I was going to cut this up into two separate chapters, then I told myself, nah. Enjoy.

Thanks again Pamela RR!

Disclaimer: All canon characters, plots, dialogue, and situations from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. I am not profiting from this work.

Severus wasn't able to make it back on Sunday and it wasn't until the Wednesday before the gathering that he finally showed up. With Hermione's persistent questioning and her refusal to continue their lesson, Severus finally caved in and admitted that the event was actually a very small dinner in celebration of his birthday.

"A birthday party?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes, like I said before, nothing important." Severus shrugged his shoulders which made her huff.

"What is it with dark wizards and birthdays?" Severus raised a curious brow, but she waved her hand in the air for him to forget it. "Never mind...does he usually celebrate his followers' birthdays?"

"No, not usually, but I'm assuming this was the opportunity he needed to introduce you to his inner circle."

"How many people will be there?" This time Severus huffed. "I'm not entirely sure. That's why it's important for you to stay-"

"Constant vigilance."

"Indeed."

After Severus left, Hermione quickly called for Meeley, hoping that she could provide her with more insight on who exactly might be attending Severus's birthday. Unfortunately, Meeley didn't have any information to share, only that she received a note stating to escort Miss Granger to the dining room at seven o'clock on Friday. Hermione didn't want to press the house-elf any further. The way Meeley was wringing her hands, it was an obvious indication that the small creature was nervous, not for herself, but for her. Hermione couldn't help the ache that formed in her chest for the little elf. She didn't want Meely to be anxious for her, so Hermione figured a distraction would be the best way to calm both their nerves. And it would be a useful distraction. Hermione went into the large closet to find her backpack. Deep within a side pocket she was able to find three Galleons, four Sickles, and two Knuts. She knew she had a bit of money in there due to her, Harry, and Ron finding it safer to shop in Muggle stores when they needed to.

"Meeley, can you help me?" Hermione stupidly grinned when Meeley's eyes grew large like saucers and she jumped up and down, excited about the prospect of doing something.

"Yes, yes, Miss. What can Meeley do for you?"

"I need you to purchase a few items for me. Can you do that?" asked Hermione, placing the coins into Meeley's tiny hands.

"Of course Miss, but Meeley don't need money."

"Well you see, it's for a gift, so the money should come from me." Meeley nodded her head in understanding and waited as Hermione wrote out a short list for her. Once the list was in Meeley's hand she disappeared.

Hermione smiled, holding up the chunky waffle-textured scarf she had just completed. Meeley had done a brilliant job of selecting for her a small assortment of yarn and the tools she needed to start and complete the task. Hermione laughed at herself thinking how Meeley even managed to give her back some change which consisted of two whole Knuts. It had been a while since she tried knitting anything and was pleasantly surprised when her hands remembered a pattern as she worked the needles. The project was indeed a great distraction, something to occupy her mind before tonight's birthday celebration. Also, it helped to keep her from thinking about Voldemort, who she hadn't seen or spoken to in a week. Hermione shook the thought out of her head, placing the scarf in a small box along with two glass vials and a note. She knew he would be there, but figured it would be best to keep all of her emotions at bay. She refused to look unsettled or weak in front of them when she entered the room.

Hermione added the last finishing touch to the gift, wrapping a red velvet ribbon she had removed from her hair. With one last look in the full length mirror, Hermione took in her appearance. The midi length velvet dress was truly lovely, with its straight neckline, spaghetti straps and side slit, which seemed longer due to the lace-up stiletto heels that adorned her feet. At first, she did feel a bit exposed not having her long curls to cover her shoulders and back, but she refused to let a bit of skin get in the way. Right now, she felt powerful and if she was going to be pushed into a room full of people that hated her and she hated in return, she wanted to make sure she didn't blend in.

"Miss looks pretty." The sound of Meeley's voice caught Hermione's attention.

"Thank you Meeley, I appreciate that. You did a wonderful job helping me. Who knew eyeliner could be that difficult?" Meeley smiled at her comment and disappeared to reappear on a chair next to Hermione. The house-elf raised her hands, readjusting the small gold comb that held up a side of Hermione's hair, then ran her tiny hands over the soft red velvet material making sure that no lint had dared to fall against it.

"Miss is ready?"

"Yes," she said, grabbing the gift and taking hold of Meeley's outstretched hand.

