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He pushed too far this time.
Hermione wanted to beat him into a bloody pulp, to hell with expulsion. She wanted to stick a knife in his back, break his teeth in. He thought he could fight dirty? Ha! He had never before had to fear the wrath of Hermione Granger. She could fight dirtier than his looks.
First she would tie him up-- she knew how much he hated being unable to move. Then she would take a knife and make hundreds of little cuts all over his body, giving him the physical equivalent of what she felt mentally. The whole time she would recount all the times he hurt her and exactly why she hated him so much.
And after that she would just leave him there to bleed.
An evil grin made its way onto her face, but slipped away at the sound of his voice. "Miss Granger, please stay behind."
She looked around, realizing that everyone was beginning to pack up. She did as well, and then waited before his desk for everyone else to leave. When they were gone, he closed the door and walked back over to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck.
"You know I don't mean it when I say your potions skills are equivalent to that of a flobberworm's, right?" he asked, beginning to plant kisses along her neck.
"I don't know, sometimes it does seem like you mean it," she half-said-half-moaned.
"Will this make you believe me?" he muttered, his lips coming up to hers.
"Mmmm, Severus," Hermione moaned when he finally pulled away.
Her anger melted away, as did all thoughts of torturing her lover, as he leaned down to kiss her once more.
A/N: I don't like this one. I know I'm putting it up, but I still don't like it. You're free to have whatever opinion you want, and I don't blame you if you decide to roast me on this.