If Severus Snape had thought Hermione Granger was a nuisance before, he had severely underestimated her ability to get under his skin. Simply having the girl in his class was enough to irritate him, but to have her there knowing she had brought him back from the brink of death was enough to make him grind his teeth.
Then the silly little chit had nearly offered herself up to him, and a month later he still could think of nothing else but the way her eyes had glazed over with unshed tears. He had been hard as a rock, cock straining against the fly of his slacks, and he was glad for the voluminous robes he often draped himself in. A fucking month and he still couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to her.
Now for instance, he surreptitiously glanced over the Gryffindor table. She was there as always, tweedledee and tweedledum on either side of her as she picked at the food in front of her. Ever since he had torn up her contract and threw her from his office, she had been quieter, opting to push the food around her plate rather than partake in a full meal.
He clenched the fork in his hand and forced his eyes to his own plate. It was not his fault the little bint was starving herself. If she wanted to waste away with a feast offered to her every night then it was her own business. He shouldn't even notice the eating habits of one particular student.
But it was not the only thing he noticed, no that was not the problem with Miss. Granger. He noticed her scent, lilacs and vanilla, as he made his rounds in class. He noticed the way her shirt clung to her chest as if she hadn't bought a new one since fifth year when she was a scrawny teen. And worst of all he noticed her long shapely legs leading up to what was no doubt a pert, pristine white bottom that was in need of some devastating colours.
He swallowed hard around his food and fought back the arousal stirring inside of him. Forcing his gaze to his own house, he tried to ration with himself for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Hermione Granger was an annoying swot. She was over eager, had a million questions, and talked far too much for his liking. She was unorioginal, unimaginative, and followed her text books like a bible rather than apply outside knowledge to her brewing. He stabbed his potato rather viciously; she was also innocent.
There was no doubt in his mind that she had rid herself of her hymen throughout the war or shortly after. That was not the innocence he was talking about. She was innocent to the things he wanted. What he wanted to do to her. He scowled darkly at his food. He wanted her.
He had wanted her from the moment she had put that contract on his desk. She may not have understood just how bound to him she would have been but he did. For the next four years he would own her, she would not have a life but the one he granted her if he so wished.
Once again he glanced to the Gryffindor table and directly locked eyes with the woman invading his mind more persistently than the Dark Lord had ever done. She looked startled at having been 'caught' and demurely cast her eyes downward. Inwardly he cursed as her naturally submissive qualities came to the forefront.
He chanted in his mind, as he had done so often for the last month, that she did not know what she was offering him. She didn't know that he wanted to bend her over his desk and turn her behind black and blue and relish in the tears that poured forth. She didn't know how he wanted to fuck her throat and make her gag. Most of all, she didn't know he wanted to bury himself inside of her and whisper the most depraved and humiliating things to her as she came on his length. The tenting in his trousers came to full attention and he cursed softly.
When she had said anything, she could not have understood just how depraved his mind truly was. How warped his sexuality had become in his time with the Deatheaters and even after the Dark Lords first fall. Another poignant stab to his potatoes drew some attention to him.
"Whatever your dinner has done to upset you Severus, surely it couldn't deserve the lashing you're so eagerly providing."
Minerva's voice, along with a few chuckles from the other staff, snapped him from his inner musings. "It has been a trying day, not all of us get to lounge in the Headmistresses office," he quipped.
"Lounge!? Is that what I do?!" she fired back, her Scottish accent becoming more prominent in her anger. "I'll have ye know I was up to my ears in meetings with the board o' governors all day not to mention that business with yer second year Slytherins and third year Gryffindors."
Severus smirked, enjoying how easily riled the new Headmistress was. It was much harder to get a rise out of Dumbledore, especially at the head table, "My apologies Headmistress, it must have been dreadful."
Minerva cast him a glare, debating his sincerity, before turning back to her own meal and her previous conversation with Sprout on her other side. Thankfully the interruption had eased his stirring desires, and before he could give it further thought, he left the Great Hall.
Short chapter today but I wanted to get something out to you guys before the long weekend. And oh I have so many delicious things in my head for this story. As always read and review, your words are my fuel! xo
