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They were packing up their things, ready to leave when Professor Snape walked up to the desk that Hermione, Harry and Ron were standing at, and he said, "Miss Granger, see me after class. I want to discuss your grades."

Hermione watched him glide away across the classroom, snapping at a few students who had not cleaned up properly. Ron watched him walk away before he snorted, and said, "Git. What could possibly be wrong with your grades? You're top of the class."

"I'm not, Ron," Hermione replied, putting her books into her bag. "Theodore and Draco are top of the class."

"I don't understand," said Harry, sceptical as always of the Slytherin potions master. "Does he want to cut you from potions or something?"

"I hope not. Maybe he's got something for me to study to help me get my grades up," Hermione said, thinking aloud as she so often did. "I need an outstanding to become a Healer, after all."

"Are you suggesting that that old slime bag might actually try being nice?" Ron asked, voice dripping with hate for the Professor. "I'd like to see that happen."

"We both know he's not pure evil, Ronald," Hermione said, switching to the tone of voice she used when she was disapproving of something. Funny how she seemed to use it on Ron more than anybody else. And besides, she knew Ron was being unreasonable – Snape was a part of the order, and they knew he was doing undercover work for Dumbledore. He was nothing short of a decent man, even if he wasn't the most friendly.

Ron mumbled something under his breath but he didn't continue the conversation. Harry said that they were going to wait outside for her, but Hermione saw the look of panic on Ron's face as he realised he might miss out on a snack between now and dinner. It was the last class of the day, after all – Ron could hardly ever wait another two hours to eat.

"That's okay," said Hermione, "I'll catch up with you guys in the common room. I won't be too long."

As they left, Hermione put her bag and cauldron at the edge of the desk and walked towards the front of the classroom, where Snape was sitting at his desk. He glanced up at her and for a very long moment, he simply stared at her. It was unnerving.

"Miss Granger," Snape said, finally addressing her with his low voice. "I received your owl yesterday and found it rather perplexing."

Hermione looked up at the Potions Master, but as always she couldn't hold contact with his deep black eyes. "Per-perplexing, sir?"

"Yes, perplexing," Snape repeated. "You are not the sort of person to ask for assistance – don't interrupt, you know it is true. You don't like admitting you are wrong. I assume this is why you sent an owl and you did not confront me personally?"

Hermione hesitated before giving a short nod. "Yes sir," she said quietly. She'd borrowed Pigwidgeon from Ginny to send the note to Snape, too afraid to actually arrange a meeting with him and too embarrassed to admit that she was upset about not getting an outstanding in potions to any of her friends. Only Ginny knew, and she was brilliant at secret keeping.

"You are worried about your grades, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, staring at her with a raised eyebrow. His onyx eyes burned into her and she felt incredibly self-conscious. His smooth, pale skin flickered with light from the candles in the dungeon.

Nodding again, Hermione replied, "Yes, Professor. I – I need an outstanding in potions to qualify for an apprenticeship at St. Mungo's."

"I see," Snape said in his slow, careful tone, as though he were thinking, scrutinising every word she said. "Therein lies your problem, does it not? You are only exceeding expectations."

Hermione felt no need to reply. The only two who had higher scores than her, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, were both in Slytherin, and that felt a little like house favouring to her. But she daren't say that to Snape's face.

"How do you suppose asking me for help will assist in lifting your grades?"

Hermione felt cold as he said that. It's what she didn't want to hear. "No, please sir, if I could –"

"I didn't ask you to beg, Miss Granger," Snape said, pronouncing every syllable perfectly. "I asked for your opinion. I would take the opportunity as I do believe it's somewhat of a rare occurrence."

Hermione swallowed the dry lump in her throat and tried to keep a reign on the worry in her chest. "I – I thought maybe I could – that there might be some extra-curricular study I could look at."

Snape stood up and Hermione had to force herself to not skitter backwards away from him. His dominating presence scared her, and she couldn't look at him. Hermione Granger, afraid of Snape – she always had been, yet she'd tried so hard to win his approval for so many years. Nothing she did could make him happy, though.

