'What an insufferable git' Hermione thought as she stomped down to the dungeons for her detention.
It wasn't very often that Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's golden girl, got detention, although lately it had been happening quite often. Professor Snape seemed to have a sadistic love of punishing Gryffindor students, Hermione in particular.
When Hermione arrived at the said Professor's door she scowled briefly before walking in. Right as she entered the clock struck 8 o'clock. On time, as usual.
Snape looked up briefly from his work at his desk before sneering. "Ms. Granger." Hermione couldn't control the little thrill that ran through her when he said her name. "Professor." Snape rose, his black robes billowing. "You will be cleaning the desks, Mr. Longbottom, the bumbling fool, had an "accident" with his potion this morning and it needs to be cleaned. Without magic."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Snape but nodded and shrugged off her robes, revealing a tight t-shirt and skinny jeans. "Ms. Granger! Why are you disrobing?" Hermione snorted. "Honestly Professor, do you really expect me to clean desks with that suffocating robe on?" She grabbed the bucket full of soapy water and a sponge, which Snape had summoned upon her arrival. "You really need to get laid." She muttered under her breath.
Now the average person wouldn't have heard her mutterings but since when had Severus Snape ever been average? His head snapped up and he stared at the young woman – yes woman, she was hardly a child anymore—who was washing the desk. It was like looking through completely different eyes, and if Severus dared to think she looked positively delectable.
Hermione was oblivious to her professor's musing as she was inwardly complaining to herself about her detention. What had Neville put in the potion this time? It was nearly impossible to get out! It would be so much easier if she could just use magic. Her hips swayed as she scrubbed the potion off of the desk and as she looked over her shoulder she was shocked to see Snape staring at her arse.
Oh Merlin! She thought quickly looking away. Snape is looking at my ARSE. WHAT DO I DO?! Calm down Hermione. Hermione smirked a little and shook her ass experimentally, noting the sharp intake of breath behind her.
Hermione straightened and turned around, leaning up against the desks as she sent a sultry look at her professor. "Severus." She swayed her hips as she slowly stalked towards him. The look on his face was priceless as he backed up into his desk. "It's P-Professor Snape to you Ms. G-Granger."
Hermione licked her lips and purred, leaning forward till their lips nearly met. "Professor." Her lips curled into a small smile. "Please stop staring at my ass. Thanks." She ghosted her lips across his before leaning back, smirking smugly.