A/N: For several days now, this little idea has been jumping around in my head, screaming to be let out. Well here you go. Run, little one, and see where life takes you…
Severus Snape swept into his office and stopped short at the sight of Miss Granger seated in front of his desk. Shit. He had completely forgotten about her detention. He had been called away to meet with the Dark Lord and this had just slipped his mind. He could not even remember what he had assigned detention for. His tired, sleep-deprived mind refused to provide him with an answer. He did not even know how long she had already been waiting.
"My apologies, Miss Granger," he said as he folded himself into his chair, "I have been called away on urgent business."
"I understand," Miss Granger replied in a hoarse voice. She probably had been waiting for hours. Pulling one of the glasses on his desk over, he filled it with water and handed it to her. She took it from his hands with a grateful look and downed it in three large gulps.
He still was none the wiser as to why he had assigned her detention, so he folded his arms in front of his chest, regarding her steadily. "Explain how this happened," he said, trusting that she would try to defend herself and with that, give him enough clues to remember.
"I knew the recipe asked for ground beetle eyes, but my mind had wandered and I chopped them instead. I apologize. I knew that is no proper excuse as I put everyone in class in danger. I'm very sorry."
Ah, yes, he remembered the incident in class this morning. It seemed a lifetime ago. Visits with the Dark Lord tended to leave such impressions.
"I am disappointed, Miss Granger. At this stage of your education, I would have expected you to employ your utmost concentration to the subject. You cannot allow your mind to wander."
"That's easy for you to say," she sighed.
Excuse me?! What impertinence. "I. Beg. Your. Pardon?" he snarled, enunciating every word.
"You don't know what it's like, having to work in close proximity to the one person you desire above all others. To smell his delicious scent, being able to study him up close,… it's the most alluring distraction. I just can't help thinking about him, how it would feel to be touched by those hands and to have his lips –"
"Miss Granger!" Snape bellowed. "What in all of the world is wrong with you?!"
As the words left his mouth, understanding dawned. There was something wrong with her. This was completely atypical behavior for his proper, overachieving student. She must be under influence of some substance or spell.
Growling in the back of his throat, he realized he had forgotten to put a cleansing spell on the glasses on his desk. A new Weasley product had hit the shelves a couple of weeks back. It was a colorless, odorless potion that once imbibed drained away all inhibitions the person had previously harbored, leaving them to speak their opinion without consulting their brains beforehand if this was wise.
A group of Fifth years had had their fun prepping the glasses on his desk that he kept for offering students a sip of water when their throats had dried out from fear of what was about to descend on them in form of a furious Potions Master. The result had been some rather unflattering comments toward his appearance as well as general teaching style. He had obliviated the students once he substance had left their system. It had taken about an hour for them to come to their senses, and he had seen the horror in their eyes as they realized what they had just spilled out in front of their feared professor. Obliviation had been the best choice for everyone involved.
He had taken up the routine of casting a cleansing spell on the glasses ever since. Today, he had forgotten. Obviously, Miss Granger had fallen victim to said potion. He flicked his wand at the clock on his wall, setting it so it would chime after an hour had passed.
Remembering all the years he had tormented her, he groaned inwardly. This would be hell to pay. But still preferable to hearing her blabber on about her latest crush, whoever that might be. Obviously, he was in her Potions class.
He forced his thoughts away from the subject. He should not care whom she was interested in. It was bad enough that she had been talking about it in the first place.
She still sat there, watching him with bemused eyes. Maybe if he did not speak at all, neither would she, and they could pass the hour in silence before he could finally retire to bed. No such luck.
"I don't think he ever really noticed me. As a woman, I mean. He has noticed me alright. He needs to in order to hate me."
Oh, Gods, Severus thought. Please, not an hour of this! Still, his mind latched onto this new information. So that guy hated her, huh? Could it be Draco?! His godson was pleasing to the eye, he had to admit. And, although on the sly side, he was smart. He could see why Granger might be attracted. Although if the other two of the Golden Trio knew her secret fantasies… he chuckled inwardly at the thought.
Hermione, meanwhile, kept rambling on. "And those hands. I've never seen such beautiful hands. The way he holds his knife when he slices through the ingredients – it's like a form of art. One that he has perfected. I could watch his fingers work all day long. And who could blame me if, at the sight, I start thinking about what those hands could do, running all over my body – "
"Miss Granger!" he bellowed again, a sudden heat rising inside of him. The way she had spoken, in a seductively throaty voice, draped over her chair led his thoughts on a merry chase towards rather inappropriate directions.
In the last couple of months, she had undergone a complete transformation. Gone were the slim, knobbly extremities of childhood. They had been replaced by soft curves, glowing skin and flowing hair. Whenever her amber eyes met his, he would be reminded of this fact anew, and he wished he wouldn't. There was no point.
His clothes seemed too tight and he wished for a breath of fresh air. He glanced at the clock – another forty minutes to go.
"Miss Granger, maybe it would be best if you kept those thoughts to yourself and switched to another topic."
"But don't you see – that is exactly my problem. How am I to focus on anything else if my mind insists on displaying delicious scenarios involving his mouth and his hands and his –"
"Miss Granger!" he interrupted her before any more incriminating words could leave her mouth. He did not need these images of Draco in his head. "Maybe you could just let him know that you fancy him and spare us more of your blabbering right now?"
