Chapter 12: The Lunch Escapade
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Room 13, Grand Lodge Hotel, Canyon Hills, Australia, Wizarding World...
Once they had gotten off the elevator and made their collective journey toward Mr. S's suite, Hermione had been quite nervous about being alone with the man whom she had seen stark naked her first night in. Snape for his part had been greatly amused since discovering her immediate sexual attraction to him and he made plans to capitalize on it for all he was worth. His desire to have the insufferable know it all reduced to a babbling mass of flesh and sweat below him was almost maddening but he was a fairly patient wizard and he'd seduce the unsuspecting witch for as long as it took to get her into bed.
"Well, it isn't much but I suppose it will have to do." said Mr. S escorting Hermione Granger into his half of the suite.
Hermione had been even more blown away by the elegant and well kept suite as she stepped inside with him. The immediate scent of herbs and something rather earthy had gotten her attention as she looked over the masked man whom had gotten her to commit to a short lunch date despite her busy schedule.
Mr. S. moved about the suite preparing everything for their lunch.
"Make yourself comfortable." he instructed her. "I'll be out in a bit."
Hermione nodded making her way over toward his sofa. She'd gotten a view of his enormous book collection before he'd allowed her inside his room. At the moment it had garnered her attention as he shuffled about in the kitchen area prepping their meal for the afternoon.
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The Kitchen Area, Room 13, Grand Lodge Hotel, Canyon Hills Australia, Wizarding World...
Severus Snape could not keep his eyes off the well blossomed body of his former student Hermione Granger as she became better acquainted with his book collection. He wanted her in the worst way but he couldn't figure out for the life of him why it had been so. He'd been angry with Hermione for saving his miserable existence and voting for the intolerable act that lead to him being stripped of everything that mattered to him. His current status as a rent boy for his most hated rival was little more than existing despite the gilded cage he'd been given.
Still there was something about taking his sexual aggression on the blossomed youths that once inhabited his classroom spewing their girlish nonsense and insufferable giggles as he made his way through the lengthy corridors.
Pansy Parkinson had wanted to spread her legs for him ever since he'd introduced himself to her as her Head of House, a trait she learned from her less than savory mother growing up in the Parkinson household.
Ginerva Weasley longed to experience sexual bliss with a much older man as her darkest fantasies came to light during their interaction following Harry Potter's adventure into the wilderness in search of the dark lord's various horcruxes to put an end to the second wizarding war.
Now here was Hermione Granger, the insufferable young witch that frequently hi-jacked his classroom in a bid to prove her superior intellect to her lesser peers and garner his undivided attention. He'd known for years that the rather strange girl harbored something of a crush on him since her days at Hogwarts.
Hermione continued to eye his bookshelf noting his vastly muggle collection.
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The Sitting Area, Room 13, Grand Lodge Hotel, Canyon Hills Australia, Wizarding World....
As Hermione continued to study the titles of the mysterious Mr. S's books, one such title grabbed her attention.
Oliver Twist.
The young witch found it fascinating that her masked acquaintance thought the book was a good read. She took him to be a rather worldly wizard more interested in things appropriate for the magical world.
Driven by her curious nature, she reached up to grab the book from the shelf but found it to be more of a difficult task than she initially intended. Sadly her efforts proved to be unfruitful as she nearly fell backwards onto the floor after having to use the sofa for leverage in a bid to have her finger tips graze the leather binding of the familiar book.
Loosing her balance, Hermione Granger found herself subjected to gravity as she nearly landed on the hard heavily polished floor below. Her almost certain fall was impeded due to a timely Mr. S. coming from the kitchen just in time to witness her slow plummet to the ground. He'd caught the rather clumsy witch but the speed of her fall had taken him down in the process.
"Sorry." said Hermione once the two of them landed, her smaller youthful frame pressing against his lengthy form.
"If you wanted to get me on my back Miss Granger, all you had to do was ask me." he said looking up at her with a flicker of heat behind his familiar obsidian gaze.
"Oh..." she said attempting to scrambled off him as she noted she'd fallen in such a position that she wound up straddling his waist.
"Lunch is served." he said gesturing toward the elegantly set table where their lunch had been presented.
Hermione's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as the images of the first night she'd been here returned and she recalled exactly what her heated body was pressing against in the wake of their fall.
As she struggled to make her body move, she noted how weak her knees had been backing up from his masked face and half exposed chest only caused her to make the acquaintance of a noticeable bulge in his dark colored trousers.
The timid movements caused Severus Snape to let out a grunt that had nearly been the both of their undoing as he assisted her via steadying her hips as she attempted to stand once more.
It was quite a successful venture and Hermione was back on her feet in no time. Snape had gotten to his feet as well and lead her over toward an elegant dining chair. He took a moment to adjust himself outside of the rather embarrassed witch's eye-line before taking his own seat.
