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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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Catherine - I'm glad that you liked previous chapter, I hope that you'll like this one too :)
A/N: Another chapter from Sev's POV, but than again, this part is better to experience from his POV than hers.
I had a fun time writing this chapter and I hope you'll have at least bit of fun reading it. Don't hate me but I do enjoy doing this to him ;)
Comment your thoughts on what's going to happen next ^_^
Wicked Game

- You knew!!! – Severus was roaring through the floo call
- Severus, they did not confirm, I did have my suspicions. Why is it so upsetting to you? –
- I was hoping to run away from headlines, not to cause more of them! –
- What headlines can you expect? You are there with wizarding population of entire world, chances are you will barely have opportunity to converse. –
- Do you honestly expect me to consider that reply as valid? She is your star pupil, you know her better than I do! – “As if that is the case.” – Do you honestly trust she will not attempt to…socialize…with me? All that it takes is one journalist! –
- I don’t see… -
- Yes...you don’t, hence lies the problem. May I remind you that I’m still professor at school in which you are Headmistress. Don’t you mind how scandal of this proportions may reflect on your reputation, if you don’t have inclination to safeguard mine? –
- Let me worry about school's reputation. Now, how was the plane flight? -
- Fantastic. – he replied politely, allowing sarcasm to drip from every syllable he spoke – My intestines are still plastered to my brain. Shall I go and bring a cup of tea, while we chat, so that I don’t talk on the empty stomach about the…sodding…weather and tea cookies. –
- You can always shy away from conversing to her if you see it as necessity. -
- All right Minerva, I’ll do my best to attempt and sidestep your lioness… -
- You are both members of scientific wizarding community Severus. – Minerva’s voice was trembling from anger – You are not only her rotation Master, you were adviser on the project she presents. No one can say anything that can’t be disputed with those simple facts, even if you are seen together! I suggest you to stop ragging and use this time to resolve any issues you have! As I told you, I won’t force you to attend their lectures, moreover, it is advisable that you don’t. Our scientific community is small as it is, with your knowledge…well, we don’t need young scientists scarred for life with only two or three of your remarks. –
- Then why did you sent me here? –
- Go and see the city. Barcelona is wonderful town. Go sightseeing, enjoy the sea air. I admit, winter is not best time to visit but it still has lot to offer. –
- I’ll do my best to oblige Minerva. Consider this trip my last favor to you or school. –
- Severus…-
Fuming he canceled the floo call. He was a drowning man, and instead of the lifesaver they tossed him an anchor. Granted that Minerva couldn’t even begin to fantom what was the cause of his anger, regardless, that didn't give her the right to manipulate him as she did. He was entitled to all facts before accepting this… and yet, Minerva was the least of his problems.
They all did their best to literally push the young woman next to him, undoubtedly counting on his strength to maintain their relationship on polite, professional level. Problem was…he had no strength…not anymore. Not after… He nearly died for them once already, did they desired for him to die once more? Maybe with more success this time? Didn’t they understand that Severus Snape is just a man? Plain, fallible, lonely man with needs and desires like rest of them.
Pacing angrily back and forth, he had no desire to go down and face his colleagues, doubting that he would be able to swallow a bite, but growling stomach proved him otherwise. Glancing at the muggle clock, still disoriented slightly with time difference, he skipped first meal of the day and ate almost nothing for lunch. Dinner was served for another 2 hours in the hotel restaurant. If he goes there before closing time, he might just manage not to see her.
He deemed himself incapable of developing any kind of sentimental feelings, little less falling in love, but there he was. She was absolute perfection! And the more he knew her, the more she leached on to his heart. Smart, quick to ask and answer, so naïve, so pure. Like a ray of sunshine after darkness he was lived in for decades. Her genuine gentleness was captivating. He had to protect her, protect her future, even at the price of himself.
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It was quarter till nine when he ventured in to the almost empty dining room, filling his plate he chose the most secluded table in the darkest corner he could find. Savoring the flavor of rigatoni with shrimp, calamari and basil he closed his eyes, pondering on the list of lectures for tomorrow. Even if he didn’t originally plan to listen any of it, few titles caught his attention. Nearly dropping off his fork at the sound of her voice
- Good evening, Master Snape, may I join you? – not waiting for reply she placed her plate across his and sat down
- By all means Miss Granger, feel free, next time you don’t even have to ask. – he intoned dryly, eyes glued to his plate
- Oh, thank you Master Snape! – she cried happily and he sharply raised his head
“Mistake, big mistake.” – That is unusual attire for conference Miss Granger, I do hope that you have something less…reviling for your presentation. – he shoved a full fork in his mouth just so he could have excuse to swallow.
There she was, self-invited, sitting across him in almost no clothes. Her blouse was thin, almost transparent. Hugging her back, but exposing her bare, perfect, shoulders and more than generous portion of her cleavage. Hair tamed in to a loose bun with mischievous tendrils drawing attention to her long neck.
