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A/N: If you are just now starting this or even restarting it I am in the middle of making edits and changes. This is my first fic ever.

Side note: I'm not a friggin English major and I have never wrote anything before. There are going to be punctuation and grammar errors. It's reality. Can't handle it don't read. If you want to leave negative feedback at least be gentle with constructive criticism.

Hermione slouched over the table in the library. It was quiet, empty, and dark. It isn't like most students wanted to spend their evenings hunched over dusty old books in the library. Especially of their own free will. She dug her fingers into her tangled, bushy hair. Over the year she had slowly quit caring about trying to contain the curls. With N.E.W.T.S coming up soon she was just focused on trying to cram every last word of knowledge she could into her brain. She wanted to make sure she had exhausted Hogwarts of all knowledge before she finally left. A moment she couldn't wait for.

Very few of her friends had returned after the war, and even those that had were busy with their own lives. Luna and Ginny spent their time giggling, socializing, and appearing normal. Like things were just moving forward as they should. House parties, quidditch matches…..all things she once enjoyed partaking in she no longer felt the desire for. It basically felt as she had no one anymore. She felt alone despite Luna and Ginny's attempts to involve her. Sure she was also moving forward….graduating, studying, and growing. But it still seemed as if something could never be repaired. Emotionally she wasn't moving forward.

Her rational conclusion was she had become depressed. It wasn't shocking really. Erasing her entire life from those she loved the most, watching endless friends and amazing people die was bound to take its toll on her. At least Ginny and Luna had their family to return to, and for that she couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Maybe it was for the better that she remained isolated.

In a fit of surged feelings she slammed her fist down on the Ancient Ruins book in front of her. The smell of a well worn book lifted into the air and she sighed. All she wanted to do was finish her NEWTS, get out, and move on. Why did her mind keep taking her thoughts down the road of the weary? It was like she couldn't control it. Nothing was able to distract her long enough to even find a minutes worth of piece anymore. Maybe her brain had finally reached capacity at Hogwarts. There was no joy left here and she just wanted to get away.

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It was a Thursday evening, and all Hermione wanted to do was keep her mind busy. She toured the castle going over every painting and thinking of every memory etched into the stones. Running her delicate fingers across the cool surfaces hoping to feel something. She knew the castle better than any student. Years of explorations with Harry and Ron took her to many hidden parts of the castle. Now with title of Head Girl she was free to roam as she pleased. Thursday evenings meant many halls were going to be crowded. Full of students making their weekend plans to celebrate yet another school week ending. Along the way she would occasional chat with other students who stopped her. It was just a part of being the iconic trio.

Most of them were the younger students and they looked at her with fascination. They wanted to hear everything she would say about anything. It felt good to a degree. People wanting her and all. The children in their house robes staring up at her in awe. But when they started wanting to hear war stories she would shut them down and move on. She was perfectly fine to discuss studies, anything about Hogwarts, and all the future had to offer them. It was fun to see their young minds perk up with hope and possibility that the world of magic offered them. However she had no intention of willingly letting her brain roam that beaten path.

Hermione took her time backing away from the crowd of students that had gathered near her, then turned down towards the dungeons. The chill and dampness felt good against her skin and her lungs as she inhaled with relaxation. Fewer students would be there and she wasn't particularly up for more chatting. Professor Snape did a good job at keeping his halls mostly cleared of excessive socialization.

There were a few young Slytherins lurking about, leaning on the stone walls, obviously having yet to endured their head of house. That or they just felt a surge of rebellion. Oh to be young and happy. Hermione thought as she rolled her eyes, looking away from the few that sat on the cold floor against a bench.

As she turned her eyes from the small group she ran into something and it bounced her brain back into focus. She had walked straight into a young girl with the facial structure similar to that of her own. The girl looked up and backed away. "I'm sorry Miss Granger," the young Slytherin said with her eyes to the ground. Her demeanor was one of embarrassment.

"No no, the apology is mine. I should have been paying attention," Hermione replied instantly as she tried to sound comforting. She ran her hands over the front of skirt and crouched down to the girls eye level. Hermione smiled at her. "and please call me Hermione dear." The girl seemed to perk up a bit and picked at the edge of her uniform sleeve. "What is your name?"

"My name is Frenia Stillwater, Hermione." The girl paused for a second deciding if she wanted to continue on. "I have so many questions for you. Do you have a minute? I can't believe I am speaking to you!" Frenia bounced back at her happily.