Snape walked around the desk, his elegant stride slow and deliberate. "Extra-curricular study, Miss Granger?" he repeated. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"Y-yes, sir," Hermione managed in little more than a whisper.

"That would almost seem like favouring to other students, would it not?"

"Yes, sir."

"Perhaps," Snape said, standing in front of her, "You should conjure up a new plan to secure your outstanding mark in my Potions class."

Hermione glanced up at him with a worried frown, racking her brains for a solution. What could she possibly do? She was already out of options. For all the books in the library that could possibly help her become a better student, there was not one book that taught her how to please Professor Snape.

Hermione took a breath and said, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Professor."

She turned to leave, but a hand caught onto her wrist. Startled, she jumped, and stared at Snape's hand holding her arm. She glanced up at him. His stare was intense.

"S-sir?"

"Miss Granger, I was not suggesting that you should leave," Snape said slowly, talking softly, and Hermione realised that he had pulled her slightly closer. "I was merely insinuating that there is more than one way you could convince me to give you higher grades."

It took Hermione a moment, but her eyes widened as she realised what he was talking about – the way he stared at her like that gave a clear hint. The initial draining of blood from her cheeks was replaced by a very steady blush which burned along her skin, and she stammered, "S-sir, I couldn't –"

"Miss Granger, you have always been a fascinating, talented young witch," Snape said, in more of a statement than a compliment. "It is only a shame I have never been able to see past your defensive outer shell until recently, and realise that you are only trying to fulfil a personal legacy that is far beyond what is expected of you by others."

"I – I have no p-personal legacy," Hermione stumbled over her words.

Snape's eyebrow twitched slightly. "Then what is it? Are you desperate for the approval of those around you?"

Hermione stared at him, confused. Nobody had ever talked to her like that before. Nobody had bothered to see that she was always trying so hard and she never got any credit for it. Others might have given up, but she was Hermione. She didn't give up.

"I see," Snape said, after a heavy pause as Hermione did not reply. "In that case, Miss Granger, I might profess that you have never disappointed me."

Hermione was only more confused, with every word he said. She jumped in surprise when she felt his other hand touch her hip gently, and she felt herself trembling. "But – sir, why –"

Snape leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "Because I wanted to be the one to tell you myself. I want to show you that you don't have to slave over your studies to impress me, or anyone."

Hermione shook as she felt herself pressed up against her potions master, and his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, her hands pressed against his chest. He looked down at her with his deep black eyes and he said, "If you would prefer to not indulge in any extra-curricular activities…" his eyes danced from her face across the rest of her body, "Then perhaps you should say so now."

Hermione swallowed another lump of fear that threatened to make itself known. She shook as though she were cold, but she knew it was not the cold because Snape's body against hers produced a marvellous heat, and she felt herself blushing as she revelled at the contact.

Snape noticed, and he brushed his lips against her messy hair, tied back in a rough ponytail. "I will take your silence to mean that perhaps – perhaps you might like to see what I can do about your grades."

There was a small pause on Hermione's part, followed by a nod.

She felt Snape's hand gently take a hold of her chin, and he tilted her head towards his as he pressed his lips against hers, moving so slowly and gracefully that Hermione felt her knees go weak. She was kissing Severus Snape… oh, how could she ever tell Harry and Ron?

Her worries were washed away as Snape slipped his tongue between her lips and his hand took a hold of her hair, gently tugging and pulling to where he wanted her to be. She was happy to oblige – it was most definitely the best kiss she had ever experienced. His lips were so soft, and his tongue was smooth and she gasped as it touched hers, toying with her, teasing her. She responded in turn and she felt his movement become, not necessarily rougher, but more needy, more wanting.

Snape began to pull at the sleeves of her robe, before pushing the material from her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. Hermione felt a shiver of cold, but it was replaced by one of anticipation as his talented fingers began to take off her tie and unbutton her blouse as Hermione let her hands creep up to wrap around his neck.

