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Rating: PG13+ for swearing and maybe R for later chapters and only if there is a reason!Genre: Romance/Humor
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'What to do? What to do?'

I am bored

I've finished my potion ('which was so easy') and I don't even have any homework left to do so I am bored. The guys aren't even in class because of a quidditch incident. I lick my dry lips to prevent them from cracking. 'Huh? How come my lips are dry it's damp and cold in here.'

"Miss Granger, I said no one is to talk during today's lesson," snarled the moody Professor. "Bu-But sir, I didn't say anything." "Now Miss Granger you have detention with me tonight for questioning my hearing, 8pm sharp." I remained quiet from then on occasionally licking my rapidly drying lips. I didn't want another detention, one is bad enough but Snape he's . . . well horrible. Cute, but still horribly harsh.

Again I licked my lips and saw the weirdest thing. The Greasy-bat flinched and muttered a string of curses at . . . wait that can't be right, he was cursing me. Why? I didn't do anything.

My lips grew dry . . .

I licked them . . .

He flinched and cursed . . .

Again my lips grew dry . . .

Again I licked them . . .

And again he flinched and swore . . .

Cautious as to not alert anyone of my actions I let my tongue slide over my dry lips . . .

He spun around from his perch across the room and walked across the class so fast I was almost scared. But before he reached me a brief sliver of doubt crossed his usually unexpressive face catching him in mid-stride. Obviously he had changed his mind because now he was heading towards his desk and as he sat down I caught on sentence through the mumbled string of curses . . .

" . . .Bloody, fucking TEASE, shit I . . ."

And that was all I could hear. Confusing . . . what was he on about. See I was bored so I was going to be the most annoying thing on the planet and moistening my lips was annoying so . . . Again I licked my lips hoping to get a reaction and a deep growl echoed through the dungeons. 'Yes I am annoying him.' But I wanted a better reaction so again I licked my lips and instead of getting angry he visibly paled. "Sir, are you all right, you look ill," I asked worried that my game with him had gone too far. "Miss Granger," he hissed "I am not ill and I encourage you to stay out of my business from now on." he gritted out though it sounded a little strained.

I stayed silent but I was still genuinely mystified at his actions it was like the desk was hiding something from view. Later I noticed how dry my lips had got, so I licked them again and looked over to Snape to see if my theory was correct. Snape didn't flinch he sort of fidgeted . . . but wait Snape hates people who fidget he never so much as twitched until today. I did it again and as he fidgeted I noticed that he looks exactly like Ron when he . . . no Snape cannot be AROUSED about the way I moisten my lips. I only do it to prevent them from cracking!

I got up out of my chair. It was time to test my theory even if it gets me expelled. I walked up to his desk, swaying my hips for good measure and stood beside him. He looked livid yet it looked like he wanted me to do one more thing and he would expel me . . . fine. "Sir, are you sure you are alright you look distressed." He sneered so to resurrect my now possibly lethal plan I again did the only thing I could think of, I bit my lip and thought. I had an idea, but before I could possibly implement my brilliant plan I saw some thing in him snap. He jumped out of his chair in one swift movement and kissed me. I was so shocked I just stood there, the whole class was dead silent ('for once'). Then the worst thing happened he freaked and started to pull away so I grabbed his oh so high collar and brought his lips down to mine and kissed him long and hard.

As our tongues fought and explored a whisper spread through out the room. Oblivious to the quiet scheming of one, cheeky ghost we all know as peeves, we continued our little tongue war and I loved it even thought he was winning. As we pulled apart for air we heard a muffled shuffle of paper and peeves flew straight into the room through the door. Catching us in what I think was a very compromising position, for a second. Then, unfortunately, he broke out into song . . .

"Snape and Granger

Sitting in a tree

P-A-S-H-I-N-G

1st comes class

2nd comes Dinner

3rd comes detention with the tongue war winner!"

By the end of the song half the class had started singing along. Then the bell went off, 'Oh gods this will be hard to explain to the guys' . . .

"Professor," I ventured, I knew I was walking on eggshells by the way he was standing, "The bell has gone, your class may wish to be dismissed." This got him, I swear without authority to lean on this guy is nothing but a teddy bear in an army suit. He relaxed into my hug and dismissed the class.

After the class had left still chanting 'Snape and Granger.' He pulled me closer into the hug, close enough to smell all the different potions he had handled mixed with an underlying scent of Mint. "After dinner, in my office," Snape whispered harshly "Miss Granger," he finished with a slight purr. Which I thought was irresistible, but all I could think of now is dinner. I never realized kissing could be that exhausting. So I gathered my stuff and said a short good-bye to my Professor. I didn't even think of addressing him differently or how that could affect him. Though I couldn't help but wonder if that . . . kiss . . .was genuine. I continued along that particular train of thought, walking away from the dungeons towards the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall.

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Word Count for Chapter: 1,176
Word Count for Story: 1,176