Hermione closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. It was her fault for continuing the conversation. But how could she deny the opportunity to inspire the young mind, especially one so enticed to learn. Frenia did seem overly excited after all. Her round little cheeks had been brought to full capacity and her own brown hair bounced in excitement. She couldn't say no to that. Someone full of happiness. Hermione looked up at the ceiling then stood, guiding Frenia over to a bench with her hand upon her back so they could sit.

Moments later Frenia's eyes widened and she scooted away cautiously. Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion. She knew she must appear a mess, but a sudden and random reaction like that seemed odd. She slowly turned her neck around only to find a dark figure towering over them.

"Miss Stillwater what have we discussed about continued chatter?" Professor Snape hissed from behind Hermione. He folded his arms across his chest and glared down at them over the bridge of his nose. "This is your one….and only…... warning Miss Stillwater. Be sure….it doesn't happen…..again."

Him and those over drawn out dramatic pauses. Hermione turned to Frenia to say goodbye, but she was already to the end of the hall and turning almost leaving a plume of dust behind her. Hermione exhaled a deep breath of disappointment and relief as she stood to continue on. At least there was quiet again. Maybe it meant it was time to return to her room for the evening, so she could continue the numbing of her brain alone.

"Where do you think you are going Miss Granger?" Snape growled at her from behind.

Hermione slowly turned on her heel to face him. She raised her eyebrows. "Is there something you need professor?"

Snape gauged her up and down taking mental note of her unkept state. "I will not have you feeding bad habits in my house. What business do you have here?"

Hermione looked around to see that the few students that were around had fled. She returned her eyes to the professor black eyes. "I have no business Professor, I was merely occupying myself with a stroll."

"Did you finally manage to memorize the entire schools text?", he mocked. "Surely you can find a more suitable action to occupy that perfect brain of yours, rather than wondering about the schools corridors."

Hermione balled her first in anger at her sides, and her knuckles started turning white. Her face began to tense and she refused to breathe. She spoke as she exhaled. "I am happy to inform you that I am more than prepared for my N.E.W.T.S and I am simply waiting for the school to catch up with me. Are you ready sir? Perhaps you should be preparing yourself instead of picking on students all day."

Snape lowered his arms to his sides as the black fabric flowed with them. He slowly stepped towards her until he was a foot from her face. He spoke in a rather disturbingly calm and quiet tone. "You dare get cheeky with me? How about we put that big brain of yours to work and see if you are truly ready for your potions."

In a flash he snatched her forearm and began dragging her towards his classroom. His stride was a pace she could barely keep up with it. He opened the door and flung her inside, slamming the door behind him. The overpowering aroma of herbs and metal cauldrons hit her in the face. She stumbled but caught herself as he swept past her.

Hermione heart began to pound as her face tightened more. This was supposed to be a calm evening meant to pass the time without issue. A mere desperate attempt to not let her mind wander. Her face couldn't help but continue to tense with anger until it was red hot. Why can't I just have one fucking stroll that is calm and quiet. No noise, no studies, no people, just emptiness. Oh right it's because that's your life.

"Sit." barked Snape as he turned to a shelf. Hermione reluctantly slid into the nearest chair. He returned and slapped some parchment and a quill before her. "If you are so ready and confident in your mastering of the art that is potion making you will not have a problem writing the full recipes for the Polyjuice Potion, Amortentia, Veritaserum and Felix Felicis in complete detail."

Hermione restrained the desire to roll her eyes and reached for the quill. He kept his pale hand on the parchment. "Along with the various errors that could occur to each during the brewing process." He said dryly.

"Then I will be here for hours!" Hermione shot at him. She felt like her head was going to explode.

Snape's face was forceful, and uncaring. "You said you were ready for NEWTS and needed to occupy yourself. Here is a proper solution." He replied as he turned towards his desk.

Hermione looked at the quill blankly. The last thing she wanted to do was to continue boring her mind with endless academics as she had done all year. It had helped at the beginning of the year but as the leaves began to fall it lost its appeal and satisfaction. Turning into nothing more than another mundane task. She brought her eyes back up and looked at his cloaks movement and he was walking away. " No." She said sternly.

Snape stopped. Slowly he turned to her. "Excuse...me?" He glared at her with eyes that would have sent any first year running. "Need I remind you that I am your professor and defiance of any sort is unacceptable. Especially from a matured seventh year?" His glare intensified to anger lingering below the surface.

