Sorry I didnt post yesterday! It was my mums birthday and we were out celebrating! I made this chapter longer for you to make up for it. Plus there is plenty of Snape. Tell me what you think with a review! Thanks everyone!


Hermione sat alone at Gryffindor table the next morning. Fellow Gryffindors had avoided the irate witch as she took a seat closest to the head table and as close to the end of the table as she could possibly be. Hopefully Ron wouldn't be so daft to create a scene in front of the Professors.

The insensitive git was shooting her apologetic looks all throughout her meal, no doubt feeling guilty about all the things he had said. 'Good, let him suffer,' she thought vindictively.

Hermione's arousal had returned full force when she had awoken and dressed. It came back with a vengeance as she remembered where her outer robes were. Thankfully it was a mild day and she wouldn't be going outside for any reasons. All she could imagine was her behind pressing into her Professor's hard body, how close he had been to her, and what he had said. 'You would do well to remember that. What does that even mean?' she thought with a confused look.

A blush crept over her cheeks as she looked up at him sitting in his usual seat. He glanced down at her incomplete uniformed and smirked knowingly. Her body was aflame again. So there she sat, aroused, annoyed, and angry, with no way to quench her desires until she returned to her rooms at night.

She stabbed her eggs as hard as she could without looking like a mad woman. 'I can get through this, it's no big deal. Except I have detention with him AGAIN tonight.' Hermione groaned it was all she could do to stop herself from banging her head on the table.

The morning post brought in a stream of owls; they flew in from the open windows and went straight to their receivers. Hermione barely glanced up as she rarely had any post. Suddenly, a large black raven swooped in and perched in front of her plate. Its black feathers gleamed nearly blue in the sunlight shining through the enchanted ceiling.

As Hermione marveled at the beautiful creature in front of her, it squawked in annoyance and pecked her hand impatiently. "OW! Alright then!" she winced as her finger started to bleed. Hermione quickly untied the note from its sharp talons. The bird snatched some bacon from her plate and flew off without waiting for a reply.

It really was a no brainer to whom the bird belonged if its mannerism had been learned from its owner. Hermione nearly choked on her pumpkin juice as she read the letter:

Miss. Granger

Do not think your little strip tease has exempted you from today's detention. I expect you in my class at 8pm sharp. Do not be late.

Professor Snape

Without a second thought, Hermione whipped out her wand and ignited the offending paper. The hall eyed her nervously as she stormed down the aisle making her way out of the Great Hall. All the while a pair of eyes followed her, and if she had bothered to look back, she would have noticed the dark man chuckling to himself.


No one could say Hermione wasn't patient. Throughout the remainder of the day Ron had attempted to corner her three times, no doubt to apologize for his unacceptable behavior. Each time Hermione had just barely slipped away, either to the girl's loo, or to a dark alcove where he couldn't find her.

She didn't want his apologies, all she wanted was to curl up in her bed and attend to her primal needs in peace. But of course life wouldn't allow that. No, instead she had a detention with the very man who left her insides quaking with desire, with just a smoldering glance.

'I will not make a fool of myself again,' she vowed just before pushing into the classroom at 8 o'clock.

Professor Snape sat behind his desk marking yet another stack of parchments that seemed never ending. She stood rather impatiently in front of his desk and waited for him to acknowledge her in anyway. He finished writing his no doubt scathing comment and placed the quill down.

He leaned back in his chair and gazed up at her thoughtfully. The intensity of his stare left her legs rather weak. What did he want? He was unwavering as he assessed the young woman before him. "Have a seat Miss. Granger," he spoke at last.

Snape charmed a chair to pull in behind her with a quick flick of his wand. Hermione sat warily, as if the chair beneath her would come to life and swallow her whole. This wasn't going according to plan. She was meant to come in, complete her punishment, and leave. She would never get a chance to frig herself at this pace.

It was another moment before he spoke. "I'm feeling quite charitable today. So instead of a traditional detention, I merely have a few questions. If you can answer them all, you are dismissed," he said, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment.

Hermione brightened, maybe she would get some alone time tonight after all. How hard could these questions be? Surely it would be nothing for the brightest witch of her age. She nodded her understanding and waited for the first question.

The sly look Snape gave her made her smile falter. It was as if he could read her thoughts and anticipate her moves. "There are of course some rules that you have to follow Miss Granger," he continued. "If at any point you feel unable or unwilling to answer a question you will go into the supply closet and clean and relabel every jar in order to complete your detention."

Hermione nodded again, "Yes Sir." Her abdomen gave a sharp pull as his eyes darkened at her response. Why did she have such intense reactions to this man?

"Also, should I feel you are lying, an additional week's worth of detention will be added to your punishment," he said in a tone that held no room for defiance.

