A/N: Here I am again! This is another short one, but it's full of surprises that I actually had wanted to hold off on revealing for a while. I think I might have gotten rabies from one of the plot bunnies...

Enjoy...

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Hermione stood outside of the potions classroom door with sweaty palms, and shaking slightly from nervousness. Maybe vowing her fates to dear Ginny wasn't such a great plan after all. Or maybe she was just being silly. He would never notice. She just had to keep telling herself that.

"The password is 'Open Sesame'."

Hermione screamed and almost jumped out of her skin as the taunt was whispered in her ear. It took her a moment to register that she was now turned around, her back pressed into the door and her eyes wide, as she stared at an evilly smirking Professor Snape. Her heart was pounding even harder as his hand reached towards her, and she shivered, closing her eyes as the calloused skin brushed past the exposed flesh of her upper arm.

"Miss Granger, if you would kindly move aside, then perhaps we could begin this detention? Or would you rather we simply stand here like a pair of statues for the night?"

Hermione blushed the brightest red and she opened her eyes, finding herself looking up into Snape's glittering black ones. When he sighed impatiently she followed the length of his arm and, turning, saw that his hand was resting on the door's handle. She ducked her head as the blush flared even more and shuffled out of the way quickly, Snape's eyes never leaving her retreating form until she stopped.

She followed as he swept into the room and paused to hold the door open, slamming it closed behind her and causing her to jump again. Her head snapped up as she thought she heard a laugh from him, but quickly looked down at the floor when she found only an angry sneer.

"Since you seem so interested in the floor all of a sudden, I think you should quite enjoy being up close and personal with it." He waved his wand and a bucket of water appeared in the corner at the front of the room, something dropping into it with a 'plop'. Stifling a sigh she walked to the bucket and looked inside of it to find...

'A FUCKING CHILD'S TOOTHBRUSH?' she seethed angrily to herself. She turned to look at Snape, who still stood at the back of the room beside the door.

"Despite the amount of magic this castle holds, it will not clean itself, Miss Granger."

Cursing under her breath she knelt on the floor and pulled out the toothbrush, beginning her scrubbing in the very corner. 'Extra soft. Wonderful,' she sighed and scrubbed harder.

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Severus had been very pleased when he saw Hermione arrive for detention. He stood in the shadows and eyed her for a few minutes before gliding silently over and terrifying her. He kept his post for a moment by the door, watching the lovely Gryffindor kneeling on the floor with her knees tucked underneath. She wore a too-tight white blouse with short sleeves and only two buttons fastened, an overly short skirt that barely came to the bottom of her buttocks, white knee-high socks and black Mary Janes. He decided to take a seat at his desk to better view the floor show. He drank in the view as he took slow, measured steps, and sat at his desk to grade some papers.

With his task completed, Severus looked over at Hermione again and settled back in his chair with a smile. In the two hours that passed she had barely managed to finish cleaning more than a small area. But what delighted Severus was the fact that while she was so caught up in her task she had failed to notice that the angle at which she sat exposed her entire rear to him. Studying the soft black lace of her thong panties, he was unable to restrain himself anymore. He leaned back comfortably and rubbed his thick erection through his trousers, having to stifle a moan as she grunted in battle with the dirty floor. She could only glimpse his upper body from where she knelt, so he unbuttoned his pants and freed his painfully hard length, stroking the bare flesh gently. He had planned to work slowly, to savor the enjoyment and the feelings, but Hermione appeared to have come across a particularly nasty spot, and scrubbed vigorously. She grunted and panted as her body forcefully rocked forward and back, almost simulating a sexual act, and her guttural growl sent him over the edge. With staccato breaths he erupted, the sticky seed hitting the underside of his desk and splashing back onto his hand, lubricating the last few pleasurable strokes before the orgasm subsided. He sighed and smiled, taking a calm moment to relax and revel in the warm afterglow. With a deep breath he wondered if she knew what had transpired just feet away, but dismissed it as her just being a perfectionist, even in punishment.

"I think that is enough for tonight," his suddenly rough voice almost whispered in a deep baritone after he had cleaned the mess with a twitch of his wand. Hermione stopped all movement for a moment before sitting up and stretching her back, the pops echoing in the sudden silence of the room. Placing her hands back on the floor she stretched her legs to standing, her fingers running up her shins and stopping to rub her knees a moment before she was completely straight. She turned to face him and he almost gasped; the sight of her soaked shirt clinging to her heaving chest and her raw, red knees brought his erection back full-force. Oh, how he wanted to take her now.

She took a few shaky steps and headed slowly to the door as the blood tingled back into her legs. She stopped at the door and turned to look back at her professor.

"Good night, sir."

As she closed the door behind her, she wondered if she should tell Ginny about what occurred in the classroom, the dampness between her legs growing more at the recollection of it. She would worry about Ginny later. Right now she was going to sink into a hot bath and take care of a few things, accompanied by the burning thought of Severus openly stroking himself while she put on her show.

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Severus moaned loudly as he came for a second time that night. Gods, that girl would be the death of him! As much as he wanted to let it spill that he knew it was her, he was excited by the secrecy and teasing of it; by watching her attempts to make something click in his mind without coming out and saying it. No, he would have to see how long she would go before cracking.

In the meantime, he would have to thank Ginny for helping him plant those little seeds in Hermione's head the night before...

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A/N: OH I AM SO TEH EVILE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!