Drawing Straws
A.N. Jezebel here writing a nice little ditty about everyone's favourite Potions professer...and his favourite student!!!
The potions dungeon was dimly lit by three lone candles. The classes had ended for the day and Severus Snape sat alone at his desk recording the day's grievances in his leather bound journal.
'Those Damned Students are such imbeciles. They titter through my class and today Ernie MacMillan transformed his sleeping potion into a Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and within two minutes his eyebrows had begun to obstruct his view and his breathing passages. I sent him up to Madame Pomfrey, but not before I made a public mockery of his errors and swore violently at the fool. Sometimes my feelings just get so intense. I'll admit that I am a creature of passion and lust. Lately my appetite has turned itself of a delectable Miss Granger. The way she repeatedly raises her hot little hand in my class makes me believe that she wants me as much as I want her.
More than once I've had very wet dreams about her and I having wild, uncontainable sex in one of my-- hold on to that thought, the sexpot in question has just entered this tiger's lair.'
"Professor Snape, I came to...ask you something."
Severus closed her mouth with his tongue as he pulled her swiftly towards his largest cauldron. She grinned as he began to remove both of their robes in a frenzied pasion.
"But Sir, won't it be...tight?" She knew she was driving him mad with every word.
"That's the way I like it, hot-ass." He too, enjoyed teasing her, raising her blood pressure to an explosive height.
As Severus Snape climbed into his dark cauldron and drew Hermione in with him, he began to let his hands roam all over her warm little underage body.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A groan released itself from the bottom of Snape's throat as they heaved in the passion of the moment. Slowly their breathing eased as Hermione allowed herself to relax in the lush embrace of her greasy teacher. She tasted the sweat droplets that graced his oily brow.
"So, Miss Granger, I think you'll be in for about 4000 house points awarded to you for your...services. Not to mention a passing grade in my class.
"Thank you sir. Thank you for that and also for everthing...else."
"What made you decide to indulge me, Miss Granger?" Severus' eyes gleamed in arousal.
"Well, to be quite honest sir, everyone in your Potions class was beginning to notice your irritability rising and someone suggested that maybe if you got laid...so all the girls (and some of the guys) drew straws...well, I got the short one, so..."
"Well, Hermione, I'm not exactly thrilled that the object of my obsession had a little nookie with me only because she HAD to, but I do hope that you found that my 'straw' wasn't the short one."
THE END!
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Jezebel