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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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A/N: Until I catch up with my beta...bear with my broken English, pls.
I work like a maniac and this...., well, this is my escape from work overload soooo.... I do enjoy in writing these snippet, so they will continue. I'm also curious to see how things are going to develop.
This chapter is more of a fluff and angst than smut. Now, I'm not very good at fluff, but I hope you're like it.
And keep those comments coming, tell me what do you like - dislike, they are giving me good insight in what direction story should go :)
The Lady In Red
Severus Snape handed his cloak to the boy on the entrance and stalked in to the half full room, his plan was to show up, linger for short time and then leave, keeping a minimum of contact with other guests. Ministry Ball was epitome for the lack of “free will” as far as he was concerned. He was not here of his on volition, no, they forced his attendance. If Severus hated anything in his life, it would be this situation, the lack of possibility to refuse. Snatching a glass of whiskey from passing tray, holding it like it was his lifeline. He came early, aiming to avoid majority of guests, and if possible, to avoid…her.
Familiar voice, one of those he was hoping not to hear cried his name, stopping him in his tracks
- Professor Snape! – face of Harry Potter came to a view
- Potter. –
- You came early. –
- I’m not planning to stay long Potter. -
- I’m afraid you won’t have much choice, Sir. None of us have. After last year, we all received special invitations, they are like magical contract. None of us would be able to leave before ten. – he looked at the boy who was smiling sheepishly at him and growl – Yes, I can sympathize with that sentiment. When I told Hermione, she was ready to hex Kingsley, I had to hold her. –
Short pang stabbed him somewhere between shoulder blades at the mention of her name. He couldn’t suppress a small smirk at Harry’s words. Harry’s name was called and he excused himself, rushing off. That suited him well, he found dark, secluded corner and moved to it. Well placed scowl and half growl kept anyone crazy enough to attempt conversation with him at bay.
He idly scanned the room, nursing second glass of whiskey when she appeared at the entrance door, accompanied with unfamiliar female. Breathing a sigh of relief, not realizing until that moment that he dreaded of her arrival, dreaded to see who would accompany her. His heart started to beat fast, muffling all other sounds with a rush of blood in his ears, his eyesight blurred just for a second.
She was vision in red. Upper part of her dress hugged her body perfectly, covering it and at the same time reveling it. Two thin golden stripes lead a trail over her shoulders. From the hips dress was spreading in to the soft cloud of material that floated around her legs. Transparent red shawl, placed with magic to stand in desired arrangement covered her bust, following the golden stripes, forming small wavy sleeves. Transparent red material gave a lovely blush reflection to her face and skin beneath. She twirled, turning her back and he swallowed hard. The two ends of shawl, glided through the air, enchanted not to cover a patch of exposed skin. Dress had a V-shape opening on her back, held by a golden cord, laced from her shoulder blades to the dip on the small of her back, exposing the silvery softness of her flawless complexion. The fizz of wild hair was subdued in a simple but elegant nest of curls on the top of her head, with only few strands deliberately left free.
Red material of the dress had a distinctive golden hue, and he couldn’t help but twitching his lips in to a small smile. “Gryffindor Princess in Gryffindor colors” Muggle dress, enchanted to fit in to a magical world, knowing her, she probably molested a bunch of Ministry workers, not to mention tailors for this outfit. Following her progress across the ballroom towards the Weasley bunch, he noticed golden dust covering her eyes, complementing a shine of her soft brown eyes. Her full lips, in a same shade of red with golden hue, matched her dress perfectly. He closed his eyes, forcing his body to stay put, resisting the urge to grab and press her at the nearest wall, to remove every single trace of red from her lips with kisses.
Retracting deeper in to the shadow, taking good care not to look at her directly but his eyes never left her, not even for a second, hiding himself from the sight of others. His hand shook slightly as he raised the glass to his lips.
She was, beautiful butterfly, moving among the crowd. She danced occasionally, she danced with Potter, Ron and George Weasley, with two of her rotation Masters. But as the evening grew old, more and more suitors surrounded her. He could bet that they would give their lives, just to get portion of her interest, even for a smallest amount of time. Listening fragments of conversations, rude, lascivious, tasteless snippets of conversations, he had desire to take out his wand and start hexing left and right, roaring to leave her alone, that she is taken…his. Except….she wasn’t.
Closing his eyes, he took another gulp of whiskey, allowing slow burn to glide down his throat. If continue like that, he was on a good path to become alcoholic, something he despised. Feeling like a Quasimodo, looking at Esmeralda, but he wasn’t…Quasimodo was poor disfigured, tortured soul. Severus Snape was completely different kind of monster all together. Opening his eyes he met a silvery gaze and frowned.
- It looks like you found perfect hiding place. – drawled familiar voice
- Not perfect enough, you found me. – lowered his eyes to the glass in hope that intruder would catch a drift and walk away, knowing that with this intruder that was never the case.
- Yes. Did you see that…Ganger girl? – her name rolled against thin lips like something offensive, and he suppress a twitch of his hand, ready to damage snobbish blond
- Who didn’t? – his eyes wandered over the crowd
- Do you know she got a special permit? She brought a muggle…a muggle to the Ministry ball. – bitterness laced with poison annoyed him
- Don’t forget the dress. A muggle dress she’s wearing. The one you are drooling about. – his voice was flat and dry, he looked at his glass again
- Hmmm. Do….
- It is not smart to be seen, publicly, conversing with me Lucius. – his eyes finally met the cold gaze of the man in front of him. Lucius just raised his chin and walked away, insulted. It was newer smart thing to insult Malfoy, but he just didn’t care.