Hermione wasn't sure what to do. She had only ever kissed somebody before. Oh god, she was going further with her Potions teacher than she had with anybody… the thought made her turn bright red again.

With shaking hands, Hermione tried to untie his robes, but without being able to see what she was doing, she achieved next to nothing. Snape took his hands away from her for a moment, and pulled his lips away to stare at her as he removed his cloak. Hermione felt herself blush again simply from his eyes on her.

As his cloak fell to the floor, Snape's elegant hands manoeuvred Hermione so that she was pressed against his desk, and Hermione felt a small noise escape from the back of her throat as Snape pressed himself up against her again, trapping her there. Snape chuckled slightly, and he brushed a stray strand of hair back from her face as he said, "Regretting your agreement to work with me, Miss Granger?"

The way his words struck a chord within her body made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, and she shook her head. "N-no, Professor."

"Good girl," the Potions Master whispered in her ear, before he began to kiss her neck, sucking and biting at her skin, grasping onto her hip as she made the most delicious mewls and whimpers as he kissed her skin. Snape had been waiting for so long for this opportunity, and now that it was finally here it was all he could do to not tear her clothes off and thrust eagerly into her quivering body – he knew however, that this would take perhaps a bit more time than he hoped.

He would enjoy every moment of it nonetheless.

As he finished unbuttoning her blouse, and began to brush the material from her chest, he could feel just how smooth, beautiful and hot her skin was beneath his fingertips. She jumped as he touched her stomach, his fingers trailing across her hip, and he heard her gasp as he traced a fingertip beneath the material of her skirt.

She struggled with the buttons of his shirt, but managed better this time as Snape watched her carefully. A most wonderful blush crept along her skin every time she caught his eye, and saw just how much he wanted her. She would look away again quickly, turning red, returning to the task before her.

When she finished, she could see the pale skin of Snape's torso, his ridged muscles perfectly shaped to his wiry figure. A slight dusting of hair was evident on his chest, and Snape watched as she examined him. He was surprised when she reached out and trailed her hand down his torso, tracing the trail of hair that led from his navel to beneath the material of his trousers with a fingertip. She had a curious look on her face as she touched him, and only when he took a small breath did she remember that he was there. She looked back up at him and blushed furiously, and snatched her hand back, cradling it to her chest.

Snape shrugged off his shirt and he reached for her hand, bringing it back to his chest. "It's alright, Hermione," he said, and noted how she trembled when he said her name. She touched his skin carefully as Snape tilted her head back up again to kiss her, the kiss demanding and purposeful, the small nips of his teeth on her bottom lip and sweep of his tongue made Hermione whimper into his mouth, and she pulled him closer to her. It felt so nice.

Snape's hands wrapped back around her waist, touching the skin beneath her shirt. She twitched as he scraped his fingernails across the sensitive spot on her lower back – she didn't even know that was there – and trailed along her spine. He was pressed up so close to her, and his skin was so hot against hers, Hermione thought they would melt together. The sensations were amazing.

Snape pulled the shirt from her arms, exposing her bare shoulders and neck, and he kissed the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and Hermione surprised herself when she let out a moan. She blushed again, and she covered her mouth with her hand, and Snape whispered against her skin, "Those sounds you make are exquisite, Hermione."

Kissing her collarbone and neck, Snape's experienced hands unhooked her bra strap, and Hermione jumped in surprise, gripping his arms as he did so. Snape paused, and he lifted his eyes to look at her. She was flushed and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"You're nervous, Miss Granger," Snape said, not asking a question.

She nodded, and looked away as she began to speak, her voice little more than a whisper. "I-I've never done anything like this before."

Snape's fingertips traced circles on the skin of her lower back, and he watched as her eyelids fluttered and her breathing quickened as he did so. He knew this was all new to her – the way she reacted to his touch was nothing short of innocent. He felt his heart race as he realised he wanted all of her, and he wanted her to think of him whenever she thought about her first time. He wanted Hermione to always be his.

