SUMMARY: When Snape unfairly gives Hermione a bad mark, she's not about to sit back and take it. Instead, she asks for
the mark to be changed...and anything that entails. Manipulative Hermione. AU where Snape still taught Potions
instead of DADA in the sixth year. Snape/Hermione.
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Hermione's nostrils flared as her breathing became more and more erratic and harsh looking at the piece of parchment in her hand.
It was her marked Potions essay, which she had meticulously studied and polished for many hours on end the previous week.
The topic: using scavenged elf and goblin materials to revitalize and add new elements to old potion recipes, giving them new meanings and depths. It was groundbreaking research, really. An absolutely brilliant piece, well above and beyond the level of what should have even been expected of a sixth year Hogwarts student. Expectations which she regularly exceeded in all her classes, let alone Potions.
Therefore, it was an absolute blight on her spotless record and near perfect GPA that a horrible, unacceptable B- had been scrawled on her essay.
Oh, how it made her blood boil.
The man responsible for giving her this mark was going to regret it for the rest of her life.
Hermione knew her essay at least deserved an A...at the very minimal though an A+ would be highly more accurate.
Unfortunately, a certain bitter old Potions professor refused to do anything that might help along her very certain placement as an Advanced Potions apprentice by the end of the year.
Hermione crushed the edge of the parchment in her hands, tempted to tear it up, including the horrible, snide remarks and grade Snape had scribbled down in red ink over her own black ink.
This time Snape had gone too far.
She never took it personally before when Snape singled Harry, Ron and her out for being Gryffindor's and friends of Potter... because the professor had still kept his marking fair.
But an unjust, inaccurate mark? Just because he held a grudge against her best friend?
Oh this is war, Hermione smirked to herself. I will not go down without a fight. I'm getting that Potions apprenticeship, Severus, whether you like it or not.
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Hermione marched straight to his office, down in the Slytherin dungeons. The air was moist here and the stone walls of the castle here seemed to echo more like a cave. She sensed this part of the castle had been partly built under the lake.
She stared wide-eyed as Slytherin students gave her looks and seemed to whisper things at the intrusion of a Gryffindor in their domain. She just clutched her book bag tighter to her chest and ignored their dirty glares. She had her wand in the pocket of her robes if they wanted to start trouble.
More likely than not, they were more afraid of her than she of them.
Being of the infamous Golden Trio, they probably worried that she came to investigate them over some matter the Slytherins were involved in. For it was true, she never wandered thru the hallways of the Slytherin dungeons unless she was was up to something.
At any other time, that might be true, but it wasn't true today.
Today wasn't for Harry or Voldemort or the Death Eaters or any of the war.
Today was personal.
Academic to the core, with two doctor parents, she took her grades very seriously and prided herself on her performance.
The brunette rounded around a pillar and tried to get out of sight from passing Slytherins before she subtly walked straight through the hallway to Snape's office and whispered, "Alohamora."
To her surprise, the Potions professor had no further locks on his office door.
'Probably doesn't hide things here,' Hermione thought to herself. 'But hides the dark things elsewhere or at another location.'
Guiltily, she remembered how much Harry and her wanted to find out if Snape was really a Death Eater or whether he was really aligned to Dumbledore afterall. Well, those questions would have to wait for another day. Hermione bit her lip as an idea struck. Unless she were able to snoop around at the same time as fixing her mark.
She smiled in an almost Slytherin way as she closed the mahogany office door behind her and announced her arrival with a shout.
"Professor Snape are you there? I've come to ask you a question!"
Snape was not sitting at his desk, if he was even here at all.
She quickly took stock of the busy contents and large piles of books and parchments in the round-shaped office. A small fireplace with a cauldron hung boiling and hissing by the side.
Suddenly another door from behind the fireplace swung open as the Professor himself returned. She tried to look over his shoulder to see where the extra door led to but it was dark and the door swung shut quickly before she could see. However, she made a mental note to return here when he was absent and snoop down that door to see where it led to.
Snape cleared his throat, irritated already at her presence. "May I ask Miss Granger what gave you the right to come visit my office," he hissed out the word territorially. "without an appointment or even knocking." He pointed angrily at the door. "You do know the door is there for knocking before entry, otherwise you may find you are not welcome or permitted to just traipse in here at your beck and call." With that, he dramatically sat down at his desk, his black robes billowing around him like a cape.
Hermione just raised an eyebrow. That was quite a speech already and she hadn't even told him what she wanted yet.
He was a spitball of fire. Well, try me, she was one too.
Unimpressed, Hermione began to claim her own grievance, completely ignoring his. She sat at the chair directly across from his desk and placed the parchment on his desk.
"I believe you marked this," she said accusatorily.
