Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac.
R-rated.
Disclaimer: I don't make any money and I do not claim to own J. K. Rowlings characters. I do however own this plot.
Authors notes: I have changed a bit in this chapter because Hermione wasn't acting the way I wanted her to. That is why I've been silent so long. I just couldn't write a story with that Hermione. Now that I changed her and her motives I hope I'll be able to write more frequently. And hopefully keep them both in character through out the story. Thank you for waiting, and thank you for reading now.
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Hermione shivered as she walked slowly through the dungeons to the Potions classroom. A detention would be the last thing any student at Hogwards would want, any student but her. She couldn't say she liked Snape, but his intellect intrigued her, his cold manor enticed her, his physical person beckoned her. She would have killed herself before admitting this to her fellow students, but she wanted Snape. Desired him. Well, not so much desired him as she desired knowing him. The physical desire was merely a biproduct of her fading puberty's hormones. Biproduct or not, desires exist to be fulfilled and her femme fatal within told her that by getting the one she was likely to get the other. She shivered again for different reasons then the clammy atmosphere and took a deep breath to compose herself before knocking on the door before her.
"Enter."
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The Professor was sitting at his desk reading the students work and didn't look up to acknowledge her presence.
"You will be grading the first year's exams. You will grade them with one point given for a correct answer and one point drawn for an incorrect one. No points will be given if the student is "close enough" or if the student "at least tried". Is that clear, Miss Granger?" The last part of his speech was delivered with a sneer and an impatient hand waving in the direction of a pile of parchments laying on one of the front desks.
Hermione found this a strangely light punishment considering his contempt for her, but ignored her curiosity and set to work.
The hours slowly ticked by as she graded the papers before her, sometimes smiling at the attempts made by the children, sometimes sighing as she remembered her own first exam.
Finally the teacher put down his quill and stretched, causing Hermione to let her gaze stray from the parchments before her to the lithe body enticing her senses. Her mind slipped away and she imagined herself being lifted from her seat by strong hands and wrapped into a searing kiss as her body was pushed onto the desk behind her. The strong man above her spread her legs and grinded into her heated core as the kiss grows deeper.
"Miss Granger! May I have your attention?"
Hermione was slightly flushed and panting as she was thrown out of her daydream only to be faced with the professor again, him more than slightly annoyed with her slip from reality.
Snape studied her closely as she composed herself and sneered.
"May I ask where you "went", Miss Granger?"
Hermione gasped silently and tried to compose herself again, to no avail.
"Well, I.. Um. I was. thinking. of.um. things. um. that. Oh, God. I. I'm. I'm so sorry, Professor."
Her face turned crimson as she stuttered out her apology and she diverted her gaze to the floor.
"Was that a display off your brilliance, Miss Granger? I asked you what you found so important that you let it shift your attention from your task at hand, I expect you to answer me, girl."
She took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say when her attention yet again shifted to the man in front of her. She saw his handsome face, his deep, black eyes, and his lips. 'If only I could break him. Crack his shell.' Hermione really was tired of her professor's demeanour. Always so cold, stiff and harsh. God forbid he would ever hint of any kind of humanity within himself. She was 17 now, 18 with that dafted timeturner, but the 11-year-old that once had stepped through the gates of Hogwards were still firmly in place within her. The thirst for knowledge, the curiosity, the way she never gave up, those qualities were still intact. The only difference now were the things that intrigued her. Then it was school subjects and "ways to banish evil wizards trying to take over the world". Quite noble subjects. Now it was Snape. Quite noble, that too. Oh, how she wished she could make a dent, a crack, a tiny peephole. To shock him. Without thinking she stepped forward and invaded his personal sphere.
She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, relishing his warmth. A soft moan escaped her before she broke the kiss and stepped back. One look at his face told her that he had not enjoyed her actions the way she had. His eyes were every bit as cold and unyielding as they always were. She cringed at the intensity of his despise as he spoke.
"If you are quite finished, Miss Granger, you may leave now."
As she walked out of the classroom, the rejection burning inside of her, her determination to break him had only doubled.
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Hope you liked it, and please review! I need constructive criticism.
