the cape, she stifled a laugh as Edna Mode's voice reprimanded, 'No capes' in her head. The Incredibles would have to be added to Draco's movie education.
Peeking down at her strappy silver, three and a half inch heels, she cast a comfort and balance charm on the death traps before taking a step back from the mirror and determining she was essentially ready. Her gown was black silk and fitted through the chest, waist and hips before draping to the floor where it pooled very slightly. There was a slit up the left leg that reached her mid-thigh. It wasn't obvious, but she merely had to tilt her leg to the side to have it peep through the fabric.
The top three inches of the neck line were lace and came to just below her collar bone. The arms were sleeveless, and the back dipped to just above the swell of her bum leaving her bare skin exposed. The matching cape covered the daring back and had the same three inches of lace at the top capping the smooth silk that draped down her arms, her sides, and her back to the floor.
It was far sexier than dresses she had worn in the past. This time she was coming out of her shell and felt a confidence she had never held before. She would no longer wear gowns that concealed her figure. She would venture away from the cliché of Gryffindor red or gold and choose colors that flattered her and made her feel beautiful. Tonight, she was on Severus Snape's arm and she would wear midnight black. Let the tongues wag, she couldn't wait to stand proud next to her man.
Not having any talent for intricate updos, she charmed her hair into soft waves that draped sleekly to her mid back. For a touch of flair, she spelled a few silver ribbons into her strands to fall alongside her chestnut locks.
Dabbing her red lipstick, she couldn't help but wonder if Lucius would be bringing a date. This was an event he would have categorized as tedious she was sure, and he told her he often attended such gatherings alone. She couldn't remember if he had brought a companion in years past and found herself wondering what it would be like to attend an event like this as his date. In truth, even if she was still contracted to him, he would not likely have brought her. It was not a work dinner where he could claim she was simply an associate. Instead, he would dictate what she wore and would likely keep her close but not too close. He would probably sneak off with her and fuck her hard and fast in a closet somewhere.
Suddenly feeling warm and aroused, Hermione scolded herself. Stop it, Hermione. Why are you thinking about Lucius right now?!
Severus immediately came to mind and a different but equally arousing heat crept through her gut. Realizing he would be arriving any minute, she felt the nervous fluttering of butterflies. The fact the taciturn man was even going was a testament to his feelings for her. When Snape had impulsively invited her to attend with him that day in the dressing room, he seemed to regret his decision later and had suggested they stay home instead. When she responded that she felt obligated to attend, he had scoffed and said they didn't owe anyone anything.
Hermione had played her cards perfectly. She had simply quipped that it was fine. She had not been at a loss for dancing partners in years past when she had attended solo and that she was certain she would not be shy of male companionship this year either. This had caused him to huff and pout before begrudgingly giving in. He had made it abundantly clear that she was the only reason he was going. He would not have her attending on her own where men would see her as available. She was his and since he couldn't lift his leg and mark her, he would simply have to go to the blasted Ball.
She grabbed her extension charmed black beaded dress bag which contained her necessities; a change of clothes, a few toiletries, enough Galleons to live off for a month, her wand, her muggle passport, a few books, Fabio, and her protean charmed DA coin which was still linked to Harry and Ron's. She would never be unprepared for any emergency if she could help it.
This year's Ministry Ball was located in a special charmed wing of the historic Leeds Castle. Large stone hearths provided the needed floo access for travel. Invitee's fireplaces had been connected to the castle's floo network just for the event. This meant that Hermione and Snape could arrive directly from her living room. Despite the arrangement, the ornery man that was her date had still proceeded to grumble about the inconvenience of it all from the moment he arrived at her apartment.
As she finished the final touches of her make-up, she could hear him snarling under his breath from the other room about stupid ministry bureaucrats, waste of taxpayer galleons, gutter worthy firewhisky, and then something ridiculous about poncey ponces poncing around in poncey robes.
"You don't have to come with me you know," she finally snapped in exasperation.
"Not bloody likely," he barked back. His eyes danced up and down her gown roguishly. "If you think I'm letting you out of my sight for even a minute you're quite mistaken."
Sighing, she walked over to him and straightened the lapels of his robes. After a second, she looked up at him playfully. "How about we make it fun?"
"How?" he asked doubtfully.
"Well," she continued as she peeked up at him flirtatiously, "choose a word. Every time someone says the word to us tonight counts towards the final tally."
"And just what do we do with this illustrious number?"
Hermione laughed. "I don't know, help me out here." She thought for a minute. "How about it represents how many strawberries with cream I hand feed you at a time of your choosing."
Snape's arms snaked around her, his voice suddenly smooth and the gleam in his eyes wolfish. "The word will be 'beautiful'. The final count will represent how many spanks you get on stage, at a time of my choosing, in retaliation for making me attend this blasted event."
Hermione slapped his chest. "Hey, I never agreed to that!"
His brow cocked. "Your limits list says otherwise. And as you will be submitting to me on a regular basis, I don't see where you will have much choice in the matter."
Hermione tried to control the swell of arousal that pinged in her belly. Would she ever grow tired of being talked to in such a way? When his hand landed on her bottom with a slap that resulted in a reverberating and delicious after sting, it occurred to her how serious he was.
This was not what she intended. How did he turn this around on her? The slimy snake! "Ok, you win. Let's stay home," she proclaimed playfully as she abruptly pushed away to head back to her room.
Severus chuckled richly and reached an arm around her waist before she was more than a step away. "Oh no, Pet. We are going. After all, you're all dressed up in a beautiful gown, with beautiful hair, and beautiful shoes. You look simply…beautiful."
He kissed her temple. "Come along now. We don't want to be late."
