Turning Dark-- The Sixth Installment--The date
A/N: Just remember Hermione's hair was turned black by the horrible things she saw, but she uses a charm (most of the time) to make it look like it used to.
CHAPTER 10
"Arg! This is hopeless!," Hermione threw down another outfit. This was worse then deciding what to wear to the ball with Krum. At least then she knew she had to look nice. But tonight she had no idea what to wear...muggle or robes, casual or dress!
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Snape was pacing back and forth, he had made the first step...now he was falling off the damn cliff. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He didn't know where to take her, sure they had decided on dinner at 'a small place outside of London', but a date usually was more than dinner wasn't it?? What were they supposed to do after they ate? Snape kept on pacing, mumbling to himself....when it hit him....they would do something they would both enjoy, the common ground!
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Hermione gave up, she had to ask him what they were doing, before she drove herself insane. She hurried down to Snape's rooms and knock. "Come in."
"Hey, I was just wondering what I should wear."
"Don't you think you could decide on your own?"
"Well, obviously. What I was trying to say is--what kind of clothes should I wear?"
"Oh, muggle--nice." Snape smiled, because she was curious he wasn't going to tell her where they were going. They each began to get ready, eventually meeting outside of Snape's classroom. Snape knew that Hermione had grown 'gracefully' but he had never thought...she simply looked stunning. She had left her hair black, and it was flowing down her back. She wore a plain navy dress, that was just the right length, and clung in the right spots. It was short enough to show off her nice legs, but long enough to provide a sense of style, and dignity. "You look great."
"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself." Hermione smiled at the shocked look on Snape's face, she guessed he hadn't heard that in along time...But he deserved it, when the man tried he didn't look half-bad. Clad in black (of course), nice dress pants and dress shirt, but was really surprising was the jacket...it was high class leather (who would have figured in addition to Snape having leather chairs he would have a leather jacket?) he looked--stylish--yes stylish, kind of like an old muggle movie star...Hermione smiled, Snape was a lot of things, but a movie star? No.
They apprated to just out side of the small restaurant. It was modeled after a small classic Italian restaurant, complete with the red checkered table clothes, Italian music playing in the background, and a hostess in a short black dress. Snape wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist as they entered the restaurant. "Table for two, please."
The hostess smiled, older man younger woman so cliché, but cute none the less, "Right this way." Their table was near the back of the restaurant, next to a window, and came complete with candles. "Some one will be back to serve you in a few minutes." After ordering-- veal parmesan for Snape, and spaghetti with meat sauce for Hermione, there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes; until they both realized that they were on a 'date' and should probably make conversation (or else it was going to be an unbearable night). "So what are we doing after dinner?"
"You'll see." Snape smirked, there was no way he was going to tell her.
"Come on, please? Where are we going?" Hermione inquired, almost like a little kid.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Hermione pretended to sulk, "Awww, poor Hermione," Snape mocked sarcastically. They chatted about the difference between muggle and wizard music. Finally, deciding that wizard musicians placed too much importance on creating new sounds, instead of focusing on how to express themselves through their music. As they made this realization, their meals arrived. After eating their meals, which left them stuffed, Snape paid the check (like a gentleman) got their coats and lead Hermione outside. "So are you going to tell me where we are going now?"
"Nope, just hold on." Hermione pushed her body against Severus as they apparated. They end up in an alley, Snape lead them out of the alley way and down the street. "We aren't in London any more are we?"
"Nope, we are in Paris, mon cherie." In front of them was the Opéra house at Place de la Bastille.
"You brought me to Paris to see the opera?" Snape nodded, "Awww, that so sweet!"
Snape coughed, "If you tell anyone I am sweet there will be hell to pay."
"Oh, all right. What are we going to see?"
"Charles François Gounod's Faust."
"Really?!"
"Yes, really. Now come on we need to go find our seats." Snape lead them up a spiraling staircase, and to their balcony seats. Before Hermione could ask how he got such great seats the lights lowered and the music began to soar.
~*~
Où se devine la présence
d'une âme innocent et divine!
Que de richesse en cette pauvreté!
En ce réduit, que de félicité!
Que de richesse,
Que de richesse en cette pauvreté!
Ô nature, C'est là
que tu la fis si belle!
C'est là que cet enfant
A dormi sous ton aile,
A grandi sous tes yeux.