R-rated.
Disclaimer: I don't make any money and I do not claim to own J. K. Rowlings characters. I do however own this plot.
Authors notes: I have changed a bit in this chapter because Hermione wasn't acting the way I wanted her to. That is why I've been silent so long. I just couldn't write a story with that Hermione. Now that I changed her and her motives I hope I'll be able to write more frequently. And hopefully keep them both in character through out the story. Thank you for waiting, and thank you for reading now.
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Hermione shivered as she walked slowly through the dungeons to the Potions classroom. A detention would be the last thing any student at Hogwards would want, any student but her. She couldn't say she liked Snape, but his intellect intrigued her, his cold manor enticed her, his physical person beckoned her. She would have killed herself before admitting this to her fellow students, but she wanted Snape. Desired him. Well, not so much desired him as she desired knowing him. The physical desire was merely a biproduct of her fading puberty's hormones. Biproduct or not, desires exist to be fulfilled and her femme fatal within told her that by getting the one she was likely to get the other. She shivered again for different reasons then the clammy atmosphere and took a deep breath to compose herself before knocking on the door before her.
"Enter."
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The Professor was sitting at his desk reading the students work and didn't look up to acknowledge her presence.
"You will be grading the first year's exams. You will grade them with one point given for a correct answer and one point drawn for an incorrect one. No points will be given if the student is "close enough" or if the student "at least tried". Is that clear, Miss Granger?" The last part of his speech was delivered with a sneer and an impatient hand waving in the direction of a pile of parchments laying on one of the front desks.
Hermione found this a strangely light punishment considering his contempt for her, but ignored her curiosity and set to work.
The hours slowly ticked by as she graded the papers before her, sometimes smiling at the attempts made by the children, sometimes sighing as she remembered her own first exam.
Finally the teacher put down his quill and stretched, causing Hermione to let her gaze stray from the parchments before her to the lithe body enticing her senses. Her mind slipped away and she imagined herself being lifted from her seat by strong hands and wrapped into a searing kiss as her body was pushed onto the desk behind her. The strong man above her spread her legs and grinded into her heated core as the kiss grows deeper.
"Miss Granger! May I have your attention?"
Hermione was slightly flushed and panting as she was thrown out of her daydream only to be faced with the professor again, him more than slightly annoyed with her slip from reality.
Snape studied her closely as she composed herself and sneered.
"May I ask where you "went", Miss Granger?"
Hermione gasped silently and tried to compose herself again, to no avail.
"Well, I.. Um. I was. thinking. of.um. things. um. that. Oh, God. I. I'm. I'm so sorry, Professor."
Her face turned crimson as she stuttered out her apology and she diverted her gaze to the floor.
"Was that a display off your brilliance, Miss Granger? I asked you what you found so important that you let it shift your attention from your task at hand, I expect you to answer me, girl."
She took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say when her attention yet again shifted to the man in front of her. She saw his handsome face, his deep, black eyes, and his lips. 'If only I could break him. Crack his shell.' Hermione really was tired of her professor's demeanour. Always so cold, stiff and harsh. God forbid he would ever hint of any kind of humanity within himself. She was 17 now, 18 with that dafted timeturner, but the 11-year-old that once had stepped through the gates of Hogwards were still firmly in place within her. The thirst for knowledge, the curiosity, the way she never gave up, those qualities were still intact. The only difference now were the things that intrigued her. Then it was school subjects and "ways to banish evil wizards trying to take over the world". Quite noble subjects. Now it was Snape. Quite noble, that too. Oh, how she wished she could make a dent, a crack, a tiny peephole. To shock him. Without thinking she stepped forward and invaded his personal sphere.
She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, relishing his warmth. A soft moan escaped her before she broke the kiss and stepped back. One look at his face told her that he had not enjoyed her actions the way she had. His eyes were every bit as cold and unyielding as they always were. She cringed at the intensity of his despise as he spoke.
"If you are quite finished, Miss Granger, you may leave now."
As she walked out of the classroom, the rejection burning inside of her, her determination to break him had only doubled.
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Hope you liked it, and please review! I need constructive criticism.