- What? Oh this? Few of us are going to the night club later, I am dressed for the occasion. –
- Mhm. – was all he could muster
- You disapprove? –
- Of what? – with religious dedication he paid attention to his plate, his heart fighting against every bite he took, as the food went down his heart was steadily advancing up
- Of this outfit. – she sounded disappointed
- Miss Granger, you are your own person, my approval or disapproval of your look is of no consequence. –
- True. I didn’t see you today, did you enjoy the city? –
- I am afraid that plane ride and change of bed did not agree with my old age, I spent my day in the room. –
- Master Snape you are not old, not by muggle and certainly not by wizarding standards. I was just about to ask you to join us. –
- Join you? –
- Yes, on our visit to the club. – he raised his eyes “Is she insane?” he certainly was if he allowed himself to forget and look at her. His eyes were gliding towards the path between the swell of her breasts, pressed with a black lace. And the only reason he knew it is a black lace is because the blasted peace of torturing lace was peeking through the edges of her blouse, pressing the soft, jittery, globes close and up. He took a swing of…prune juice?
- Oh, I’m sorry, that’s my glass Master. –
- Thank you, for your generous invitation but I must decline. –
- Lykke will be disappointed. She asked me about you, she seen us talking at the airport and asked me about “handsome, dark man” from the airport. I think she has a thing for you. -
- Mhm. – he mumbled, frowning – Miss Granger can I … ask you something? –
- Yes! – she leaned towards him over the table, eyes full of expectation, pushing her cleavage out of the skimpy material further. Black spots danced in front of his eyes as he grabbed his glass and almost downed it
- First of all, may I ask that in the future you do not indulge in matchmaking concerning my person. –
- I apologize Master, I never … -
- I believe I was talking Miss Granger. – he cut her off – Second, as honorary as the title is, may I ask you to refrain yourself from using it, at least while we are in muggle world? –
- Why? – she blinked, doe-like eyes utterly confused
- Unlike in the wizarding society, Miss Granger, muggles may misinterpret its meaning, and I am more than willing to avoid any misconceptions about the nature of our relationship. –
- I don’t… - she started and he tilted his head
- Honestly Miss Granger, you are after all muggleborn, are you not? –
- Yes, but what that’s got to do with… - she stopped mid-sentence, he could see the clogs in her head turning – Ou! Ooooooooooooou! –
- Ou, indeed. –
- How I am gonna call you then. –
- Professor will suffice. – he replied dryly, returning to his meal. Her eyes drilled the hole in his face much the same way that her cleavage drilled the hole in his stomach.
- Professor…, may I ask you something. – he motioned her to continue, seemingly dedicated to his food – If I might be so bold to ask… I know is none of my business…but, since you already shared information…well…you see, I’m trying to understand…about what you said at the airport…about… -
“You landed yourself in this mess, now suffer the consequences.” – About the toilet? – asked, doing his best to sound nonchalant, like it is highly uninteresting and boring topic. She nodded. He should’ve known she was not one to let go
- You are correct Miss Granger, it is none of your business. But, I will indulge you, if nothing than to avoid being followed by you in order to solve the mystery. As it turns, of lately, I developed…condition…as side effect forced me, more times than I am willing to admit, to utilize public toilets. –
- Professor! I…I…Did you…is there anything Poppy or healers form St. Mungo’s can do? –
- I am afraid Poppy or any healer, for that matter, can’t help me. –
- Are you sure? –
- Quite sure. –
- Is…is it…from the bite? Is there anyone who can help? –
- No, miss Granger, it is not the bite. The problem will disappear the same way it appeared. –
- If I can help in any way… - her eyes looked scared, was she scared about him?
“You are the only one who can, unfortunately.” moaned his mind, how did he manage to tangle up in this conversation, by his own stupidity, that’s how “How I managed to survive two wars impersonating double spy with these verbal skills is beyond me.” feeling like he is fumbling over his own words, struggling with every sentence.
- There is no need to concern yourself about it. I will survive Miss Granger, I am taking all necessary precautions… - “Not that I'm succeeding in them, as you are sitting at my table half naked.”
- Is there anything I can do? –
“Merlin, she is like a dog with a bone.” - As a matter of fact, there is. – she looked at him full of hope “Would you fuck with me?” – Stop. Talking. About. It. –
- Oh! Yes, yes of course. I apologize. How inconsiderate of me. – she blushed, and he beat down the urge to run his fingers over flushed cheeks – It is time to meet with the others, are you sure you don’t want to join? You don’t even have to change. –
- I am sure. I’ll stay here for a bit longer, indulge in a glass of wine and study the schedule for lectures. – he tapped his finger on pile of printed material he took with him.
- Well then, thank you for the company and conversation, Professor. –
- You are most welcome Miss Granger. Have a nice night. –
She stood up and his vision blurred, he honestly prayed that he does not look at her cross-eyed. Scanty blouse was accompanied with no more than a wider belt impersonating skirt, revealing full length of her legs. She walked towards the exit, slightly swaying her hips, balancing on 12 inch heels.
He could imagine her in his bed, wearing nothing more than that black lace and those heels, he probably wouldn’t mind to feel stab of those heels in his lover back as he… “Stop it, you are already signed on for staying here more than a bit longer as it is. Why didn't I bring the potion with me?” he knew the answer, he never expected her to be here. But she was, concerned about his health and half naked.
He entertained idea about following her, unnoticed, to the club, defend her from unwanted suitors if the need arises. Then again, he might just end up defending her against all suitors, or fucking her against some wall. Who would be able to defend her against him? He shook his head “I better go in to the room and…polish my wand…is that the term kids use these days?”
Wicked Game – Chris Isaak
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you, with you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(this girl is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one.
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