Magically, Meeley and Hermione were suddenly at the end of a walkway, leading to a pair of open doors where Hermione heard voices and even tiny interruptions of laughter. She closed her eyes taking deep breaths then exhaling. Of course they will have to gather before heading to dinner! Fuck me! Hermione turned her head and lowered her gaze.

"Thank you again Meeley," she said, offering the house-elf a smile. "I can go the rest of the way." Meeley bowed, then disappeared. The repetition of her heels clicking against the marble floor caused her whole body to vibrate. You can do this, you can do this! Hermione slowed her steps, allowing herself a moment for her mantra to leave her head. She concentrated, making sure to clear her mind, shoving her thoughts and emotions behind her brick wall.

"Good evening, Hermione." Recognizing the familiar baritone tone, she turned her head. The sight of Severus waiting against a wall gave her a surprising sense of calm. His robe was tailored perfectly to fit his long frame and the subtle silver stitching looked impeccable against the ebony material while a sliver of his silver shirt peaked from his collar. He looked quite handsome in his own way she thought.

"Good evening Severus and happy birthday." Hermione smiled, handing him the gift. Severus took it. His long fingers stroked the soft velvet of ribbon that matched the color of her dress.

"You didn't have to," he whispered, his dark eyes meeting hers without any indication of emotion. But despite his high collared robe, she noticed the bobble of his Adam's apple.

"Perhaps not, but I wanted to."

"Thank you," he replied, tapping the box with his wand. The gift shrank to the size of his palm before he placed it in his robe pocket. "The Dark Lord has already announced that a guest would be joining the festivities tonight and informed the others that I have left to escort you in."

"Did he-" Severus shook his head.

"He gave no name." Hermione nodded her head in understanding then squared her shoulders, wrapping her hand around Severus's offered arm.

"Let's not keep them waiting," she said, stretching her lips in a tense grin.

Reaching the entrance of the drawing room all noise seemed to cease. Hermione's grip tightened around Severus's arm, recognizing the faces of the others in the room. Eyes reflected hints of shock, disgust, anger, and she dared to say lust. However, her attention to this was lost when her eyes found what they were truly seeking. A short distance away Voldemort sat in a throne-like chair, his eyes focused only on hers. He didn't move, but she watched as his eyes traced the length of her body all the way down to her pointed heels. The act was subtle, but she could feel the burning from his gaze. As if removing himself from a trance, he stood from his chair making his way towards her and Severus.

"My most loyal, our guest has arrived," called Voldemort. The small group moved closer, encompassing her and Severus. "I believe an introduction is not needed, but, nonetheless, allow me to formally introduce, Miss Hermione Granger." Hermione dipped her chin in greeting.

"Thank you, V...mm…," she continued to smile, "My lord, for the invitation." Good one, Hermione!

"How generous!" Hermione turned her head to meet the glare of Bellatrix Lestrange. The look on her ashen face showing nothing but pure hatred and disgust. "I daresay, Severus must be thrilled that our lord has bestowed such a gift. Not only a young one, but Potter's Mudblood whore." Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to stop the extensive list of curse words threatening to lash forward. Instead, her smile grew and she turned her attention back to Voldemort. Silently waiting and hoping that he would defend her in some way from the vicious slur.

"Now, Bella, there is no need for such unpleasantries." The sound of a bell rang in the room halting the exchange. Narcissa Malfoy dressed in elegant midnight blue robes moved to the center of the room, her hands neatly folded in front of her before she addressed the group.

"My lord, dinner is ready to be served," she said with a slight bow of her head.

"Excellent, Narcissa," replied Voldemort. "Miss Granger, I will escort you to your seat." Hermione snorted in her head as though she would even consider allowing him the gesture. No need for such unpleasantries? That's it? She once again stretched her lips providing her lover a Snape worthy smirk.

"With all due respect, my lord. I believe my escort tonight is Severus and I would not want to disrespect my companion, being that tonight is in his honor." Hermione turned to Severus whose eyes widened slightly while the sound of startled inhaling filled the room. "Ready?" With a gentle tug, Hermione pulled Severus along with her, disregarding any response he might have as they walked into the dining room.

"Your Gryffindor stupidity is going to have consequences," he mumbled to her.