Là que de ton haleine
Enveloppant son âme
Tu fis avec l'amour épanouir la femme
En cet ange des cieux!
C'est là! Oui, c'est là!
~*~
By the end Hermione was almost in tears, she stood with the rest of the crowd clapping still in amazement. They didn't talk until they got outside, both reflecting on what they had just seen. "That was fantastic!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It was certainty interesting, the plot was---why don't we go to that cafe over there, and talk." After getting them both coffee Snape continued his thought, "The plot was so real, as if it happened it all the time."
"I know what you mean, it is almost like the fight in our world."
Snape nodded, "Where Voldermort is the devil, and the death eaters are Faust, some who are damned so they promised him their lives. Others who were searching for knowledge so they made a pact with him." They both knew that he was refering to himself in the second category, and that they had both felt the pain of Faust as if it was their own. The devil was real in their world, and they had both meet him. "It also showed love in a unique way, how men will do anything, even promise the devil things for love, it was sad but real." They both knew he was speaking of their love, and how Voldermort had tainted them both.
"True, very true. I don't think it was the plot that won me over though. I think it was the music. It had charm, melodic invention and was expertly orchestrated. And the music included oratorios, masses, motets, and hymns."
"Indeed, the music was wonderful," Snape sighed, "All the great composers are no more, that's what is the sad thing."
"Well there's always you."
"I'm hardly a great composer." Hermione smiled, he was too modest for his own good. After discussing the show at great length, the owner of the cafe approached them and told them she was closing shop. They apparated back to Hogwarts, and walked hand in hand to the door of Snape's quarters.
"Thank-you Severus for a wonderful evening."
"Your welcome, Hermione." Snape pulled Hermione in closer to him, his hand grazing her cheek and kissed her ever so softly. Hermione's hands wrapped around his neck, they stood there just kissing ever so tenderly for a few minutes before either one of them could end the moment. "Do you want to come in?"
A/N: I've never been to Paris, and I've never seen Faust (I just know the basic plot, so if its screwed up...sorry),the song is sung in French, so I left it in French, if you want the english version email me. Also if the ending is cheesy sorry!
A/N: Just remember Hermione's hair was turned black by the horrible things she saw, but she uses a charm (most of the time) to make it look like it used to.
CHAPTER 10
"Arg! This is hopeless!," Hermione threw down another outfit. This was worse then deciding what to wear to the ball with Krum. At least then she knew she had to look nice. But tonight she had no idea what to wear...muggle or robes, casual or dress!
********************************************************************
Snape was pacing back and forth, he had made the first step...now he was falling off the damn cliff. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He didn't know where to take her, sure they had decided on dinner at 'a small place outside of London', but a date usually was more than dinner wasn't it?? What were they supposed to do after they ate? Snape kept on pacing, mumbling to himself....when it hit him....they would do something they would both enjoy, the common ground!
********************************************************************
Hermione gave up, she had to ask him what they were doing, before she drove herself insane. She hurried down to Snape's rooms and knock. "Come in."
"Hey, I was just wondering what I should wear."
"Don't you think you could decide on your own?"
"Well, obviously. What I was trying to say is--what kind of clothes should I wear?"
"Oh, muggle--nice." Snape smiled, because she was curious he wasn't going to tell her where they were going. They each began to get ready, eventually meeting outside of Snape's classroom. Snape knew that Hermione had grown 'gracefully' but he had never thought...she simply looked stunning. She had left her hair black, and it was flowing down her back. She wore a plain navy dress, that was just the right length, and clung in the right spots. It was short enough to show off her nice legs, but long enough to provide a sense of style, and dignity. "You look great."
"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself." Hermione smiled at the shocked look on Snape's face, she guessed he hadn't heard that in along time...But he deserved it, when the man tried he didn't look half-bad. Clad in black (of course), nice dress pants and dress shirt, but was really surprising was the jacket...it was high class leather (who would have figured in addition to Snape having leather chairs he would have a leather jacket?) he looked--stylish--yes stylish, kind of like an old muggle movie star...Hermione smiled, Snape was a lot of things, but a movie star? No.
They apprated to just out side of the small restaurant. It was modeled after a small classic Italian restaurant, complete with the red checkered table clothes, Italian music playing in the background, and a hostess in a short black dress. Snape wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist as they entered the restaurant. "Table for two, please."
