He had a glint in his eyes, one that she recognized all to well from her days at school, it was the same look that he had just before he would hand out a detention, or take house points. A glint that was not quite evil, but rather smug, one that showed the sadistic pleasure that he took in seeing others squirm. But she chose to ignore the look, and instead looked pointedly into the Cosmopolitan she was drinking, swirling it ever so slightly with her straw, as she waited for him to reply to her cool, but not unfeeling, greeting. He had thoroughly confused her the last time that they had run into each other, and the way he had been waiting at the bar, made her think that he was precisely waiting for this, to have this conversation. After a long moment of silence, the velvety voice spoke.
"Miss Granger, I trust you have been well since our last encounter." The voice was quiet and silky, and had it not been for the look in his eye, she would have thought it almost sexy. If it had come from the lips of anyone but Severus Snape, hated potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it would have sent shivers down her spine. As it was, she repressed a shudder at the tone.
"Quite well. And yourself?" As eager as she was to find out exactly why he had been waiting for her, there was something about him tonight that made her want to wait. Something almost dark, and her eyes stole to his left forearm, carefully hidden below a the long black cashmere sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. She knew what lay below it, even now, she knew that he had to wear long sleeves even in the heat of summer, to hide the most telltale mark that he wasn't quite as muggle as he tried to be.
"Marvelous." He looked like a hunter, luring his prey into a trap. Eager, waiting to pounce, but at the same time, having the utmost patience. Yes, the feline grace was not the only feline thing about him, he was truly catlike, with the ability to toy with his victims before going in for the kill. She knew what he was trying to do, and she wasn't going to let him do it. She had more common sense then he gave her credit for.
She met his eyes once again, taunting him herself, begging him to speak, and not to all at once. She wanted to know the reason for his nightly rencontre with her, but at the same time, she was afraid of what it would have to deal with. He had confided in her that he was on the other side of things, that he was in with the same group of wizards that had been known to torture muggles in revenge for what the muggles had done to them. She knew that many of the current members of the Vecchio were former death eaters, and she couldn't help but wonder if he ever had truly given up the dark side in him.
Her eyes drifted down, lingering once again on his left forearm before she looked at what else he was wearing. He had on a pair of dark denim trousers, too loose to really be classified as jeans, but too casual to be quite anything else, and a pair of what appeared to be leather boots, but upon closer inspection, she recognized them to be dragon hide. A small smirk crossed her lips, it was like him to show his old life so blatantly, but at the same time, so subtly, that anyone who was not looking wouldn't notice.
"Miss Granger, I trust that you are no doubt wondering what it is that I'm doing here." Her eyes snapped back to his face as she watched him drain the last dregs of something that looked vilely alcoholic, as she her self sipped more of the sweet liquid before her. She nodded slightly, as she felt his cold gaze on her. "Let's just say it involves, my associations, and this bar, as cozy as it may be, is no place to discuss them." She got the point, and looked at him for a long moment, before she drained the rest of her drink in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn ever so slightly as it went down. She had vague feeling that the alcohol might just help with things.
He got up and waited for her, and tossed a few pounds on the table, enough to pay for both of their drinks, and she looked at him, slightly surprised at the gesture. He showed no sign of emotion at the look on her face, but merely waited for her to retrieve her coat from the chair back and pull it on gently before he let her lead the way out. She eyed him carefully, unused to the show of manners. He always seemed polite enough, but now all of it seemed odd as he opened the door for it. On her way out, she saw Rob, the bartender, give her a strange look, but she merely shrugged it off as being overly paranoid, as he stepped through the door and started to walk down a path, similar to the one that they had taken the last time they talked.
"Miss Granger, there is no subtle way to put this, but I have a proposition for you." He said, with the same silky tone, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
END OF CHAPTER 5.
A/N so I have a thing for evil Snape, even though I already said that. I like him when he's dark, and evil, and brooding, and menacing, and violent, and ready to kill whatever's around him, and torturing whoever gets in his way. ;) to put it bluntly, I like Deatheater Snape. And I can guarantee you, this is as nice as he's gonna get, so if you've got a thing for sappy love struck Snape, I would suggest you stop reading. Again, I'd like to thank my reviewers, y'all are GREAT. Siriusly. (ok, I'll stop with the bad puns) And I just noticed I forgot a disclaimer...I don't own Hermione, or Snape. (Believe me, I'd spend a year in Azkaban, or even longer to have Snape. But I do own the plot, and I'm not making any money off of this.
