Chapter 8: Slumbering Inquisition

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Room 14, Grand Lodge Hotel, Canyon Hills, Australia, Wizarding World...

The sight of her formerly naked neighbor leaving her room was still heavily imprinted into the mind of Hermione Granger as she lied back in her bed, freshly bathed from her time in the tub and well on her way to a decent night's sleep. The image of the elegant ivory mask had gotten her attention a bit more than his half naked body had as he stood in her small haven away from home.

"Why did he wear a mask?" she asked aloud confused as to why his face had been covered.

She thought back to the night she'd come in worn from work much as she had been this night and caught sight of the pale man naked as the day he was born strolling through his side of the suite as if he had not a single care in the world.

He'd been just about as naked this night as he had the previous one.

His eyes had been strangely familiar and yet she couldn't seem to place them.

With a sigh, she decided to stop her brain before it got going on this semi-great mystery given that she had yet another early morning to arise for and a very old-fashioned wizard to contend with over the magical artifact that she had come to secure for the Ministry Of Magic Offices.

There would be plenty of time to assess the strange man in the suite beside her once the weekend came.

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Room 13, Grand Lodge Hotel, Canyon Hills, Australia, Wizarding World...

Severus Snape stretched out in his newly freshened bed unsure what to make of his new neighbor, especially given that she had been none other than the insufferable know it all Hermione Jean Granger.

At first glance, he had been hoping that he'd been mistaken and that he was merely imagining the very chit that had gotten him into all this by ruining the one chance he had at a martyr's end following the attack from the dark lord's serpent Nagini.

Once he got a look into those familiar innocent amber eyes, there was no mistaking whom they had belonged to. Snape rolled his eyes content now that the enchanted mask had been off his face and he was free to enjoy his slumber without it. There was no danger of the know it all barging into his room, even with the door the way it was due to the enchantments placed on his half of the suite to prevent his identity from being known.

Pansy had been a special case of course, she'd spent a good deal of time in his orbit and even more so in his bed ever since she stumbled upon this place during a whimsical trip to Australia. The annoying chit had been drawn to him ever since.

Ginny Potter had been another matter.

She'd stumbled upon this place in search of refuge when her life with Potter got to dull to pretend otherwise.

Now here was Granger of all people.

The former Potions Professor wouldn't have put it passed her to have come here by accident as she was never big on sexual gratification even as a teenage girl with a good many wizards to choose from.

No.

Her eyes had always been on him from the very first moment she stepped into his Potions Classroom.

Snape rolled his eyes once more at the thought.

He had been much too exhausted from his exploits with Pansy Parkinson to indulge in his annoyance with Hermione Granger's presence in his own little circle of hell in the wizarding world.

A weighted sigh escaped him as he resolved himself to forgo any attempt to make sense of the current state of things with the insufferable witch and rest up for the heavy line of demanding clients come morning.

As he made up his mind to drop the questions about her, his obsidian eyes went toward the direction of the door that separated his half of the suite from hers. There had to be some reason why a repressed workaholic like Hermione Granger would ever venture to a place created to enhance the pleasure of it's guests who visit just for the chance to shag one of Scarlet's letter gentleman.

No longer interested in wrestling with his thoughts, Severus Snape turned his attention toward getting a good night's sleep. Of course his decision not to dwell on the strange young witch's reasons for being in a place like this did little to quell the aspect of him that had become accustomed to bedding his former students.

He'd taken both Ginerva Potter and Pansy Parkinson to bed and it resulted in a rather pleasurable outcome for all three of them. He saw no difference in Hermione Granger being added to the list. The more the idea made itself known in his rest fevered mind the more it appealed to him that she'd potentially be one of his clients.

Something of a wicked smirk filed across his pale face in the wake of such unsavory thoughts. How fitting the girl whom had gone through such lengths to keep him alive would be impaled upon his rather enormous and infamous cock soon enough knowing all too well the wayward desires of young witches, especially those whom had been former students, Snape did not have a single doubt in his mind that this would be true.

He'd have Granger spouting nonsensical tones and pleading for his ire in no time given all that she'd done to ensure his miserable existence continued despite him wishing to be rid of this life following the unsavory events he participated in during the second wizarding war.

The former Potions Master had fallen asleep with the amusement of how the insufferable young Gryffindor would react once she became aware of where she layed her head following all those tedious hours hovering over a desk and being berated for her gender. It was something to look forward to at least.