Last Night
Hermione, Harry and Ron are in their last year at Hogwarts, but what twisted events will happen?
Chapter One: The prom
"Hermione? Hermione?… are you actually going to take some notes, or are we going to suffer?" Ron asked in potions.
Snape was giving a lecture, and they all had to take notes on it.
Hermione wasn't feeling right, she hadn't slept in days, and she still had a massive hangover.
"Oh take the fucking notes yourself Ron, it wont hurt you know" she snapped, resuming her daydream.
Ron glared at her momentarily and began to write down some random potion ingredients.
Harry half chuckled, but resumed playing with a snitch, letting it fly away before catching it.
Snape had noticed this and quickly grabbed the snitch before Harry did.
"Uh that is mine sir" Harry said, a little too matter of fact for Snape's liking.
"Yes potter, I expect it is, but you are in my lesson, in my room, therefore it is my responsibility to shove some knowledge down your pitiful throat. So you will desist the urge to show off in my time!" Snape sneered back, putting the snitch in his pocket, and resuming his lecture.
"Now can anyone tell me how to make the Wolfsbane more powerful using single dosage ingredients?" Snape asked, Hermione, now back In the real world shot her hand up.
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Anyone else?" He asked looking around the room.
Hermione's hand was the only one that was up.
"Granger?" he asked, regretting it.
"Sir, it does not necessarily mean single dosage, for if you use unicorn hair, the batch of potion could easily last for two months, instead of one, but if we are talking about single dosage's, then the trolls musk will do" She finished.
"Once again Miss. Granger you seem to need to excel in your answers to prove you are a know it all twit. Two words, those being, Trolls Musk would of done, five points from Gryiffindor for wasting my time" Snape smirked at her.
"That was out of order, that was a top grade answer!" Harry shouted, rising to his feet.
"Harry leave it will you, it doesn't matter!" Hermione hissed at him, placing her head in her hands pathetically.
"Potter, one more outburst like that and it's detention for a week, sit down!" Snape bellowed.
But Harry remained standing. He could feel his anger pulsing through him.
"Make me grease ball" He managed to say.
"Sir, Harry didn't mean that!" Hermione gasped.
"Not satisfied with being a know it all Granger, have to put words into peoples mouths do you? Stay behind, every one else is dismissed!" Snape glared evily.
Harry roughly got his bag and followed Ron out of the classroom, whilst Hermione stayed sitting, feeling so scared, she could have a heart attack.
She was really in for it now.
When the last member of the class had left, and the door was shut, Snape rounded on Hermione.
"So granger, what do you have to say for yourself?" Snape demanded.
"Harry didn't mean that, he was just a little tense…" Hermione began, but was rudely cut off by Snape.
"I said you, not Potter!" Snape shouted.
Hermione jumped, his shouting was like being smacked across the face.
"I didn't actually do anything wrong" She murmured.
"I mean, why were you day dreaming about me!" He hissed.
She froze, he had been reading her dreams, he knew her secret. She loved him.
"Speak Hermione!"
"I uh…sir, I um. I don't know" She began.
"Go on" He urged her, sitting down on his desk watching her resentfully.
"I guess, I've had a crush on you since third year, when you saved our lives from Remus. After that, I didn't see you as a harsh teacher, I saw you as…well you can kinda gather what I thought of you"
Snape didn't move. He didn't speak, he was reading her mind, to see if this was a stupid childish joke…it wasn't.
"Dammnit" he whispered.
He didn't know what came over him, or why he felt this way, but he found himself walking over to her desk and pulling her up on her feet.
He gently placed his lips onto hers, he roamed his hands roughly all over her body, fumbling around frantically.
She moaned against his lips as he ran his tongue over he lips, begging for access. She opened her mouth as he slid his tongue inside her.
His hand had found the back of her neck, and the other running up her skirt, but when he reached the edge of her knickers he stopped and turned around.
Hermione was leaning on her desk, panting and flushed red.
"You are dismissed Granger" He said softly.
Hermione gently nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her, and she grabbed her back and left.
The door clicking softly behind her, Snape remained, his head in his hands.
"Oh fuck" he whispered to himself.