The venue was huge, and it was a much bigger crowd than in recent years. As they made their way from the arrival foyer into the ballroom, Hermione could feel the stares of many sets of curious eyes. She imagined it was a shock for people to see Severus Snape attending. His less than thirty minute appearance the year before had probably been missed by most. He had never even received his Order of Merlin, First Class Medal because he never showed up to receive it.
As they made their way through the crowd, a swell of indignation was clawing up her chest as whispered words started to assault her ears. She made a point of ignoring them as best she could;
Hermione Granger with Severus Snape?
She was his student, you know.
Scandalous.
She could be his daughter.
There is no way a beautiful bird like that would go out with a man like him, even if he did help us win the war. She could have anyone.
But it was the last one she heard that sprung her into action.
Wonder what he's paying her?
The minute she heard the insult, she turned around and draped her arms around the man who wasn't even phased by the comments. She pressed up on her toes and planted a kiss on his mouth. He didn't respond at first, clearly surprised. When she prodded his lips with a swipe of her tongue, he deepened the snog and wrapped his arms around her. One of his hands flipped her cape to the side so that the other could grab her arse, giving it a good squeeze for all to see. The juicy display elicited a few wolf whistles, several clicks and flashes of cameras, as well as a plethora of more scandalized whispers.
When they pulled apart, she took his hand and continued moving through the crowd, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"That's one," he advised with a light laugh pointing out that someone had called her beautiful. After a minute he added, "If another insult is whispered in ear shot, perhaps I'll just hoist your dress to your waist and rut you up against the podium." After a beat he continued, "That should guarantee I'll never be invited to another one of these."
Hermione laughed but when she peeked over her shoulder at him, Severus didn't miss the spark of desire. He would have to remember that. Sex in public wasn't really his thing, but clearly the taunt held some appeal to her.
He slid up close and whispered in her ear, "Don't let the opinions of strangers bother you, love. I haven't let it trouble me since I was a teenager."
Hermione came to a stop and looked up at him, her face suddenly tight and her gaze fierce. "You are a war hero, Severus. As far as I'm concerned, you are the biggest hero of them all. Without you being a spy, we would have never defeated Voldemort. Without you delivering Gryffindor's sword, the locket and other horcruxes wouldn't have been destroyed. Without you protecting the students, Neville, Ginny, and countless others might not have survived that year." She took his hand and began to walk again, or stomp more like it, he mused, trying not to laugh. "So, I'll hear no more of that self-derogatory dismissal," she added as she scanned the crowd.
Severus would not debate with her. It wasn't a discussion he wished to continue. She was still so young and passionate about the right of things. Still the defender of the underdog. She'll be as disillusioned as you in no time.
The thought brought him up short. For all his teasing, he did not want to squash her fire or her passion for what was right in the world. He was a hardened bastard, but she was still all that was light and good.
They had only made it a couple steps when a familiar voice grabbed their attention.
"Ahh, Severus and Hermione."
Just to their right stood Lucius. Hermione beamed a smile at him which froze like dried plaster when she spotted the woman at his side.
Lucius shook Severus' hand and then leaned forward, planting a chaste kiss on Hermione's cheek. His voice was warm, "You look beautiful, Hermione."
Severus gave her a lop-sided grin. "Yes, she does. I think she's likely to hear that word a lot tonight."
Hermione's heart was pounding, her thoughts too focused on the raven-haired beauty on Lucius' arm to pick up on Severus' tease.
Lucius' voice became a touch formal. "Juliette, these are my friends Severus Snape and Hermione Granger." He gestured to his date. "Hermione and Severus, this is Juliette Amirault, the French Minister of Magic."
Hermione's mouth went dry as she watched Lucius' hand rest upon the witch's lower back. He suddenly had that typical Malfoy sneer that Hermione had not seen in a very long time.
Hermione tried to control her jealousy. The French Minister of Magic? She realized she shouldn't have been surprised. Wasn't this right up Lucius' alley?
Hermione tried to get a good, inconspicuous look. Juliette was stunning. The witch was tall with piercing blue eyes and sleek, jet black hair that was thick and fell luxuriously past her shoulders. She wore a simple, red-silk, floor length dress with capped sleeves that was neither too sexy or too ordinary. She had a gorgeous smile with perfect teeth that were accentuated by ruby red lips and minimal makeup.
Yeah, you can run the Ministry of a country, but can you take his flogger? She felt a moment of smugness that quickly evaporated when she noticed the trace of a red threaded pattern that was stitched throughout Lucius' robes. The thought that the couple had dressed in coordination with each other caused Hermione's simmering jealousy to come to a rapid boil. It almost left her breathless as the fake smile remained glued on her face.
Fortunately, Severus wasn't fazed and greeted the witch with all the politeness and pomp the woman was certainly accustomed to. After a moment, Hermione snapped out of her shock and greeted Juliette warmly, if not verbosely. She self-scolded, Get it together, Hermione. Be happy for Lucius!
"Hermione, you really do look beautiful," Lucius said with a haughtiness to his voice. She met his platinum eyes as she thanked him and she thought she saw a ping of regret, but it might have been her imagination as it disappeared so quickly. He glanced about the room as though he were above it all before looking back at Snape. "Severus, we shall have to keep a very close watch on our dates, lest the sky will whisk them up and place them on their rightful thrones as stars."
Hermione almost gagged at the compliment. Why was he acting like this? Why was he being so…Malfoy-esque. This was not who he was anymore. Then again, maybe this is exactly who he was, at least in public. After all, she had only been to one event with him outside of The Dungeon, and that was a work thing, not a society gathering like this one.
