Fucking with Snape
Chapter Eight
The Valentines Ball
Part Deux
I understand that there is much speculation on whether or not I charm my cape to billow in a certain manner. Well, I'm not telling. I will, however say that my cape is billowing rather nicely this evening as I make my way back to the Great Hall with a dusty vial tucked safely away in a pocket.
Yes, yes I know that what I am about to do is a bit juvenile, but I simply cannot resist. I must win this little war betwixt myself and Hermione-I mean Miss Granger even if it means playing dirty. I am a Slytherin and I don't like losing.
Besides, I will be killing two birds with one stone, so to speak as I will be exacting a bit of revenge on Albus at the same time. He deserves it for this evening alone if not for anything else.
So at last I am back in the horribly pink Great Hall, thanking the Gods yet again that this day comes but once a year and that her damn charm seems to have expired as now there are students instead of Severus clones 'moshing' to the music of that damn Lestat.
And, ah. Miss Granger is approaching me. No doubt in the attempt to get me to live up to my promise of a dance. Of course I shall oblige the lady. It's necessary to my plan its true, but I just have to add that the red velvet strapless number she is wearing holds a certain appeal. When did she get breasts? More to the point when did she get that body? Those curves? When did she discover hair products? Lips like hers' ought to be against the law.
Yes, I know it's improper for a Professor to have a raging erection over a student but then again I was a Death Eater and I am a man and she looks so absolutely edible. I have actually begun to rethink my plan for tonight.
"Well Professor. You see that the charm has worn off and I think that perhaps now would be the time to get the promised dance over and done with? That is if you will deign to be seen dancing with a mere chit of a girl?"
Why, oh why did she have to take such a pert tone? Does she have no idea how much sarcasm turns me on? The battle between horny Severus and bastard Severus is now going full tilt as I lead her to the dance floor. At least the damn vampire band (and I use that term loosely) has decided to slow things down a bit. Hermione-I mean Miss Granger is so soft against my hands and I am swiftly losing my ability to think in a rational manner so in an effort to keep my thoughts to some level of civility I say to her,
"Albus is watching Miss Granger. Please smile and at least pretend that we are getting along."
"I will only smile if you do, Professor."
Nicely done Miss Granger, I am thinking, but you won't tempt me into something that I never do outside of my quarters.
"What, and cause at least half of the student body to faint? Poppy would have my head."
This must stop. Miss Granger is laughing at my joke and people are looking at us. This in its self is bothersome, not to mention the fact that I actually made a joke. Damn all pheromones and women in red velvet. Damn Miss Granger for pointing the fact that I made a joke out to me. Her voicing her amazement to me with that surprised expression on her face is rather pissing me off.
"Miss Granger," I respond. "I am capable of a certain degree of lightheartedness. Don't act so shocked."
And there is that thoughtful look she gets when she is about to display her intelligence. I hate that look. It usually means that I am going to hear something extremely intelligent and honest. Fucking Gryffindors.
"If I look shocked, professor it is because I am shocked. I would have never thought that you had a sense of humor nor anything even closely resembling lightheartedness. You have shown nothing even resembling those traits these seven years at least."
I have to answer her challenge. I also need to smell her skin, her hair. That scent she is wearing is subtly dulling my senses and bringing about the return of my heretofore mentioned erection. So I bend my head closer to hers and whisper in her ear,
"I am, even though this will shock you to hear it Miss Granger, a human." We are bumped into by a pair of dancers and Miss Granger is knocked against me. This is very bad for I had kept her at a careful distance for a reason.
I cannot meet her shocked eyes as she feels my physiological reaction to her mere presence. I suddenly feel like a sick pervert. I am sure that she is looking at me as if I were. I am currently praying that she says nothing to me at this moment. I would rather finish this dance in embarrassed silence then retreat to my rooms and hide for the rest of term.
"P-professor Snape?"
"Say nothing more, Miss Granger. I beg of you."
"But, sir I-"
"Nothing Miss Granger means precisely that. Nothing. Let us merely finish this dance and part ways for the rest of the evening."