Snape looked distastefully down his nose at the parchment. He barely looked at it.
Perhaps the bastard hadn't even read her paper before marking it so dismissively.
"And what of it? Do you attempt to come here to claim a grievance?" His lips curled in distaste at the word and his dark eyes briefly met hers for a split second before he stared boredly behind her head as if he couldn't count the seconds before she was gone from his office. "I do believe if you have something to contest with your mark, Miss Granger, you can simply work harder on your next assignment to ensure the mark is more to your liking."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, though her temper flared. How dare he make her sound like some petulant child!
She knew she would need more cunning and wits than anger to get her way with this impossible man. Otherwise, the man would just give her a detention and then her next mark might be even worse in retaliation.
"I believe you know, Severus, that my essay went above and beyond expectations for a sixth year Potions research paper," she spoke as authoratitively as she could, trying to keep her upset emotions out of her voice.
"Do not dare address me by my first name, Miss Granger." He corrected her quickly. "We are not on such familial terms."
Hermione huffed out a laugh. "I do believe we are NOT, indeed sir." She met his eyes again and was struck for a second by their depth. She swallowed and looked down briefly at his desk as she inhaled. "Which is why I do not understand why your marking has been so personal in its nature."
"Personal?" He snapped.
This was the absolute truth of the matter. And the one, Hermione knew, Snape, as with any other corrupt teacher bent off their power, would stringently deny til the end. A teacher would hardly ever admit to favouritism, or its opposite, antagonism in marking of students. Yet that was absolutely what Snape did on the regular, particularly to the Gryffindors and particularly to the Gryffindors closest to Harry Potter. It was pure malice and compeltely unprofessional. But it would be no easy task to get Severus Snape to admit he was a bigot with a hard-on for torturing the Gryffindors in the class, particularly those who reminded him of James Potter, his old nemesis.
"Yes, personal," Hermione repeated, as if she were explaining this all to a dumb toddler having a tantrum.
She leaned forward a bit and hoped a trace of her cleavage showed through her robes. Snape shifted uncomfortably.
"You know as well as I do that you have some kind of personal vendetta against my friend, Harry Potter. And that it just so happens now your recent actions reflect your distaste at the idea of my tutelage under your wing next year. You don't want to deal with me on a daily basis in your lab or right beside you."
Severus Snape really met her eyes now, staring at her as if she were a worthy opponent and no longer just a trifling he could brush aside with a threat of detention.
"How interesting a theory. Yet I assure you, you do flatter yourself." Yet his eyes were dark as ever. He crossed his long, pale fingers into a triangle over his desk.
"I have marked your paper as objectively as if I never laid eyes on you. So," he paused on the word. "I have no reason to change the mark."
Hermione had waited for his resistance. She knew it was coming. So she would have to use another arsenal in her bag of wits to weigh things into her favour. Because Severus Snape was feeding her nothing but bullshit, she felt not the slightest remorse to give him some bullshit back in his direction.
"Oh, that's interesting. Because I know for a fact that Draco Malfoy's paper was not half so well written and yet you gave him a better mark." In fact, she knew none of this for sure. But knowing Snape's intense favouritism, it might as well have been a fact.
The way he twitched ever so slightly told her she was correct in her guesses.
"Now how could that happen?" Hermione teased, giving as good as a Slytherin. "It couldn't be that Draco Malfoy is your godson and you displayed a remarkable amount of unprofessionality in giving him the edge for next year's apprenticeship. Now how would the Ministry of Education feel about that, I wonder?"
"Miss Granger, are you threatening me?"
She sat up slightly and crossed her legs.
She noticed then that the proffesor's eyes briefly followed the movement of her legs. She felt a jolt in her stomach as she realized that, despite his hatred of her and crusty outward shell, Severus Snape was also a flesh-and-blood heterosexual man and susceptible to the sight of a woman's skin and curves. In that moment, she blessed her luck that today was one of the days she wore her Gryffindor plaid skirt under her robes, rather than pants.
Without stockings underneath.
She had seen his eyes briefly distracted by the sight of her bare thighs.
"You do flatter yourself," she repeated his words back to him.
"Do I?" He wetted his bottom lip. His expression unreadable.
The office was unbearably silent for a long moment; the tension grown so thick you could slice it with a slicing hex and spread it on bread.
Hermione crossed her legs again. Her movements achingly slow and sensual as if she were just awakening to her power.
"I wouldn't dream of trying to threaten you." She pressed her thighs together. "In fact, I simply want my mark changed. Because you, as well as I, know that you didn't give me the mark I deserve."
"I gave you the mark you deserved, Miss Granger!" Snape declared with a sneer, suddenly standing up to his full height. "Now you can leave my office at once, before I punish you with so many detentions you're going to regret ever stepping into my office for an appeal!"