Once you go there there is no going back. You know the potions, why don't you just do it already? Hermione slouched back in her chair and shrugged at him. "I don't care. Deduct points, floo McGonagall, and simply do as you wish. I will not sit here for hours boring myself with more work." She said carelessly.

Next thing she knew he was upon her. Large hands on the front of the desk at which she sat. " Then. I. Shall." He snarled lowly. "Won't the school be thrilled when they discover Gryffindor's Golden Girl has become a defiant, broken, and incapable student during her final months at Hogwarts. Won't they be proud of your representation."

Good job Hermione. Now you've done it. Hermione's eyes returned his glare. The emotions swelling inside her as she attempted to stay composed. How did he know she was so lost. So broken, yet still had the desire to shine. Her face winced and a tear escaped her eye.

He raised an eyebrow and his lip curled in victory as a smug look overtook his face. "I see. I have tapped into that big head of yours. Seen your struggle and longing. You finally feel the weight so many less privileged than yourself have always felt." He sneered.

"Since when do you care about feelings professor?" Hermione asked smartly.

Snape pushed away, taken aback by her emotional state, yet returning to the same blank expression that represented him. "Stand." He said smoothly. "Follow...me." he ordered. As she stood she felt the cool air gust up between her legs. At least the chair was keeping my arse warm. She watched Snape begin towards his office. He lead her past and gave his wrist a flick wandlessly unwarding the door to his personal chambers. She paused at the entrance. "I said follow me….Now." he snapped at her.

Hermione looked around. Snape never even gave the smallest insight to his personal life. Letting her into his chambers was odd and alarming. It gave her the chills. Well this might possibly be that end you've been waiting for. Maybe he is on a loose thread also and ready to silence that know it all attitude you've walked around with forever. As she walked in a warm fire crackled and old books lined the walls from floor to ceiling. More were laid upon a small table in the corner. She gazed at them in curiosity. But she slowly continued to follow until she realized he was taking her into his bathroom. She looked at the glossy floor noticing the claw foot tub on the back wall. Again she paused.

"Get in here now!" he growled.

She still hesitated. I tried to warn you Hermione. "Professor I do not wish to intrude upon your personal space. This is inappropriate. I apologize. I will go do your assignment." She backed away but again he grabbed her by the arm, yanking her into the bathroom with him.

"You said to punish you as I wish and I find that traditional methods may hold little effect on you in your current state." He turned the faucet on and opened a small drawer on the top right of his vanity. He withdrew a bar of soap. "I do believe this should clean out that mouth of yours and resolve the manner in which you respond to me."

Told you. Hermione's eyes widened. "You can not do that to me."

"Punish you. As. I. Wish." He snarled. "Weren't those your exact words? Or have you reached the point of perfection you are beyond punishment?" He let go of his arm and removed his cloak. Slowly he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the black sleeves of his dress shirt up his arms.

Hermione couldn't help but notice the slight definition of his lower arms. Sure didn't expect to see arms like that on Snape, Hermione thought to herself. He lathered the soap good with his hands. Quite a few piles of foam had developed along his wrist. Hermione shuddered.

Bringing the bar of soap to aher mouth he said smoothly….."Now open."

Hermione's eyes began to water. Perfect. She wasn't perfect. Everyone thought she was but she wasn't. She was far from it. Well here is your chance to show someone. As she tried to pull away he grabbed her by the back of her neck with his left hand, forcing her face down above the sink. "I said open." he growled.

Her hair fell in front of her face. She slowly opened her mouth as she exhaled roughly through her nose. I can do this. It's just soap. Sooner I get it over the better. I mean what was I thinking? I don't respond to teachers this way or turn down assignments. Ever. Then it was upon her. He shoved the bar of soap into her mouth, her teeth grating the bar as it pushed further back. Is he going to keep me like this forever? The minutes seemed to go on forever.

Finally he removed the bar only to drive it back in and start scrubbing her tongue. She went to pinch her lips together. "Keep it open." He growled. The taste reminded her of the Forbidden Forest for some reason. She again tried to pull away but he continued to force the bar into her mouth. "Now. You will hold that there for 5 minutes Miss Granger. I'd recommend taking this time to reflect upon your actions this evening." He said evenly.

He let go of her neck and she heard his feet shift as he leaned against the bathroom wall. Hermione groaned and laid her face against the cold marble sink. It wasn't as bad as she was expecting it to be honestly. Her thighs were getting tired of her bent position though. She began to scoot her feet around taking pressure off one leg at a time to relax her muscles.

"Did I say you could move?" He grumbled from behind her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nmmhmmrr" was the only thing she could manage around the soap still in her mouth.