"I'm sorry...I can't seem to keep my feet on the ground today." she said taking a freshly made half sandwich.
She was impressed with how neat they were sliced not to mention how easily he'd thrown them together. He must have guessed that she wasn't in the mood for something quite heavy on her stomach given her relative nervousness and lack of attention to relevant things given her persistently intruding fantasies.
"I suppose I have that effect on witches." he replied pouring himself a bit of wine as he had taken up a sandwich of his own.
"So you are saying you are often in the company of bumbling young women?" she asked biting into her sandwich.
"I suppose you've yet to take a good look around." said Snape with a smirk.
"May I ask if there's a Mrs. S?" she asked with an arched brow.
"No there is not." replied Snape smirking at her obvious line of questioning. "Of course that isn't the question you are dying to ask of me...given how often you seem to be staring at the rather elegant mask that covers much of my face."
"Well..." she said unsure how she was suppose to go about this. "I am a bit curious...you seem to have a good deal going for you in the looks department, but the mask is rather strange."
"So you are saying that I am attractive?" he asked toying with her a bit as she began to become nervous all over again in the wake of his question.
He knew all too well that she'd been spying on him and that she'd been more than turned on with how close they've become since he entered her half of the suite.
"Would you like a bit of wine or a cup of tea?" he asked with something of a smug grin as he quickly changed the subject much to her welcomed relief.
"I'll have a bit of wine thanks." replied Hermione attempting to take the edge off her apparent nervous nature in the presence of this elegant man.
Snape got up from his seat and poured both himself and her a glass of wine each. Although, she'd been on her first glass while he advanced to his second.
He handed it to her his pale fingers briefly coming into contact with her soft and nimble fingers as the wine glass exchanged hands.
"As for the mask, it is more or less apart of my vacation package." he replied. "I didn't come here to be recognized and I've taken great pains to ensure that I remain as anonymous as possible during my stay."
Hermione could understand the man wanting privacy and she guessed that it was a small price to pay for the ability to enjoy his vacation. The young inquisitive witch deduced that he might of been someone of considerable influence as well as immense wealth and had chosen this place to get a bit of peace before heading back out into the working world.
"I wish I could relax." she said in a slightly wistful tone.
"Perhaps you could with a bit of assistance." offered Snape with something of a charming smirk.
He sat back down taking up another sandwich and sipped his wine accordingly as she had done the same.
The two of them continued their quiet little chat ranging from potions, to books, to various ideas she had about what to do with her department in the Ministry Of Magical offices should she ever get proper backing.
"Why don't you open your own shop?" asked Snape with something of an quizzical expression despite it being hard to note given his mask.
"I've thought about it." she replied finishing off her third sandwich.
Snape smirked at her willingness to accept food from him.
He'd prepared turkey and cheese sandwiches for the two of them and she appeared to have taken a liking to them. Given her rattled nerves, he believed it best to start with something simple.
"And?" he asked wishing to inquire more.
"And I've never found anyone I wanted to work with...let alone partner with for an extended period of time." she replied.
"Are you not acquainted with the likes of Harry Potter?" he asked treading carefully as he spoke of the boy whom had been a thorn in his side for a great many years.
"Between you and me, Harry is a great friend but unreliable in business." replied Hermione truthfully. "I don't need a partner whom I would have to shoulder his work load as well as my own."
Snape found this little tidbit of information amusing given that he knew all too well that Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley did little of their own homework delegating all responsibility for said work to their intellectual superior Hermione Granger when it came to school work.
It pleased him to note that she'd grown out of being a doormat for her lessers.
The two of them sipped wine and chatted like old friends as time got away from them. Hermione noted the late hour and her slightly drunken demeanor and thought it best to return to her room before she did something she regretted despite her attraction to this mysterious Mr. S. being as profound as it was.
"I suppose I'll see you another time?" he asked leaning against the door as she stepped out into the hall on her way toward her own half of the suite.
"Of course." she replied with a pleasant smile. "Although my scheduled might get a tad busy in the coming days."
"I propose we make time whenever we get the opportunity." said Snape smiling rather charmingly at her once again.
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Perhaps it was the wine or the intoxicating scent that lingered from the masked man himself, but the amber eyed witch found herself approaching him and pressing her timid lips against his exposed pale ones wishing she could get to his cheek.
The gesture had been most surprising but not unwelcome as Snape returned her kiss with a bit of fever trying his best not to scare her off.
"Good night." she said rather sweetly.
"Good night." he replied as she stepped away and made her way to her own door.
The former Potions Master watched her go inside before closing his own door wondering what had come over him as he closed his own door. His plan to get the young witch's attention seemed to be working quite well.