A smile lit up her face. Rising from her chair, she exclaimed: "That is a fantastic idea! I'll do that right now."
Severus jumped up from his seat. She could not be allowed to leave until the effects of the potion had worn off. And even then, she might prefer to be obliviated to forget about the whole thing.
"You cannot leave this room!" He could not let her go in this state.
Her smile deepened as she strolled confidently towards him. "Oh, well, then it is a very good thing I don't have to leave this room to let him know," she drawled.
He did not understand until she intruded his personal space, placing her hand on his chest and running it up towards his shoulder. She stepped so close that her clothes were touching his and lifted her face to his neck to draw in a deep breath. She sighed in pleasure. "You smell incredible. I would like to lick you to see if you taste just as good."
His breath caught in his throat. She was so close, too close, and her touch had left him feeling very… unsettled. She seemed very enraptured with him. Maybe it had not been the new Weasley brew but a love potion?
"Miss Granger, it seems you are under the influence of a potion, probably a love potion considering the very recent nature of your interest in me."
She gave him a look of undeniable longing. Definitely a love potion. She would not want him with all the young wizards chasing after her. He placed a hand on her shoulder to gently push her away.
"Oh, Professor," she purred, "this interest is far from recent. In fact, I've been thinking about you for years. But in the last months it has become almost… unbearably intense."
His throat suddenly ran dry. If that was true, it was the Weasley potion she had imbibed. Which also meant that everything she had just said was the truth.
She lifted her other arm to grasp his hand that was still resting on her shoulder. She pulled it up and placed it along her cheek, rubbing her soft skin against his rough one. She turned her head to place a slow kiss to the center of his palm. A hot, electric tingle shot from the place of contact through his body, sending shivers along his spine. He had not known such little contact could harness such an intense response.
Her lips started sliding along his skin, trailing his fingers until they reached his fingertips. Her lips opened and slowly, delicately, she placed her teeth around the soft flesh of his fingertip and bit down gently, worrying the sensitive tissue.
His breath left him in a rush as his skin seemed to burn. A dark desire rose in him and he tried to suppress it. He could not allow himself to feel this way.
"Miss Granger," he whispered hoarsely, "this is highly inappropriate."
"I don't care about propriety right now," she said, sucking the tip of his finger into her mouth. His knees buckled. These lips, that hot mouth around his finger, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip were sensations too overwhelming to process. He blinked against the spots in his vision. He could hardly draw a breath.
"I am your teacher," he rasped out, holding that fact up like a shield. She blew right through it.
"That does not make me want you any less." Her hands gripped his coat and she used the leverage to pull herself flush against him. Her face was inches away from his, her pupils wide with desire. "I've only ever wanted you," she whispered before she closed the distance to touch her lips against his.
He tried hard to resist. Oh, he tried so very hard. But those sweet lips were insistent, nibbling on his lower lip as if it were ambrosia, her hot tongue exploring the lines of his mouth, tasting him. Her moans of pleasure only intensified the experience. When she pressed her firm breasts against his chest, he gasped in reaction and she put his opened mouth to good use. At the touch of her tongue to his, the last parts of his resolve melted away.
He allowed himself to be pulled into the sensation, slowly responding to her touch. Molten fire crawled through his veins when he explored her mouth. She tasted of fresh spring rain and the first rays of sunshine after a dreary day.
He had never been kissed like that. He had been kissed, but rarely, and it had been those fast, pecking kisses that accompanied a hurried one night stand. He had never been really kissed. That slow, sensuous snogging he had only ever encountered by watching from afar. He had consoled himself with the thought that sex was more pleasurable, anyways. How wrong he had been. This kiss with Granger, it was a revelation.
His body did not feel like his own. The visceral reactions were astounding – his heart was pumping at top speed, adrenaline was racing through his veins and everything tingled as hot and cold flashes raced under his skin. He was swept away on a wave of emotion as he gathered the woman in his arms closer, tunneling the fingers of his left hand into her hair.
It seemed like ages had gone by and he was no closer to having his fill. Those sweet, delicious lips kept teasing him and he was all too willing to comply. Finally, when he thought his legs would no longer support him, he pulled back, taking in her face. Her luminous eyes were wide with wonder, swollen lips softly parted. She was so beautiful and alluring that she took his breath away.
The clock on his wall chimed, reminding him of the time. The hour since she had drunken from the glass had passed.
He watched her closely. Something in her eyes stirred, and he saw the emotions as they drifted to the surface, almost too fast to keep track of. There was confusion followed by surprise overtaken by desire quickly tainted by embarrassment, then another quick flare of desire before it finally settled on mortification.
"Oh, my God," she whispered hoarsely, a blush staining her cheeks as her fingertips trailed over the sensitive skin of her lips. Her gaze had dropped away, but now found his again. Hot tingles flared under his skin as their eyes met.
Oh my God, indeed. What was he to do now?
A/N: And that's how far my mind has taken me. Could this become a story? It might. What does it depend on? Reviews, people, Reviews! * wriggles eyebrows, points to that certain box in the lower right corner *