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Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own no portion of the Harry
Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of JK
Rowling. Dianthus Brandywine
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.

I welcome comments and reviews,
including harsh criticisms and flames. I
may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrassment, but rest
assured that I will read them and take any appropriate statements to heart.

I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you�ll note that this is actually part III � parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.

Also, smut picks up again in Chapter
Twelve, if that�s what you�re looking for.
That�s perfectly fine. But I say
again you may be a bit confused when you get there if you don�t slog through
the chapters leading up to it.

*****

Chapter Nine �
Shopping with Snape

Dianthus threw on
the bra and knickers and yanked on a clean robe.

�Now get out,�
Snape ordered, when she was finished.

�What are you
talking about?�

�This is repugnant
enough without you ogling me every step of the way. Get out!�
He pointed toward the bedroom door.

Dianthus flounced
from the room. Snape slammed the door
behind her. She didn�t have any idea
what he was talking about, but she definitely wanted to know what he was doing
in there. She slipped her s ons on and
sat on the couch, fidgeting, until the door to her bedroom opened. She craned her neck, but Snape didn�t appear.

�What are you
doing?� she called.

�Wishi�d n�d never
been born,� he snarled.

She scrambled up
from the couch and ran to the bedroom door.
�Severus, what��

But then she saw
quite clearly, what. He was standing in
front of her vanity, looking at himself in the mirror, wearing genuine Muggle
clothes and a look of unqualified disgust.
He had a long-sleeved Muggle shirt tucked neatly into black Muggle dress
pants. He was tugging at the collar as
if it strangled him.

Dianthus gazed in
wonder at him. �You have legs,� she
said.

�How do Muggles
wear these every day?� He adjusted the
crotch of the pants. �I feel like I
can�t breathe, Dianthus.�

�You can unbutton
the collar a little,� she said, moving to do it for him. �Isn�t that better?�

�That�s not what
can�t breathe,� he snorted.

She looked again
at the clothing. The shirt seemed to be
made of silk � it was very soft under her hand, in any case. Like the pants, the shirt was black. Even the buttons were black. �Where did you get these clothes?�

�I�ve had them,�
he said, still distracted by the pants.
�I used to have to wear them when�� He broke off with a scowl. �I�ve had them for a while.�

�Are the underwear
black, too?� she said gravely.

�Let�s just go, so
I can get out of this horror,� he growled, buttoning his collar again.

�You look quite
lovely,� she said. It was the
truth. She�d never seen him in anything
but robes, but he didn�t look out of place in the Muggle clothing. His legs seemed a mile long in the elegantly
pressed slacks, with their crease that looked like you could cut through ham
with it. And the shirt contrasted with
his fair skin, highlighting his delicate eyebrows and making his eyes seem that
much darker.

�I look like a
complete idiot,� he said savagely.

�You look very
nice,� said the mirror, in a subdued voice.
It seemed even the old battle ax was intimidated by Snape.

�You look like a
Muggle,� Dianthus assured him. She
caressed the front of the pants. �How�s
my little ma she she asked softly.

�Pretty fucking
unhappy,� he said grimly. �They call
these relaxed fit,� and here he grabbed at the pleats in the front of the
pants, �but they aren�t making me feel one bit relaxed.�

Snape seemed to know
where he wanted to go. He confidently
hailed them a taxi, astounding Dianthus again with his knowledge of the Muggle
world, and said in an authoritative voice, �Harrod�s.�

�That�s where
Melanie�s mum said we should go,� said Dianthus.

�How fascinating,�
Snape said. �But I would rather we not
talpan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I don�t enjoy Muggle
transportation.� He held her hand
tightly as the cab weaved in and out of traffic, and tugged her quickly out of
the car when it stopped, before throwing several bills in through the driver�s
window. �Keep it,� he snarled, turning
away and dragging Dianthus behind him into the store.

�Severus,�
Dianthus whispered. �I don�t have any
Muggle money.�

�So?� he said with
a shrug, already studying the store directory.
Then he looked at her. �Do you
require make-up?� he asked uncertainly.

�D'>�Do I?� she asked
him.

�No,� he
said. He turned back to the
directory. �Ladies� fashions,� he said
derisively. �Yes. Let�s go.�
He flatly refused to get into the elevator, and so they took the stairs up
to the women�s clothing section.

Snape steered her
toward the evening wear, and began flicking through dresses at top speed. �Severus,� she snapped, after he had gone
through an entire rack without pausing once.
�Do I have any say in this?�

�Obviously, you
do,� he said, continuing to flip through dresses.

�Doesn�t seem like
it,� she said irritably.

�I�m looking for
something,� he murmured distractedly.

�Can I help you,
sir?� A saleswoman had come to Dianthus�
rescue.

Snape glared at
her. �Where are the blue ones?� he
demanded.

�Blue is not
really in fashion this season, sir,� sniffed the woman. �We have some very elegant lavender��

�I don�t give a
damn what�s in fashion,� Snape said coldly.
salesaleswoman looked extremely offended. �We will require blue.� He pointed at Dianthus. �Dark blue, like her eyes.�

�Will you excuse
us for just a moment?� said Dianthus to the saleswoman. She pulled Snape away. �You are being extremely rude,� she hissed at
him.

�She is supposed
to assist us,� Snape said stubbornly, glaring at the saleswoman again.

�She can�t offer
what they don�t have,� said Dianthus pleadingly. �Let�s just pick something else.� She led him back to the rack of dresses. �What would you recommend?� she asked the
saleswoman. Dianthus felt Snape moving
away down the aisle of clothing, continuing to flip through dresses, apparently
not at all interested in what the woman had to say.

The saleswoman
glanced up and down at Dianthus. �It�s
difficult to tell your body style with that on,� she said slowly. Dianthus heard Snape snort. The woman glanced nervously at him, then back
at Dianthus. �But I think you might do
well with something like this.� She
picked up a dress and held it out. �Not
this color, perhaps, but the style might flatter your shape. It�s extremely popular, strapless is all the
rage right now. Would you like to try it
on?�

�Sure,� mumbled
Dianthus, watching Snape; he was halfway across the floor. This is not necessary.� She waved the bag in the air.

�I know it�s not
necessary, Dianthus,� he said, with a crooked smile. �They�re a gift.�

�I � I��

�Please accept
them with some grace,� he said quietly.

Dianthus lowered
the bag. �I feel like I should give you
something,� she muttered.

�You already
have,� he whispered, bringing her left hand to his mouth and pressing the ring
he�d given her to his lips. �You�ve
given me you.� He pulled her to him and kissed her again,
more intently than before. Dianthus
heard the saleswoman sigh dreamily behind her.
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