Unable to take anymore, Hermione tried to sound sincere despite the untruth. "It was lovely to meet you, Juliette." She said it sweetly and hoped it didn't sound saccharine. She looked up into assessing steel eyes. "Lucius, enjoy your evening." She turned to Severus and whispered before walking away, "I need the loo and then I need to find Harry."
Hermione knew she was being slightly rude with her abrupt departure, but she couldn't help it. This was terrible and she felt ill. She hated this side of Lucius and her regret at not finding Lucius her friend, but Lucius the pretentious snob, instead, left her extremely disappointed and a bit flat footed. She grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray and swallowed it down in three large gulps.
She had just made it to the ladies, when Severus caught up with her. "Hermione, are you alright?"
She turned back to him and offered what she hoped came across as genuine reassurance. "I'm fine! I just need the loo and maybe a dab of fresh air? Perhaps we could head to balcony when I come out?"
Snape nodded, his concerned look easing to one of understanding. "I hate the crowds as well. I told you we shouldn't have come."
Hermione knew he understood more than he was letting on. He had to know that seeing Lucius wouldn't be entirely easy. She doubted he understood the depths of her frustration, though. At least she hoped that was the case. It's not that she wanted to hide anything from him, it's just that she knew with time things would be much easier and she didn't want to dwell on it.
A few minutes later, Hermione's bladder was empty and her composure had returned. She dabbed some cold water on her face and then touched up her lipstick before stepping back out to Severus' side where they made their way to one of the balconies.
Hermione relaxed instantly when, upon stepping outside, they came upon Harry, Ginny, Ron and Luna. Harry had a look of surprise on his face as he hadn't believed Snape would actually come.
After the initial greetings, Harry pulled Severus aside and engaged him in what appeared to be a serious conversation as Ginny and Luna descended upon Hermione with praises about her dress. The word beautiful was said at least twice and Hermione glanced back at Severus wondering if he had heard. He didn't look at her but held up five fingers letting her know he had. Oh bother, she sighed to herself.
Luna and Ginny were both hugely pregnant and were complaining about swollen calves, indigestion, and maternity wear. Ron wrapped an arm around his wife and told her he had never seen her more lovely. In his other hand he held a plate of appetizers and the smile on his face fell into a frown when Luna picked up the last bacon wrapped scallop and popped it into her mouth. Hermione couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth for Ron when instead of voicing his disappointment, he simply scooped up the last shrimp off the plate and fed it to her as well. In Ron language, that was the ultimate testament of love.
Luna beamed at her husband. "They are about to put out those cheese puffs you love so much. Best you go grab some before they are all gone."
With that little bit of intel, Ron was off like a niffler heading for a pot of gold.
"How did you know that?" Hermione was becoming more and more convinced that Luna was growing more clairvoyant with each passing day. Or maybe it was a pregnancy thing?
Luna shrugged. "When I was in the loo, I overheard one of the organizers talking to another about how every hour, on the hour, they would be refreshing the appetizer tables." Just then, a bell rang eight times from the grounds announcing it was eight o'clock.
A few minutes later, Harry and Snape walked over to rejoin the group just as Ron arrived with a plate full of treats. Ginny and Luna began snagging the delicacies as Ron looked at Hermione and shook his head in dismay.
"I don't think I've told you how beautiful you look tonight, Mione," Harry said.
"I don't think those words could be said enough tonight, Potter," Snape added with a knowing look at his date.
Hermione internally rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Harry. You look very handsome yourself. You have your speech all ready?"
"Uh, yeah, just need to make a little adjustment."
The conversation grew quiet. "Wanna walk around some more?" Hermione asked as she looked up into sexy, onyx eyes.
"If you so wish," he responded.
Hermione looked back at the grouping. "We'll see you in a bit. We are going to mingle."
They had only made it about twenty-five feet towards the other side of the packed balcony before a voice assaulted her ear, "Beaves!"
Hermione turned to see Draco looking her up and down while shaking his head. "You could have at least made yourself presentable." He gave Snape a pitying look. "I'm so sorry you're stuck with such a troll for a date."
"Draco," a honeyed voice warned. A female voice that caused Hermione's heart to accelerate from the memory of a couple months before.
Millicent Bulstrode stood next to Draco in a deep navy floor length gown. It hugged her curvaceous figure from her ample bosom all the way down to her calves. It screamed Morticia Adams and the witch looked stunning in it. She was definitely amazon-like and in a time where women starved themselves to be pixie thin, Hermione found it very refreshing to see a confident, plus sized woman showing off her curves so magnificently. She was gorgeous and the way Draco looked at her, it was obvious he was completely ensnared by her.
"You look beautiful, Hermione," M said softly.
It was as if a light switch had flicked. M was smiling radiantly, and her Mistress persona was cast aside. Her eyes flickered with warmth and when Draco draped his arm over her shoulder, she peeked up at him with the look of a woman besotted.
"Thanks, M. You look amazing, as always," Hermione responded. Draco grinned at the Gryffindor with a hint of that signature Malfoy pride and she was thrilled that things seemed to be going so well between the new couple.
"There you are," Theo Nott exclaimed cheerfully as he approached them.
"Hey, Theo," Draco responded while reaching out to shake his friend's hand.
Theo turned to M and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Millie."
When his attention moved to Hermione, his eyes practically popped out of his head. "Damn, Granger. You got hot!" He looked back at Draco. "What is it about these two? They left Hogwarts and became super models."
As Theo acknowledged Snape and shook his hand, the taciturn wizard scolded, "I think you just weren't paying attention at Hogwarts, Nott."
"Ah, I'm sure you're right," he conceded with a laugh.
"How's the Library coming along?" Draco asked as he sipped his drink.