Swore under his breath, just for a moment he lost fiery vision and now she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, she emerged from the crowd, walking in long gliding steps, her face a frozen in polite mask but eyes burning with fury. Retracting deeper in to the shadow, in to the seclusion of window alcove, hiding from her sight as she passed near him, not even noticing. Leaning on the window frame he listen the conversation she had with her friend. Grinning inwardly to the brush of she gave some nameless suitor.
Her sincerity, her almost rude, blunt need to speak the truth, consequences be damned, was a breath of fresh air in this pond of stale water full of fake smiles and empty polite phrases.
“- There must be at least one person here with whom you can dance without desiring to place him in the hospital. –
- You know, I believe there is. –“
He closed his eyes, not wanting to know who the lucky bastard she’s going to choose is.
- Good evening, Master Snape. –
Soft voice stopped the flow of air in his lungs “No, this is not happening. I’m drunk and I imagining things.” Raising his gaze he looked at pair of brow eyes.
- Good evening, Miss Granger. Are you having a pleasant night? –
- Pleasant isn’t the word I’d use to describe this night, but there is still time to save what can be saved. – her smile shifted from polite to nervous – Master Snape, I was wondering… Would you do me the honor of dancing the next dance with me? -
He starred at her. His mind, every rational thought in his head screamed at him to say “No.”, but, her small soft hand extended to him. He should of run, listen to his instinct for self-preservation. It was almost outer body experience, as he watched himself, ignoring cacophony of voices in his head, taking her hand in his.
- It would be my pleasure. – replied with a small bow
First tacts of music started and she lead them to the dance floor. Soft smile glimmered in her eyes. He was more than a little surprised with the melody he recognized as muggle song. Fighting internally to prevent his palms from trembling and sweating, one thing Severus could say about himself was that his palms never got sweaty…until now. He carefully tucking his hand under the flowing ends of her shawl and almost timidly placed a palm over the patch of naked skin on her back, praying that his hand won’t start trembling. Settling smoothly in his embrace she whispered
- Do you know about muggle music, Master? –
- I am fairly familiar with it; I know maybe more the most of the wizards. – she nodded and loose curls caressed her skin, he wished he is one of those curls
- They say that Barry White is “the man” when it comes to melodies for seduction, but I always disagreed with it. Dean Martin has much better voice; he sounds like a warm embrace and makes your heart beat little bit faster. Jenny… -
- I beg your pardon? –
- I don’t know how, but Jenny made them play this song. Ever since we were little we loved to listen to Dean Marten. I love this song. –
The lyrics started and she stopped talking, nearing to him, erasing the line of polite distance, leaning her body next to his. She was short, even in high heels she barely reached above his chin, at the moment her temple was leaning on his chin.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore[1]
Hold me close, sway me more
The song was fairly unfamiliar to most of the guest and the steps to rumba were not familiar, they were almost alone on the dance floor. He was aware of stares. Their posture overstepped boundaries of politeness. She melted in to his arms, molding her body to his, leaning on him fully. Moving in to the rhythm with him, in perfect unison, like they danced million times before tonight, her posture screaming to all in the room that she is his, his to taking, his to do what he’s pleased. Was she even aware of that?
Sharp stab of pain turned in to a dull throb as he realized that she had her eyes closed. He was the darkest; the most dangerous wizard in the room, and this bit of a witch in his arms closed her eyes. She trusted…him, trusted him to lead her, absolute surrender on her part. Disregarding the politeness and etiquette, he drew her closer, snaking his hand up her back, pressing his palm on the bare skin that burned him to the bone.
Always restless mind jabbed a searing dagger in his heart “She don’t think of you, she’s just enjoying the melody, singer’s voice. You are the tool, just a tool.”
If this…this dance, this moment is all he could have he would gladly take it. Take it and cherish, grateful for the opportunity to experience it. He could live hundreds of lives, and he could die thousands of deaths, but this death now was the sweetest. This memory, this feeling…he will carry to his grave. World could crumble around them and he would dance until the music stops.
Last beats of the melody stopped and she stepped away, his body howled at the loos. She directed her slightly dazzled eyes to his, making him feel dizzy. Her arms still holding his, preventing him to leave
- If I may be so rude, Master, to impose myself on your person some more. You see, I’d appreciate if you’d be so nice to rescue me from the crowds. We could go to the balcony and discuss…discuss the continuation of my project. –
His heart was beating in his throat, somewhere beneath Adam’s apple; he should say “no”, refuse her and walk away. He was breaking agreement he made with himself. Accepting her plea would be beyond borders of sanity, beyond the cruelest form of self-torture he could think off. He did none of the sensible things, but nodded
- Consider me your savior for the evening Miss Granger. –
She beamed at him, tucking her hand in a crook of his elbow and they left the dance floor.

[1] Sway by Dean Martin
This song was inspiration for this chapter, even if they dance to another song ;)
"The Lady In Red" - Chris De Burgh
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,
I've never seen you shine so bright,
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance,
They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance,
And I have never seen that dress you're wearing,
Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes,
I have been blind;
The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,
There's nobody here, it's just you and me,
It's where I want to be,
But I hardly know this beauty by my side,
I'll never forget the way you look tonight;
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight,
I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing,
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side,
And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away,
And I have never had such a feeling,
Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight;
The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,
There's nobody here, it's just you and me,
It's where I want to be,
But I hardly know this beauty by my side,
I'll never forget the way you look tonight;
I never will forget the way you look tonight...
The lady in red, the lady in red,
The lady in red, my lady in red,
I love you...
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