A/N: This is my first ever attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic and it's been ages since I've written anything at all, so I'm afraid I may be a bit rusty. I'm terrible with long plot-based pieces, so it's just a little vignette. I have 2 subsequent parts to this story partially written, so if this goes over well, I'll work on adding them. Takes place in the summer of 2001.
There was a knock on the door.
Severus Snape looked up from the book he was reading. Who could possibly be coming to harass him on a Friday evening?
He flung the door open and groaned. One of his least favorite people was standing on the doorstep along with two others he wasn't particularly fond of either.
"What do you want, Potter?" Snape asked, addressing the young man.
"Professor, it's Hermione, she's… she's not well." He gestured at the woman he was desperately trying to hold upright.
"I feel GREAT, Parry Hotter," Hermione breathed. "Hah. You're hotter. Parry Hotter." She nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles and buried her face in his neck. Harry looked distinctly uncomfortable. Ginny Weasley stood on Hermione's other side, dressed to the nines and looking quite put out as the other woman's hand roamed toward her boyfriend's belt.
"Aphrodisiac Potion, I presume? Where did she get it?" Snape sneered.
Ginny looked embarrassed. "I… I made it, sir. Ron's been distant lately and I thought it might help -"
Snape cut her off. "I see you retain the lack of finesse you showed in my class. You presumed you had the skill to create such a complicated potion? What on earth were you thinking?"
Ginny's eyes focused on the professor's feet. "I'm sorry. I thought - I didn't realize - can you help her?"
Snape sighed. As much as he didn't want to care what happened to Hermione Granger, his conscience wouldn't let her run wild in the streets drunk on a poorly made Aphrodisiac Potion. If anything happened to her, one of her irresponsible friends would surely tell the Daily Prophet that Severus Snape had refused to help. That would be a bit of press the Headmaster of Hogwarts surely didn't need. He stepped back into the foyer and gestured for Harry and Ginny to follow.
"Thanks for ruining my Friday night," Snape snapped as he headed down the hallway.
Harry snorted as he looked around the flat. "You were clearly having an exciting evening. Sorry to interrupt your hot date," he spat sarcastically.
Snape whirled around, positioning himself as close to Harry's face as possible. "Careful, Potter," he growled. "I have half a mind to take points from Gryffindor for that. I don't even care if you're not a student at Hogwarts anymore." Snape turned his back on Harry and continued walking, the tails of his frock coat swishing angrily after him.
"Don't provoke him, Harry. We need his help!" Ginny whispered, loudly enough for Snape to overhear as he led them to his living room.
"Put her there," Snape said, gesturing at the sofa, "I'll be right back." He stalked through the door to his lab and quickly pulled some ingredients off the shelves.
"Where is that idiot, Weasley?" Snape asked as he returned, less out of curiosity and more in an attempt to deride the youngsters further.
"I don't know," Ginny said glumly, "He was supposed to come with us tonight - we planned a double date - but he never showed."
Snape lit a fire beneath the cauldron and started measuring out ingredients. "I hear he's playing professional Quidditch these days. Figures he would pick a career where he doesn't have to use his brain."
"Hey!" Harry was indignant, "Quidditch requires loads of strategy!" Ginny shot her boyfriend a sharp look, worried by Harry's brazen attitude toward his former professor.
"Potter, just because you're not my student anymore doesn't mean I won't make things extremely unpleasant for you if you continue to cheek me," Snape drawled as he added a few more ingredients to his cauldron. "If you would like me to cure your friend rather than setting her loose on you, I suggest you hold your tongue."
"I'm so sorry, Professor, don't mind Harry, he's just…hungry," Ginny said.
"Yes I'm hungry and I told you this was a terrible idea. Now look where we've ended up," Harry retorted.
Snape's patience had run out. "I presume you have somewhere else to be?" he asked.
"Well, we were on our way to dinner," Ginny explained.
"Good. Go."
Ginny and Harry looked at each other, probably wondering whether they should trust Hermione to Snape.
Harry was visibly unhappy being in his former professor's flat. "I… think she'll be okay, Ginny. Shall we go?"
Hermione was spread out across the couch fiddling with the satiny fabric covering her breasts. Ginny looked at her, clearly feeling guilty. "I suppose so."
The couple headed out the door, Ginny thanking Snape again for taking care of Hermione.
Snape turned his attention back to his cauldron, trying to ignore Hermione writhing on the couch. After a few moments, he felt a hand snake around his waist.
"Hey," Hermione whispered. "Whatcha doing?"
"I am making you a potion, Miss Granger."
"Don't worry about that." She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around so he was facing her. For the first time, Snape noticed the dress she was wearing. The dark red fabric stood out against her pale skin and the low neckline skimmed across her breasts, revealing two soft mounds and an ample amount of cleavage.
Damn it, stop looking. You're acting like a lecher, he thought to himself.
In her current state, Hermione wouldn't have minded if he'd continued to stare, but Snape fought to stay professional nonetheless. He'd seen his fair share of witches who had taken Aphrodisiac Potion in his time, and one or two had even tried to seduce him. He knew what he was in for and he dreaded it, especially from the irritating know-it-all of the Golden Trio.
Hermione attached her lips to Snape's neck, gently nipping at the skin above his collar. He inhaled slowly, trying to focus on his own breathing rather than Hermione's hot breath and wet tongue moving softly across his throat.