Theo shrugged lightly. "It's coming. It's a huge job. You wouldn't believe how bad it is."
Hermione's interest was piqued the minute she heard the word 'library'.
"What is it you are working on?" she asked curiously.
Theo sighed, "Well, the Wizarding Library of London has a bit of an organization problem. I'm helping with some charm work to upgrade the storage and cataloguing systems."
Hermione's jaw fell. "Really? That's fantastic! I've quit going there because of how hard it is to find anything!" Her brows crinkled together as she asked, "How did you become tasked with such a huge project?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Godfather, I think you've seen the last of your date for the evening."
It was then that Blaise approached. Draco's face lit up with surprise and he stepped forward, pulling his friend into a hug. "Blaise! You made it! I didn't realize you were back in town!"
Blaise shook Theo and Snape's hands as he responded. "Yeah, I actually got back over a week ago, but I've been busy with estate stuff. Sorry I haven't had a chance to stop by."
Blaise gave M a slightly awkward hug and Hermione noticed the witch stiffened slightly. Perhaps there was some history there. He then glanced at Hermione. He offered her a not-so-genuine appearing smile. "Granger, nice to see you." It was said in a way that Hermione knew the words weren't true. She tried not to take offense. It's not like she really knew the man. She hadn't seen him in years. Still, he made her a bit uncomfortable.
Theo, on the other hand, was Mr. Congeniality. "So, Granger…ah, sorry. I guess we should be calling each other by our first names. I see you're taking the legal world by storm! I've read several articles in The Daily Prophet about your work with battered witches and community causes."
Severus had a prideful look as he responded on her behalf, "Miss Granger has always excelled at anything she set her mind to."
Hermione could feel Blaise staring at her. His voice was barely loud enough to be heard when he said, "Yes, I remember that about her."
The attention of all on the balcony was pulled toward the grand ballroom when a loud voice could be heard overhead. "Everyone, please make your way into in the main room."
Severus took Hermione's hand and led her back into the ballroom with Theo and Blaise behind them. Hermione couldn't place it, but something was making her uncomfortable. She could feel eyes on the back of her head and she just felt…threatened. She inched closer to Severus' side and he looked down at her. "You alright?"
She nodded. "Yes, just caught a chill." He tucked her into his side as Draco and M caught up and joined the group as well. Severus spotted Lucius once again and maneuvered them through the crowd to get to his best friend. Draco and M remained with them as Blaise and Theo scampered off to say hello to a group of Slytherins in the back of the room.
Hermione glanced at Lucius to see he was laughing at something Juliette had said.
She couldn't help it, instantly she felt like crying. Tonight was the first time she had seen Lucius since that night in her apartment and all she wanted to do was rush into his arms so that he could tell her that everything was alright. That he still loved her. She missed his arms around her. She missed their dinners. She missed her journal.
Hermione swallowed the guilt for feeling this way. She looked up at Severus - the man she loved completely. Yes, but you love Lucius, too! She looked at the ground and blinked away the moisture that was forming. What a mess.
When she felt composed again, she looked back at Lucius reflexively to find his eyes on her. It was all she could do to keep herself from running to him. She felt a stab in her gut when his attention was pulled back to his date when her hand rested on his forearm as she asked him question.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the seventh annual Ministry Ball."
The chatter died down as clapping sounded throughout the large room. Kingsley Shacklebolt stood on the podium, looking every bit the Minister of Magic. "It is so wonderful to see such a great turnout as we come together to celebrate where we succeeded, as well as mourn and pay tribute to those we lost."
Shacklebolt was a great man and Hermione was a huge fan, but he really needed to come up with new material. He had basically been making the same speech for the past five years.
Hermione tuned him out as she watched Juliette and Lucius out of the corner of her eye. This witch was definitely more Lucius' speed. Hermione would not be surprised if the wizard had serious intentions for the woman. She was beautiful, obviously smart, and was probably a Pureblood (not that Lucius acted as though that mattered anymore). Still, the witch screamed proper Malfoy wife.
Hermione's attention was pulled away from the French beauty when a gorgeous blonde approached their grouping. The newcomer idled her way between Severus and Lucius and whispered in what sounded like a Russian accent, "Zeverus," she tilted her cheek and Hermione was shocked when Snape kissed it. "Luzeeus," she whispered before Lucius kissed her other cheek. If Hermione was jealous before, she was practically murderous now. Who the fuck was this woman and what were her wizards doing kissing her cheek as though they were the best of friends?! Your wizards, Hermione? What is wrong with you?
She forced herself to remain calm and felt a flutter of relief when Severus looked down at her and offered her a small smile. Hermione wanted to be introduced to this woman but there was no time as Harry had just been called to the stage.
The crowd erupted into loud claps and whistles as the Chosen One stepped onto the dais. Harry had gotten used to the limelight and the attention over the years, but it still caused him to blush slightly. Hermione couldn't help the usual swell of affection as she watched him.
He scratched his head and then said, "I uhh…I had this speech that I wrote for tonight. I even practiced it. Ask Ginny. I think she actually managed to stay awake through the whole thing." There was a light laughter throughout the crowd. "But then something happened tonight. Something that bears mentioning and recognition."
Hermione suddenly knew where this was going. Snape did as well as evidenced by the mumbled, "Fuck!" that could be heard under his breath.
Harry continued. "You see, a real hero arrived tonight. Someone who has avoided all accolades and all attempts of gratitude from not only myself, but from the War Recognition Council, and many of you, I'm sure."
He cleared his throat lightly and added, "In all the years we've had this shindig, he only came once and was gone before it could be acknowledged." Harry swallowed and looked in their direction with a lopsided grin on his face. "So, thank you Hermione for accomplishing the impossible."
