Uncovering the Unexpected

Chapter 1

"Damnit!" Hermione cursed as her, Harry, and Ron, walked down the halls to go to the Gryffindor house. It was the end of the day and the halls of the school were quickly emptying, leaving where they were almost deserted. Hermione had halted in the middle of the pathway, looking flustered.

Harry and Ron stopped, looking over at her. "What is it?" Harry asked. Hermione didn't normally swear, so this was a bad sign.

"Oh, nothing." Hermione brushed it off, starting to walk again, despite the feeling in her stomach. "It's just that I remembered I left my potion book back in Snape's classroom. I need it to finish the homework he assigned." she groaned, mentally kicking herself.

Harry looked over at her, seeming to not understand the problem. "So just go get it," he told her.

Ron elbowed him in the ribs. "This is Snape's classroom we're talking about, Harry. She'd have to go in there all alone, and he might be inside. How awful would that be?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, it's not like he'll kill me. He might take away house points though, for forgetfulness or something along those lines." she groaned again, rubbing her forehead and cursing herself for leaving her things in the first place.

Despite not wanting to go, she stopped and reluctantly began to turn around. "I better go get it, I need to finish that homework." she told her friends, which earned her pitiful looks from the both of them.

"Good luck."

It hadn't taken long for her to reach Professor Snape's classroom.

Hermione stopped at the door, her hands hesitantly resting on smooth wood. She could always turn back now and just say she had misplaced her homework when the subject came up. But she had never missed a homework mark, and she wasn't going to start now.

But what if he refused to let her get her stuff? Oh well, might as well try, right? Right?

Right.

Without a second thought, she pushed open the heavy door, revealing his classroom. It was surprisingly empty, Snape no where to be seen. She saw that the door leading to his office was almost closed and light was seeping from under it, and she knew he must be in there.

Better do this quick.

Quietly she tiptoed over to her desk, gratefully noticing her book sitting on top of it as if it had been waiting for her. After she had quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into her bag, she started for the door. But something made her stop.

A sound was coming from the other room.

It was almost like a frustrated grunt, and Hermione knew had to be Snape. But, what was he doing? Was he okay?

She didn't know, but her good and nosey nature got the best of her, and she silently walked over to the door. It stood ajar, about an inch open. She peeked through, but caught sight of nothing except the corner of his desk. Frustrated, she ever so slightly pushed the door, causing it to open a little more.

She did this until there was enough room to see, and what she saw made her jaw drop.

Severus Snape was standing in his office, stark naked. He didn't even have any undergarments on. No, he was showing all his glory. From her view Hermione only saw his backside, and that was more than enough.

Damn, he has a nice ass...

Hermione was surprised that she even thought that, and her eyes widened a bit. Did she really mean that? She shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that about a teacher, let alone Snape.

He was grumbling about something, looking around as if trying to find something.

"God...it's so hot...finally I can relax..." she heard him mutter as he searched. His robes were lying on his desk, and he seemed to be searching for something else to change into. He turned around, still looking, leaving Hermione even more shocked than she already was.

The most hated and feared teacher in school had the biggest package she had ever seen, and was probably the largest in the school. How had she not known he was that well endowed?

Incidentally she let out a little gasp, but quickly covered her mouth in fear that he heard.

Severus Snape was a lot of things, but he wasn't deaf. His head snapped up suddenly, and he focused his dark gaze at the door, right at where she was staring.

"Granger!"

Hermione ran.

It seemed like it took forever to get back to the Gryffindor house. Even though she knew Snape would never leave his office to chase after her while he was bare-ass naked, she ran all the way.

Images of him flashed through her mind. Images she didn't want to remember but couldn't help enjoy at the same time. This was wrong on so many levels.

After mumbling the password, she stepped inside the almost empty Gryffindor common room. It was late, and only a few students were still up at this time. Harry and Ron were sitting on one of the many couches, playing wizard chess.

They must have waited up for her. For some reason she had figured she would just go to bed and wouldn't have to face them. But, of course, they'd want to know if Snape was actually in his classroom.

When she walked over to them they looked up expectantly, curious expressions on their faces. "Did you get your book?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione gasped for breath from the sprint she had just ran. She pulled her book from her bag, showing it to them. "I got it." As she stood there, panting for breath, she couldn't help thinking about Snape's...um.

Ron looked at her closely. "Are you okay? Was he in there?"

After a hesitant moment, Hermione sat down next to them. She didn't want to tell them of what happened, but knew they would harass her until she did. "Yeah...he was there." she began reluctantly.

"What happened?" Ron asked eagerly, scooting closer to hear her better. Harry did the same, the wizard chess board lying on the couch, forgotten.

"Well, let's start from when I walked into the classroom..."