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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Take My Breath Away
Impatiently, Hermione was teetering on the street, cold December evening didn’t help her in effort to settle down.
-Finally, I froze myself to death! – she cried as Jenny appeared around the corner, she shoved a parchment in her friends arms – Here is your permit, don’t lose it. –
- Herm, you know I’m nagging you to show me your world since forever, but are you absolutely sure? -
- Jen, this was your idea, and if I’m going through that, so are you. Besides, my “savior of the world” title won’t last forever. That paper in your hand will. – Jenny raised an eyebrow on her and she grinned – Let’s say that I’m finally milking my hero status to my advantage, while I still can. –
- I must be rubbing of off you. – smiled her friend as she dragged her trough the overcrowded inn and trough the gape in the wall in to the Diagon Alley – Wow, talking about stepping back to the past and one of the fantasy books combined. –
- You didn’t see anything yet. Did you bring it? –
- I did. I also brought you a new supply of batteries, by your request I take it that you like my gift. -
- I misuse your gift way too often, “like” is not even close enough to describe how helpful it is…and still it is not…just not… - she shook her head – We are going to Twilfitt and Tatting's first, I got the permit for the dress too. All pureblood snobs going to have a fit, when we enter, imagine muggleborn and muggle in the most prestigious clothing shop in London! –
- You are still fighting lost causes and fights against injustice. – they started to laugh.
Jenny was right, Hermione choose Twilfitt and Tatting's out of spite. They entered the shop and silence fell between customers. Shop owner called her quickly in the back room.
- Thank you for accepting my request. –
- Yes, yes, do you have all necessary? –
- I do. Here is the permit, and here is the dress. Jenny… - her friend gave the dress, and shop owner nodded with satisfaction.
- This is very lovely model, quite unique. What alterations and which color did you had in mind? – asked her and Hermione grinned broadly.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Two days later, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom; she had a huge knot in her stomach. Her hands trembling, she could not control the tremors
- How do I look? Are you sure? I still have time to change… -
- Harm, you are rambling. –
- I always ramble when I’m nervous. –
- You are not the one who should be nervous, not with that look. –
- Are you absolutely sure? –
- Darling, you are going to leave a trail of heart attacks in your wake. Now take your … cloak and let’s go, before we are late. –
Hermione gave her friend one unsure look. She was a tight ball of nerves. She didn’t see him or hear from him since that day in the Ministry. And night after night she spent in her bed imagining and abusing sex toy her friend gave her. It didn’t alleviate her need, if nothing else, it only made thing worse. She turned to Jenny
- You really think he’s going to notice me in this. –
- Herm, if he does not notice you he is either blind, dead or gay. Now move along. I am, for once, eager to attend official event, who knows maybe I’m snatch me some handsome wizard. –
- Just be sure to check with me, Harry or Weasley’s, many of the purebloods still hold prejudice against muggles and muggleborn. The war may be over but… –
- That’s why they are called prejudice. How are things going with Ron? –
- We are still at odds. He still can’t fantom why I choose to take apprenticeship or carrier instead wishing to be an incubator for army of redheaded brats. –
- And you weren’t that gentle in breaking news to him. –
- I just couldn’t…-
- Darling you were never one to be with one man if you desire another. –
- And you are? –
- I’d made them fight for me. I’d choose the one that wins, and keep other as a lover or a lackey. But that’s me. Just be sure to show me that man of yours so I don’t sink my fangs in to him. You are sure he will appear? –
- If his invitation is like mine, Harry told me that after last year fiasco they sent special invitations to all “heroes”. –
- What happened last year? –
- None of us showed up. – they giggled, Hermione was grateful to her friend for chatting her nervousness away.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Stepping in to the ballroom at the Ministry, she had feeling that a nest of snakes coiling in the pit of her stomach.
“How ample, considering…” she mussed, scanning the room. Suddenly he heart thump, stopped for an instant than start beating crazy fast. Jenny gave a small painful yelp as she jammed her nails in her friend’s wrist.
- He’s here. – she whispered turning her back to the crowd in the hall
- Where? Are you sure? –
- Of course I’m sure. – she hissed in a hushed voice – Gods! I never have seen him in anything but his teacher’s clothes. He’s in muggle suit now. He looks…hoot. –
- Breathe. –
- I’ll go to say hello… - her friend stopped her the moment she turned
- No. You will not say hello, you will dance with him. But not right away. Mingle a little, dance few dances with others. Let him notice you first. I see your Harry friend, let’s go to say hello to them. –
- Are you sure? –
- Herm, we agreed, my way now. Subtle, remember? –
- What if he leaves? –
- Harm, not a single male will leave until you go, I can guarantee you that. –
- I’m not interested in others. –
- What do you want? –
- I want to take his breath away. –
- And you will, just follow my lead. -
They walked to the Harry and Weasley family. Hermione fought the urge to turn her head and fix her gaze on him. Everybody complemented her look, but with all the attention she received not even once managed to catch a glimpse of black eyes looking her way. As the evening progressed she became restless, every time she caught a brief sight of him, he was alone, secluded from the crowd with so familiar scowl on his face.
She danced with Harry, with George, even with Ron; she danced with two of her Masters. Many wizards asked her to dance, offered her a drink or tried to engage her in conversation. Fast, she was tired of the people around her, not even one held her interest. She moved behind huge glass ornament in the middle of the room, looking at him. His suit was tailored and fitted him perfectly, black trousers and jacket with silk shirt in the shade of dark smoky gray. He held a rigid posture, painfully obvious that he didn’t want to be here.
Clutching her glass, she briefly closed her eyes. In her mind she kissed away that deep dark dissatisfaction off his face. She would peeled off his clothes, one item at the time, reveling at the prospect of unpack him – like a precious gift. Shivering she called the memory of his body pressed to hers, every firm shape she could sense. Opening her eyes she looked at his direction but he retracted to the dark seclusion of the huge window niche. With a deep sigh she looked around hall looking for Jenny.
Jenny was flirting with young Ministry clerk not far from the place where Severus hid himself. With determined paces she headed towards her friend.
- Pardon me Mr Jenkins; I’d like my friend back. –
- Of course. May I say Miss Granger, you look simply stunning. May I ask you for a dance, later perhaps? –
- Thank you, and no, you may not. – growled at the clerk and he swiftly walked away
- So much for subtlety. – giggled Jenny – Gentle as a ton of bricks. –
- My skin crawls from him and the likes of him. – she growled
- Yes, you do look a bit flushed, as in angry red. And I have to say, that shade of red does not complement your hair or your dress. –
- I am not…angry. – she widened her eyes at Jenny
- All right. Why don’t you dance some more, as I recall you loved dancing since you were little. –
- No, thank you. I receive indecent proposals even without dancing. Three of them offered me a walk around the Ministry corridors. One asked me to show him my office! Ron asked me if I changed my mind, I wanted to hex him in to a next week. –
- There must be at least one person here with whom you can dance without desiring to place him in the hospital. – Jenny darted her eyes toward the dark corner behind the column where two of them were standing. She beamed at her friend
- You know, I believe there is. –
Hermione took one deep breath, took a swing from her Champaign flute and gave it to Jenny. Mouthing silent “Wish me luck” she walked around the column. He was leaning on the wooden frame, looking through the window. She plastered her most naïve polite smile and approached him with slow, unstable steps.
- Good evening, Master Snape. – he raised his head and looked her directly in the eyes….
"Take My Breath Away" - Berlin
Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place to find
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say
My love
Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching every motion
In this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
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