"Hopefully I will be able to make this a pleasant experience for you," he said, voice sending tremors through Hermione's body. He dragged his fingernails across her sensitive skin as he pulled the straps of her bra from her shoulders. "Consider it a learning exercise. If you should allow it, I would… like to teach you," he said, whispering into her ear.

Hermione couldn't believe the effect his voice alone had upon her body. His lips brushed across her skin as he said, "If you are willing to learn." She gasped as he nipped at her neck, and she felt her bra drop to the floor.

"Are you willing to learn, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, Professor," she replied, voice shaking as she felt his hands running along the smooth skin of her back. She reached up and touched his bare shoulders, running her hands down his torso and feeling the texture of his skin, running her fingertips over the scars that ran across his body and feeling the smoothness were the skin was unscathed.

She felt Snape's hands take a hold of her waist, and she gave a small squeak of surprise when he lifted her and sat her on the edge of his desk. She was now almost at eye level with him, and she blushed as he stared at her naked chest. She tried to cover herself but Snape's hands latched onto her wrists, and pulled her arms away.

"Lesson number one," Snape said, "You do not deny your professor what he wants most."

He raised an eyebrow at her and Hermione realised he was waiting for a response. Swallowing her nervousness, she replied, "Y-yes, sir."

Snape let go of her hands, trusting she would do as he said. His eyes raked over her perfectly shaped breasts, the cold making her small rosy nipples grow hard. He looked back up at Hermione, and he placed his hand on her neck and pulled her in for another kiss, lips burning against each other as the need for contact grew.

"Lesson two," Snape whispered between kisses, his hand trailing down her neck and chest, "When I pleasure your body…" his fingertips danced across her breasts with a feather light touch, "…you do not mute any reactions." As he finished speaking, a calloused thumb and finger pinched one of the hardened nipples and Hermione let out a small cry as her nerves caught fire.

"Yes, sir," she moaned against his lips, her hands tugging at his silky black hair.

Snape's hand crept along her thigh, reaching around to scrape his fingernails across her ass. She jumped and trembled, her hands keeping a tight hold on his hair and shoulder, as she felt her underwear being pulled down. He pushed her chest backwards and he lifted her hips, removing her panties with a quick movement of his hand. Hermione sat back up again and kissed him, as Snape squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, swallowing every moan and whimper that came from her lips.

His hand trailed down her stomach and to her skirt, down to her leg, where his hand made its way back up the inside of her thigh. Trembling as their tongues battled to gain dominance, even though she knew she would lose, she tried to concentrate on what was happening but it was too much to take when he was touching her breasts, kissing her and tracing circles on the inside of her thigh.

She gasped and pulled her lips away from his when his fingertip traced the edges of her outer lips, and a strange tingling feeling followed. His mouth was still touching hers but only gently, and a long moan escaped from Hermione's lips as an elegant finger stroked her slowly.

Whispering against her lips, Snape said huskily, "You appear to be very wet, Miss Granger."

"S-sorry, sir," Hermione managed, whimpering again as he continued to stroke her.

"No need to apologise," Snape murmured, pushing her backwards to lie on his desk. "I was simply making an observation."

Leaning over her, Snape kissed and sucked viciously at her neck while his hand worked wonders on her pussy. He stroked her, and gently slid a long finger inside of her, listening to the mewling sound she made when he brushed a fingertip across her clit.

Lowering his head, his tongue darted out to lick her rosy nipple, and he inserted his finger inside of her again, and Hermione gasped and moaned, "Professor…"

Sucking on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue and letting his hand pleasure her, Snape watched her body twitching and squirming as he touched her, watched the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face, her lips trembling as she gasped for breath.

Slowly slipping another finger inside of her, Snape felt her muscles tense and heard her take a hissing breath, her body shifting away from him. He glanced up at her, and saw her face contorted.

Removing his fingers, he leaned over her and he said, "Did I hurt you?"

She managed a small smile between her laboured breaths and she whispered, "Only a little."

Leaning closer to whisper in her ear, Snape said, "Just you wait, little Gryffindor – I'll teach you pain and pleasure and you'll want both when I'm done with you."

