Breakfast

Anastasia woke up late the next morning. It was almost ten o'clock when she'd gotten into bed last night. She pulled her curtains back and swung her legs off the side of the bed. She stretched before she stood up. She smiled as she gave her owl a treat before she got ready for the day. She smiled as she pulled out her clothes for the day. She didn't have classes that day.

She grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top. She grabbed her shoes and her toiletries and made her way to the girls' showers. She set her stuff on the shelf just outside her shower and turned the water on. When it was nice and warm she stepped in. She let all the stress and muscle aches from the night before wash off her as she stood under the hot spray.

She smiled as she thought about the way Snape reacted. She couldn't help but laugh again. When she was clean and had all the soap washed off she turned the water off and grabbed her towel. She wrapped it around herself and slipped on her flip-flops and walked over to the mirror. She grabbed her brush from her bag and started to run it through her hair. She could hear Peeves outside the bathroom terrorizing people. She rolled her eyes as she set her brush down. He annoyed the crap out of her. One day she was going to find a way to hex him or something.

When she was satisfied with her hair she walked back over to her shower stall and pulled her towel off. As she hung it up on a spare hook she heard the bathroom door open and then slam closed. She could hear Peeves cackling as he flew by the door again. She pulled on her underwear and then her pants. She was in the process of buttoning them when she realized she hadn't heard a shower start or a toilet flush. She frowned as she fixed her belt in place. She grabbed her bra and silently made her way to the shower opening. She peaked around the curtain and almost fell out laughing.

Snape was leaning on the door and breathing hard. It looked as if he'd been running. She moved back behind the curtain and chuckled silently to herself. She heard him stand up and start pacing. She could still hear Peeves outside the bathroom. He must have been trying to get away from the annoying poltergeist.

"That blasted ghost! Now I'm stuck in here!" said Snape. "I'm screwed if someone comes in to use the showers!"

"Too late for that," said Anastasia.

Snape froze mid step. He knew two things at that point. One, there was obviously someone in the showers, and two, he knew who that voice belonged to. And there was a third problem starting to make itself known.

Anastasia stuck her head around the curtain again. Snape was frozen in place. She smiled and waved at him before she disappeared behind the curtain again. She had finished getting her bra snapped and put in place. She still had to fix her hair and put her shirt on. She could do this one of two ways. She could put her shirt on and then fix her hair, getting hair all over her shirt. Or she could continue with her routine and put her shirt on after she did her hair. The only problem was her brush was sitting on the sink in front of the mirror. She smiled as she finished adjusting her bra.

She took a deep breath before she walked out of the stall and over to the mirror. She kept her gaze in front of her as she ran the brush through her hair and started to pull it back in a hair-tie. She heard a small gasp to her left and knew that it belonged to Snape. She spared a glance at him. He was standing open-mouthed and staring at her. A small smirk played across her lips.

Snape was floored when she walked out of the stall. He had assumed that she would be completely dressed before she came out, especially since a teacher was in the bathroom, a male teacher. But no. She comfortably walked topless to the mirror and proceeded to fix her hair. His jaw had dropped open as he stared at her. Now there were three problems, and the third one was quite visible now.

Ana turned around and walked back into the shower stall. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She grabbed her towel and walked back out. Snape was still rooted in the same spot. She refilled her bag and zipped it closed. She turned to face him now. He snapped his mouth closed quickly.

She smiled as she spoke, "You can't give a detention because you are in the girl's bathroom," she said. "And Peeves has been gone for five minutes now."

Ana collected her things and headed for the door. As she walked past Snape she stopped and leaned over to him and spoke quietly even though it was just the two of them.

"You might want to fix that," she said nodding towards his crotch, "Before you go anywhere else."

She opened the door and disappeared down the hall. Snape was still rooted in his spot. After another moment or two he finally looked down at his crotch. He was hard as a rock, again, and she was right. It was quite noticeable. He sighed as he locked and warded the door before he walked over to the sink. He undid his slacks and released his member for the second time that morning and started to release the pressure that had built up.

Anastasia had returned to her dormitory and deposited her things before she grabbed a couple books and left. She gone to a secluded part of the grounds and sat down under a shady tree. The weather was nice. There was a bit of a breeze, but not enough to make it cold. She set her books on the ground beside her and picked up the one she was currently reading. After about twenty minutes a shadow fell across her. She looked up and saw Snape glaring at her. She smiled back at him before returning to her book. When he didn't more she marked her page and looked up again.

"Unless you have something to say, sir, you are in my light," she said laying the book in her lap.

"You…you…" was all he said before she stormed away.

Anastasia smiled as she returned to her book.

Dinner

Anastasia and Draco made their way into the Great Hall for dinner. Snape had been absent from the campus for most of the day. Draco was going on about something he found important, but Anastasia was tuning him out. They sat down at the table just as the food appeared. She glanced at the teachers table but Snape was absent from it. She smiled as she returned to her meal.

"What are you smiling about?" asked Draco.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Where's Snape? He's been MIA all day."

Draco shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed more chicken in his mouth. "You gonna come watch Quidditch practice tonight?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Figured it would give you something to do instead of sitting in your dorm," he said. "And you could meet the team."

"Sure. Why not," she said. "What time?"

"Six o'clock," said Draco.

"Okay."

