Dec 11, Harry Potter, Severus/Hermione, Silk Stockings Title: Silk Stockings Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing/Characters: Severus/Hermione Rating/Warnings: PG-13 Word Count: 313 Disclaimer:here Prompt: #11 – stocking Summary: Potter’s Christmas parties were always as dull as dirt. Until tonight.
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Severus wondered why he had let himself be pressed into coming. These soirees of Potter’s were tedious, though they did allow for a certain amount of information-gathering, as the brat had collected rather impressive friends in the Ministry over the years. Alas, that was another good reason to attend: to be seen by said Ministry friends as Potter’s honored guest, reminding them why they should not bother him.
And so he was avidly not-listening to a conversation between Shacklebolt and Lincrum about the possibility of adopting a Muggle-style Value Added Tax and nearly missed the utterly gorgeous pair of legs that passed not a yard away from where he sat. Nearly missed but not entirely. The stockings adorning those legs shimmered enticingly, seeming to pick up every flicker of every flame in the room. They were the sort of legs he could spend an eternity learning in detail, both with and without their silky covering.
The legs very obligingly stopped, most likely to chat with someone utterly boring. Languorously, he let his gaze travel upwards, until the stockings hid away under the just-barely-long-enough-to-be-modest dress. Appreciatively following the curves to which the fabric clung so deliciously, he wondered vaguely whom he would find himself looking at. When he reached the amused brown eyes, it took him a moment to recognize her.
Hermione Granger picked up a second glass from the tray at which she had stopped and offered him one of the excessively sweet concoctions Potter insisted upon serving at his Christmas parties, saying, “You look thirsty, Professor.”
“You have no idea,” he agreed, accepting and swallowing the syrupy beverage.
“Oh,” she said, leaning a bit closer, blocking his view of her lovely legs but treating him to an entirely different but equally pleasant vista, “I think I just might.”
Perhaps these parties were not, after all, quite so terribly dull as he’d remembered.