David rubbed his palms on his knees as he stared at his only child and her professor.
The man sat on the cusp of his seat, looking very ready to flee at any moment or whip out his wand and hex him. He was sallow-skinned, with long, black hair and a large, beaky nose. He was dressed in a slimming black sweater and crisp black trousers; his trainers were black as well and a peek of white from underneath his sweater finished off the look. At least he's not dressed in those wizard robes that I saw Hermione in at graduation, David mused.
The professor had a graceful air about him but he seemed…dark, dangerous. The complete opposite of Hermione, who was light, lovely and harmless as a kitten—unless of course you angered her. Then she was a very scary witch who knew how to use her wand.
"So, um, Mr. Snape—" Jean began absently, her eyes flitting everywhere but the wizard.
He held up a scarred hand. "Please, Madame, call me Severus. Mr. Snape was my—" His words faltered and for a second, he looked a bit ashen, like a plant left in the closet for days. "—My father," he continued and his Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I'm going to state the obvious," he said and David leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
If this man harmed a hair on his daughter's head, he'd strangle him. With lots and lots of floss.
"Hermione and I are not in a relationship. I am her ex-professor, yes, but I don't—I don't date ex-students, regardless of how attractive I find them," Snape said and folded his hands in his lap, watching them with cold, gleaming eyes that of a predator, like a…a snake.
"Are you saying you find me attractive?" Hermione asked in a loud, shrill voice that grated on David's nerves as she turned to Snape with wide, alarmed eyes. He chuckled and David could see the amusement and a bit of worry in his eyes. They flickered for a second before they smoothed out, returning cold.
Interesting, thought the dentist as he watched the two of them interact. Snape relaxed, guard dropping as he taunted her; Hermione was snapping back at him, arms crossed, her foot hitting his leg as her eyes sparkled. David could see the adoration in Snape's dark eyes. The lines around his severe face relaxed, like he was enjoying himself, teasing Hermione. The banter was refreshing, seeing as his daughter was a bit of recluse for a woman of her age.
"I think our visit needs to be cut short," Jean said abruptly and stood, sweeping crumbs off her skirt. David stood slowly, his bones creaking with age. At his age, he found it difficult to stand up from sitting, because he was ancient according to his friends. It didn't help that his wife was his junior by a decade and could move so easily, so fluid just like their daughter.
"What?" Hermione screeched as she shot up—her ample breasts bounced, David noticed, but Snape's eyes flitted down, lingered for a moment, and then returned to her face—and scrambled forward.
"I have patients to attend to," David said lightly, watching Snape stand. The man was an imposing, towering figure, like the Grim Reaper.
"Hermione, I believe it's best if we get going as well," Snape said in a silky voice that was, David hated to admit it, quite alluring and Hermione nodded solemnly.
"Yes," she sighed reluctantly and pushed her curls out of her face; David smiled at the familiar gesture. His little girl would always have those little habits, whether it was pushing her uncontrollable hair out of the way or the way she'd chew on the ends when she was nervous.
If she didn't have those habits, she wouldn't be his little girl. David stretched and felt his bones pop. "Damn," he said, laughing, "I'm getting old."
"Hush!" Jean playfully backhanded his arm. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around Hermione, breathing in the coconutty scent of her curly hair.
"I love you," he said and kissed her forehead. When Jean moved in to hug her, David turned to Snape, who stood, closed off, guarded. He was dripping danger. "It was nice to meet you, Severus." Snape's dark eyes watched him like a hawk. "You better take good care of my baby girl because, if you don't, I'm going to kick your ass."
Snape's eyes widened for a split second before his expression glossed over. His chin tilted up. "I have no such intentions of harming her. She…she's truly amazing," he said, his voice calm as David took notice in his rolled up sleeves. A black tattoo, very ugly, flashed at him, a glimpse of a withering snake and cackling skull. "Forgive me," Snape apologized smoothly, looking away at Hermione and her mother, twittering about something and laughing.
"I've got a few of my own tats," laughed David.
Snape's solid eyes met his and he saw a regretful man, worn down by life, by his mistakes. "I'm not proud of it," he mumbled, head bowed like he was ashamed.
David clapped him on the shoulder in a paternal way and lowered his voice, glancing at his daughter, who was absorbed in her mother. "We all have done things we aren't proud of. Even an old, lame dentist like me." He made a laughing sound. "Well," he said rather loudly, turning to the twittering girls.
Hermione smiled up at him. "We better get going. Lots of root canals and dental checkups, yada, yada," David laughed and threw Snape a nod. The black-clad man nodded back.
"It was lovely seeing you…and your boyfriend," Jean told Hermione as she kissed her daughter's cheek, leaving a stain of nude lipstick.
The witch snorted a laugh. "He's not my boyfriend," she argued, face turning redder than cherry tomatoes at the summer spent in their woodland cottage.
Not yet, thought David as he wrapped an arm around his wife. Hermione grabbed a fistful of Floo powder and threw it in the fire.
"Doctor Grangers' Office!" he yelled as he stepped into the green flames. As he turned to wave goodbye, he saw Hermione poking Snape in the chest while he suppressed a smile and in his black, black eyes was adoration.
He's completely smitten with her.