I don't own Harry Potter. But I wish I did. (please god.)
Hermione sat at the end of the griffindor table. She wanted to choke Ron. When she had arrived in DaDA he immediately started snogging her as if what he did in potions had never happened. She looked across the table at him. The smack mark on his face was now beet red.'Served him right she thought to herself feeling smug satisfaction.
"Hey Mione." Ginny rubbed her back consolingly as she sat down. "Harry told me. Ron can be such a git sometimes."
"Did Harry happen to tell you the way he behaved. He nearly broke his quill, he was squeezing so hard."
Ginny looked shocked. "Harry?"
"Ginny I don't know what to do anymore. Ron acts like I'm a peice of meat. He pretends to be so happy with 'us'. but he's always getting mad about Lavander. I think he's obsessed. It's so annoying." Hermione sighed, feeling doomed forever to the land of overly horny, obsessive Ron.
"Well how often are you two doing it. That's sure to calm him down abit." She smirked. Hermione blushed.
"Ginny...you know thats not happening."hermione confessed sadly. If she stayed with
Ron much longer she was sure to die an old maid. Ginny burst out laughing. "Seriously"
Hermione frowned and pushed her playfully. "Not all of us are as experienced as you. If I
did half the stuff you and Harry have done I wouldn't have passed my OWLS."
Ginny snickered looking over a Ron. "He sure makes it seem like you guys are. He talks about you two as if you're married. Wait till I tell the twins. Merlin, he's got them fooled."
Hermione smiled. That was typical Ron, always showing off. She huffed. "I've never
really wanted to sleep with Ron. I mean his kissing is terrible. How the hell am I gonna get
in the mood with him acting like an overexcited schoolboy. I'm sure Harry doesn't act like
that. I dunno. I've just never had the urge to rip his clothes off. Not his clothes anyway"
she added smirking.
Ginny blushed. "Really?. Who is it?" Hermione burst into a fit of laughter. Ginny could be so strange sometimes.
"YOu can't seriously be asking me that. He's your brother." she said between laughs.
"I can't really blame you." Ginny said looking around "There are some bloody gorgeous guys
here. I want to shag Dean senseless."
Hermione giggled feeling suddenly cheery. So Ginny thought about other guys too. That made her feel a little less strange but still, Ginny wasn't fantazing about a teacher like Hermione. She looked up at the teachers table to find Professor Snape staring right back at her. She turned back to her plate blushing madly.
Ginny stopped smiling. "You were just looking at him. I know you were. Who is it?" she said looking around frantically. "I know you just saw him. You're red as a tomato."
"No one." she said looking at Snape out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly her
stomach turned. She had detention right after lunch. "Sorry Gin, I've got to get rid of
these books. I've got detention with Snape."she felt her cheeks burn as she said his name.
Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh... it's Sn-"
Hermione slapped her hand across her mouth, just as Ron walked over and put his arm casually around her waist.
"Mione, I'm sorry." he whined. "I wasnt looking at her. I was looking at him." It seemed that he had finally caught on as to why Hermione was angry. "Mione you've got to believe me." She looked over at Severus that looked as though he wanted to throttle Ron.
"Please Mione?"Ron begged as if he were begging for an allowance. She hadn't been listening to a word he said. "Whatever you say Ron. I've got to go." She gathered her things and pecked his cheek. "I've got detention." she nearly sang and she left the Great hall feeling Snape's eyes drilling a hole in her back.
Hermione ran up to her room and threw her books under her bed and onto the mattress,
her heart beating out of control. Why had Snape been looking at her like that. He was
staring at her, biting his lip. She could have sworn she'd seen him bit that sexy lip of his
,and he was clutching that fork as if he were holding on for dear life. This was getting too
weird for her. "God it's hot in here." she murmured.
She began to take of her robes and then she remembered her detention. "Shit I have to go." She got up, and looked in the mirror. 'There's no harm in trying' she thought removing her bun and letting down her brown curls. "See see how he likes that" she smiled to herself.
"Red headed idiotic little shit." Snape fummed. Absolutely innappropiate little renioun. Lucky not to be expelled. His thoughts whirled around angrily in his head. He and that Potter, disrespectful, arrogant little bastards always struting about the castle as if they owned it . Wrapping his dirty little arms arou-
'Was he actually defending that little know it all?' snape thought to himself. "I'm not jealous." he murmured, making his way to his classroom. He didn't care how many times the Weasly boy kissed her. Or exactly how many times he'd touched those pretty pink (at least they were in his dreams) nipples. Or taken off those emerald green kn-
Merlin, he was jealous! "Merlins great hairy balls" Snape sighed. He entered the
classroom. The little Griffindor was already sitting in a desk waiting for him, her hair
spilling down her shoulders. He looked around the dark classroom insuring that no other
students decided to randomly join his detention. The class room was empty and cold. He
silently shut the door and crept behind her pushing his silky black hair out of his eyes.