Her breath quickened and her heart rate soared in reply to his commanding tone. "Yes Sir," she said as her eyes were drawn downwards by an unknown force.

"Good girl." His response was so quiet that Hermione was sure she must have imagined it. Imagined or not those words in his velvet voice had her nipples stiffening to hard points beneath her blouse.

"We'll start off simple, an explanation for your behavior the other day in my classroom," he said in his Professor's voice. Hermione stared at him with a confused look. "Why were you helping Longbottom after I had specifically ordered you to let him think for himself?" he asked dangerously.

Hermione blushed deeply; this was not what she had been expecting. In fact this whole detention was throwing her completely off balance. "He – he needed help. His potion was moments away from exploding," she offered lamely.

"Do you find my teaching to be so inadequate that the class should rather learn from you?" he asked an edge of frostiness to his tone.

"No Sir!" said Hermione defensively. "I think you are a great teacher. Its just – Neville – he needs the extra help."

Snape nodded somberly, "On that we can both agree Miss Granger." He paused for a moment before the hard edge to his teaching voice had returned, "In the future, should that buffoon require assistance, you will raise your hand." Hermione nodded quickly. "I will not be so lenient the next time this happens," he added with an edge of finality.

That dark shimmer was back in the depths of his eyes. What is he thinking of? Is he thinking of punishing me? Hermione thought with a flush. Her nipples tightened at the thought of his coarse hands landing on her bare bottom over and over. She squeezed her legs together, trying desperately to ease the ache growing inside of her.

"Why were you not with your counterparts today?" he spat out the word as if it might cause him to wretch.

Hermione blinked, completely thrown off guard by the question. Why would he care whether or not she was hanging around with Harry and Ron?

"The gossip in the staff room is quite grandeur, I just wish to put an end to their mindless speculations," he added nonchalantly. He was waiting for her reply, fingers interlaced together on the parchment he had been previously marking. Had his hands always looked so graceful?

Hermione frowned as she thought back to her evening with Ron. No doubt he would be waiting to pounce on her in the common room with all sorts of apologies and promises. "I had an – altercation with Ron last night," she said off handedly.

Snape smirked, his grin near devilish, "I was under the distinct impression that all was well in the land of love for the 'Golden Couple'," his sneer had returned for his last words.

Hermione gritted her teeth in annoyance, "We never were, nor will we ever be, a couple."

Snape chuckled darkly, "My apologies. As I said, the staff here at Hogwarts can be worse than its students sometimes." He looked her over once more, that weird glimmer shining again. "I'm assuming this was the cause of said argument, if his longing stares in the hall were any indication."

It was not a question so Hermione remained silent. Why was he asking her all these questions about her love life? 'Maybe he's interested…' her mind whispered seductively. Hermione nearly laughed out loud at her own audacity.

"Why did you decline him?" he asked suddenly.

"I bed your pardon?" she said aghast at his boldness.

"Why did you refuse him?" he asked again without a moment's hesitation. He was staring into her eyes again; that sticky molasses had sucked her in and held her there.

"He's not what I'm looking for," she said curtly.

He smirked again but did not let go of her gaze, "What are you looking for?"

'You,' she thought so clearly that for a moment she thought she had spoken out loud. Her whole body blanched as he continued to look at her. He gauged each and every physical response, leaving her helplessly bare beneath his eyes.

"The store rooms await should you feel disinclined to answer," Snape said with a feral grin. He gestured towards to the supply closet a meter away from his desk. He was challenging her. Hermione pressed her lips together and stood stiffly. She would not play his games, no matter how her body screamed for her to torture herself, just to continue this conversation with him.

She walked calmly to the room as Snape watched with a self satisfied grin.

Suddenly remembering his letter to her this morning, she paused in the door way. "Sir, last night I left my robes here…"

"Ah yes. I shan't think you'll be needing them in that room, do you?" he asked casually. She felt a spell hit her from behind before her hair was charmed away from her face just like last night. "We wouldn't want you to be stifled," he said bewitchingly. It still shocked Hermione how much she reacted to the sound of his voice. She felt her inner walls contract and her breathing hitch.

It seemed as though her skin had been permanently dyed red with the amount of blushing she did around him. She quickly went to work, desperate to be finished.

It wasn't long before Hermione was immersed in her task, the Potions Master briefly pushed to the back of her mind. The top shelf of ingredients was the most atrocious. Most of the jars were caked in dust and any liquids that had spilled over the top. 'Ugh, we don't even use half of these,' she thought miserably.

She was vigorously wiping down the counters, cursing Snape in her head for setting her out such a loathsome task, when her elbow knocked over a jar of something orange, slimy, and sticky. It crashed and splattered over half the floor and some of the bottom shelves she had already wiped. Inwardly, she winced as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

He was sneering at her when she stepped down from the ladder she had been standing on. "You're meant to clean the room, not smash it to pieces," he whipped out.

