A Perusal of Sorts (Stalking 101)
AN Notes: It was really accidental, he kept telling himself. Severus Snape finds Hermione Granger, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at a lounge where the muggle high powered business savvy men and woman in Muggle London rub elbows, made decisions, and if lucky, a one night stand. Content is M rated for future chapters.
What was she doing there, and why did she avoid red headed men? Severus will find out!
Ignores DH and deaths. JK Rowlings owns this and I makes no money.
Chapter 1: My, My What a Surprise
Severus Snape was a wizard that kept to himself, thank you very much.
After the Final Battle, Neville Longbottom came to the Shrieking Shack after listening to the Golden Trio blubber and cry about how Professor Snape had died in front of their eyes, and how heroic he was and what his memories revealed.
Severus supposed that the boy grew a backbone and waltzed down to see his dead body just to spit on his most hated professor's body.
While he was lying in a pool of his own blood, piss and shit (Yes, being bitten several times by a large Magical snake does lead to a set of worn underwear to be soiled), and semi-conscious, he sensed a flutter of air near his face.
Severus's eyes shot open wide and Neville did jump back, but did not run.
"No spitting on your body today." Neville sadly remarked, reaching into his robes and found the beaded bag that Hermione gave him just in case the sour wizard survived.
Severus felt the boy cradle his head and forced Pepper -Up and Blood Replenishing potions down his throat.
He felt bandages wrapped around his neck. Dammit, he felt a whole lot better and sure he would not die. So much for his plan.
Neville leaned toward him. "I really should take you back to the castle, where you can get treated, but I think you would not want that."
Severus managed to blink his eyes repeatedly, hoping the klutz would realize a "no".
Neville looked at him considering and suddenly barked out a short laugh. "Okay Professor Snape. I'll take you to my Gram's house and we'll summon a healer from St. Mungo's then. Least I could do as your Headmastership made me realize I was more than what I realized."
Neville noticed Snape gave a small nod. The potions were beginning to work.
Neville picked up the injured man and snorted in disgust. "You smell like Thresatal shit, Headmaster Snape."
Severus managed to croak out. "Don't call me Headmaster, and how do you know what that smells like?"
Severus, slung over Neville's shoulder, began to lose consciousness, but not before he heard a short laugh. "I should know Sir; you've given me detention with Hagrid enough times to shovel it."
And that was how he, Severus Snape was taken and allowed to heal with no visitors whatsoever except for Minister Kingsley and selected Healers from St. Mungo's.
At first, the hero reputation kept him amused. Taking the witches and shunning the wizards that offered willingly to him. It took a year to get that to stop. Sure, there was sex, but most could not match him to his intelligence and that got boring after a while.
After that, he cut himself off from any Ministry engagements that the Ministry of Magic offered on a yearly basis. Just because the Golden Trio could not say no to flaunt themselves in public, he most certainly could and did, despite the threat of taking his job away.
The problem was, they could not do that. Sure, he was Lead Investigator in the Department of Mysteries, under the office of Magical Law Enforcement. Big freaking deal, and he made that clear.
Threats could not change his mind, because he could easily walk away from his job and never be bothered about it.
So here he sat, Severus Snape, at one of the most exclusive clubs in London, catering to the most powerful men and women in Muggle business and Government society.
A few suggestions with his wand, and a Polyjuice potion he altered to last twelve hours to change his appearance resulted in the creation of Mike Spence, handsome man and owner of several lucrative businesses.
The businesses always changed based on a quick flick of his wan under the table, and then an Obliviate afterwards.
His target women where those in a power position that wanted to be commanded in bed by a strong man.
He did that with enthusiasm. And before he Obliviated them, they were most vocal in their appreciation.
Once again, here he was, 7 year habit So here he sat at the Lounge, and perked up when the murmur of voices silenced, and in walked Hermione Granger.
His boss. Hermione Granger, wearing a women's grey Armani business jacket with matching skirt. Oh what every hot-blooded man immediately thought of.
He leaned back in his seat and watched the natron sit her to tables chair from him.
My, My, My what a surprise.