"Move around again and I will start increasing your remaining time."

Hermione swayed her hips to adjust herself more comfortably for the remaining minutes as he said it. You better hope that doesn't count. Snape grabbed both her hips from behind. Her eyes widened feeling him against her and she almost choked on the soap. Yup it counted.

"I told you not to move. Apparently you are incapable of restraining yourself." His hands squeezed her hips tighter. "2 additional minutes."

Hermione's heart was racing and her face was flaring. She felt that surge of emotions again, fighting for which one wanted to over take her that moment. She glanced into the mirror. She found that his black eyes were staring at her face. Piercing her. Something about that piercing made her skin itch, and she instinctively moved forward. Mistake.

Snape's hands slammed her arse back into his pelvis keeping her there with an even stronger grip. Hermione's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she breathed heavily. Her nails scratched along the marble as she felt her skin awaken.

"That takes you back up to 5 minutes Miss Granger."

Hermione's skin tingled and she suddenly felt as she couldn't breathe. Her skin had its own heartbeat and she felt an ache begin to grow. What is happening? This is not real. But it was real. She felt every inhale and exhale of her Professor. Her arse nestled deeply against his pelvis. Firmly held in place she closed her eyes and groaned again. This time her hands moving to her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. That was a moan wasn't it Hermione?

He leaned over her back slowly brushing her frizzy locks to the side. He growled into her ear, the warm heat of his breath a mere inch away. "My my my. Is a certain lioness enjoying herself? Is this the punishment you wanted? What else would fix that sharp mouth you've developed." he purred into her ear.

His voice was like silk. Spoken with a silver tongue that made her skin tickle and her body ache. Her face flushed red hot as she wiggled her arse against him. Maybe she could shake the feeling.

"Quit squirming girl." He growled in her ear as he held her tighter. Again her skin surged with energy. It went from her ears to her toes. She continued to wiggle as the sensation between her legs grew not caring Snape was behind her. She just wanted to dull the odd ache and pretend it wasn't what she thought.

She inhaled sharply and froze when she felt it. A hard length was beginning to press into her arse cheek. If her breathing wasn't rough enough it sure was now. How am I feeling this. All of this. Any of this. I haven't felt things in years and I suddenly awake to Professor Snape shoving soap in my mouth and feeling his cock growing against me. It's my fault for wiggling my ass into him….but you liked it. And apparently he did also. Haven't you heard his breathing?

She looked into the mirror meeting his sharp eyes. It felt like they were penetrating her once again. Instantly she could see the concentration in his face and the rigid way he was breathing. So it isn't just me. Has his shoulders always been so firm?

Finally his hand appeared in front of her face. He pulled the soap from her mouth and she sighed in relief but it shook her vocal cords at the same time. He removed his hands and backed up.

She grabbed the faucet and turned it on high. She began shoveling water into her mouth at warp speed. Spitting, rinsing, and scrapping her tongue trying to rid her mouth of the soap. She felt fresh in such a strange way. Her body seemed full of energy, tingly, and alert. Her nerve endings fired in a way they hadn't in years. She should be in tears and running away as soon as he removed his hands. Had she really reached that stage of uncaring about her actions that she didn't care that she had just had her mouth washed out with soap?

Snape studied her from behind. The facts were obvious. Any moron could have figured it out. In front of his own eyes This student, Miss perfect Hermione Granger, had just had her mouth forcibly washed out and she had enjoyed it. She hadn't run. She instead wiggled her little round backside into him. The confusion startled his mind. He steadied his thoughts. "I take it your punishment was fitting to your actions. I see no reason it should be mentioned to anyone."

Hermione turned off the sink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked into the mirror then turned to face him as she stepped forward. In what some would call a challenging manner. He kept his piercing eyes focused on the deep brown eyes of hers. Letting her know he wasn't going to take any threats she may have.

"Of course not Professor." She said blankly. "If my punishment has concluded may I be excused?".

"Get...out." He said evenly.

Hermione put her eyes to the floor. Her heart picking up speed again her eyes caught the bulge in his trousers. "Good evening to you," she said as she slid by him. Only then did he get the full of whiff of her arousal.

"Miss Granger."

Hermione looked back at him to see he hadn't even moved. His black hair obscuring her view of the side of his face. "Yes Professor?" She asked cautiously. All she could think about was how long it would take her to sprint back to her room.

With a low, stern voice..."I still expect the assignment I gave you hand delivered to my desk by 8pm tomorrow night."