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A/N: Ugh, I know that I haven't updated in a long time, and I'm a terrible person. I'M SO SORRY! ARGH! Anyways, without further ado... CHAPTER 11!


Hermione nervously followed Snape to the back of the store, where the lingerie department was. I hope I don't regret this, Hermione worriedly thought, as Snape eagerly grabbed a sheer camisole with lace straps.

"I think you would look good in this," he grinned, and held it out to her. "Try it on!"

Hermione groaned. I do owe him for all the Galleons I borrowed, and for the job, and for the place to stay... It's the least I can do, I guess. She took the offending garment and walked towards the changing rooms.

She unceremoniously threw off her clothes, but compulsively folded them back up. Then, Hermione turned to the mirror and frowned. I look bad.

She paid no heed to her lovely complexion, her slender figure, or her beautifully brown hair. Why am I so skinny? Why are my breasts so small? I wonder what Snape sees in me.

Hermione turned sideways and shot a glare at the mirror. Damn, I look pretty bad. Hermione sadly remembered the days at Hogwarts where she was constantly teased by her peers for her bushy hair and extremely large buck teeth. I don't think I'll ever be pretty. Yet, Snape thinks I'm decent, right? Why else would he want me to model this for him?

She quickly put on the camisole, thinking of how Snape would react, and grew somewhat pleased.


As soon as Hermione closed the door to the changing room, Snape quickly jumped into the the next stall and jumped on a chair, peering over into Hermione's stall. He silently criticized himself for being a pervy old bastard, but this was too good of an opportunity to miss.

Snape's brows furrowed as he saw Hermione stare sadly at her naked self. He knew some girls had pretty low self esteem, but Hermione seemed to be self-loathing. For a nerdy know-it-all, Hermione was stupid.

Why didn't she think she was beautiful? Had she never noticed how the Weasel was practically salivating every time they were talking? Silly girl.

As soon as Hermione slid on the camisole, Snape leaped down hastily and strode to the front of Hermione's stall.

"Done yet?" Snape growled, impatient.

"Coming!" Hermione squeaked, and opened the door.

Snape almost groaned as he checked her out. Hermione looked absolutely wondrous. Her hair was beautiful, reflecting the light of the changing room, and her body was heavenly looking. Snape's eyes glazed as they ran across her long, lily white legs, and her soft curves that the camisole hugged.

She blushed as Snape scrutinized her body, looking like an innocent angel. Hermione looked up and caught his eye, and smiled timidly. "Do you think I should get it?"

Snape grinned wolfishly. "Yes," he purred, and reached out to adjust the straps, gently tickling Hermione's shoulders.

She shivered in delight as Snape's pale digits touched her skin lightly, sending a wave of tremors down her body.

Just then, their little moment was ruined by a crabby, dark-haired sales assistant.

"Excuse-moi, but I think zat zey changing room is strictly for changing, eez it not?" She irritably said in broken English, as she impatiently tapped her burgundy nails across her clipboard.

Hermione jumped away, and scurried back into her stall to put on her clothes.

"I am very sorry for the inconvenience, Madamoiselle," Snape said to the sales assistant as his demeanor changed. He grinned winningly, and stood closer.

The sales assistant blushed. "No trouble, no trouble at all," she tittered as she fluttered her eyelashes.

For the next thirty minutes, Hermione picked out underwear and glowered as Snape and the sales attendant conversed about "the wonderful French culture" and "spectacular romantic getaways on the Coast of Brittany."

Finally, Hermione walked up to Snape, her arms full of panties and bras, and huffed, "I'm done."

Snape sighed, gave the sales assistant his Floo address, and lead Hermione to the counter for check out.


"What's wrong?" Snape questioned innocently as Hermione ignored him.

"Nothing," she replied, and looked at her lap.

"Nothing?" Snape arched a dark eyebrow, and smirked. "Something's got your knickers in a twist, darling."

"That's it," Hermione screeched, and punched him on the arm. "You treat me like a queen at times, but sometimes ignore me because you're chatting up some stupid bint. You're such a womanizer!"

Snape sighed. "Mon petit chou-fleur, I'm a man, and I have needs."

"I could satisfy your needs," Hermione murmured, as they pulled into the drive way.

"What did you say?" Snape looked at Hermione.

She blushed. "Nothing. I guess I'm going to get ready now."

"For what?"

"Meeting Seamus," Hermione said gleefully as Snape frowned.

Hermione giggled and unbuckled the seat belt as Snape turned to her and locked the door, smiling.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, a bit nervous.

"Things that Seamus can't do," Snape said as he reached across to nibble her ear.

Hermione groaned. NO, NO WAY.

Snape sighed and slid his hand down her skirt. "I've been wanting to do this all afternoon," he said, and pulled her into his lap.

Oh shit, Hermione thought. Oh, shit.


A/N: Another cliffy! Did anyone get the TF2 reference? Read and review, thank you! ~XOXO leviosadawn00