an. this installment is a D/s take on a hermione snape relationship its 1001 words short but reveiw and i'll make it my mission to get one out every other night, please give me a reason to make this happen, reveiw even if you just point out a typo, though I'd welcome any ideas

if i owned hp the books would have this in... do you see it in there. nope. there not mine then. shame

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Hermione sat at the front of the potions classroom on the right, closest to the only exit, it has always struck her as stupid that a dangerous classroom such as potions only had one escape route. Then again, she mused, with the potions masters skill there hadn't been a single death in the entire time he had taught potions to idiots. he was so knowledgeable she thought feeling a little tension in her stomach, he held himself with such power and confidence, the spy walked behind her again lecturing the class from the middle row between desks, his presence reached out to brush against hers and the tension became an ache.

'damn it Hermione stop fantasising about his cock!' Snape schooled his expression into its standard sneer to hide his shock at the thought of good girl Hermione squirming in her chair over him, pacing back the classroom he mulled over her infatuation, he did currently have a slut or two but Hermione was truly submissive not just playing at it. She was the reason he'd heft his mind open to the unschooled minds of his 7th year advanced class. Initially it was to check unobtrusively on the potter brat's death wish he reminded himself pacing up and down the isle between the desks giving only a small fraction of his consciousness to the lecture he was giving he mulled over the thought of fucking Hermione, Hermione the good girl, the overachiever he could fuck- but the brains behind the chosen one, he sneered at a student disgusted by the name potter had been given, he would have to be careful doing that... he could plant an idea though if and only if it grew to fruition, if she crawled to him begging for it, who would he be to deny her. Only then could he taste the forbiden fruit that she emboddied.

Hermione returned to her potions essay incorporating Snapes points into her otherwise finished product, these days schoolwork was a necessary annoyance to the bookworm turned war witch, her training while only partially completed filled up a huge amount of her time, war witches are made not born. Those who could not summon the drive to follow the path she had set herself on often said the few witches per millennium (thousand years ppl) that became war witches were a mythical breed all of there own, they were known as magi, sorcerers, even shadowed ones. Hermione knew better they were a secretive sect of people focused on taking their relationship with majic to its zenith as such they were beyond dangerous in battle. They reformed worlds through politics valour and prophesy, her induction into the sect had initially been for her to help Harry with his war against voldemort but as she progressed she started to see she didn't hold all the facts in the war and so she had opted for neutrality until she knew better, not that Ron new that even Harry her closest friend didn't know exactly where she stood. or rather where she didn't.

"the slices you make in the flesh of a beeswig must be made with hardened air as to not disrupt the magic of the beast but to increase the surface area..." Snapes voice drifted by her making her stomach tighten again, that man was quickly becoming the cloaked power at the edge if her dreams, commanding her onwards in her pursuit of power but constraining her actions keeping her level, keeping her good. part of her knew no one could truly rule another in that way but part of her needed to know the world could be kept safe from her if she did go to far. That there would always be someone to hand that could match her and if that person came to be the sexily dark tall brooding professor, if only in her thoughts, no matter.

He smirked as his conciousnes' merged and his lecture came to a close. he paced back to where hermione was studiously scribling away at annother essay beyond the scope of most of his class, mildly anoyed she didnt need to listen he stalked over to her exuding his natural power banging his hands down on the desk to her left where he had so often when her lab partner sat there daydreaming. He inwardly smirked at the small well controlled start she gave, he would have missed it had he not been a spy for years.

"Miss Granger can you enlighten me as to why you do not feel the need to honour the time i give to ungrateful know-it-alls"

with a guilty flush they both knew had nothing to do with her lack of attention she quietly apologised knowing not to rile the man "I have no excuse Sir I'm sorry"

"you will recompence me doubly for these two hours i have wasted tonight at 6 " he all but purred at her dangerously

"yes Sir "

"out!" he hissed at the class when the room emptied he allowed himself a smirk somehow the next class of sub par students didn't seem quite so bad. not when he could imagine Hermione on her knees before him begging for his cock, a parody of a schoolgirl juxtaposed to the air she obviously strived to give. not that he though her week Hermione was a strong woman she was willful and nothing could cross her morals but the real question was what were her morals? could she be willfuly submissive, could she take her power and grace and sink to her knees before him to suck him, gag on his cock if she'd earned the right would she take her power and lay it alongside his?

wrenching himself from his thoughts he opened the lab door to let the next wave of ingrates into his domain, his fantisys wher only that for now.

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