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A/N: Every girl that I know has "come fuck me boots". I own two. hehehehe
Two Weeks Ago:
"Oh my gods, 'Mione. They are beautiful. Where did you get them?" Ginny squealed happily, running over to her friend in the common room.
Hermione looked down at her leather mid-thigh boots. She blushed slightly.
"I don't know. An owl dropped off a package for me with a note."
Ginny quickly read the note. There was no signature.
"You have no idea who sent them too you"
Hermione shook her head.
"A little pick-me up present?" Ginny questioning what the note had said. "No, I don't think so. These are please pick- me up and fuck me boots."
Hermione blushed again.
Ginny rooted through the discard brown package looking for a clue to the sender.
"Hey, there is something else in here." Ginny pulled a black rod with a leather loop at end. "What is this?"
"Don't know." Hermione quickly grabbed the riding crop.
"I can't believe it's also two o'clock already" Ginny said looking the clock on the wall.
"Do you say it was two?"
Ginny nodded. "Almost tow"
"I'm going to be late." Hermione rushed to get her bag.
"For what?"
"I have detention with Professor Snape this afternoon" She said, stuffing books into her bag. Absentmindedly, she pushed the riding crop into her bag.
"I'm sorry. Well, I'll see you later then." Ginny waved goodbye.
Glancing at the clock, Hermione had five minutes to get to the dungeons. Looking down at her boots, she knew she didn't have time to change them. She couldn't stop thinking about who would send her those kinky things. Throwing on her school robes, she made her way to Snape's lair.
Gingerly knocking on Professors Snape's door, Hermione waited for a reply. Her heart pounded in her chest. She did not want to be here. 'Anywhere else but here. Stupid Ron and Harry' she thought.
"Come" was his reply. Hermione raised an eyebrow at his choice of words.
Pushing the heavy door open, she gingerly stepped inside. Shadows filled the quiet classroom. Hermione walked towards the front of the classroom.
"Professor?" Hermione called out.
Her new boot heels clicked noisily across the room.
"I believe you are out of uniform, Miss Granger" a honeyed voice said behind her.
Hermione jumped. Her bag went crashing to the floor, spilling its contents.
'Damn' she thought. She hastily grabbed her things and started cramming them back in the bag.
"Well! What a usual piece of leather?" Hermione looked up and saw Snape examining her riding crop
Snape's face hardened and he took a step towards her. Her eyes widened as he took another step towards her.
"How did you acquire a riding crop, Miss Granger?" He pointed the object at her. Snape stepped closer .Bringing the leather loop under her chin, he forcing her to look up at him.
Hermione brought her hand up and snatched the riding crop from his hands. She forced her hand to return to her side. "Someone sent it to me, sir."
"He must have good taste. The leather loop is resistible to breakage. The shaft has a good hand grip."
Hermione looked at him puzzled.
"I thought you could use one"
Without thinking, she brought her hand back and smacked her professor across the cheek with the riding crop. A scarlet line appeared on his creamy skin. To her surprise, a moan escaped his lips.
He lunged at her. His lips frantically were seeking hers. Hermione encircled his neck with her arms, pulling him closer. Her brain was screaming. This is not right. Snape should not be kissing a student, whom he deemed a 'in suffering know it all.' Feeling his finger trace her left nipple, Hermione whimpered into his mouth. His lips left hers and found their way to her ear.
"I want you to dominate me, Miss Granger" Snape pinched her nipple hard.
She hissed at the sudden pain.
"Why…Why me?"
"Why not you?"
TBC…………..