"You won't be able to attend, Miss Lestrange," said Snape walking by the table. "You have detention again tonight. Or perhaps you forgot."

Anastasia rolled her eyes. "Maybe another time, Draco."

Detention

Ana was wearing the same outfit she wore during her last detention. She had on a pair of black yoga pants and this time it was a black tank top with a green bra. She smiled as she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her robe. The other girls in the room were glaring at her. They were still mad from the outburst in class. She shrugged her shoulders and left the room. She narrowly escaped Draco as she slipped out the door and into the hall way. She reached the potions class after a few moments and knocked on the door. Again there was a faint come in from the other side. She pushed the door open and saw Snape sitting at his desk. She looked around but didn't see any cauldrons that needed scrubbing or anything else to do for that matter.

"Sir?" she said closing the door behind her.

"Sit," he said not looking away from the paper in his hand.

Anastasia walked to the front of the class and sat down. She crossed her legs and waited. Snape knew she was waiting on him to speak, but he was trying to control himself. If he spoke more than one word he was afraid that it would come out hoarse. After another moment he finally spoke.

"Do you like detentions?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" she said slightly confused.

"This is your second detention this week, Miss Lestrange. Do you like costing your house points and scrubbing cauldrons?" he asked, finally setting the paper down.

"Oh, yeah. I enjoy it," she said sarcastically.

She was about to say something when a thought crossed her mind. Yes, it probably would land her another detention or get her expelled, but she had to mess with him. It was in her nature.

"Yes, professor," she said leaning forward. When she did her robe opened slightly. Snape could tell what she was wear, down to the color of her bra. "I really enjoy this time with you," she said with a smile.

Snape gulped. This wasn't what he was expecting. The sarcasm at the begging, yes, but this, definitely not. He had to concentrate on not staring at her chest. He was slowly losing the battle.

Ana took this moment to stand up and take her robe off. She knew for a fact, if he didn't lose his nerve, that this would land her another detention. She slowly walked around the table and pulled herself up on it. She crossed her legs and leaned forward resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand.

"Don't you enjoy them?" she asked. "Don't you enjoy my presence?"

"Stop talking," he said.

She smiled and leaned back so that her hands were resting on the table behind her. "Okay. You talk. Tell me why you were in the girl's lavatory this morning?"

Snape opened his mouth to say something but then closed it.

"Better yet," she said sliding off the table. She walked around his desk. She pulled herself up to sit on it, placing her foot on the edge of his chair only a few inches from his crotch. "Tell me what you think about when you're staring at me."

Snape paled, if that was possible. She was leaning forward again and his eyes darted towards her ample cleavage. She had him cornered, so to speak. Not like it wasn't' obvious, his body betrayed him every time. And it was fixing to do it again.
"Come on," she said with a smile. "I know you want to."

When Snape didn't answer she slid off the desk and walked towards him. As foolish as he knew it to be he slid his chair away from her. And of course she still advanced. Finally he hit the wall. Her smile grew wider as she placed her hands on the arm rests. She leaned forward so her lips were mere inches from his ear.

"Are you as big as I think you are?" she whispered.

Snape's pupils grew to the size of saucers at the comment. He could tell her left hand had moved from its original position. He let out a shocked gasp when he felt it on his thigh. His eyes were the size of dinner plates now.

"You are, aren't you?" she whispered again.

His breathing grew ragged as her hand slowly inched its way up his thigh. He let out a muffled groan when she finally reached his crotch. He heard her chuckle in his ear.

"My, my, you are a big boy, aren't you?" she said as she rubbed his clothed crotch.

Snape sat there for a moment and thought. How he was able to focus on anything else right now was a miracle, but he did it anyway. Here he was, in his class room with a student (which could get him sacked if someone walked in) who was practically throwing herself at him and he was acting like a first year. This was not how he acted. He always took control of the relationships, how very few they were, he was in. He squared his jaw and slowed his breathing. He lifted his hands to her hips and pushed her backwards. She still had a smirk on her face.

"Finally gonna start playing now?" she said.

Snape smirked at her but didn't speak. He jerked her forwards and pulled her onto his lap, her legs landing on either side of his thighs. She pushed her hips down so that her hidden treasure was on top of his hard cock. Anastasia let out a moan at the contact. Snape smirked. He had the upper hand now. He did it again and she gripped his shoulders as she moaned.

He leaned forward so that his lips were just inches from her ear this time and said, "You've been a very bad girl, Anastasia." When he said her name he lifted his hips and ground his cock into her wet pussy. Anastasia moaned. It was then that she realized that she had lost control of the situation. She was not going to become the pawn in this game.

Anastasia quickly stood up and backed away. Snape still had the smirk on his face. He thought he had won. It was when she spoke that he realized that the tables had been turned, again.

"My how time flies," said adjusting her shirt. "But unfortunately I have to get back to the dorms before curfew." She leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "WE will have to continue this at a later date. It was quite fun."

She abruptly turned and walked away, grabbing her robe on the way out of the classroom. Snape groaned as he pulled his chair back to his desk. When he was close enough he dropped it with a thump on the desk.

"Fuck…" he muttered to himself.

A/N: Ta-da! Here is chapter 4! Ana is definitely having fun now! Tell me what you think will happen in the next chapter! All you've got to do is REVIEW! :-) ~Kat