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 2: Observation
Severus Snape was a wizard who quickly learned that observation was a skill to be honed to keep one alive when he spied for the Order of the Phoenix.
He moved his chair until it was in a mostly dark spot and watched her.
The matron came back with a glass of white wine, which she accepted, sipping it as she looked around.
She removed her jacket and placed it back on the chair, revealing a crisp, plain white button down blouse, the top three button undone giving one a hint of cleavage.
Several men and women dropped by her table, and what looked like a lively chat was going on.
After about 5 minutes, she reached in her purse and handed out what looked like business cards and handed them out. The men shook her hand and wandered off to the bar.
So, she was conducting business, Severus thought to himself.
But he did not believe that. The tantalizing view of her cleavage, which made a man think what more could be revealed, told him otherwise.
And at this establishment, being on the hunt for someone was subtle things like that.
Hermione finished her wine and fiddled with her briefcase with it for a few moments before putting it back down.
If he wasn't watching her so intently, he would have missed it. Two very small phials containing a red and a green liquid.
He smirked to himself. He knew what they were. Whoever would have thought that Hermione Granger, Head of Magical Law Enforcement was into giving out roofies to unsuspecting muggle men.
The concoction she was giving them did not have them pass out and loose long periods of time, but force lust and compulsion. Compulsion to the first person the victim laid eyes on.
Hermione moved away from her table and headed to the bar, insinuating herself in with a group of young men and women around her age.
"Very slick." Severus thought to himself. It was a tactic he used when on the hunt here.
After a few moments, he made his way to the bar to observe. Truly he was watching a lioness on the hunt. No, that was a bit too nice. He was watching a stalker.
Moving to the outer edge of the group he listened in on the conversation.
Boring. Muggle economics.
Most became dis-interested, until one man was left who was obviously interested in her. Probably disappointed as her subtle hint did not match the conversation.
A small touch to her hand, leaning close to her. Subtle hints of interest.
Severus snorted. So predictable. He did not act like that at all.
Soon the lioness made for the kill. "John, may I buy you a drink?"
And just like that, the prey fell into the claws of lioness. John Campbell, broker, who worked in the Square Mile of London.
She spiked his drink and motioned the muggle man to follow her back to her table.
Hermione and the man toasted one another, eyes never breaking contact.
After about 5 minutes, Severus observed the couple head toward the stairs near the entrance.
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Severus placed himself in an out of the way spot and waited near the entrance. He reflected on the event that transpired
He wondered why he never noticed her. After, all this has been his hunting ground for 7 years. He would have noticed her, that he was sure of.
So, she was new at this. At least new at this place. Her skill in spiking the drink was evidence that she was not new to this.
She used her real name. So either she was not worried about being found out, or Hermione Granger actually has business interest in the Muggle world. His club did not let just anyone in. He had to carefully craft Mike Spence just to get an invitation. Invitation and membership were recommended by other members.
After two hours, Severus observed the muggle man, John walking down the stairs with Hermione behind him. He did not miss the hesitation of the man before continuing down the stairs or the fact that Hermione had he wand in hand.
He watched John continue back to the bar, before turning his attention back to the witch.
She stood there, all prim an proper, shirt buttoned up and jacket on, like she just finished a meeting.
He noticed her wand still in hand, watching the bar. She slowly began to raise it, moving the wand in a slow, complex, way
Severus jumped into action. There was no way he was going to be part of a mass Obliviate.
He bumped against her hard, briefcase and wand falling on the ground.
Dazed, she looked at him with a bit of anger.
"So sorry." Severus quipped out in a proper British accent Londoner's have. "I've just realized I'm late for a flight." Bending down and grabbing her wand and briefcase and handed it back to her.
"I hope to see you here again. My name is Mike Spence. Once again, sorry for smashing into you."
He left the club immediately.
He very much wanted Hermione Granger to remember the name of Mike Spence.
