Title: It’s My Party And I’ll Go If I Feel Like It Pairing: Severus/Hermione Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from the creation of this fanfic drabble Notes: It was great fun creating this drabble for you, Toblass. I hope you enjoyed it.
“Like what you see, then?”
From the shadows he emerged, bathed in the light of the harvest moon, resplendent in black silk. His slashed doublet revealed the shirt beneath, like blood-red rubies adorning his sleeves. Upon his raven hair was a velvet cap trimmed with onyx. With his black Van-Dyck beard and slender frame, Severus was the epitome of the darkly dashing Renaissance baron.
Hermione regarded him appreciatively, and bowed in her stiffly brocaded crimson dress. “I like very much, my lord. And thou?”
Pleased at her reaction, he allowed his liquid eyes to rake over her with black fire. “Oh, yes, pet.” He stroked her cheek, his glossy voice putting the silk costume to shame. “You are as radiant as the sun.” His lips ghosted over hers with decadent langour as his hands slid over her breasts.
“It seems a pity to waste this on a Halloween fancy-dress ball,” she moaned, burning with her own heat.
“I agree,” Severus purred, drawing her back into the shadows toward their bed. “We’ll save them for next year.”
She protested weakly, “But we really should go down. After all, our guests are waiting.”
He was already pushing the dress from her pale shoulders. “Let them wait.”