"So what do you think?" Hermione said as she twirled in front of her good friend Severus Snape's desk.
Truthfully, Severus couldn't say what he REALLY thought.
The second Hermione has pushed through his door and walked up to his desk was the very second he stopped seeing her as his friend, and a fellow professor at Hogwarts. It was when he first saw her as the perfect, gorgeous woman she had become.
Trailing his eyes along her form, he fixed a raised eyebrow and a look of boredom to his face as he slowly perused her neck, her cleavage, (of which the dress showed much), her narrow waist and generous hips, to the split of the dress that stopped halfway up her thigh to reveal thigh high black stockings to go with the black halterneck dress.
He couldn't even stand to appraise her form properly, as he really didn't want her to see his reaction to it.
"What do you think?" She repeated.
He sighed for effect, then looked back at his work.
"You look fine." He answered.
"Fine? That's it?" He could hear the pout in her voice.
"What's the occasion?" he asked, not looking up for fear he wouldn't be able to control himself with a second look.
"I'm going on a date." She smiled. He looked up quickly.
"Where?" He asked.
"Oh. Well. I don't really know yet. I haven't exactly ASKED him." She smiled nervously.
"What? Why would you dress up when you're not even sure he'll say yes?" He looked at her incredulously.
"I figure if he sees me in this, he'll say yes." She beamed brightly at him.
"If he doesn't say yes, then he's an idiot." He then blurted out. Cringing, he looked back down to his papers.
"Now if you don't mind, I have papers to mark. Shouldn't you be off finding your date?" He was trying to get her to leave. If he heard any more about this idiot she was asking out, he'd have to go find him and rip his throat out.
Simply because he was sure no one could treat Hermione as well as she deserves.
'As well as I could.' His brain added.
"Well. Severus. That's why I'm here." She stepped up next to him at his desk and he caught the smell of her perfume. It filled his brain and made him dizzy. He gripped the quill tighter.
"If you're going to try to get me to ask him out for you, there is NO chance." He growled.
She knelt down next to him.
"Go out with me?" She stuttered.
His eyes shot to hers.
"What?" He spat.
"I am here to ask you out, Severus. Please?" Her gorgeous brow line crinkled with worry.
She was worried he wouldn't say yes.
Well, he wasn't an idiot.
"Me? You want to ask me out?" He was shocked, and disbelieving. It couldn't be a joke, Hermione wasn't that cruel. No, if this was a joke, it was VERY cruel, and he wouldn't take very kindly to it.
"I like you, Severus. And I knew you would never see me as anything more than a friend unless I convinced you I am, in fact, a woman." She stood as she said this and gestured to herself.
He nodded.
Reaching out, he ran his hand from her elbow to her fingers. He watched the goosebumps rise and saw her shiver. Grasping her hand, he pulled her onto his lap.
She squealed, then laughed.
"Is this your way of saying yes, Severus?" She whispered in his ear.
"Oh, most definitely.." He replied as he kissed her neck.