Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the offers about the French problem. Unfortunately I hadn't taken French except for on month but it's a long story. When I need more help on English to French translations, I'll be sure to ask one of you guys. Thanks! Oh and thanks for all the reviews, I'm so happy to see a lot of reviewers from the first story back for the sequel, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside ^^
"I think we're going to have a visitor very soon," he said. Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Very soon indeed," said a new voice.
~*Writing on the Shower Wall*~
~*Chapter Two*~
Hermione and Draco both looked around them to see who had spoken. The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows and into the halo of light that the Moulin Rouge set on the pavement. Draco's eyes widened.
"Severus? I'll be damned, it's good to see you!" Draco strode up and readily embraced the other man. Snape returned the embrace and Hermione stepped forward also.
"It's good to see you," she echoed softly, smiling. She hadn't realized how much she had wanted to see a familiar face, any familiar face, until just now. Snape was even taller than Draco's 6'2" and he was wearing a cream colored, ribbed sweater, black jacket, and black pants, even in this warm night.
"Isn't it a little hot?" asked Hermione. She felt her body heating up just at the sight of him. But Snape looked relaxed and comfortable, more at ease with himself than he ever did at Hogwarts. His raven black hair was pulled away from his thin, white face framed by silky dark strands.*
"You're looking well," said Draco, nodding.
"Likewise," said Snape, surveying the pair with a half smile playing on his face. Hermione wondered by Snape as still single; he was actually quite good looking once he cleaned up and bit and got out of those dreadful Hogwarts faculty robes.
"How'd you find us?" asked Hermione. "If you found us this easily then Lucius…"
"Hermione Granger," said Snape, turning his obsidian eyes at her, making her heart beat faster. "Did you honestly think that Dumbledore was going to set you two lose in the world with no means for us to contact you by?"
"Dumbledore was always smarter than what I gave him credit for," said Draco, sighing, smiling at the memory of those back at Hogwarts. Snape scoffed and coaxed the silky black owl onto his arm.
"I'm happy to see that my dear Artemis did a fine job of finding you two." He stroked the owl and the owl, clearly infatuated with her owner, nuzzled against him.
"What did we have that made you easier to contact us by?" pressed Hermione. "It isn't anything that can be tapped into, like phone lines, right? Lucius can't find us using the same source right?"
"Ms. Granger, always the worrywart," said Snape, grinning. "And no, it is a strictly safe bond that only Dumbledore, Minerva, and I can use." He extended his right hand and revealed a silver i.d. bracelet entwining his milky white wrist. Inscribed upon the faceplate were the names Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
"Makes me look like a grandfather who had his grandchildren's names inscribed upon jewelry, or that I'm part of a lovers' pact doesn't it?" said Snape, lightheartedly. "This has extremely powerful magic," he added, more seriously. "No one will be able to tap into it." Hermione finally relaxed, convinced.
"So, Severus," said Hermione.
"It'll be back to Professor Snape the minute you're in Hogwarts," he warned, interrupting. Hermione ignored him.
"Do you dance?" she asked, eyes shining wickedly.
~*~
Hermione marveled at the ease and skill that Snape could move his body with. His long, lanky form swayed to and fro with the music, almost hypnotically. Draco kept his arm loosely draped around Hermione's waist as they let the beat move them deep in their stomach.
It wasn't the wild, raucous movements and the nearly orgasmic climax they had felt before, rather, with the presence of their new dance partner, everything seemed slower, more sensuous, like how one would move in bed. It was like making your way through honey as the delicious golden substance kissed every part of your body. It was almost equally climaxing.
Hermione raised her arms over her head and made her way to Snape and as their bodies touched, Hermione felt an electric bolt, a comforting warm fizz that traveled all throughout her body. She retreated back to Draco, intrigued and afraid at the same time that anyone could do that to her. This sort of dancing brought on a slow high, a buzzing in the heads, and the surreal feeling of everything being unreal.
Finally, with sweat glistening on all their brows, they made their way to the bar. Hermione needed something cold and non-alcoholic. She needed to be brought back to the real world instead of floating in a dream state.
You make the world stop spinning, thought Hermione, looking at Snape.
"I never knew you could dance," said Draco, grinning as he downed everything in his shot class. "You always hover around the snack table at Hogwarts' balls."
"I don't believe the rest of the faculty would appreciate me mingling with the students," he said, mildly. He got a gin and tonic and was obviously appreciating the drink.
"So what brings you to France, Severus? Besides checking up on us?" asked Hermione. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"So a professor is not allowed to check on two of his students without another reason? Truthfully, Dumbledore, Minerva, and I were all planning on checking up on you two and I volunteered."
They walked out of the Moulin Rouge and found the sky starting to lighten. They settled up onto the roof of Hermione and Draco's apartment building with a bottle of sparkling water ("To help the hangover," Snape had explained) and watched the golden sun rise and lazily as they felt.
Hermione felt content and very drunk although she had not had much alcohol. She was drunk off of life, love, and dance. The sky started to brighten into a dusty pink, promising a day of sunshine ahead.
"Severus, are we your favorite students?" asked Hermione, playfully, rolling onto her stomach on the tiles. Snape didn't meet her gaze, rather he stared up at the sky with a distant look in those deep pools of black eyes.
"I don't play favorites," he said. Draco, pretending to be asleep, snorted.
"You should treat me nicer in your class," said Hermione, frowning slightly at all the memories.
"I'm turning you from a show-off to a team player and a student, Ms. Granger," said Snape, all his professor like attitude back.
"I wish you didn't have to." Snape grinned.
"All for your own good, Hermione." Hermione. He had called her by her first name and only by her first name. For some reason, this made her very happy. She laid back and curled up against Draco and fell asleep as Snape watched over them both, what he had been doing for the past year. He turned his pale face up towards the sky and breathed in the heavenly scent of the coming morning.
"Thank god they're safe," he whispered. He brushed a curl from Hermione forehead and smoothed Draco's flaxen hair back. "Thank god."
~*~
Lucius was angry, extremely angry. He held the throbbing stump of what once extended to his hand. He had to make a sacrifice to kill that miserable house-elf as the form of himself but the gods of dark magic were not happy. His hand was not sacrifice enough and they had demanded more. On top of his hand, he had lost his left ear.
"All because of that filthy mudblood," he hissed venomously. He covered the stump carefully within the folds of his silk, black robes, and stood. He could find her and his miserable excuse for a son. And he'll kill them both.
The gods are still demanding more sacrifices. They want blood; they crave blood. And they will get blood. Lucius will make sure of that.
~*~
*Find the anime manga series Demon Diary (which is EXTREMELY good) you will see where I get my vision of Snape. I always had the image of him as extremely good-looking and Demon Diary's character Eclipse epitomizes Snape, in my eyes. Look for a picture of him wearing the outfit I described in the second book of the series. Please look for it, I highly recommend this series for all anime and non-anime fans alike!
A/N: Please R&R on your way out!