The hostess smiled, older man younger woman so cliché, but cute none the less, "Right this way." Their table was near the back of the restaurant, next to a window, and came complete with candles. "Some one will be back to serve you in a few minutes." After ordering-- veal parmesan for Snape, and spaghetti with meat sauce for Hermione, there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes; until they both realized that they were on a 'date' and should probably make conversation (or else it was going to be an unbearable night). "So what are we doing after dinner?"
"You'll see." Snape smirked, there was no way he was going to tell her.
"Come on, please? Where are we going?" Hermione inquired, almost like a little kid.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Hermione pretended to sulk, "Awww, poor Hermione," Snape mocked sarcastically. They chatted about the difference between muggle and wizard music. Finally, deciding that wizard musicians placed too much importance on creating new sounds, instead of focusing on how to express themselves through their music. As they made this realization, their meals arrived. After eating their meals, which left them stuffed, Snape paid the check (like a gentleman) got their coats and lead Hermione outside. "So are you going to tell me where we are going now?"
"Nope, just hold on." Hermione pushed her body against Severus as they apparated. They end up in an alley, Snape lead them out of the alley way and down the street. "We aren't in London any more are we?"
"Nope, we are in Paris, mon cherie." In front of them was the Opéra house at Place de la Bastille.
"You brought me to Paris to see the opera?" Snape nodded, "Awww, that so sweet!"
Snape coughed, "If you tell anyone I am sweet there will be hell to pay."
"Oh, all right. What are we going to see?"
"Charles François Gounod's Faust."
"Really?!"
"Yes, really. Now come on we need to go find our seats." Snape lead them up a spiraling staircase, and to their balcony seats. Before Hermione could ask how he got such great seats the lights lowered and the music began to soar.
~*~
Où se devine la présence
d'une âme innocent et divine!
Que de richesse en cette pauvreté!
En ce réduit, que de félicité!
Que de richesse,
Que de richesse en cette pauvreté!
Ô nature, C'est là
que tu la fis si belle!
C'est là que cet enfant
A dormi sous ton aile,
A grandi sous tes yeux.
Là que de ton haleine
Enveloppant son âme
Tu fis avec l'amour épanouir la femme
En cet ange des cieux!
C'est là! Oui, c'est là!
~*~
By the end Hermione was almost in tears, she stood with the rest of the crowd clapping still in amazement. They didn't talk until they got outside, both reflecting on what they had just seen. "That was fantastic!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It was certainty interesting, the plot was---why don't we go to that cafe over there, and talk." After getting them both coffee Snape continued his thought, "The plot was so real, as if it happened it all the time."
"I know what you mean, it is almost like the fight in our world."
Snape nodded, "Where Voldermort is the devil, and the death eaters are Faust, some who are damned so they promised him their lives. Others who were searching for knowledge so they made a pact with him." They both knew that he was refering to himself in the second category, and that they had both felt the pain of Faust as if it was their own. The devil was real in their world, and they had both meet him. "It also showed love in a unique way, how men will do anything, even promise the devil things for love, it was sad but real." They both knew he was speaking of their love, and how Voldermort had tainted them both.
"True, very true. I don't think it was the plot that won me over though. I think it was the music. It had charm, melodic invention and was expertly orchestrated. And the music included oratorios, masses, motets, and hymns."
"Indeed, the music was wonderful," Snape sighed, "All the great composers are no more, that's what is the sad thing."
"Well there's always you."
"I'm hardly a great composer." Hermione smiled, he was too modest for his own good. After discussing the show at great length, the owner of the cafe approached them and told them she was closing shop. They apparated back to Hogwarts, and walked hand in hand to the door of Snape's quarters.
"Thank-you Severus for a wonderful evening."
"Your welcome, Hermione." Snape pulled Hermione in closer to him, his hand grazing her cheek and kissed her ever so softly. Hermione's hands wrapped around his neck, they stood there just kissing ever so tenderly for a few minutes before either one of them could end the moment. "Do you want to come in?"
A/N: I've never been to Paris, and I've never seen Faust (I just know the basic plot, so if its screwed up...sorry),the song is sung in French, so I left it in French, if you want the english version email me. Also if the ending is cheesy sorry!