He watched her shiver at his words and he kissed her neck, her chest, kissing his way down her stomach, and he spoke against her skin. "Because this is your first lesson, I'll concentrate more on pleasure."

"Thank you, sir," Hermione whispered.

No need to thank me, Snape thought, as he lifted her skirt, pushing it up her body as he moved between her legs. Hermione sat up, pushing the skirt back down again, but Snape was expecting this. He stood over her, overshadowing her, and he pushed her back down to the desk.

"I hope you remember lesson number one, Miss Granger," he hissed.

Moving back down to her hips, he pulled her skirt clean off and heard her whimper slightly. Placing his hands on her legs, he pulled her thighs apart and his eyes beheld the sight he saw there. A thin tuft of hair between her legs, and soft skin covering the deep red, glistening opening he saw beneath. He reached out with his fingers and he pulled apart the lips, and he heard her whimper again.

Breathing out against her skin, he felt her tremble beneath him.

Hermione shook as she knew what was about to happen, but nothing could have prepared her for Snape's velvet tongue giving her a long, languid lick, and the high-pitched moan that escaped from her lips only made him do it again.

Holding her hips down to keep her still, Snape licked and stroked her with his tongue, hearing her cries when he flicked her clit, and the moans she made when he pushed his tongue inside of her, caressing the walls of her pussy, tasting the sweetness of her core.

As he thrust his tongue inside her, Hermione cried out and gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as she tried to keep still but with every movement of his tongue she would jerk and squirm, the moans and mewls that left her lips completely out of her control. She could feel a pressure building, warmth gathering inside her, and she felt as though she were about to implode.

"Sir, please," she moaned, before she could stop herself.

Snape paused only for one second to reply, "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"I need – I need – ah –"

Snape knew what it was she was asking for, even if she didn't. He teased her for only a little longer, flicking her clit tauntingly, before he attacked it with fervour, sucking and nipping and flicking at it until he heard a most delicious cry, felt her body shake and then she fell back to the desk, shuddering at the feeling.

Snape watched her shaking hands lying on the desk, and he stared at her face, her lips parted and her eyes shut as she took shuddering, uneven breaths. He kissed her neck and face and he whispered, "Breathe slowly, Miss Granger. Deep breaths."

She struggled to control her breathing but she did as he said, and she began to breathe slower, take deeper gulps of air as she rested. An almost unnoticeable smirk danced across the Potion Master's face as he looked at Hermione. He put his hands beneath her and lifted her up so she was sitting, and she stared up at him with bruised lips and shimmering golden eyes.

"Now, Miss Granger," Snape said as he brushed the messy hair back from her face. "You're going to get dressed, and go back to your common room."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly. "Wh-what? You don't – you're not –"

Snape pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Don't you worry, Miss Granger," he said, "In order to keep your grades up, I'm going to keep teaching you everything I know."

Hermione stared up at him from beneath tangled eyelashes and she swallowed nervously before she repeated, "Everything?"

"Everything," Snape hissed.

Hermione licked her dry lips, and Snape swept in to kiss her again, but only blissfully briefly as he pulled back and he picked up her clothes from the floor, and handed them to her. She smiled shyly in thanks and turned before he could see her blushing again, and began to put her uniform back on.

As she finished dressing, she felt Snape's hands on her waist and she felt his lips on her neck, and she moaned quietly and pressed back against him.

His lips moved to whisper in her ear, and he said, "Detention. Five weeks, Friday, my office, eight o'clock."

"Detention?" Hermione asked, frowning. "Five weeks? What for?"

His right hand held tightly against her hip as his other travelled along her backside, as he said, "For your insolent and inappropriate manners towards your superiors, Miss Granger," and as he spoke his fingers dug into her hip and he squeezed her bottom, causing Hermione to let out a squeak.

"But – but I haven't –"

"Not yet you haven't," Snape said, before he removed his hands from her body and said, "I shall see you in class on Monday, Miss Granger."

Hermione let a small smile creep on her lips, and she picked up her bags and left.


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