A piece of parchment
By Kate aka MrsPunk/Snapemaniac
Hermione was sitting in Potions class, bored along with the rest.
She had stopped listening to Ron and Harry's conversation a while ago and was now completely focused on the man sitting at the front desk.
His black hair was draped over the parchment he was reading, so she couldn't see his face. She took her quill and a piece of parchment and started writing.
It is hard to stop loving,
it is hard to lose faith,
it is hard to accept,
that you are in love with the wrong person.
Mrs Snape-Mrs Hermione Jane Snape
Imagine lying with your head against his chest,
with your hand on his belly.
He has his arm under your neck, caress you lightly
on the shoulder, imagine hearing his heart beat
and knowing that it is beating for you
He whispers in your ear:
"I love you", you shiver and fall asleep
to the sound of him breathing
- Ms. Granger!
Hermione looked up from the parchment, to see the mans face only inches away from hers.
- Yes, Professor?
- Why haven't you left yet?
Left? What did he mean by that? Hermione looked around in classroom; there was no-one else there.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Snape. I must have fallen asleep or something.
- Are my classes really that boring?
- N-o-ooo, sir. They are very fascinating.
He looked at her. Oh, Merlin. He hadn't meant for her to hear it nor to answer.
- Was so fascinating about them, then?
Oh, dear, Hermione thought.
- Well, sir…I think Potions is very interesting and useful.
He raised an eyebrow in amazement. He didn't think anyone found Potions to be interesting. Useful yes, but not interesting.
He is awfully quiet. Was it something I said?
He looked at the piece of parchment she was holding in her hand, and was about to grab it when she dropped it to the ground. He picked it up, and read it. Hermione didn't seem to mind. When he's finished reading, he looked almost frightened.
What did I write on that parchment? Oh, dear. No, it's not that piece of parchment, is it?
- Ms. Granger. What is this?
He hissed, so it's definitely that piece of parchment. Okay, no worries. I'll just be calm and answer the question.
- N-n-nothing,sir.
So much for being calm.
He looked even more furious.
- You've got detention, tonight at eight o'clock. Now leave!
She got her books and her bag and ran out of the classroom.
At eight o'clock she stood outside the classroom, waiting for him to open the door and let her in.
And as if he had heard her thoughts, he opened the door.
She walked into the classroom, and sat down at her usual seat.
I'm not afraid of you. Not afraid, not afraid. You can't hurt meee…
She could hear Snape's footsteps coming closer and then they stopped right next to her.
Suddenly she felt his warm breathe against her ear and she shivered.
- Ms. Granger…
- Y-y-yes,s-sir.
- How old are you?
- I-I'm seventeen, sir.
- Good.
He kissed her ear and licked her earlobe gently. She could barely believe that this was happening!
He placed his hand on her chin and turned her head to face him, his eyes were filled with lust and…love? No, it couldn't be.
She closed her eyes, and he moved closer to her. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, his hand moving up on her thigh.
It felt like her body was on fire, and she wanted more of him. But then he broke the kiss and stood up straight.
Well, that was it then, she thought. She looked at him and he smiled.
He's smiling, oh dear. I'm in trouble, biiig trouble. Unbelievably enormous trouble.
Then he took her hand and she stood up, next to him. He led her out of the classroom and into his private chambers.
Through the living room which looked like a library with all those books lying around. Then they finally reached the bedroom.
In the middle of the room was a four-poster bed covered with a big dark green blanket.
He walked towards it and motioned for her to lie down. She crawled up on the bed and lied down. He followed. They began kissing.
After they had finished, they laid next to each other. Hermione rested her head on his chest, her fingers running up and down his belly.
Dear Merlin, why does that man insist on wearing robes that cover up his gorgeous body?
She kissed him gently on the lips. He leaned in against her ear to whisper.
- I love you.
She shivered and then fell asleep to the sound of him breathing.
The End.