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Snape cheerfully strolled outside, trying not to swing the baskets he was holding. Ha! That must show her how much desire I've been feeling! She's been getting me hot and bothered since she arrived. He set the baskets on top of a sleek red Mini Cooper, and opened the car doors.

"Granger!" Snape called out, too lazy to get the other baskets.

Hermione walked out of the laboratory door to the garage, carrying the other baskets. She heard Snape's voice and glowered. That smug bastard, she thought, teasing me. How dare he! She marched towards Snape and set the baskets down heavily.

"Is everything alright?" Snape teased, running his hand through his hair.

"Just dandy," Hermione shot back, and opened the car door.

"Hey, no sitting down. Help me put the baskets in the back."

"Ugh," Hermione moaned, as she got up and almost threw the baskets into the back seats.

Snape just grinned. "Get in," he said, as he turned the key, starting the engine.

Hermione huffed and got in, slamming the door.

"What's got you upset?" Snape asked wickedly, though he knew the answer.

"Nothing," Hermione said, and looked out the window as the car sped past the entrance to the chateau.

Snape smiled. This girl was feisty. "This town is nice. It is called Rivière Jardin.

"River garden," Hermione mused. "Pretty name."

"So, Gringotts has a little franchise in this town. You could get some money."

"This sounds nice."

"It is nice," Snape admitted, in a non-sarcastic voice. "It's one of the few French Wizarding villages left. However, there isn't much to do. There is a green grocer, a butcher, and so forth. There is also a park and bookstore, and that's about it."

"A bookstore?" Hermione asked joyfully.

Snape arched a dark eyebrow and chuckled. "I should have known that the Gryffindor princess wouldn't last long without wide variety of books."

"Books are nice," Hermione said defensively.

Snape just laughed.

Hermione smiled timidly at her lap. I have never heard Snape laugh so much, ever. This is startling. Perhaps it is because he finds me amusing. I didn't know he found anyone amusing. He is certainly acting strange.

"We're here," Snape said, and grabbed the baskets.

Hermione got up and looked around. They were parked on the outskirts of a town square, where many tables and stalls had been set up for the Saturday market. It was a very nice old cobblestone town square, with a few shops surrounding it, including a book store.

"Do you mind?" Snape's sardonic voice called out to her, muffled by a table.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, and rushed to help Snape set up the table.

"So," Snape said, as they arranged the vials carefully and pulled out some chairs, "I know you don't speak French, so just smile and nod and accept the money."

"I'm helping the customers?" Hermione yelped, nearly snapping herself into the folding chair.

Snape groaned. "Yes, you thick-headed girl."

Hermione sighed. This was going to be a long day.

Well, this isn't too bad. Hermione thought as she pushed some Sickles into the money pouch. She was surprised at how much money Snape was making, but this wasn't a lot. How can he afford to feed himself?

"I know what you're thinking," Snape said, as he handed an elderly woman a vial of Dreamless Sleep. "I also run a mail-order service."

Ahhh, Hermione thought. That makes sense now. She turned to the next customer, who was a middle aged man. He murmured some words Hermione could not understand. She simply gestured at the potions in front of her.

The man picked up a large pint of Murtlap Essence and handed her 8 galleons and 5 sickles. Hermione started to slid the coins into the money pouch when she felt someone's sneaky hand creep up her skirt. It traveled quickly down her knickers, and started to stroke her.

"Mer-Merci beau coup," Hermione stuttered, as the man walked away. She turned to look at Snape, who pretended to be preoccupied, chatting with two surly looking warlocks.

"I need to go to the restroom," Hermione shakily said as she quickly got up. She turned back to look at Snape, who was licking his fingers and looking at her. Hermione groaned and ran to the green grocer.

She walked rapidly through the store, until she found the restroom. Shaking, she slipped inside a stall and stuck her fingers down her panties, which were soaking wet. How dare Snape do this to me? Hermione's fingers found her clit, and she started rubbing furiously.

Just then, a little girl's voice piped up from the door. "Maman?"

Hermione guiltily slid her fingers away. She didn't want to come in the middle of the bathroom and ruin that child's innocence. She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and went back to the table.