"Miss Granger, I trust you have been well since our last encounter." The voice was quiet and silky, and had it not been for the look in his eye, she would have thought it almost sexy. If it had come from the lips of anyone but Severus Snape, hated potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it would have sent shivers down her spine. As it was, she repressed a shudder at the tone.
"Quite well. And yourself?" As eager as she was to find out exactly why he had been waiting for her, there was something about him tonight that made her want to wait. Something almost dark, and her eyes stole to his left forearm, carefully hidden below a the long black cashmere sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. She knew what lay below it, even now, she knew that he had to wear long sleeves even in the heat of summer, to hide the most telltale mark that he wasn't quite as muggle as he tried to be.
"Marvelous." He looked like a hunter, luring his prey into a trap. Eager, waiting to pounce, but at the same time, having the utmost patience. Yes, the feline grace was not the only feline thing about him, he was truly catlike, with the ability to toy with his victims before going in for the kill. She knew what he was trying to do, and she wasn't going to let him do it. She had more common sense then he gave her credit for.
She met his eyes once again, taunting him herself, begging him to speak, and not to all at once. She wanted to know the reason for his nightly rencontre with her, but at the same time, she was afraid of what it would have to deal with. He had confided in her that he was on the other side of things, that he was in with the same group of wizards that had been known to torture muggles in revenge for what the muggles had done to them. She knew that many of the current members of the Vecchio were former death eaters, and she couldn't help but wonder if he ever had truly given up the dark side in him.
Her eyes drifted down, lingering once again on his left forearm before she looked at what else he was wearing. He had on a pair of dark denim trousers, too loose to really be classified as jeans, but too casual to be quite anything else, and a pair of what appeared to be leather boots, but upon closer inspection, she recognized them to be dragon hide. A small smirk crossed her lips, it was like him to show his old life so blatantly, but at the same time, so subtly, that anyone who was not looking wouldn't notice.
"Miss Granger, I trust that you are no doubt wondering what it is that I'm doing here." Her eyes snapped back to his face as she watched him drain the last dregs of something that looked vilely alcoholic, as she her self sipped more of the sweet liquid before her. She nodded slightly, as she felt his cold gaze on her. "Let's just say it involves, my associations, and this bar, as cozy as it may be, is no place to discuss them." She got the point, and looked at him for a long moment, before she drained the rest of her drink in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn ever so slightly as it went down. She had vague feeling that the alcohol might just help with things.
He got up and waited for her, and tossed a few pounds on the table, enough to pay for both of their drinks, and she looked at him, slightly surprised at the gesture. He showed no sign of emotion at the look on her face, but merely waited for her to retrieve her coat from the chair back and pull it on gently before he let her lead the way out. She eyed him carefully, unused to the show of manners. He always seemed polite enough, but now all of it seemed odd as he opened the door for it. On her way out, she saw Rob, the bartender, give her a strange look, but she merely shrugged it off as being overly paranoid, as he stepped through the door and started to walk down a path, similar to the one that they had taken the last time they talked.
"Miss Granger, there is no subtle way to put this, but I have a proposition for you." He said, with the same silky tone, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
END OF CHAPTER 5.
A/N so I have a thing for evil Snape, even though I already said that. I like him when he's dark, and evil, and brooding, and menacing, and violent, and ready to kill whatever's around him, and torturing whoever gets in his way. ;) to put it bluntly, I like Deatheater Snape. And I can guarantee you, this is as nice as he's gonna get, so if you've got a thing for sappy love struck Snape, I would suggest you stop reading. Again, I'd like to thank my reviewers, y'all are GREAT. Siriusly. (ok, I'll stop with the bad puns) And I just noticed I forgot a disclaimer...I don't own Hermione, or Snape. (Believe me, I'd spend a year in Azkaban, or even longer to have Snape. But I do own the plot, and I'm not making any money off of this.