Severus Snape shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot as he stood in front of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. He had been trying to tell himself the whole afternoon that he wasn't looking forward to his date with Hermione. So far, it wasn't working.
Bloody hell, I can't like a student. Especially a student of mine! That's too...pervy professorish.
Nervously he knocked silently on the door, totally forgetting about the portrait of Mrs. Black.
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Hermione was busy concocting evil plans to distract her friends when Severus came to pick her up. She knew they would all make fun of her. Especially so, with this whole dating thing going on.
"A filthy Mudblood and a werewolf in my house! How dare my son associate with these-these things!" Hermione gave a sigh of relief as the occupants of the room went to silence the portrait of Mrs. Black. She was relieved she didn't have to put her evil plans into use. Some of them were pretty far-fetched.
Hermione heard someone knocking at the door. Hoping the others would still be upstairs, she went to check it out. She glanced out of the window to see who is was.
Good Lord, is that P-professor Snape? Hermione silently asked herself. He looks freakin' hot!
Her potion professor was wearing a tux with a (not surprisingly) green tie. His hair was CLEAN! instead of its usual greasy mess. He had a James Bond vibe going on.
Well, here goes, Hermione thought as she opened the door.
"Umm...hi, Professor Snape."
He smiled at her, sending her heart aflutter. "Now, Hermione, please call me Severus."
Hermione blinked. Did he just call me Hermione? I never thought that would happen.
"I would invite you in, but I kind of want to disappear before they all come swarming," Hermione smiled up at him. "I really don't want Ron and Harry to make this harder than it is...Severus."
"That is perfectly understandable. Why don't we make a run for it. But first I have something for you." He Conjured a bouquet of red roses and gave them to her.
"Thanks," she said shocked. "They're beautiful." Wow, no guy has ever done anything that nice for me. Hermione put the roses in a vase she found in on the hallway table.
The sound of four Weasley's and a Potter reached their ears.
"Let's go," Hermione said. They ran to the street corner and stopped. "Umm, Severus, where exactly are we going?"
He glanced down at her. "I'm not sure, Hermione. You know how Dumbledore is. He gave me this pink purse he turned into a Portkey." As he lifted up a hideously neon pink purse, he grimaced, making Hermione laugh.
"I really don't think pink is you're color, Pr-Severus," she said, catching herself at the last moment.
"Oh, really? I thought every man needed something pink," he replied laughing.
He's a totally different guy outside of the dungeons. I think I would actually enjoy being married to him.
"Are you ready to go?" Serverus asked holding out the hideous handbag.
She nodded and touched it.
"One...two...three." Hermione felt the unpleasant sensation of her bellybutton being pulled backwords as they swirled over London to their destination.
AN: A BIG shoutout to my lovely reviewers! Mwah! I love ya'll. Well, keep the reviewing up. Give me some ideas for their other dates. I could use some. The weirder the better! Please read my other story Changes. I've only got 3 review (thanks to those who have read)!