It wasn't supposed to be this way, she was only supposed to get her book back from Snape, not shag the preffessor. Why was this happening? Hermione quietly got out of her professor's bed, dread filling her stomch if he woke up. Damn, damn, double damn. How could she have let this happen? Hermione, queen of respocibility had fallen from her throne.
It wasn't even as if she had planned it. Thinking back on what had happened tears came to Hermione's eyes and she hastily wiped them away as she hurried down the great hall. It was one thing to fall for a proffessor but another entirely to bed one.
It was early morning in the great hall and Hermione was thumbing through a book. But not just any book, no, this book she had gotten from the restricted section so that she could...investigate a few things. There were some interesting spells in this book that were not for students to learn, and noone would ever had expected that Hermione the Prude herself would be reading it.
Headmaster for stealing books or you could serve detention with me. It is your choice, I may even give you the book back when you are finished cleaning couldron, I do believe Mr. Longbottom's couldron could use a good scrub.." His deep voice made her mouth run dry still and she would take a million detentions just to hear him speak. She imagined what his voice would be like when he was...No! Hermione he is a teacher and a foul git at that. She said, even though the last part sounded something like what Ron would say.
It was titled '1000 erotic things to do in bed.' and she was quite interested in what others found so enticing. She had heard of this book via other students but only she would have the nerve to take it from the library. Now she was half way through the book and noone had arrived to the great hall yet for breakfast. She was enjoying herself throughly.
'Using a wand during intercourse may be helpful, but there are other thing to do with wands other that cast spells-' the book was snatched from her hand and she looked very timidly at the captor of her preacious treasure. Startling from the bottom of his black robes her eyes gradually saw what made her hear stop in fear but also excelerate in her chest.
Severus Snape, the potions master, was standing before her and looking at the page she had previously been reading. His eyes widened slightly and she knew he had read someting interesting. Her mouth went dry at the sight of her infatuation reading such a book, his long thin fingers closed the bood with a snap and his coal blck eyes raised to meet her gaze with an odd expression.
"It would seem, Miss Granger, that you have gone one book to far in your search for...knoledge." He twisted the last word, making her wince.
"I'm sure Ms. Pince wouldn't know anything about this particular book being missing?" He asked and when she didn't answer he considered his suspicions confirmed. "So Miss Granger, I could report you to the
"I'll take the detention sir.." she whispered and looked longingly at his silky black hair and deep obsidion eyes.
"Good. I will see you later this evening Miss Granger...and Don't be late." He said and with one last look of something she didn't understand, he turned and walked to the teacher's table. Those words would be her doom.