"Well, if push comes to shove, it's a good thing we brewed plenty of pain potion," she whispered. "No need for such unpleasantries? Can you believe that?". Severus grunted, pulling out the first chair on the right of the table, prompting Hermione to stand and not sit. When he made his away around the table to stand by the chair across from her, he mouthed the word "insufferable", causing her to genuinely smile at him. The rest of the group followed shortly standing next to each chair. Narcissa Malfoy was directly to her right, followed by Lucius, then Rabastan Lestrange. Across from her, Bellatrix stood to the left of Severus, followed by Corban Yaxley, then Antonin Dolohov. She knew all eyes were on her. She even noticed a mental tug from someone, but kept her eyes down on the immaculate table spread. Whoever it was stopped suddenly when Voldemort entered the room. Moving towards the head of the table, he sat, cueing everyone to sit down. And, as if at Hogwarts, food appeared in front of each person, a bowl of soup accompanied by a glass of dark red wine. Not hearing the clatter of silverware, Hermione raised her head, observing everyone's eyes focused on the head of the table. She turned her head, meeting his crimson stare that was directed towards her. His face was stoic, but she knew he was furious about the scene she caused just moments ago. His eyes moved away from her, taking his glass and raising it towards Severus. The group followed suit, each raising their glass.

"To Severus."

"To Severus!" Severus responded with a quick bow then took a drink from his glass.

"Enjoy," said Voldemort and as if on cue, spoons dipped into soup and conversations filled the room.

"So...Mudblood." Not again! Hermione looked at Bellatrix waiting for the dark witch's insult that was bound to come. "Excited about tonight, eh? I'm sure Severus here can't wait to show you just how useful a good whore could be." Her comment made a few of the others laugh.

"Bella," muttered Narcissa. "Enough."

"Oh, Cissa. I'm just trying to have a conversation with our guest." Hermione dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

"Yes, I'm sure all fine conversations consist of the word 'whore'." Hermione smiled. "Tell me, Mrs...Lestrange, have you ever heard the phrase 'the pot calling the kettle black'?" A few of the men stifled a laugh with their napkins. "Maybe not, it's a Muggle thing." Hermione playfully tapped a finger on her chin. "Oh, I have it! How about...it takes one, to know one." Hermione turned her head darting a brisk smile to Voldemort before savoring another spoonful of her soup. Her look didn't go unnoticed by Bellatrix.

"You dare!" Bellatrix stood, pointing her wand towards Hermione.

"Bella, stand down and sit," hissed Voldemort. "I will not warn you again." A warm tingle of satisfaction filled Hermione when the witch snarled at her one last time before taking her seat. About fucking time, prat!

Her spot on the window ledge was ideal, not only helping her to keep her distance, but the view of the Malfoy estate was best under moonlight. Not to mention, she was also able to see everyone from sitting in the corner. She breathed out, feeling relieved that the rest of the dinner went on without any other incidents. Narcissa Malfoy had even invited her to view their library (if their lord permitted, of course). It was tempting not to tell the beautiful witch how much she already admired their library and the smart furniture choices. Especially the peacock blue couch near the far end window. Hermione smiled to herself, fantasizing about reading a heavy book while drowning in the comfy cushions.

"Hello, again." Hermione's train of thought stopped when her eyes met the light blue eyes of said witch.

"Hello, Lady Malfoy." The blonde witch sat opposite of her on the window ledge.

"Please, you may call me Narcissa. May I call you, Hermione?"

"You may call me anything you like, as long as it isn't Mudblood or whore."

"I believe that request can be fulfilled, but I can't apologize for my sister or behavior. I'm certain Bellatrix couldn't resist her outburst. There's another witch around and another witch equates to a threat." Hermione thought back to the night Bellatrix begged Voldemort for his attention. Did she get what she asked for? Did she finally warm his bed again after so many months? Hermione could still feel the crazed eyes watching her from across the room as she spoke to Narcissa. Bellartix's dark form not once leaving the side of her Master.

"I'm not sure what kind of threat I can be. It's obvious I'm not armed." Hermione held up her hands in mock surrender.

"Hermione, we both know that hiding can only get you so far," Narcissa smiled. "And we both know exactly where you lie your head down every night."

"And what will one do with such knowledge?"

"Nothing at all. Just a friendly reminder that threats come in many forms, whether a wand, spell, or...red dress." Narcissa stood up from the ledge. "I must continue my rounds. Perhaps tea sometime?"

"Can you guarantee the absence of your beloved sister?"