There was more laughter and Hermione knew she was beet red when suddenly it felt like they were under a microscope as hundreds of sets of eyes were staring at them. Hermione didn't even bother to look up at Severus. She knew he was absolutely hating this. She did manage a glimpse at Lucius and could see he was only just containing his merriment at the situation with his thumb and forefinger pressed to his lips.
Attention was back on the dais when Harry continued, "Severus Snape not only acted as a double agent and spied on Tom Riddle, he protected us," Harry paused. "He protected me," he added softly. It was very quiet as the crowd was hanging on every word that came out of Harry's mouth.
"When Hermione, Ron, and I were on the run, Severus was able to get the Sword of Gryffindor to us so that we could complete the task that Albus Dumbledore had laid upon our shoulders. Just as I would not have survived without the aid of Hermione and Ron by my side, none of us would have succeeded without this hero's help." A smile crept over his face. "I could go on for hours, but I fear I might not live that long if I don't stop talking." Laughter breezed through the crowd. "So, without further ado, we finally, after all these years of hoping this man would show up and actually stay at one of these events, are able to give Severus Snape his long overdue, Order of Merlin, First Class medal."
There was a brief pause of silence and then the room erupted. Loud claps, whistles, foot stomping, and a quiet chant of, 'speech, speech, speech', slowly grew until the chant was quiet no more and the room was practically in a frenzy. Lucius was smiling broadly at his friend and Draco was clapping him on the back.
Severus looked down at Hermione and whispered. "Oh, you are going to have a very red bottom for this. I know you put him up to this this."
Hermione's eyes grew wide with her innocence. "I did not! I swear!"
Severus then shot a scolding look at Lucius who held his hands up in innocent declaration as if to say, Don't look at me!
Shacklebolt stepped back onto the podium as well as Percy Weasley who was the new director of the War Recognition Council. It was Shacklebolt who spoke. "Please come up here, Severus. It's time you collected your reward."
Severus took a deep breath and squared his shoulders as he made his way up and onto the podium. He shook Harry's hand and then Percy's before shaking the Minister's and accepting the box that was opened to reveal a black satin pillow on the inside which cradled the shiny medal. Severus studied it for a brief moment before looking out at the crowd. The room grew silent, eager for the elusive hero's words. Camera flashes were firing, and Severus' hand shot up to shield his eyes. Hermione could tell he was at a loss for words. He dropped his hand and gazed out at the crowd and simply said, "Thank you." Then he stepped off the podium and walked back to Hermione's side.
There was silence and then a few laughs before the room once again erupted into clapping.
Shacklebolt smiled. "A man of few words." After the cheering died down, he gestured towards a door on the side of the grand room. "Those of you who haven't seen it, please be sure to walk the Hall of Remembrance. It's a new tribute this year, full of anecdotes and photos to help us remember and never forget the sacrifices that were made not so very long ago."
As the crowd gradually fell back into its little cliques of conversation, Severus said to Hermione, "I think it's time to go. I've had about all I can take."
"Ahh, but Zeveruss, I have only zust arrived! You must introdusss me to your vriend," Natalia purred.
Snape sighed. "Of course. Natalia, this is Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Natalia Andreveena. She is married to the Russian director of Magical International Cooperation." He looked back at Natalia who was looking at him with raised eyebrows. "And she has been a… friend to Lucius and me for many years," he added.
Natalia smiled at Hermione after looking at Snape knowingly. "Eet ees a pleasure to meet you, 'Eermione."
Hermione nodded. "You as well, Natalia."
Natalia stepped around Snape and idled up close to Hermione. "How do you know Severus?" she asked as she assessed Hermione with a rather obvious twice over.
Hermione looked up at Snape and then back at the blonde. "He used to be my professor and then we reconnected several months ago."
Natalia's smile grew wider as she looked coyly up at Snape. "Your teacher?" Her eyes basically screamed what a naughty boy he was. Her gaze moved back to Hermione. "How delizious."
Hermione glanced questioningly at Severus who was now cradling his forehead with his thumb and forefinger as though he were fighting a headache. Natalia wasn't fazed. "Ohh, Severus. She ees mouss vatering. I do hope you vill let me play wizz her sometime."
Hermione's jaw dropped as she realized this was obviously a Dungeon acquaintance. She could hear Draco chuckling from behind her and knew the prat was eavesdropping. She thought she heard M whisper something along the lines of, "Get in line."
Meanwhile, Severus had hit his tether's end. "Natalia, lovely to see you." He turned back to Lucius and Juliette who were ensconced in their own involved conversation and bid them goodnight. Not bothering to say a word to anyone else, he grabbed Hermione's hand and whisked them through the crowd and into the arrival foyer where he grabbed a handful of floo powder, pressed Hermione forward and called out, "Hermione Granger's flat."
Monday, May 7th
Hermione kept her eye on the clock as she waited for Severus. All day she had endured a nervous energy in anticipation of submitting to him tonight. He had properly introduced her to the cane and she was eager to see what he had planned for her next. Her hand absently moved to her neck. Of course, it would all feel so much more official when he actually collared her. He had explained that the collar would come at the right time. She internally sighed. Apparently, that night in his apartment while they discussed their contract was not 'the right time'.
Glancing around at the thickening crowd, she was surprised by how busy it was for a Monday. Then again, Master Miyamoto was here tonight to demonstrate the art of Kinbaku. Judging by the crowd, there was tremendous interest in this art of tying up a submissive while creating intricate patterns with the ropes and binds. Hermione didn't know much about it except that it wasn't something most Dominants were well versed in. It was a skill and an art that took a great deal of time and practice to master. Frankly, she doubted that most had the patience for it.