Hermione lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry Sir," she said softly.

When she looked up again, Snape was staring at her. His nostrils were flared, and his eyes were dark with … lust? The look was gone before she could give it further thought.

"Clean it up," he commanded. Hermione unsheathed her wand, "Without magic," he threw over his shoulder.

A bucket with water and a scrub was conjured for her as he sat in his desk. Hermione turned her back to him and kneeled to the floor. This was going to take a while.

In fact, it took her much longer than she originally thought. The orange substance seemed to adhere to the cold stone. It came out little by little; each lift of dirt was a small victory. In the entire time she had been on her knees she had not heard one scratch from quill to parchment. She could feel his eyes on her, making her arms weak and her task even harder.

'Fine,' she thought bitterly. 'I'll give him something to watch.' Hermione arched her back in a seductive stretch and leaned forward again. She held her bottom a little higher and moved a little slower than before. A shift was heard from behind her. She smirked to herself as she gave her bottom a little wiggle as she scrubbed.

It was a little cooler in the dungeons today. A draft had whispered up her skirt and made her shudder slightly. A small part of her wished she had her robes. But a darker part of her, the one clamoring for the Potions Masters devious attention, was glad for her loss.

After some time, and a lot more teasing, the mess was gone. She rose and turned to see her Professor staring at her with lust, there was no doubt about it this time. His eyes had nearly glazed over, and his look had turned primal. 'He wants me,' Hermione thought with a grin.

Feeling a little embarrassed at his unadulterated need, Hermione smoothed down her skirt and… what the hell?! A skirt that usually hung to her knees was now nothing but a scrap of fabric circling her waist. It barely came an inch under her ass, no wonder it had felt drafty!

He was smirking as he saw her face turn several shades of red. "Is there a problem Miss. Granger?" he asked with a sarcastic smile.

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Her pussy was throbbing; it hummed in delicious agony at the dominance he had portrayed. He had gotten the upper hand that much was for certain. She would not give him the satisfaction of an outburst.

"No Sir," she said before spinning on her heel to get back to work. 'He shrunk my skirt!' she thought hotly. Her nipples tightened again. 'Maybe he saw my panties,' Hermione thought with a blush. There was no maybe, with the way she had been bent over and wiggling about there was no doubt in her mind he had gotten a very clear view of everything.

She desperately tried to think back to what she had put on this morning. Oh no, no, no, no. She had been extremely horny this morning. Whenever she was worked up she always put on … 'My slytherin green thong.' Her face nearly turned purple. No wonder that smirk had been so pronounced.

Her skirt had stayed unbearably short for the rest of her detention. Meanwhile Snape had taken to 'checking her progress' as she cleaned the rest of the top shelf. Each time she had glanced at him that sly smile never left his lips which only made her stomach contract and her pulse quicken.

For the second time in as many days, Hermione stood in front of his desk waiting to be dismissed. She folded her arms in front of her and noticed that her shirt had gotten tighter at some point. The buttons along her chest seemed as if they would pop off with one deep breath.

'I will not make a scene,' she chanted to herself as he laid down his quill once more. Once his onyx eyes met her amber ones, those thoughts ceased all together. It was as if her entire being became nothing but nerves. She ached to have him near her, touch her, whisper filthy things in her ear as he fucked her to orgasm right on this very desk.

"A rather interesting evening wouldn't you say Miss. Granger?" he said with another simpering smile.

She pressed her lips in a fine line and blushed scarlet. He rose from his seat and grabbed her robe from a nearby chair. There he was, standing so close to her; she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Really, what would your housemates say if they saw you wearing my colours so… seductively?" The word rolled off his tongue as tantalizingly as the word itself. Hermione broke out in goose bumps, her body acutely aware at how little space there was between them.

"That – that is completely inappropriate," she managed to say.

That mischievous glint returned to his eyes as he spoke, "You were forewarned that my thoughts will wander anywhere they please should you find yourself without a robe in my presence again."

"And what of your actions?" she spat back while gesturing down to her modified uniform.

His eyes darkened and Hermione was instantly intimidated by the older wizard. "What a brave little lioness you thought you were, teasing the Head snake. You seem to forget who you are playing with Miss. Granger." His voice was low, sultry, and dripping with dominance she had never before known. "I'm not some silly boy who gets his rocks off with mere fantasies. I take what I want."

He was still so close. She could feel his breath on her face. Her quim hummed in approval to his words. Her cloak was handed to her. "Dismissed," he growled.

Fighting the urge to flee from him again, Hermione calmly grabbed her cloak, being careful not to brush his hand, for fear she might orgasm on the spot, and stepped out of the class. She glanced back to see him wrap his cloak around him and stalk off towards his private rooms. Had she seen a bulge in his pants?