He was inches away from her now, he could hear her quietly tapping her fingers on the desk.
She hadn't moved and showed no sign she'd heard him. He bent down behind her. 'Oh gods her
hair smells like strawberries.' He took a deep breath, feeling himself harden. He resisted
the urge to touch her and whispered "Miss Granger."
She jumped out of her seat, her curls flying everywhere. Snape smiled noticing that
her skirt flaired up. He'd seen more of her thigh than he had ever seen in reality. Dreams,
however, were a whole other thing entirely. In his dreams he'd seen everything but what lied
under those green knickers. He wondered whether she was wearing them now, maybe if he asked
nicely she'd show him.
Merlin! He wanted to kick himself. He was daydreaming again. Miss Granger was still standing there looking frightened clutching her chest. "Seriously, Miss Granger." he spoke lazily. "Did you expect the dark lord?"
"No, Professor." she breathed blushing madly. Snape walked past her lighting candles as he made his way to his desk. He turned to face her, pushing his hair out of his eyes once again. "Don't just stand there looking innocent. I have papers for you to grade. He summoned the stack of parchment about 2 feet high and sneered as her eyes widened. He dropped them on her desk. Snape caught her are as she turned to sit down."And one more thing.." She looked into his eyes and he took this moment to enjoy the paradise of strawberries he smelled in her hair. He leaned in closer to her face licking his lips at the idea of kissing her. Her chocolate eyes were looking directly into his and he found himself moving closer.
"Umm...professor?" His grip on her arm tightened, the moment forgotten. He'd let himself go again. He didn't like not being in control. He leaned in close to her face, his face stern, as if he were about to say something important. "Try to act like me. The wrong answer is the wrong answer. No half credits."he said and smiled letting go of her arm and walking to his desk. He sat down and began to grade mediocre essays.
An hour passed and Snape had long since finished grading. He had been pretending to look at the same paper for 15 minutes while secretly stealing glances at the Granger girl's legs. 'I wonder if I could get away with a breeze charm now, it would be really nice to see whats under that skirt' He sighed to himself. Last night he'd had his fingers in that stawberry hair and had kissed those lips until they bruised. Her tongue had licked his ear and her eyes had begged him to do things she couldn't possible have any knowledge of. He felt his cock harden against his thigh. He opened his eyes to find her staring dreamily up at him looking as if she might start sweating. Her finger was wrapped around a lock of her hair, her legs were clenched tight and she was biting her lip.
Without thinking he clenched his wand, pointing it at her under his desk and thought, 'Legilimens'.
She was sprawled naked on his desk clenching his robes begging him to screw her.
"Please" she moaned grasping his belt. He was kissing all over her face, first her lips
then her forehead to her neck and back up again, running his fingers through her hair madly.
Hermione fumbled frantically with his belt, looking in his eyes. "Please Severus." He kissed
her roughly grabbing her leg and bringing her closer. He positioned himself at her entrance,
his cock touching her opening. He kissed her lips, holding her face with his free hand.
"Are you going to be my naughty lttle Griffindor?" He plunged into her, holding her waist.
Hermione screamed, arching her back, her hair sprawled across his desk.
Suddenly the dream stopped and he was looking through hermione's eyes at himself sitting at his desk looking quite intoxicated..
Snape withdrew from her mind. She was staring right at him looking quite flustered.
Snape was sweating, his silky raven hair was plastered on his forehead and his dick was
throbbing crazily. He noticed her staring at his hair that was now sticky with sweat, and
brushed it back out of his face. "Get back to work." he said through clenched teeth trying
to seem angry instead of flustered. She looked down and went back to grading. Snape looked
down at his lap letting out a sigh. 'I can't believe I'm letting a little girl unnerve me.'
Hermione felt his eyes on her as she worked. She smirked. She didn't know what the
hell had caused his little hissy fit just now, but she was sure it had something to do with
the constant, secretive glances he'd been sending her way all night. She looked up at him.
He looked as if he had just run a mile. Had she caused all this excitment. Her stomach
fluttered.
"Finished, Professor." she said walking up to his desk with the parchment. Snape stood up quickly. Hermiones's eyes fluttered downward and she almost gasped as she noticed the bulge there.
"Wonderful." Snape sneered, apparantly unaware of his little problem. "Maybe next time I'll have you clear out the the boggarts in here. They're quite persistent." She placed the parchment on his desk smiling. "Sure, Professor." His sneer didn't falter, she turned and walked to the door, snickering to herself. She looked at him, before closing the door. She smiled at him red-faced, "I guess I'll see you two later." she said glancing once more at his bulge. His face whitened and she walked out the door.