She was pulled from her thoughts by a friendly voice. "Doll, how are you tonight?" She looked up to find Etan looking down at her warmly with a subdued Rose at his side. Thankfully, these two were on the short list of individuals she was allowed to speak with when Severus wasn't around. She gestured for them to join her.
As the couple slid into the booth across from her, Hermione noticed Rose had not made eye contact and was very quiet. Hermione was too distracted in her own thoughts to pay much notice to it, however.
Doll. She hated being called Doll nowadays. All it did was make her think of Lucius, which was something she was trying hard not to do. Seeing him Saturday at the Ball had been much more painful than she had counted on.
Realizing she never answered, she responded, "I'm well. How about you two?"
Etan sighed and cast a weary eye at Rose and then looked back at Hermione. "We are having a difficult evening, but it will get better after Rose does what she has been instructed."
Hermione had to contain her surprise when a defiant 'hmpf' sounded from Rose's lips.
"Rose, perhaps you need another time out? Or maybe we should just go home? I have seen this demonstration before. We are here for you, love. Or had you forgotten?"
"No, sir," she responded despondently.
"Then you will do as you have been told. Or we will leave and not come back until you have demonstrated proper remorse."
As curious as Hermione was about what was going on, it was not her business and would be beyond poor manners to enquire. So instead, Hermione joined in on the awkward silence as she continued to gaze about the room. Severus should be along any minute.
Two heads of white blond hair caught her attention and Hermione tried not to stare as Lucius, Draco, and M made their way through the crowd. Nervously, Hermione fiddled with her mask for something to do. Hermione was confident enough to shed the identity concealer in the private parts of the club, but this public room was a whole other matter.
Unable to resist, Hermione glanced back in the direction of the approaching Malfoys and froze when Lucius' eyes met hers at the exact same moment. He was less than two meters away and she could see his Adams apple bob as he forced his own swallow, his surprise at seeing her obvious. He rebounded quickly and greeted the table with an unaffected hello before excusing himself to find Severus. Hermione didn't miss the subtle looks in her direction from both Etan and Rose. Is my disappointment that obvious? Is it written on my face how hard this is?
Ever the understanding Dominant and friend, Etan whispered, "It will get easier with time. There is often a period of awkward transition."
Hermione saw nothing but kindness and concern in his eyes and affection in Rose's. "Thank you," Hermione whispered in return. "It's just I miss his friendship and it's a bit harder than I ever imagined."
She was jolted out of her melancholy by a playful and loud voice. "Scoot over, Beaves." Looking up to her left, Draco was grinning down at her.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione moved over allowing him to slide in next to her. "You know that moniker was funny the first couple times you used it, but the last fifty have not been as amusing. I have no idea why that is."
"Whatever, it never gets old for me," Draco responded offhandedly as he greeted Etan and Rose and then looked back at her. "So? What happened when you got home on Saturday?" He elbowed her playfully, "Did my Godfather punish you for dragging him to the Ball? I thought he was going to start casting Crucio's if he didn't get out of there."
Hermione blushed at the memory before conceding, "It did take some quick convincing on my part that I had nothing to do with Harry's impromptu speech." She rubbed the chill off her arms as she thought back on it:
"Do you really expect me to believe you knew nothing of that?"
"Yes, I do. Because that is what I'm telling you."
"Hmph."
"Yes, hmph." She had marched off defiantly only to have him grab her arm and gently pull her close.
"You can make it up to me, regardless." He had groused in a husky baritone as he nuzzled and nipped her neck.
Her knees instantly felt weak. She grasped his robes, her desperate actions defying the breathless words that came out of her mouth. "I owe you nothing. You could have refused to go." She tilted her head a little, granting him more access, and could feel his smile against her skin as she continued, "You have only yourself to blame for being a hero and leaving people with the desire to thank you."
"Is that right?" His right hand unzipped her dress causing it to pool at her feet leaving her in heels, stockings, bra, and cape. That same hand caressed her waist before trailing down.
"Yes, and furthermore…"
He interrupted her in a voice that sounded like sin dipped in caramel. "No knickers, Miss Granger?"
She pulled back, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as her whisky eyes peeked up playfully. "Hmm, must have slipped my mind."
"Earth to Granger!" Hermione was startled back to the present by Draco snapping his fingers in her face. "Helloooo."
"What, huh?" she responded as she came out of her haze.
Etan was grinning and Draco was shaking his head. She couldn't help but laugh at the knowing looks of the two men but was saddened to see Rose still frowning and staring at the table.
"What gives, Rose? Why so gloomy?" Draco asked, indelicately.
Hermione gave him a scolding look and was about to lecture him about boundaries when a liquid honey voice that drew the attention of everyone at the table beat her to it.
"Draco, are you being a bad boy?"
Hermione almost laughed at Draco's instant reaction to M's tease. His pupils dilated and a pink blush crept up his neck as he turned back and looked up at her. "Well, that depends," he responded huskily.
"No, you either are… or you aren't." She placed her palms flat down on the table and leaned down staring him in the eyes. When he started to answer, her right index finger tapped his lips, forbidding him from speaking. "Don't speak, little prat. You'll only dig a deeper hole." She sighed teasingly. "You were going to get a good boy spanking, but now I'm afraid it's going to be a bad boy spanking."
Hermione heard him whimper under his breath, and her fingers flew to her lips to prevent a laugh from escaping. She could see Rose peek up at the Dominatrix and wiggle longingly in her seat, seeming to have momentarily forgotten whatever was plaguing her.
M's confident and knowing gaze moved from Draco to Rose, a small smirk playing on her face at their reactions. They were putty for her and she knew it. M slowly moved her attention to Hermione, expecting to find the same look of want.
