disclaimer: i dun own Harry Potter.
"Oh! Yes! Right there!" Hermione whimpered.
"You like me there? Do you want more?" Snape whispered huskily. She moaned.
"I asked you a question Miss Granger. Tut tut. You should know better than to ignore a teacher's question." He said. "I asked you, Miss Granger, do you like me," pulling out, he slammed into her tightness again. She screamed with pleasure, "there?"
"Y… Yes…" she moaned.
"Then maybe, I should do it again," he pulled out and thrust into her, "and again."
She whimpered. "Yes please, sir."
"You are so tight; it's like fucking a virgin." He whispered, "So fucking beautiful." He ran a hand over her body and her breast, all the while slamming into her hard, she was close…
"HERMIONE!!! WAKE UP ALREADY!!!" Ginny screamed. "Hurry! Get up and get dressed quickly!" She rummaged through Hermione's drawer, looking for her clothes.
"Oh shit Ginny, what time is it?"
"Late enough to get you into detention if you don't get to class in five minutes!"
"Hurry! You get to class, don't worry about me! RUN!"
Rushing about, she hurriedly got dressed and ran to class.
"Damn. Late already! Why must potions be first?" she thought.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and stepped in.
"How kind of you to join us Miss Granger," said her ultra hot potions master in his sexy voice, or so it registered in Hermione's mind. "Detention Miss Granger. Tonight, 8 O'clock sharp. Meet me in my office."
She hung her head and hurried over to sit next to Harry and Ron. She could not concentrate all through potions.
She knocked on the door. "Come in" called Snape. "
"Good evening sir."
"Take a seat Miss Granger," he said, indicating to the chair in front of his desk.
Hermione shakily walked over and sat down.
"Now, Miss Granger," he said in his oily voice, "may I know why exactly were you late for class today?"
"I overslept." She mumbled.
He got up and walked to the front of his desk and stood next to Hermione, peering down at her. "And why, may I know, did you oversleep?"
Her heartbeat increased as she felt his closeness. "I had a late night."
"Oh really? Or is it because you were dreaming too sweetly?" he whispered seductively, crashing his lips onto hers and kissing her passionately.
When they drew apart, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing you don't want me too."