AN: One-shot numero uno!
Title: It All Started With a
Chair
For: Alexis
Prompt: Chair
Canon or non-canon:
non-canon
Character: Hermione Granger
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It all started with a chair.
Funnily enough, those same six words start a movie about teenage pregnancy. Not that either of them would let it get that far. But that cold, hard-backed chair was the start of this all. Or maybe it was Neville's fault. But I couldn't blame him. Not when he was scared half to death at the mere thought of the Potions Master. But either way Snape's chair was ruined as her perfect Melting Potion spilt over it.
So here she was in detention, scrubbing cauldrons for the Bat of the Dungeons, as Snape stared at her over the papers he was supposedly grading.
That's enough, Miss Granger," he drawled in that eerily low voice of his as he stood.
Hermione looked from the two cauldrons she had cleaned to the eight she had left to do to the slowly approaching Potions Master. "But sir," she protested half-heartedly. "I have eight left to clean," she said nervously. He moved closer until finally he stood towering over her.
"I said that is quite enough, Miss Granger," he breathed into her ear, his voice silky smooth.
And he bent and kissed her.
A battle of tongues ensued. As they both fought for dominance, Hermione gave in and found her hands snaking into Snape's hair as his roamed her body. Finally they broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Miss Granger, it looks as if we'll have to suspend your detention to a later date. Tomorrow, my office, after dinner." He swept away robes billowing.
Hermione smiled and took the steps to Gryffindor Tower two at a time. She'd have to thank Neville later.
After all, it all started with a chair.
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Finite! There you are⦠please review! A few of the people who have read this have been totally disgusted. (*cough*Nicole*cough*Sarah*cough*Ali*cough*)
~DancingWithRoses