Hermione, however, was determined to maintain her control and not give the witch the upper hand. The woman might turn the other two subs at the table into rabid and drooling little pygmy puffs of need, but Hermione would be strong.
Not finding what she thought she would as she studied her former schoolmate, the formidable Mistress M tilted her head slightly as her eyes narrowed. "Hmm, Miss Priss."
Hermione swallowed. Fuck. Stay strong, Hermione, she coached herself.
M was no amateur. Her icy blue eyes stared into Hermione's chocolate as she drawled out, "I heard a fantastic rumor about you."
"Oh really?" Hermione replied with a much shakier voice than she intended.
"Hmm, hmm," M responded lazily as she brushed a strand of Draco's hair out of his eyes with the stroke of a red talon.
Hermione couldn't help it. Despite her attempts to remain unaffected, her heart began to race. I mean this is hardly fair.
M trailed her focus and significant prowess back at Hermione who was beginning to feel like a lamb brought out for slaughter.
"I heard you took Polyjuice, Miss Priss."
Hermione's throat felt thick from the frog that was taking residence there. She glanced quickly at Draco to find he had a slightly guilty look on his face. How could you?! she scolded nonverbally. She had told Draco the sordid story a few weeks ago much to his amusement. Fucking Ferret!
Hermione's attention was drawn back to M's lithe fingers as her nails began to lightly stroke Draco's scalp. His eyes fluttered closed and Hermione half expected him to start purring.
"What's more," the sorceress of seduction continued in a sultry sing song, "I was told you accidentally infused cat hair into the potion." Her eyes shot up to Hermione's. "My cat's hair."
Yes, Draco you are officially dead!
Despite the flair of embarrassment, Hermione was turned on. She was no match for this battle of wills. The woman was hotter than a white-hot poker and despite her best attempt, Hermione was not immune to the witch's spell. Images of M spanking her for her unauthorized use of her cat's hair caused her mouth to go dry. Fuck.
Obviously pleased with Hermione's flustered countenance, Mistress M continued with a teasing glint in her eyes, "I believe I'll have a talk with Severus. Perhaps he'll let us all play in the new fetish room, hmm?" Her lips curled up and Hermione felt it was exactly what a python with a smile would look like. "I mean, how apropos, don't you think?"
New fetish room? What new room?
Intense heat moved up her neck and, thankfully, Hermione was rescued from responding when the man himself finally appeared. She met his charcoal stare and her heart fluttered as his eyebrow cocked while his gaze crept down to her blushing decollate and back up.
He looked to his left at M who was now standing up straight with a self-satisfied sneer. Snape threw her a conspiratorial grin. "M, have you been taunting my submissive?"
The amazonian mistress crossed her arms, drumming her long, red nails along her upper arms as she leered back down at Hermione, clearly pleased she had finally gotten the reaction she wanted. Looking back at Snape, she shrugged. "Perhaps a little. Just gave the kitty a little belly rub."
Etan, who had been observing the exchange with amusement, laughed outright as Severus focused on Hermione and responded, "Indeed." His eyes brightened with obvious mirth as he watched her squirm. "Well, she is a good little pussy, after all."
Hermione felt her stomach leap into her throat and desire pool in her gut as a deluge of wetness soaked her knickers. She almost asked him to say it again. Adding insult to injury, the woman standing next to him, whom Hermione had a very confusing attraction to, had Hermione completely frazzled. She only hoped she wasn't going to leave a puddle on her seat.
"Come along, little kitty. The show is about to start," Snape teased. He held his hand out to Hermione and as soon as Draco scooted out of the booth, she settled her left warm palm into Severus' cool one.
Unable to stop herself, Hermione slapped Draco upside the back of his head as she moved past him and came to her new Master's side.
Draco seemed to know better than to defend himself and simply shrugged as he moved his hand to his chest and said one word that was obviously supposed to explain it all. "Slytherin."
When Hermione continued to glare, he rolled his eyes and explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We use information to our strategic advantage. Frankly, you should have known better than to tell me. You have no one but yourself to blame," he added imperiously.
"I'm never telling you anything ever again," she grumbled as she turned her attention fully to Severus who was looking down at her with a slightly bemused expression.
"Everything all right?"
"It is now", she responded simply. Her left hand remained in his and she relished how grounded his touch made her feel.
She left the table behind her without a second thought as Severus led her down the steps and into a large room where a stage was lit and a crowd was forming. She slipped off her mask and tucked it into the pocket of her sapphire blue, wrap around dress.
Hermione noticed Etan and Rose, as well as M and Draco enter into the fray behind them.
Master Miyamoto stepped onto the dais to loud clapping. He bowed to the crowd before gesturing behind him at which time a naked and petite Asian woman stepped up next to him. He spoke a word to her that Hermione didn't understand, and the woman fell to her knees at his side.
Severus moved Hermione so that she was in front of him and whispered, "Can you see?"
Hermione was at a significant disadvantage at these displays because of her height. Yes, she wore heels, but so did all the other women, and the men were impossible to for her to see around.
"Not really," she answered honestly as a few more people moved in front of them.
"Well, it doesn't matter because this isn't our destination." He grabbed her hand and grinned down at her surprised expression before pulling her through the crowd into a hallway and into another room. A much smaller room with a very little stage that couldn't be larger than three meters wide by three meters deep.
Candles illuminated the periphery of the platform and a few chairs were placed in front of it. Hermione's throat felt tight. "What is…?"
Severus' piercing black eyes were intense as he looked down at her and answered simply, "Tonight, I plan to collar you, pet."
She felt a cool sweat on her brow as she processed his words. "What?"