"You're always so buttoned up," she slurred, moving her hand to the fastening of his coat. "What do you have underneath all this?"
Snape tried to push her hand away, but she was persistent.
"Noooo… come get naked with me," she insisted as she sloppily undid the top few buttons of his coat and quickly moved her mouth to cover the exposed skin, capturing it between her teeth and sucking gently. Her hands roamed across his chest, brushing his sensitive nipples through the thick fabric of his coat.
Snape felt his body betray him. He shifted his hips away from Hermione, hoping she wouldn't notice. Panicking inwardly, he renewed his attempt to detach her lips from his neck. He stared at the cauldron, willing the potion to hurry up and finish.
Snape let out an involuntary moan as her hand found the bulge in his pants and stroked him gently through the fabric.
"You like that, don't you Sev?" she breathed, the warm air tickling his ear.
Snape stiffened as he thought of the only other person who had ever used that nickname. Lily. How many times had he desperately wished she would do the things Hermione was doing to him now?
"Miss Granger, please sit back down," he nearly pleaded. She had a firm grip on him through his pants. It was all Snape could do to focus on his cauldron. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the liquid had turned from dark green to to a light blue.
"Miss Granger, I insist you sit down. I want to give you something."
Finally Hermione let go of him and twirled towards the couch. "Ooooh, Sev. What are you giving me?"
"A potion, Miss Granger." Snape's hands shook as he slowly poured a measured amount of liquid into a beaker. He turned and nearly dropped the beaker when he noticed Hermione had unzipped her dress and pulled the top down, exposing her breasts. She grabbed one in each hand and licked her lips suggestively.
Desperately trying to focus his eyes somewhere over Hermione's head, Snape handed her the antidote.
Gradually, Hermione became aware of a very comfortable bed and a strong smell of books and parchment. She stretched her arms and opened her eyes to an unfamiliar dark paneled ceiling. Confused, she looked around. She was in a bedroom she'd never seen before. The walls were covered floor to ceiling with books. She was completely clothed in a rather nice dress, ensconced in a soft bed covered in black sheets.
Draco? She wondered as she noticed the comforter was Slytherin green. No, Draco would never have this many books. Hermione reached for the volume closest to her on the nightstand and read the cover: Practical Applications of Anti-Venom Potions.
So she was in a bed belonging to some well-read Slytherin who had a particular interest in potions. One wizard who fit that description sprang to mind, although Hermione was loathe to think how she could have ended up in her former professor's bed. She carefully climbed out of bed and padded across the wood floor.
Hermione's worst fears were confirmed when she peered out the door and into the sitting room. Severus Snape was curled up on the couch, his cloak draped over his body, a curtain of black hair falling gently over his face. Hermione thought he looked a little like a sleeping bat, although she had to admit his severe features seemed more relaxed than usual.
Still confused and slightly terrified, Hermione wondered what exactly she'd been doing in Snape's bed. She would have assumed they'd hooked up, except he was on the couch and she was fully clothed.
At that moment, she just wanted to flee Snape's house and go home, but she had no idea where her wand or her shoes were. She spotted her wrap draped on the back of a chair and headed carefully toward it. But as she did, she stepped on a loose floorboard.
Snape's eyes flew open and he instinctively reached for his wand, but relaxed his hand when he noticed Hermione. She thought she saw a hint of a smile on his face.
"How are you feeling, Miss Granger?" he asked as he sat up.
"Like I got hit in the head with a bludger. What happened?"
"Your so-called friend tried to poison you and your so-called boyfriend stood you up. Not a good night for you, I'm afraid," Snape drawled. "Not a good night for me either. First I had to babysit you and then I had to sleep on my own couch. Have I mentioned your friends are imbeciles?"
Hermione was confused. "I'm sorry, Professor, I don't remember..."
Snape sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Must I spell out everything? I should have just Obliviated you." His hands moved to button the collar of his shirt and Hermione noticed a bruise on his neck that looked suspiciously like a hickey.
"Did I do that?" Hermione asked, hesitantly gesturing toward Snape's neck.
He glared at her and smirked but said nothing.
Memories suddenly came flooding back and Hermione realized what she'd done. She remembered voraciously attacking his neck with her mouth, and the feel of his hard cock through the wool of his trousers. Snape had surely been livid at her for eliciting that reaction from him.
Embarrassed, Hermione turned her eyes toward the floor.
"You were under the influence of a terribly made Aphrodisiac Potion if it makes you feel any better," Snape offered softly.
Surprised by the less-than-harsh tone of his voice, Hermione still couldn't fight the dread that weighed down her limbs or the mortification that made her feel sick to her stomach.
Snape stood and moved to hand Hermione her wrap and shoes. His face was as impassive as ever and Hermione found herself slightly frustrated that she couldn't even begin to figure out what he was thinking. She was twenty-one years old but felt like an idiotic child under his cold gaze. She hastily slipped her shoes on and threw her wrap over her shoulders as Snape headed to the front door and opened it, wordlessly asking her to leave.
"Thank you, sir," she muttered.
"Do be more careful in the future," Snape responded as he nearly slammed the door after her.
Hermione stepped out into the morning sun, thankful she could Apparate and wouldn't have to take a long walk of shame alone with her thoughts.