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The wheels ticked in his head, seeing her again was driving him mad. He knew where she worked and what she did at night, as well as during the day, but he just couldn't bring himself to see her again. To see the mistakes he had made reflected in her eyes. Though, of course he enjoyed having her bum move across his lap, grinding against the straining of his pants. He especially loved seeing her thrust her head back when she was dancing for him, like the way she once did when they made love.
When….
Dangerous thoughts.
Best not to think of them.
Particularly when there is so much work he had to be doing. He sighed before starting to write his papers for the next couple of weeks, attempting to flush out the images of his naked ex-girlfriend. After about 3 hours he stretched, his neck and back cracked as he lent back against his chair, ink staining the sides of his fingers from where he held the pen.
Night was falling readily outside his window and he could hardly keep his thoughts from her. She would definitely be at the club tonight. She was a favourite of all the men, that could clearly be seen, and a lot of the women as well. Her high breasts, long shapely legs, and that divine ass. Top it off with her long curly, but wild chestnut hair she was a wet dream come to life. She shimmied around the stage like she belonged there and indeed she captivated everyone's attention as soon as she stepped onto it.
He slapped his hands on the desk before pushing away from it and stalking angrily around the room. He muttered furiously to himself "you had your chance, you lost it. I'm sure she has someone else anyway. Stupid, stupid man".
He cradled his head in his hands as he stood there, chest heaving, trying not to go to see her. He walked quickly to the door, grabbed his coat and turned off the lights before exiting his house and making his way to The Crown.
After waiting impatiently in line behind some bumbling morons he made his way into the club, after walking up to the bar and ordering a gin and tonic he sat down to wait for his girl.
He could barely hide his disdain when a man sat at the table with him and began talking to him.
"I remember you, I saw you the other night with that bint, the one with the fantastic tits. You completely booked her out for the evening, you arrogant ass."
Severus turned to face the putrid individual and gave him a withering glare, "Mind who you talk to boy that 'bint' is an extraordinary women, like all the women here and they aren't just scraps of meat for you and your friends to fight over. All women should be treasured and looked after, so take care who you talk to like that, or you might never talk again".
The man left the seat and hurried away casting frightened looks over his shoulders at the cranky man. Severus sat back and sipped his drink, admiring the women on display before shaking his head at the louts watching the women.
His thoughts drifted back to the fateful evening he and Hermione broke up.
Hermione glared angrily at her lover, "You have been inattentive, a right proper arrogant asshole to be around recently and I feel like you hardly talk to me anymore. This isn't how it was supposed to be. I'm leaving you Severus, don't try and contact me, I'm leaving for uni tonight. Goodbye." With a last tearful look at him she accioed all her items and stalked off into the night before apparating away.
He could hardly believe what had happened, he knew he had been a bit distracted recently but he hadn't thought that they would break up. He knew maybe he should have said something to her, to try and calm her down but he didn't think he had the energy, not with his thesis getting rejected and general melancholy feelings creeping in. He thought maybe he would try and reconcile with her, but none of his owls were getting through and he wasn't sure he could handle being shut down again.
Shaking his head to clear the memory of the angst they had gone through, he smirked as Hermione took the stage. He could barely keep his eyes off of her delectable frame as she sashayed across the stage dressed in a tight leather dress that emphasised every curve. He watched as men in the club practically started drooling over his woman and he couldn't take it. Severus walked over to the manager, a pompous arse, half-glared at him and took a deep breath.
"Do you remember me?" Severus asked baiting the manager.
"Yes, I do."
"Good, then youll remember the kind of money I have and how I use it, and I want to book her for this evening. No one else can come in and use her. Agreed?"
The manager swallowed, obviously threatened by the dark man standing in front of him. Mr. Crane was used to dealing with drunkards and assholes who only half meant what they said, but it was very obvious that Severus was very possessive and had the right kind of money and energy to completely ruin him.
He shook Severus's hand and agreed upon a sum of 2 thousand pounds for 2-3 hours of Hermione/ The Angels time.
Severus returned his glass to the bar and waited by the cordoned off area to enter the lap dance room.
Hermione was finishing her routine, which included grinding up against another girl before blowing a kiss to the audience and sauntering off-stage to get changed for her lap dance routine.
She quickly stripped and stepped into a black brassiere and panties before sliding stockings up her legs and attaching them to her garter belt. After stepping into some heels she walked into the room and almost walked out again once she saw Severus Snape standing there.
"What are you doing here" she demanded, "you have no right to come here and invade my life again"
"I think you'll see you're wrong ma chère" Snape whispered silkily at Hermione, "You see, I have bought you for this evening so we can talk, or so that I can have a delightful dance from you, and I think you'll fine I'll keep doing this until you listen to me". Taking a step back Hermione steeled herself and acted professionally, or at least attempted to.
"I think you'll find Mr. Snape that we have nothing to talk about"
"Wrong again Hermione. You see, you ran out that night and left me hurting and I wanted you to know I still love you"
Her eyes filled with tears as she listened to him explain his reasons for why he had been withdrawn and snappy.
"Im sorry I doubted you Severus, we never should have broken up and I can't believe I was foolish enough to run away when you obviously needed me".
He gently took her hand in his and pulled her over to the two seater couch in the room. Sitting them both down he kissed her lightly on both cheeks and then drew close to her.
His breath tickled across her lips, and they parted slightly before she pressed them against his. He instantly took control of the kiss, thoroughly dominating her, leaving her panting for more. Grinning at her dazed smile he pulled away properly before leaning in and hugging her tightly.
"Its ok ma chère," he whispered in her ear, "we have forever to re-learn how to be a couple again if that's what you want."
She smiled at him before suddenly smirking evilly and stood up, walking over to her pole. With a push on the remote on a stand by the couch, music started playing and she started swaying her hips, eyes locked on Severus.
Winking at him before licking her lips she huskily said "How bout one last dance".
The end