Disclaimer: I do not own these characters I write about, they are the work of J.K. Rowling. I am making no financial profit or gain. I just wrote this for fun and to exercise the creative part of my brain. It is cooped up in a cage that is my hectic life most of the time and if it doesn't it will get lazy and boring. Okay, I will stop drabbling and you can read the drabble, I mean story.

Hermione stirred clockwise eight times then counter clockwise ten times. She was to repeat this motion a total of twenty times. She stood over her desk in advanced potions class. It was a class on the weekends. One simply couldn't attend such a long class during the week; they wouldn't have time to attend other classes. A select few had managed to get grades high enough to enter this class. For Hermione's project she was allowed to make a love potion, amortentia. It was the strongest one in the world, to simply smell the potion one's heart would beat faster, If it touched the skin one would become temporarily infatuated with the first person they saw., and if it were drank one would hopelessly fall for the person that gave them the potion. She wore goggles and dragon hide gloves and looked quite ridiculous but so did everyone else there.

A Ravenclaw boy was making the potion of liquid fire; He wore thick dragon hide gloves as well as a dragon hide apron. It was rather rigid and made movement difficult. A very tall dark haired girl from Slytherin was brewing the draught of living death. Apparently halfway through the five hour class she collapsed from inhaling the fumes. She was quickly awoken with a bit of cold water. One would only feel the effects of the potion fully if it was ingested.

Hermione sprinkled in one ounce of powdered ashwander egg shells and watched as the potion simpered and a small plume of spiraling pink smoke issued from her cauldron. She smiled brightly as it faded from lilac to a sort of off white and shone brightly. Hermione sighed and took off her goggles and set them aside. She was just in time; class would be over in five minutes. Snape walked down the aisle again and sort of blinked in approval. "Hey." She thought. "I would rather be blinked at then told I was an insufferable know-it-all." Professor Snape had eased up a bit on her when she passed her Newts with an Outstanding in potions. She had gotten the best grades on her Newts in over a century.

Still smiling she got up to get a ladle and crystal phial from the store cupboard. She stuck a label to the bottle and in bold black letters wrote "Amortentia, H.G. AP" Hermione Granger Advanced Potions. She scooped out a small ladle full of her potion and poured it gingerly into a funnel. Having sure she wouldn't touch any of the potion she melted some wax and tapped the cork neatly in place. She sat it atop the Professor's desk and stated to gather her things. She put away her unused ingredients, cleaned her tools and instruments and placed them neatly in their case, and extinguished the fire beneath her cauldron. The clock stroke 2:00 and Snape announced that class was dismissed. The other students who had lost track of time hastily cleaned up and zoomed out of the room.

Before she could magically empty her cauldron she froze. "Uh-Oh." She said quietly. The professor looked up from his desk and realized then why she looked petrified. "Miss Gr..!" he finished partway through his sentence as a large explosion issued and shot them both backward. Hermione hit her desk and tumbled over it with a loud thump and to the floor. Professor Snape was blasted back into the chalk board and slid down to the floor as well. A small piece of highly explosive and flammable dragon esophagus had come into contact with a drop of the liquid fire potion the boy behind her had been brewing, which in turn caused the explosion.

Hermione blinked quickly and sat up realizing what had happened. She waved her hand back and forth trying to clear the haze that filled the room. She sighed un-happily as she realized her clothing was soaked. "Uh-Oh." She said again. Hermione looked quickly from her shattered cauldron to her professor slumped against the black board. "Um...Professor Snape?" she asked cautiously. She heard a low groan and saw that he was coming to. "Are you okay?" she asked tentatively. "I am fine Miss Granger." Then he paused and was silently staring at her. She started to feel warm and tingly all over. Hermione stood up, her knees wobbled dangerously. He stood as well and stepped slowly towards her. Color had rushed to his cheeks and he reached out towards her. She breathed quickly taking in quick labored breaths. She nearly knocked him back with the force she had used to launch herself against him. She kissed his lips passionately, her tongue dancing in his mouth. He turned her and lifted her onto his desk. She tore at the buttons on his trousers and sighed loudly as he kissed her neck. "Severus!" she gasped as he kissed that one spot behind her ear, it made her melt in his arms.

The door was flung open with another blast. Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and several others stood in awe and shock. Hermione and Snape looked up at them and quickly straightened themselves. Dumbledore however, looked perfectly calm. He glanced at the shattered cauldron, the bit of shimmering mother-of-pearl potion remaining and the charred walls. "I think I know what happened here." He said stepping over the still slightly smoking desk and broken cauldron. "Minerva, summon Poppy and separate these two until the potions effect wears off."

McGonagall quickly walked into the room and took Hermione by the arm and led her to a nearby classroom. She locked the door and sat the girl down in a chair. "Miss Granger, please explain." She said sternly. Hermione didn't listen to a single word and moved towards the door. "We must…we must." She muttered. McGonagall grabbed her firmly. "Miss granger!" she said making her look at her. Her eyes were clouded and glazed over. "What must you do?" she asked trying to sit the struggling girl down. "He must make love to me, we must copulate." She said still squirming. Her Professor blinked. Clearly this was the work of amortentia. "Well before you go don't you wish to tidy yourself up?" she asked trying to distract her. "If you're going to seduce him you should at least look the part." Said McGonagall. Hermione sat down willingly and looked herself over. "What could I possibly be thinking?" she said aloud. "I look horrible!" she cried "Not to worry dear, a little make up, some new clothes, and you'll be ready to go." Said McGonagall. "How much did she get a hold of?" Minerva thought transfiguring some hats and gloves in the lost and found bin into cocktail dresses and fabulous gowns. "No matter, any girl, especially a teenager, will spend hours on her looks." She thought smiling to herself.

Professor Snape suffered from the same fate. "I must have her!" he exclaimed. "Good Lord man, she is a student, and barely legal!" yelled tiny Professor Flitwick. "It's no use, he has been doused in amortentia, and he will pine for her until the potion wears off. " Said Dumbledore. "Well I'm sorry Severus, but you'll have to wait a while." He said sincerely. "You know how long women take to put themselves together." He said sitting down and summoning a bottle of Brandy. "Why not have a drink while we wait for her?" he said smiling. "If only to calm the nerves." He said pouring them each a glass. "Well, I suppose your right." Said Snape. He took his drink and sipped it gingerly. "Now we wait." He said raising his glass.

Now Remember, it is always polite to leave a review even if it is only two or three words like. "It sucked." Or "It was great." I kind of wrote in a hurry. I haven't been very productive in the creative department lately so I try to write whenever I have a burst of inspiration. Thanks for reading,-KaguraXSesshomaru