The sight she saw irritated her. Snape was avidly talking to two French women, who were both young and probably Veela. One of them was batting her eyelashes, while the other was tugging her shirt lower, exposing her chest more prominently.

Those bitches! Hermione thought, and walked over to sit down. "How may I help you ladies?" She asked, trying to look nonchalant and unconcerned. The taller Veela gave Hermione a once over, and said something French . Then, they both burst into high pitched giggles, while Snape was trying not to laugh.

"May I introduce you to these lovely ladies named Delphine and Cosette," Snape sleazily said, sneaking his hand over to Hermione's lap, gently stroking her thigh.

Hermione was about to open her mouth and yell at him when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a nervous sandy haired young man.

"SEAMUS!" Hermione cried, and grabbed him into a huge hug. Seamus Finnegan was a classmate and fellow Gryffindor who Hermione had a slight crush on in First Year.

"Nice to see you too," Seamus laughed and affectionately patted Hermione on the head. Unknown to Hermione, Seamus had always desired Hermione, ever since the Yule Ball.

"So, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, very happily.

"Well," Seamus said, "I decided to do an internship at Flourish and Blotts, so they sent me to their French franchise here."

"Wow, that's pretty nice," Hermione giggled.

Snape was watching the two of them and was growing increasing agitated. What the fuck? Mr. Finnegan needs to stop hitting on her. She's mine.

Snape cleared his throat. "Mr. Finnegan," he said in his evil Potion Master voice.

Seamus jumped, and turned pale. "Professor Snape, h-how nice to see you."

"Be gone. Miss Granger and I are going to the bank."

"We are?" Hermione was confused.

"Ah, well, visit me at the bookstore," Seamus called, as Snape dragged Hermione away disgustedly. "How about tonight at seven?"

"Sure," Hermione called back, as they walked to the bank.

"I'm very sorry, Mademoiselle, but you have absolutely no money left," the Goblin stated.

"What? That's impossible!" Hermione shouted. "Let me see the records book." She grabbed the account book off the counter and scanned it, not believing what she was seeing. "F-Fifty hundred Galleons, on food alone? A sailboat? C-Call girls? Premium membership to Madam Amorette's House of Love? W-What the hell is that? I didn't buy any of this!"

"That's a whorehouse," Snape started.

The Goblin sighed. "Obviously, your partner Ronald Weasley withdrew the money from your account. You let him access it, did you not?"

Hermione handed back the record book, and started to sob. "I-I can't believe it."

"Miss Granger," Snape said, "How much money would it take for you to by the things you needed?"

"About five hundred Galleons," Hermione cried, and took out a handkerchief.

"I would like to withdraw five hundred Galleons, please," Snape said, and held out his money pouch.

"W-What? No, I can't accept this," Hermione said.

"You will," Snape firmly said, and handed the money to Hermione. "Now let's go get you some things."

Thirty minutes later, Snape regretted telling Hermione she could get some clothes. After he brought her to the small clothing store, Hermione disappeared immediately, looking for some shirts. Snape found her contemplating over two blue robes.

"I'm not sure which one to get," she said, as she peered at the price tag.

"Just pick one," Snape said, "They look the same."

"They aren't!" Hermione said. "This one is is fully long sleeved, while this one is three-quarter sleeved."

"Whatever. I'm going to go sit down." Snape walked to the entrance of the store, where he picked up a catalog and flipped through it aimlessly. Meanwhile, Hermione looked through the racks, anxiously wondering how she would look.

Thirty minutes later, Hermione emerged with a pile of shirts, bottoms, and several dresses.

"I'm almost done," Hermione nervously said. 'I just need to by some underwear now."

Snape looked up happily. "Goody," He maliciously said, rubbing his hands together. "I'll pick out some things, and then you will model them. I hope you are partial to lace and sparkles."

Hermione gulped. Oh dear. This was about to get interesting.

A/N:Uh oh! What's going to happen next? *Sigh* Snape is such a perv ;) The next chapter is going to be pretty awesome. Seamus added some tension in there, let's see where it leads!

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