"Bloody hell! Try not to catch my bits will you!" Harry all but shouted as Hermione zipped up the tight black leather pants she had insisted they buy at Hogsmeade the day before. "Hold still Harry! Do you want Snape to snog you senseless or what?"
He stood still and she finally got the button buttoned. "Ha! There, done and done." She glanced up and down his frame appreciatively then sighed. "I don't suppose you would consider going straight hmmm…for me?" she looked at his face that looked slightly green at the mention. "You know harry girls don't have the plague." She muttered.
"Why the hell are these damn things so tight?!" harry asked quickly changing the subject. "There isn't any room for my bits, the poor things, they need to breathe you know." He said.
"Well the pants aren't meant to stay on that long." Hermione giggled and slapped Harry's compressed and hot ass playfully. "He's gonna want to gobble you up. I'm telling you, he's going to like what he can see and want more."
"How much more?" harry asked.
"He's gonna ask for your hand…in his pants." Hermione sighed dreamily. "Then he will whisk you away to his chambers to get lost in a world of deliriously wonderful, mind blowing, orgasmic passion." By this point she had harry by the shoulders and was shaking him.
"Well that sounds like fun, but it's impossible. Snape won't even acknowledge my presence. Much less actually want to touch me." Sighing he collapsed into a chair. "After all to him I'm just some spoiled kid with too much fame and a swollen head because of it."
"Don't worry harry he just doesn't realize that fame isn't why your head is swollen." She smiled lecherously.
"Hey I wasn't talking about that head!" he blushed.
She frowned and sat in his lap. "Honestly harry…" she shifted to swing her legs over the arm of the chair they were sitting in and he yelped. "That's why you do so epically bad in potions."
"S'cuse me?" put off by that statement he crossed his arms as well as he could with his lap full of Hermione. "I thought I was doing rather well in class…sort of…"
"It's a lack of confidence." She smiled that all knowing smile of hers. "And a particular problem that appears whenever a certain tall, dark, and sexy walks into the room."
He looked down at what he was wearing. "Are you…"
"Yes love! Don't worry he will totally love it, you!" she sighed again. "Come on, potions is next you don't want to be late"
A.N: ok well I have never actually written something like this and I think it came out pretty good but I have no idea how to continue it or if I should. So yeah I am thinking of letting someone take it over if they want but let me know.