His brow rose. "It's what you want? To be my collared submissive? If it isn't, tell me now."
She stared at him in disbelief. She thought he was going to make them wait much longer. After a second, she threw her arms around his waist. "Oh, Master! Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" She pulled back to find his eyes had softened. "Please, I'm so ready, sir!" Her hands reached up and cupped his face. "I want to be yours and I want everyone to know it."
Apparently, these were the right words to say because his mouth crashed down on hers immediately. Hermione melted into him and left her lips pliant and open as his tongue exerted its Dominance.
They pulled apart when there was the sound of a voice clearing. Severus slapped her bottom playfully and whispered to her, "Undress to your knickers and kneel on the pillow in the Nadu position. I will join you when our guests have arrived." He added as an afterthought, "Use the next few minutes to ground yourself and focus, Mine. Try to tune out the noises of the room. I expect you focused and prepared or we will cease and wait until you are ready on another evening."
"Yes, sir," she responded with a nervous tremble to her voice that made him smile. He watched her scamper quickly up the steps and dart behind the small changing curtain, an overwhelming feeling of pride and anticipation causing him to take a steadying breath.
When Hermione stepped out from behind the curtain, she kept her eyes on the stage floor as she made her way to the pillow and assumed her position. She could see movement in her periphery and was conscientious of eyes on her. Unable to help it, she peeked through her lashes to see Etan, Rose, M and Draco as well as Clarise and Jonathan all standing and conversing quietly.
It occurred to her that Severus had invited her friends ahead of time and therefore had been planning this for at least a couple days. The fact that he meant to surprise her was touching. She would have been even more nervous if she had known this was coming.
She closed her eyes and began to practice her deep breathing to help dispel the nervous energy. She wanted to be absolutely focused.
There was no mistaking Snape's dragonhide boots as he stepped onto the platform and approached her. He stood to her left and began to lightly stroke her hair with his right hand. The quiet whispering of voices ceased, and all Hermione could hear was the sound of her own breathing.
Lucius considered not coming. In fact, he almost didn't come. He was supposed to be the owner on duty tonight, after all. He had plenty he should be doing. Plenty he would rather be doing. But despite it all, these were his friends and he knew he should be here.
Lucius took a strengthening drag of air as he forced himself to look up at the stage. He deflated immediately as he exhaled. Salazar, she's beautiful. Has it really only been a couple weeks since she was mine? It feels like a lifetime.
"I have asked you here tonight to bear witness to Hermione's formal collaring. As our friends, we ask that you support us in this new facet of our relationship and hope that you will …"
Look at him up there. A public collaring amongst friends? Severus, you aren't fooling anyone, least of all me. This wasn't necessary. Everyone here knows she isn't mine anymore.
"Hermione, do you accept this collar as a symbol of our contract and all that it implies?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you promise while wearing it to obey your Master in all things within the confines of our written agreement?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you promise to treat your collar with the reverence and respect that it represents?"
"Yes, Master."
Is it hot in here? Lucius loosened his collar as the memory of Hermione's informal collaring at the Manor came to his memory. She had been so excited and so…innocent. He watched another pledge be made. This can't go on much longer, Lucius. Another five minutes and you can get back to your rounds. Maybe find a sub to scene with.
"Please stand, Hermione."
Lucius watched with tepid breath as Hermione stood on shaky legs. Severus' pride was practically oozing out of his pores and Lucius felt a large stab of self-hatred for his jealousy. This is what they both wanted all along. This is what you helped facilitate. Be happy for them. Closing his eyes and reopening them he swore to himself he would get over this woman and move on. How else was he ever going to be able to be the friend that he professed himself to be?
Juliette was lovely and had many qualities that reminded him of Narcissa. There were also new submissives entering the club frequently. Perhaps if he actually got to know some of them, and not just scene with them, he could find someone to make him happy. He had options and he refused to pine over what he couldn't have any longer.
Hermione kept her eyes on Severus as he stood over her. "Hermione, with this collar, I promise to be the Dominant to your submissive. I will provide the structure that your psyche craves and the stimulation your body needs. I'm honored that you are accepting my Dominance, and I will treasure your submission."
He offered his hand. "Please stand, Hermione."
Hermione's knees were trembling as she took the offered palm and stood before him. She knew her friends were watching, but in this moment, Severus was all she cared about. His voice, his touch, his commanding presence. He was it for her. Her rock. Her lover. Her Master.
"Face our friends, Mine."
Hermione turned, moving her gaze to the floor as she felt cool metal around the base of her neck. She heard a subtle click and couldn't help the smile that crept across her face.
He had collared her.
It was official.
She belonged to Severus Snape.
She tried not to squeal with joy. When she looked up to meet the eyes of her friends, her face froze and her heart skipped a beat when her focus met the steel grey eyes of her prior Master. He was leaning against the far wall, watching her with an intensity that brought back so many memories. The joy of a second ago disappeared as what felt like a lead bomb fell into the pit of her stomach. His face softened and he offered an encouraging warm smile. Was it wrong that in this moment she wanted to run to him? She wanted to feel his strong arms around her. She wanted his soothing voice to whisper reassuring words that even though things had been awkward, he still loved her and was her friend.
This was supposed to be a perfect moment, yet she felt conflicted. She finally got what she had wanted since she first stepped into this building. She was dating and she was contracted to Severus Snape. The thought steadied her. She swallowed and peeked up at her new Master to find he looked proud and happy. She felt warmth creep up from her toes to her scalp.
Yes, this is right. The moment of tension and confusion was gone. All thoughts and concern over Lucius escaped her. This is where you belong, Hermione.
When she looked back out to the group in front of them, she pointedly ignored the conspicuous absence in the back of the room.
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