A/N: Back here after a long, long time. I hope you missed me! :D There are a number of reasons why I wasn't writing, but to put it plainly I just needed a break.

This is something I wrote before the break and it was planned as a one shot, but I realised that each verse could be its own drabble-like chapter. The inspiration behind it is The Police's "Don't stand so close to me", a classic student-teacher song and perfect for a little Sev and Hermione.

Anyway without further ado... I hope you enjoy this!

All of it was beta-ed by the lovely darklotus!

Young teacher the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing

Hermione was sitting in potions class, scribbling on her parchment. The potion she was making needed to simmer for fifteen minutes and she was bored out of her mind. With nothing to do she stared to daydream, and her thoughts were drawn to the amazing dream she had had last night.

He was lightly scraping his hands over her breasts while she shivered in pleasure. His lips parted, his tongue touched her collar bone and he dragged it along her throat. One of his hands travelled downwards over her belly and towards her silk folds. Her breathing started to get ragged and she started panting.

Hermione jolted from her stupor and shook her head in an attempt to clear it. Wetness had begun spreading in her folds and she squirmed in her seat. She looked up at her professor. He was sitting at his desk, back hunched over a stack of student papers and assignments. His long, elegant fingers were holding his quill tightly, and the ones on his other hand were lightly tapping his chin. He was thinking, apparently; his long raven hair falling around his face like a curtain.

"Gorgeous," she thought.

Since the beginning of her seventh year, the dreaded Potions Master had become Hermione's secret fantasy. She had always held him in high regard, but then she started noticing how his presence made her feel. She was acting like an enamoured schoolgirl; giggling and hiding her face behind her palms whenever he looked at her from the Teacher's table. But he never seemed to notice.

Every night she dreamed about him. The scenario was always the same and last night was no different. She was serving detention with him and suddenly she was in his arms and they were taking their clothes off. He would then take her hard and fast on his desk in the classroom, their moans and screams filling the cold empty dungeons.

Hermione had all the things she wanted to do in life carefully planned out, but he was an intrusion-a very welcomed intrusion-in her plans. She wanted him so bad. And yet she hoped that he hadn't noticed a thing from her behaviour.