Grey Velvet, Red Lace
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He saw her from the corner, grey velvet hugging her very ample adult curves. She was a quiet beauty, not one that captured the room or even knew she had a silent grace.
She was different, wearing a muggle dress among stuffy robes. She was no longer the girl he taught, but one he would like to take in to a quiet room and ravish.
She was dancing with a man with salt and pepper hair, a happy grin on her face. He knew she must have noticed the soft yellow light hit the man's hair right before it turned, very literally, into strings of salt and pepper.
He was a jealous man. He knew that. She was going to be his tonight. Only his.
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She saw the yellow light and had to stifle her laughter. Of course, the man had no idea she wasn't into him but rather humored by his situation.
It was wholly more comical because the man hadn't a clue his hair had changed.
"Can I. . . take you out some time, Hermione Granger?" the wizard had no idea, had he?
"I've got enough spice in my life, but thank you sir." She told him. He was really a sweet man, but she was seasoned enough.
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She was walking confidently through the doors on the far side of the ballroom. He knew there was a balcony there, lined in soft white fairy lights. He knew she would pick up a tiny white flower and sniff it before placing it gently behind her ear.
It was what she did every time she attended a party here.
He followed.
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"Salt and pepper? Really?" she laughed as she turned to face him.
"I'm a jealous man, Granger." He growled at her, his voice like silk and knives. She felt a chill down her spine.
"Oh really, sir?" she said daringly, edging close to him.
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He looked down at her, cinnamon scented tangles twisted into a tail, a few errant hairs falling into a face tinged red with heat.
"I claim number eight." He told her, pulling her close to him.
"My boss is here!" she exclaimed, but her eyes told otherwise as he pushed her to the wall, the skirt of her dress inching up. He knew she could feel the bricks on the bare skin of her back, and soon she would be lost in him.
"Let him be."
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It was something they always did. Play a game like they hadn't been together for years. It was a secret relationship, but one that they had never tried to hide.
People were oblivious to what was different until they were forced to see it.
The faint smell of sex, the red lace of a bra, and two bodies pressed up against the wall was all Ronald Weasley needed to know that he wasn't getting Hermione back anytime soon.
Even if he couldn't tell who had her so taken.
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"Ron, you seen Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron didn't speak, only pointed towards the balcony. He had too much thinking to do.
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"Granger, you vex me." Gods, how she loved his voice. She gently pulled her dress down, shivering again as his breath hit her neck. He backed away slowly.
She grinned.
"I will see you at my flat, sir?" She asked, fixing the strap of her red lacy bra. He nodded and left, robes billowing behind him. She followed closely behind, not seeing Harry coming through the entryway to her left.
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He walked out onto the balcony, trying to make sense of Hermione and Snape standing out there together.
And then he saw the little red lace thong on the ground.
And it all made perfectly strange and slightly disturbing sense in the end.
A/N:
Totally the sexiest thing I've written. Still not that sexy. For rowan-greenleaf.
I kind of abandoned your plot.