"Yet another request that can be fulfilled. Goodnight, Hermione." With that Narcissa was gone, floating between her guests with bows and smiles. Hermione smirked, thinking she might have a whole new opinion about Lady Malfoy.

"Something amusing?" Asked Severus, looking down at her.

"No, just thinking," she replied. Severus's eyebrows raised to his hairline. "Don't worry, I have it under control." Moving to sit on the arm of the couch next to her, Severus looked confused for a moment, then slid his hand inside his robes. Pulling out the gift Hermione gave him earlier that night, Severus looked around the room, before once more looking towards her.

"Shall I?" he whispered.

"You shall," she whispered back, standing up to face him. Truth be told, she was anxious he wouldn't like the scarf, but hopeful he'd be understanding of the effort it took her to create it. Severus tapped the gift with his wand and the box magically grew to its original size. His long fingers started to tenderly pull the velvet ribbon to undo the bow.

"It's as though I'm undressing you." Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her eyes steadily leaving his hands to meet his face. What? Severus's cheeks flushed a pale pink. "I-I, forgive me, Hermione." Severus looked around the room. She presumed he was making sure no one heard the slip of his tongue. "I'm afraid I might have indulged in a bit more firewhisky then one should." Severus started to rise from his seat, but Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder, preventing him from leaving.

"It's alright, Severus," she said softly in an attempt to ease him. "Open your gift." Severus adjusted the collar of his shirt, then finished untying the strand of ribbon from around the box, pulling out the folded sheet of parchment where his name was elegantly written on the front. He chanced another glance at her, before opening the letter.

Severus-

I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to replace what I nicked borrowed from your stores. Perhaps in another five years, I'll replace the robes I set on fire during my first year at Hogwarts. Although, I'm aware, you're aware about the ingredients, the latter might be a surprise. Happy birthday!

Your Insufferable-Know-It-All

An unfamiliar, but delightful sound escaped Severus's lips while he looked at the vial of powdered bicorn horn and shredded boomslang skin. Hermione joined his laughter as he rolled the small jars in his palm. "Now, I couldn't afford a full bicorn horn or a sheet of boomslang skin, but the apothecary informed my buyer that these were just as good. Besides, I didn't take a full horn, just...a nub." This made Severus snicker again and Hermione decided she liked the sound very much. Apparently his laughter was also unfamiliar to the others in the room. It wasn't until Hermione looked up from Severus that she realized the small group had surrounded them, including Voldemort who had made his way next to the Potion's master.

"Will you not share your...merriment with the rest of your party?" Severus stood up.

"Forgive me, my lord. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"There is nothing to forgive Severus. The Dark Lord is only curious about this sudden change in your demeanor." Hermione had to turn her head slightly, hiding the roll of her eyes from the use of Voldemort speaking of himself in the first person.

"Hermione has surprised me with a gift, nothing more, my lord."

"Is that so, Hermione?" asked Voldemort, emphasizing her name, while removing the note from Severus's possession. Hermione bit her lower lip, furious that he ruined the moment due to his jealousy. The others might see his actions as being cautious, but Hermione knew better. Prat! Voldemort opened the letter, Hermione watched as his jawline tightened from the words she wrote. "How touching," he said, with an imitation grin, placing the piece of parchment in his robe. "It's getting late and you had a long week Severus, I think it's best your celebration comes to an end. Don't you?" Severus, placed his hand on his chest and bowed to his master joining the rest of the Death Eaters exiting in the room.

"Oh, Severus! Don't forget this," said Narcissa grabbing Hermione's gift that was accidentally left behind.

"Thank you, Narcissa, but-" Severus narrowed his eyes with uncertainty, looking down at the chunky material in the box.

"I figured your birthday gift needed something more," said Hermione, walking past Voldemort to remove the scarf from the box. "I know black is your usual color of choice, but...I thought I'd take a risk and be a bit more daring." Hermione placed the dark grey scarf around Severus's neck, tossing an end around his shoulder. "I hope the color isn't too eccentric for you." Hermione smiled when she saw the corner of his mouth twitch, before presenting her with a stiff bow and leaving the room. Hermione heard multiple cracks of Apparition beyond the door, indicating that everyone followed his orders. She started to follow suit, making her way to the door, until she felt Voldemort's long fingers encase around her wrist.

"No dearest, we have some matters to discuss."