Hermione stood up as well. She wasn't backing down. She had already gone too far in her movements for her inneundo to go unnoticed.
She was going all in, and truth be told, she'd never been more glad that they had this meeting of minds. She was tired of being tossed aside by the Potions professor and dismissed as a nuisance. She was much much more than that.
And since he had refused to see her as anything but a nuisance and Harry Potter's side-chick, she was going to force Snape to reevaluate his opinion of her. Whether he liked it or not, he would never see Hermione Granger the same way again. Her lips curled into a sensuous smile. Truth be told, as much as their hate was mutual, she had never denied how his deep voice sometimes produced chills in her core. She hated him, but by Merlin, this only made her want to mess around with his mind more.
"Seeing as you have such a distaste for my presence, perhaps YOU professor had better rethink giving me so many detentions that I'm never out of your sight. It would be a bit antithetical to your intentions of getting rid of me, wouldn't it?" She stepped around his desk until she was a mere foot away from him. His tall form was still as a statue as she stood by him. "Do you really want to spend to spend so much time alone with me?" she looked up at him, almost fawningly, her mark laid forgotten as she set on her new design.
Snape bit back a hiss. "Get out. Right now." Yet he didn't move an inch as she sat on his desk, facing him, her legs opening so he was certain he could probably see under her skirt. She wore red lace underwear. For him. She hoped he would notice later if he was so bold as to touch her or make a move. For now he seemed as still as a statue unable to decide what to do with her.
Until he swung down on her, crushing her hands on either side of her so her wrists were pinned to the desk, by her knees, and she could not possibly reach for her wand.
Their faces were so close now she could feel his breath on her face and as he spoke his dark eyes never left her face. "Just what are you playing at, you little wench?" His nostrils flared and she felt terrified for a second he was going to use his skills to obliviate her.
Instead, he continued heavy breathing across her face.
Daring to be bold, despite shaking, she leaned into his face, so that their lips were barely an inch apart as she spoke. "I'm not trying anything, sir. This is more than a mark. This is truly personal."
He tutted lowly. "Miss Granger, you should know better. Whatever your designs."
"I have no designs." For in this moment, she truly meant it. Whatever she had intended before, she was too deep into the lust of the moment to care about anything except having him inside her. As despicable as that was, perhaps, she had never before this moment realized how magnetized she was to him. Perhaps that's why she hated him so intently. Perhaps that's why he hated her. "I swear," she said and licked her lips.
If her ears did not deceive her, he actually emitted a groan. She could feel the inkling of the clouded lust behind his facade.
But then his next words were low and full of spite. "Do you really think you can come down here and so simply seduce me? Do you think your professor so thick and daft that I would risk everything to mess around with a student, let alone one I despise and cannot stand the sight of?"
His hands however stayed on her wrists and they felt moist.
Til suddenly he let her go and she nearly felt backwards on the desk at the change in dynamic.
She was in the shock of his life at the next words that fell out of his lips.
"Bend over the desk and lift up your skirt, Miss Granger."
She was too shocked to move. Was he actually reciprocating or was this something else?
"Do it, Granger," he snapped, his voice loud and angry.
Shaking and unsure if she had tempted the dragon beyond the point of getting burned, she slowly turned around and with shaking hands bent over his desk and lifted her skirt.
"Good."
There was a throaty, lustful quality in his voice that she had never heard before. She imagined he was staring at the red thong which bared most of her skin.
"You know what you've done. In lieu of detention, I will spank you."
Hermione exhaled in a mixture of exhilaration and fear and surprise. Could he really be doing this? This was nothing like a side of Snape she had ever imagined being able to see.
She nearly choked as his hand lowered and gripped her bottom softly and then extremely possessively. She breathed erratically.
Would he do something more?
No, the next five minutes of her life were the most strange and erotic of her entire life before as Snape beat her bottom with his hands.
It did not hurt, he was not rough but he was not gentle either.
She gasped as his hand lingered after the last spank before he lowered her skirt and pulled her up off the desk.
He looked absolutely ashamed and conflicted. Her mouth fell open trying to find some words to say.
"Get out of my office," Snape hissed before she could speak. "Now."
She had never seen the Potions Professor so angry.
She decided it would be unwise to test him further.
A line had been crossed. On both their sides, but Hermione Granger was unsure if either of them would ever have the courage to say what had trespassed here...or the courage to follow up to its completion.
She walked out of his office and down the Slytherin halls on shaking legs, her hair sticking to her neck with sweat.
The past half hour or so had been among the most exhilirating of her life.
How had something so dark yet exciting been hidden from her for so long?
She licked her lips. Feeling empowered. Alive. Full of lust. Full of fear. Full of anticipation.
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